Chapter 1Denver is no Vegas!
I sank heavily into the mattress, having just cum for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last three days. I knew we needed to go home early the next morning, and it was risky to even close my eyes. Still, I could not help but drift off into the most peaceful sleep I’d had in ages.
Despite my initial reservations, I was glad we decided to take a chance on Denver. The entire adventure had been an unexpected success, as had the new friends we had added to our little group. I smiled serenely, as I melted away from reality into dreams of the last few days’ sexual exploits. I awoke a few hours later feeling rested and refreshed, grabbed our boarding passes, and headed for a quick bite before we hit the airport.
Like most people, I had always considered Vegas to be the Original City of Sin and Sex, but Denver had proven itself worthy of a close second.
“The Crew,” as we have taken to calling ourselves, had been little more than casual acquaintances prior to that fateful long weekend. Some of us had met casually at previous lifestyle events, but as a group, Denver was the venue that had sealed our collective fate.
We had so much fun it was as if somehow, the planets had aligned that weekend, putting each of us in just the right mood to mesh together as a group almost instantly. The attraction was, for once, equal on all fronts, but even better than that, each of us thought highly of the others. If you had experience with this sort of thing, you understand how very rare it is. It was hard enough finding two people you could blend well with, let alone eight.
We had been to Vegas in years past and nothing could ever really compare to that place. The entire city could welcome our sort of people for a week-long event, and easily function as it had the other fifty one weeks of the year.
Denver, on the other hand, was never thought of as a place where members of “the lifestyle” would be welcomed. Maybe time had changed that, or perhaps it was the slip in the economy that had changed their views, but Denver had welcomed us with open arms.
We were treated like royalty from the start. Our privacy was treated with the utmost respect. Unlike our many romps in Vegas, in Denver our reason for visiting never came up in conversations, which was a nice change of pace.
While we had always enjoyed the way the Vegas events had gone, the people had a tendency to assume we were all there for the same reasons.
To be fair, vanilla tourists went to Vegas for a similar, albeit more subtle, version of the same things. As expected, the people who attended events in Vegas were always the cream of the crop, but it was not something we were expecting in Denver.
To our surprise, the people of Denver had not only been delicious to look at, but loads of fun and awesome to talk to. They seemed to get our group’s slightly twisted sense of humor, chiming right in without missing a beat. Occasionally, someone even managed to catch us off guard, which is not easy to do.
The people we met were not only locals. Some had traveled from the neighboring states as well. Who knew there were so many sexy people hiding out in the Midwest? Perhaps it had been a fluke that so many beautiful people had congregated there that weekend, or maybe we just got lucky. Either way, it had been a win-win for all of us, and we were grateful to the city of Denver for putting up with us. Sexy lifestylers from Illinois to Idaho had gathered there, and the results had been mind-blowing.
I can only imagine how much we missed out on in the beginning. We had been so awe-struck by the “scenery” it took us half a day to get our bearings and actually start mingling. Many of the other couples we ran in to seemed to have similar sentiments. They were all pleasantly surprised by the quality of the turnout, as well as the headcount at the event.
This kind of luck was not the norm at these sorts of things, especially in bigger cities. A bad event experience can leave a nasty taste in your mouth, especially when there is a distinct lack of realistic couples.
So far, in our experience as a group, we had found that things usually were not what they appeared to be on paper (or online, as the case may be). Often times the venues were less than impressive, or the people belonged to a certain crowd we just did not look forward to meeting.
The people who fell into that group were called “cinnamon pudding.” Put simply, that means mediocre or “blah.” When it came to the idea of getting naked with a CP, we could simply take it or leave it, so we certainly did not come here for them. That’s not to say that we only chose the “Ken and Barbie” type. Far from it, actually.
The people we preferred to hang out with had often been rejected at face value. Perhaps they were quirky, or just misunderstood. They might look a little different on the outside, or sound different. Maybe they have a weird tick or a laugh that others might find unbearable.
Whatever the variable, the things that had sent others running, were often the characteristics that led us to them in the first place.
As a couple, Trik and I were pretty particular when it came to choosing our playmates, but we managed to do so in a nonjudgmental way. It’s not realistic to think you could meet everyone, so we all had our own sort of screening processes, for weeding out the ones that were not worth the investment of our time. Still, it was important to step outside of our comfort zone from time to time. Otherwise you would spend your entire life with a total of like three friends right?
