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A Joyful Belonging- An Ode to the Opposite of Jealousy

It all began—this story of our favorite swapping erotic adventure—as a letter I sent to a couple who were unable to join us as planned for a hotel rendezvous with a second couple with whom we had the hottest icebreaking ever. “Dear Mary and John,” I began. “Thomas has been quite interested in meeting the two of you and I love it when he is excited... there is a certain flavor - a special combination of qualities that gets a beautiful cockstrong rise in him....a state of affairs that benefits me much. You both seem to have an alluring host of qualities. It’s like a barometer when he shares a profile with me: his eyes alight, his pulse quickens, his cock swells. I like it that way as well. I have to share with you about last night. We had the most amazing time with the couple from Georgia. His instincts to meet with them paid beautiful joyful benefits. Details – details … mmmmm. So here goes some small revelation of our evening adventure with Rose and Jack. I must confess: I had never been with another woman that is as highly orgasmic as myself as was Rachel. It was a rare delight to watch her passion express so visibly. The sounds were the most alluring, but I could feel the powerful energy of her orgasms transfer into my own body. It had a domino effect, a crashing crescendo sending me off into my own ebullient energy streams that exploded into a series of squirting orgasms. But I get ahead of myself. That was near the end. In the beginning was something more rare. Occasionally I write poetry about our swapping adventures. I shared some with Rose before the visit. Lo and behold, once in their hotel room, after a communion glass of wine or two, Rose read some of these aloud to us. I was in wild-eyed glee - laughing and jumping around in antic orgasmic delight, squealing with echoed pleasure as I heard my own words read to me. Is this narcissistic? Or is it the incredible high that one gets - on being truly "gotten" - on being understood in some awesomely direct knowing way - that only another deeply orgasmic woman could know. Luscious mirroring is what I call it. With this reading of my poetry, OMG, she moistened me. She asked me to read a poem called the “The Fat One” about the fattest, most buttery orgasm I had with Thomas. As I did so, she hiked up her skirt, removed her panties, unbuttoned her blouse, and began playing with herself, fingers circling her nipple, others quivering her pussy. She came so hard, so fast, we were amazed, shaking our heads in disbelief. She gave us a devilish smile, as if daring us to ask for a replay. We took the dare. She shimmied off her skirt and requested another poem: “His Orgasm—The Big One.” As I read it, she played herself like Hendrix on the guitar riffing her pussy lips to the beat and rhythm of the poem, crescendoing at its end to another breaktaking orgasm.

Thomas and I and Jack just looked at each other in astonishment. I felt like applauding. I opened my arms to embrace Rose. She took my embrace, then came behind me, her lips coursing down the nape of my neck with kisses, then swiftly undressing me down to bare breasts, a touch of two ripening up my nipples. I was ready to burst aflame. Take me, she whispered. YES, I moaned. I glanced back at Jack--a kindly Southern gent--horny as hell and brim full of succulent stories of adventures past--and he was shedding his clothes quick and fast. Oh - Jack - at first we made him "just watch": You stay there Jack. I started rolling orgasms one into another as Rose touched my body - so electrified hot its yearn for her. Her touches were like magical whispers…drawing my eros from womb to bliss sizzled skin mini explosions. We exchanged stories - we massaged - we rolled in laughter with our skin-to-skin play - all of us together - sometimes separating just to pause - look and listen. HIGH HIGH ENERGY.... Yes - a gorgeous good time was had by all. Thomas and I did a full swap at the end..... my god she came again and again.... her face beet red at times.... pushing out those orgasmic pulses with vigorous body gripping, writhing, cock encircling throbs. They did "accuse" Thomas of being larger than his reported 7.5 inches but part of that was perhaps the excitement of the four of us driving him to greater lengths. This is a "complaint" I am happy to deal with. Here is the poem I wrote to them as our blissful thank you. I call it “Touching a Joyful Belonging.” ‘There is a note / I sense / a deeply resonant note / that orchestrates / the flow of events / The beauty of acceptance / A feeling that we belong / We belong to one another / as we suck and fuck / and feel our bodies/ altogether touch / As my imagination flows / Together we step / outside the walls / of convention / upon the plains of taboo / and there allow ourselves / Joinings / of the sort / our inner beings yearn for / Rose's succulent sucking of my clit / Her bold sucking of Thomas' cock /All of us fully embarked /in glorious acceptance / of one another's' forms / Sharing one another / He on Her / He on Me / Me on He / You and She / He and Me / She on She / Us on Them / Them on Us/ Blurring lines of combinations / hurly burly in tangled piles / of succulent sucking and fucking / All of us belonging to each other / for some magical span of time / The walls of flesh / diminished / merging all / We know what we do / as we step / beyond the walls / of convention / upon the plains of taboo / As we step upon the fields of mystery / and know / Our longing / Our desire / Has led us / to a deep place / of Belonging / A place of Skin felt acceptance / Of a tribe / conceived in the Unity of / Soul Touches / Mind Touches / Heart Touches / Body Touches / All that you Touch / You Change / All that you Change / Changes you / In our uniting - growing – dissolving / Opening - dancing – closing / We breathe you in / We breathe you out / Forever changed in the current / of Eros / Forever changed in the / current / of joyful play / Forever changed in the / acceptance of Our Touch / We step in / into the current of / Joyful Change / and allow our Bodies to Merge... / and we know we / Belong / each to the other / for some magical span of time / somehow / we move into / an eternity of Now / and Ooops / Cocks and Cunts / and Lips and Balls/ everywhere… slipping in /Yards of Sweated Glorious Skin / Cum and pussy joy juice / splatters / What matters/ Now... / We step in / into the current of Joyful Change / Touching a Joyful Belonging.’ So for us this 'breaking apart'’ of our marriage bond called swapping releases, like the fission of a radioactive element, a remarkable burst of energy that ends up, creating in the afterglow--when we are making love together again---a more intense fusion between us and more vibrant, more charged orgasms. We call it “the opposite of jealousy.” Come join us.

