When we lived in Indiana, we were pretty involved in our local kink community. It wasn’t just something we attended occasionally. It was woven into our social life, our friendships, and honestly into the evolution of our dynamic. We had people. We had places. We had connection.

When we moved here five and a half years ago, as I’ve mentioned before, life shifted in all the expected ways. New jobs, new routines, kids getting older, responsibilities multiplying. Somewhere in that transition, finding a new community quietly slipped to the back burner. It wasn’t intentional, and it wasn’t dramatic. It just… happened.

And then recently, we finally decided to change that.

We found a local meet up and stopped making whatever excuses we were for not being able to make it and the three of us went… together. It turned out to be a group of people that were welcoming and inviting. We felt accepted and it was wonderful.  We told ourselves we would go and see how it was, maybe stay a couple of hours at most. We would be social, say hi and meet some people and head home at a reasonable time. The meet up started at 9pm, which already felt like a bold decision at this stage of life. If you’re over 45, you totally understand what I’m talking about! There was no scenario in my mind where we were closing anything down.

And yet, that is exactly what happened.

We ended up staying until the lights came on and the staff was clearly ready to lock the doors. What was supposed to be a quick pop in, turned into hours of easy conversation, laughter, and that familiar comfort that comes from being around people who just get it. There is something powerful about not having to over explain your dynamic or soften the edges of who you are.

We met so many genuinely great people. It felt natural and unforced. Like stepping back into a version of ourselves that had been waiting patiently for us to circle back.

And just to make the night even more interesting, we left with a couple’s phone number. Apparently we are the kind of people who say we will be home by eleven and instead walk out at closing time with new connections in our pockets. 😁 Who am I kidding? I know that’s exactly who I am! I’m bold enough to ask for someone’s phone number when she tells me she wants marks on her ass! 

We came home a little tipsy and completely exhausted, laughed about how late it was, and crashed hard. For a brief moment I thought that was the end of the story.

It was not. 😜

We woke up early, before anyone else in the house was stirring, still carrying that buzz of connection and excitement. Maybe slightly hungover and running on very little sleep, we somehow found the energy to enjoy each other before the rest of the world woke up. There is something about feeling seen and energized socially that spills over into everything else. There is something special about morning sex. Our warm skin touching, especially feeling it from all over. Soft voices in your ear. Those good morning kisses. Soft kisses down my body, over my ass. A nice gentle tongue slipping between my cheeks to just tickle my asshole enough to make my squirm and giggle. “Dirty little fucker” I called him. I told him he was making me want a big hard cock in my pussy and if he wanted one there too he was going to have to make it hard so it could fill me up. So once we roused Jon and got him interested, he asked to taste me and if he could get my pussy ready. Of course I had to allow him. When his mouth eventually landed on my clit, I was already warm and ready to be filled up with his big cock. He was allowed to stay there for only a few moments and get some enjoyment. I know how much he loves to taste me and be covered in my juices. 

Once I made him stop, because it was my fucking turn, already! 😁 John and I pushed him over onto his back, next to me, and we both played with and stroked his cock to get him hard while John slid his fingers ever so slowly inside my silky warmth. Once Jon was good and ready, I climbed on top of him and rode his cock and talked to him all about how dirty of a slut John was because he was going to lick my asshole and tongue fuck my asshole while I had Jon’s big cock filling my pussy. At one point Jon even reached back and spread my ass for him so he could feel his cock sliding inside me with his tongue. As I rode Jon, I don’t recall much other than him whimpering something over and over about me stopping because he was going to cum. All I know is I rode his cock until he was about to cum and then pulled right up to the tippy top of his dick so he could cum at the now used opening to my pussy, then just out enough to slide it up to my asshole so John had plenty of mess to clean up. It was pretty amazing! 

The three of us laid on the bed, breathing heavy, saying things like “oh my god that felt so good when…” and “fuck that was nice” and making sure to ask each other, “are you good?” We laid there talking and calming down together with some aftercare for a little while. We all know how important aftercare is and the checking in. 

Finding a community again didn’t seem that important at first but after going this past weekend, I can say, it feels pretty important. After five and a half years, it feels really good to say we might finally be finding our place here.

I hope our friendships continue to grow. 

Michele