ERA Anonymous Confessions 2017 - New Location, New Administration, Same Old D-Pics

Gray Matter said:

You're not going to post it now, or at all?

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Gray Matter said:

I'm confused.

Someone sent in a confession then sent another email to not post the confession?

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So we left off on Wednesday night. To put this all in order, the drinks from Wednesday night helped get my thoughts together for: https://www.resetera.com/threads/er...ation-same-old-d-pics.942/page-11#post-768343

And then it was Thursday. The plan was for me to pick up a rental car, drive it to work, we work during the day and then leave from there for the hotel. We'd do dinner as a group, go back to our rooms and that would be that.

Sounds simple doesn't it? Yeah, simple and I don't really get along.

The coworker I haven't really mentioned previously called out. One, that created a whole bunch of logistical challenges in trying to change reservations on short notice, not to mention we'd be short handed, forcing the remainder of us (so myself, my assistant and the dude from my last section) to pick up the presentation pieces. Essentially, spend every minute of the workday in close quarters hashing out a backup plan. We make it work.

So the work day is over and we begin our couple hundred mile road trip. Our rental didn't have bluetooth so we decided between the three of us to just rotate music duties. Because it's not like there's anything that could possibly go wrong there. Yep. I have to hand it to my little group here-- we at least have a sense of humor. For at least 90% of the trip, it ceased to be about enjoying the music and became about just...fuckery. For reference again, this car ride has 1 20-something, 1 30-something and 1 40-something because the 1 50-something couldn't make it.

I don't remember all of them and was only responsible for 1/3 of them, but some of the songs off the top of my head-- "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, "Dirty Little Secret" (I lol'd when the young one pulled that off), "What's Your Fantasy", etc etc. You get the idea. Have I mentioned lately that the kid is oblivious? Yeah, he's oblivious and 100% just thinking he's in on the joke.

We end up having a nice dinner where I tell my assistant about the previous night at the bar. Of course she plays it off flawlessly. That's how we do it. For a couple hours, we're just 3 friends enjoying the company. We didn't talk about work, didn't talk about how my assistant and I had so much tension at this point you could cut it with a knife. Just enjoying the ride.

From there it was to the hotel. Hotel bar was terrible (which we knew from the previous meeting last year) so we brought our own-- in this case, moonshine. I check us into the hotel. 3 rooms, 2 of which are right next to each other (Of course they are. And I swear to anyone reading this that this was not at all by request) and the other one a fair bit down the hall. We all go to our rooms to change, I also grab the moonshine and we gather in her room.

I know a lot of you will know what I'm talking about when I say this-- when there's that spark with someone, you look at things in a much different light. I had left my room and knocked on her door-- she opens it up wearing a long sleeve t-shirt, a pair of mesh shorts and fucking Uggs. If your mental image of this is ridiculous, good. It was. Inexplicably (or not as it may be), it was also the most adorable sight I may have ever seen in my life. My ex-wife had an affinity for lingerie, but even her best days from ages ago in some strange, strange way couldn't compare. And worse, it wasn't that I even wanted to sleep with her right then and there. There was just some brutally strong draw from her. Intoxicating.

So speaking of intoxicating, while I'm having this tug of war in my head, the young one comes in and we crack open the first bottle of moonshine. PSA-- while they'll all knock you on your ass, some of the flavored stuff can be actually tasty. Selling out to tourists be damned. So we kill a bottle of sweet tea moonshine. And then into a bottle of french toast.

"Before I bail, I want you to know I love you guys--you're like family to me."

And with that, the kid heads back to his room, leaving just my assistant and I.

"What the hell are we doing here? You have a whole life of your own. So do I. I don't want to be the other woman. I've been there and done that and you know we're both smarter than this. Oh yeah, there's also that thing about how WE FUCKING WORK TOGETHER!"

We kissed after that.

When I started down this whole road of actually writing this confession in more or less real time, I wanted it to be more about the thoughts and feelings going on in my mind instead of some Dear Penthouse-esque writing. So I'm going to leave the story there and bring Thursday night to a close. It's technically Friday morning by this point anyway.

To BLOODED_hands, MattB, ACB, EB64, Redcrayon and everyone else who's read this whole thing so far, I just want to say thanks. neoak and CoH, you guys too. It's been cathartic to get this all out into the open.

Wonder what we can do for an encore? Oh yeah, there's still Friday.

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Hey Era. Long time lurker on the old confessional threads, first time confesser. I don't think mine's especially shocking given some of the past 'highlights' but it's good to share my secret with someone.