Note: These are the poems I wrote that we shared reading with Rachel and Jack.

"The Fat One" I had this super FAT Orgasm with you the other night. Yeah thick and Buttery it was. With a remarkable Sweet. It was a superhighway of an orgasm that drove up through the center of my being Through the center cord of my physical form. My clit was what started it and all the electrical Power Vibrating through it. This was the point of ignition. Your cock thrusting deep was the storm of my volition a wave of power to Ride Good Ride Oh, Good Good Ride deep and long building wave of power drive deep power of Man Solid Thrust in me And the ignition Began oh my god Oh MY God I yell as the Pulses Build The pressure cranks up The press so hard so hard the cunt walls cry with the want the want walls that grab you grab your cock and suck you in with wetted vacuum grip an implosion of will driven Desire fusion out of deepest yearn turns to a white glowed sun and ignites like a diamond under pressured heat the spark - ignites - I start the ride; An irresistible tide... I yell " My God, My God it is So Sweet So Sweet It is the Wide Fat Sweet One so rare so rare this orgasm comes the Wide Fat Sweet One - MY God! It comes ! I allow the whole fabric of me to surrender to the ignited flow God its Gold - hot Gold of Buttery Hue As it drives on through. It drives up hard and wide So Wide - My God - it has never been so Wide before and so powerful Sweet. My God - the driven current fueled by your rhythm Pounding cock a relentless flow drives up through my form a compelling golden hot sweetness that as a lava flows powered from furnace below clears the central channel of my being. Drives up - up Up from my belly to my heart and then to my head The super highway the central channel Power Glowed Our Orgasms Merged into One I don't know when... your voice your groan... somewhere echoes Yes, Yes you make me cum I am one with you in this After our final power burst joined.... The fount of Bliss doth burst its full fountain from my head. Your hands the hands of God golden energy laden Touches of Love that penetrate my flesh Your hands find my breast We tumble down in laughter and gracious appreciative mirth Wow that was the Fattest Sweetest most Buttery Orgasm available on Earth

“His Orgasm—The Big One”

Your orgasm for me I can say simply…. Bombs bursting in air. Rising up from the deepest silo's Buried below… Yes - but before all of that I find you there There - down there In my cunt - your cock Its doin' its strut A Marine proud and strong Standing straight up Shoulders back - lookin' broad and long. I - so so wet for you We're already beyond the screw Into the deep - The deep deep yearn for you Do that thing That thing Bip bee dee Bop Plop that cock On my clitoris head Mad with sensation Shivered with hungry Want You Bliss Play my clit Play it like this Blid dee dee blop Jazzed up cock Sliding so well just On the outside On my wanton wild wet Wetted labium lips Tip of you Shoot the Surprise - the guy Thrust me deep I find to meet And thrusting back I'm jackin' I'm jack in Me off and slidin' me up Hips bounce up Hips pounce up Grabbin' you Plunging me Suckin' you in Full shaft plunged to Hilt I'm on tilt All rockets go Bouncing bad Hips pop Hip hop Full clad rod Deep thou prod Hips - hip hop Rise and grab Crescendo builds No standin' still Crescendo builds I'm following you UP You're bursting forth I can keep up I'm following you up Rapid power Cannon fodder Bang me Baby Bang me bad That's the best orgasm I eva' had Bombs burstin' in air I'm cuming I'm followin' you there I go again..... Cuz yours its still cumin through And it's BIG So Big No, I'm not scared Hear it rumbling from deep below I know This is the Big One Seismograph on tilt Cock hard to the hilt Jammin' me home Ground of being shakes Rolling waves Raw power make Shakin' me down To deepest drones of Kettle drums The land boils With seismic rolls Earthquake country The locals told We'd be shakin' to The deepest bones When this one came Undulations abound Satiatin' bliss waves Shock the ground I'm rearranged By sheer power of Marching resonance I am devastated In glory of cascading waves Of pleasure. You hear great groans of ecstasy That's me... As bombs burst in air. My god baby - that was a Big One.

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