The crew was a varied bunch, though we were mostly similar in body types and age. There were some very drastic differences that existed between not only our ways of life, but our personalities as well. Still, it was those differences that made us all gel together well, both in and out of play.
Meeting a variety of interesting people and spending time with them in meaningful ways is what life is all about for us. Who wants to do the same things over and over again, with the same kind of people every day? Life would be so boring that way. Granted, most people live it this way, but we have chosen a different path.
With our crew by our sides and in our lives even when it is from a distance. We know when we head out the door each morning or night, that there is always another bunch of dysfunctional fucked up misfits that are just like us. We know that with them we can always be true to ourselves and allow them to do the same.
The lifestyle is not just about sex. There is much more to it than that; it is about being who you are, being and staying true to yourself and others. It is about honor, respect, love and lust. It is about enjoying life to the fullest and allowing yourself to release society’s ways.
Unlike most people, we are able to be the best version of ourselves and no one can tell us that we have to choose one or the other. All people should be allowed to live this freely and openly. They have for thousands of years in other nations. Even if our society says it is taboo, our friends accept us, and our families do not love us less.
In fact, our vanilla lives are no different than anyone else’s. We go to work, we pay our taxes. We have spouses and kids. Like anyone else, we have our issues, and we all deal with them the same way anyone else would. Marriage is already difficult, but it becomes a burden for those who try to force things to conform to a mold.
We say throw away the mold!
Or, if you are like us, smash it with a fucking hammer until it is nothing but dust! Be adventurous. Make your own path to eternal happiness, not only with your partner, but for yourself.
Be the best version of yourself, and never waiver in that. After all, your true self is the one you will most love, and if that happens to include a huge sex drive, a rocking hot body, and an unquenchable lust for life? Well, that is just icing on the cake.
The crew has a motto we live by. We’ll go places we never thought we wanted to go, and we’ll go there together.
We mean it not only with regards to literal travel, but in all aspects of our lives. We push each other as couples, as families, and as individuals. We promise to use each and every breath to become the best versions of ourselves that we can possibly be.
While we have enjoyed the fabulous versions we all have to offer now, there is always room for growth. Even the smallest things we can learn about ourselves from others can make us better. That mentality translates directly from life, to the bedroom, and back again.
If life were just about sex, we would surely spend a lot less time sitting in traffic to get to and from a job we hate. These societal trappings accomplish the exact opposite of what sex might do for us right?
To that end, I say change is not just inevitable, but necessary. I had been right about Denver, in a sense; it definitely was not Vegas, but the crew was better off because of it.
That trip had given each of us some more tools to use making ourselves better. If we could accomplish that in a three day weekend, imagine what the future may have in store for us, if we found a way to spend more time together.
We hope life works out the way we want it to, but we only have so much control over that. Sometimes life throws us a curveball, and we are forced to dive out of the way. For Trik and I, that fall led to things we didn’t even known we wanted. I would have never imagined I would melt into a puddle watching my husband go down on another woman.
I remember that first time like it was yesterday. Trik’s eyes never left mine, as he frantically lapped at her juices. I can still hear the distant echo of the soft moans that escaped her ruby red lips. I can almost feel her husband’s agile tongue as it teased at my wetness. I cum hard, grab his hair, and buck against his face just as the fucking alarm clock goes off, dragging me back to reality.
“Come on babe. Get up, slow poke. You already hit the snooze several times,” Trik said. “I am guessing by the color in your cheeks you had the Denver dream again?”
“Shut up,” I grumbled.
The dampness that had saturated my silky white thong was very apparent as I lumbered out of bed. Trik just shook his head and grinned.
“Hot,” he said, slapping my ass hard as I strolled into the shower.
With any luck, I would have a few minutes to soap up and resolve the end of my dream. Then hopefully wake up enough to make it through an important day.
Tonight was my first ever gallery showing, and even though only three of my paintings were going to be displayed, I was more than a little excited. Not only was this my big break, but a rare opportunity to see Trik all dressed up. We’d laugh, dance, and have some champagne. Afterword, if I was lucky, maybe we could relive one of our adventures in Denver.