Short version - my wife and I are swingers. I'd classify us as the occassional variety and not really part of the 'scene', but it's something we really get a kick out of from time to time.

It started somewhat by accident early on in our relationship when she was 23 and I was 27. She was on holiday on the beach and we were sexting, as you do. The usual talk of what one would do to the other if they were there, etc. I mentioned something to the effect of "wouldn't you mind people seeing us on the beach?" to which she admitted she was intrigued by the idea of exhibitionism and by extension, dogging. I replied that my impression (rightly or wrongly) of dogging was that it was de facto kink for ugly, overweight and old people, but that I did know of a swinging site that I had seen (but never signed up to) that appeared to have a lot of young, attractive, 'normal' people on. We agreed that when she was back, we would create a profile on the site and just see what it's all about.

First forward just a few weeks and we'd gotten chatting to a good looking couple who lived in City A, but were travelling down to City B for the weekend and were hoping to make plans. At the spur of the moment, we decided 'fuck it', let's throw caution to the wind and meet them. So we did. We were nervous as hell waiting in the bar for them but when we did, we were immediately put at ease to find just a couple of regular people who happened to like fooling around with other people. Eventually we went back to their hotel and after what felt like an eternity of not knowing how to transition from conversation to more, things just took off. We'd agreed beforehand that we were only going to 'soft swap' (i.e. no intercourse with another party), but otherwise just went with the flow, checking in discreetly with each other from time to time that the other was OK with it. It was phenomenal. Any worries of any harm it may do to our relationship were replaced by a sense that we actually felt more solid as a couple.

In the time since then (about 5 years), we've had roughly 8 more experiences. We've tried going to a swingers' club (we found it really tacky and not our thing), we've gone to a private party (which was great but full of intimidatingly beautiful people which made us feel out of place!) and we even struck up such a good friendship with another couple we met with that we ended up going to each other's weddings. Always good fun trying to get your cover stories straight about how you met!

We've done the 'full swap' thing, which was totally fine and again, just a lot of fun all round. We eventually found our 'unicorn', (i.e. an attractive, down-to-earth single female) and had an FFM threesome that most guys fantasize about. Most recently, we had an MMF threesome as well, which also took a long time to arrange because we were super fussy and a lot of single guys on the scene are extremely pushy. We've done same-sex things along the way, which is a first for both of us. Again, I've been surprised by just how not-an-issue it's been after the fact. I guess it's because we try and keep a level head about it all, and treat it for what it is - extra cirricular fun that enables us to tick off a load of 'what ifs' on a sexual bucket list. Kind of like: try it once, if you don't like it, don't do it again. Sex can be incredibly meaningful if you ascribe meaning to it, but it can also be purely fun and recreational if you treat it that way, and that's how we've tried to treat our experiences; fun sex, multiplied.

So yeah, that's a brief snippet into our lives as part-time swingers. The reason this feels like a confession is because in the minds of most of the people who know us, us being swingers is probably the least likely thing they would expect. I think they think of us as very much 'the couple next door'. If only they knew! Actually, browsing the kinds of people on the swingers site, I'm struck by just how many people there are out there who get up to all sorts behind closed doors. We found the 50 Shades mummy porn hoopla at the time so amusing at the time because it just seemed so tame compared to some of the things we'd already exposed ourselves to.

As a parting thought, I suppose I would give a caveated and cautious recommendation to other couples to try it. The pitfalls and the risks are obvious, so I don't need to spell them out to you. BUT, if you can communicate well, be totally honest with each other about what you do and don't want, and are willing to have an open mind, there's one hell of a sexy and fun world out there if you go looking for it.

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I pissed in my bed a couple of days ago. idk, it was the middle of the night and I was half-asleep floating in and out of consciousness and my bladder just let somethin loose. didn't mind at first cuz it was chilly as hell at the time, fall temperatures and all, and the piss warmed me up for a bit but then it got cold and I had to dip out and finish the rest of my sleep on the sofa downstairs, still been sleeping on that sofa since, I really should get around to washing my sheets. bout to do that, brb Era

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I'm not sure how weird this is, but whatever.
I used to draw naked female characters when I was around 12 or 13. Like videogame characters and comic book characters. Just bare ass naked. A lot. And I didn't know what masturbation was at that point so I just did it to get boners.
And my mom eventually found my binder full of these illustrations and the rest of it is a blur. I legit don't remember what happened after that. I suppressed it. It has never been brought up since then.
I guess it's kind of like in Superbad. Kind of.

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AgainstTheCurrent said:

I think the work guy one is fake. Having too much fun writing it and stringing it out - doing it for attention.

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