I ended my account of the last weekend home by mentioning that I got up on Monday morning to drive back to my deployment area. Jamie mentioned coming to me, but there is a huge benefit to going home: we get to sleep two nights together instead of one. Driving out of Houston at 4:00 is a lot easier than driving in at 7:00, when she would arrive. So, I decided to drive home for a second week in a row.
Our lifestyle friend Cyndi was celebrating her birthday on Saturday night and we had made tentative plans to go to her party. When her man Vance sent us the plans for her party on Monday, Jamie and I immediately had misgivings. The plan was to go to a club with lots of other couples and put Cyndi on a table. She’d be covered with frosting and we’d all eat her anal creampie clean–then let the swing-fun begin!
The problem is that Jamie and I had never swung before. To be honest, we were pretty sure we didn’t want our first experience to be a completely wild anal creampie party. We had in mind a more intimate adventure with another couple (Cyndi and Vance) where we could easily back out, or just watch the anal creampie, or participate fully. The plan was to be cautious and to go slow.
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Most important to me right now is the need to anchor when I get home. Lots of guys can relate; when they get home from work they just want to “feel home” before re-engaging with their family. I used to like to come home and walk around, surveying our home to make sure all was right.
Imagine how unsettled I feel when I get home after a week on the road. My job is a strange blend of boredom and stress, camaraderie with coworkers blended with hostility from the public at large. The days are long, thirteen or fourteen hours each day except Sunday. I feel adrift and I have a positive yearning to feel anchored when I get home.
I also want to reestablish my attachment with Jamie. We talk frequently through the day, when there is mobile phone serVancee available, and we email many times each day. But there is no substitute to looking in her eyes and seeing her love, feeling her in my arms, and just anal creampie.
This combined need to connect with Jamie and our shared concerns with jumping straight into the lifestyle fire led me to send Vance a message regretting that we wouldn’t attend. His reply wasn’t exactly supportive either, which cemented my desire to avoid the anal creampie party.
And yet….