Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

The Wedding

I went to the wedding today. Over the past few days, I thought about the wedding. Who wouldn’t? And I had come to the place where I was just really happy that they are getting married. I wasn’t even thinking about all the benefits my children would reap at this point. It was all just about the happy couple. When I see the two of them together, it really does feel like it was meant to be. I’m involved in a beautiful relationship with the most amazing and understanding man. And every day I marvel at the wonderland that my life has become. So everyone wins in this situation. We’re all so busy being happy that there really isn’t time to fuss about anything. Corny, huh? But it’s true!

I make my polite hellos and exchange hugs as I walk through the house in search of a family member. And I find my sons looking astoundingly handsome next to their father. They are wearing three identical tuxedos and they are just lovely. My ex-husband introduces me to someone and says “This is Polli, my ex-wife. So now I get to just call her my friend”. And I know that everything is going to be just fine. So, I settle in to catch up a bit with the people I haven’t seen and drink a screwdriver or two to pass the time. Surprisingly, I run into a good friend of mine from college. We haven’t seen each other in ages and she really is a kindred spirit. Just as spunky and wild as I can be, and a true hedonist! And we chat and flirt and have a great time until the wedding starts.

My little ones are both ring bearers, and are proudly carrying their pillows next to their dad. And the bride comes down the garden path in a stunning white gown. And she is just so very beautiful. I’m snapping pictures like crazy and just thrilled to be there. And as I watch the ceremony, and the sincerity and conviction in his eyes as he says his vows, I’m reminded of the time when I stood across from that same man. And we spoke those same words, and laughed as the justice of the peace called him by the wrong name. Their formal wedding is a contrast to the white mini-dress and 6 guests at my wedding. And as I watched, all I could think was that we were so young. We had no idea who we were or what we were promising. We fumbled around and played at being a married couple. But we made so many mistakes. We’re just lucky to have two beautiful boys to show for our time together. I really feel like our marriage was the dress rehearsal. We were each learning how to be one half of a loving pair. And it prepared us each for the wonderful relationships we get to have now. Seeing them hold hands and kiss and cheering them as they proceeded off to the reception was one of the true and pure joys of my day.

I went to find the bride. And we kissed and cried and as I hugged her, I whispered “Blessed Be” in her ear. And we just stood there and gushed at each other, grinning from ear to ear with happy tears running down our cheeks. My ex pulled me aside to tell me that he’s really glad that I’m the mother of his children. And my old college girlfriend chimed in with “She’s the mother of Becky’s children too!” And we all laughed and hugged and dabbed the tears some more.

I went there worried that my presence would upset people, or that they would pity me or show some other upsetting disdain. And I will say that there was more than one raised eyebrow today. And I got to relish the surprise and the shock and just not care. Because the people who mattered. . .the core of people who were a part of our marriage and divorce, were surprised, but in a good way. And each one of them took me aside at some point to let me know that they were so pleased that I made it to the party. I loved being notable without detracting at all from the most important couple. And look at this. . .

Isn’t that the look of love! It is so good to see two people who matter to me so happy together.

So, all is rosy in my world! My old college friend gave me her number with a saucy wink and a promise to “get to know each other again”! And in one week, I’ll be in Valdosta getting the house ready for my pilot’s return from Africa! I’m all but twitching from the excitement of just thinking about seeing him again and the wonderful mischief we’ll dream up! Oh, and the kisses. . .mmmm

~nuff said
Dirty Gurrrl

A First Time - The Final Account

As I have mentioned in the previous post this was a night of many firsts. At this time I would like to go into details of those firsts…..

After Denise and I recovered from our wonderful orgasms, Rich had poured us each a new glass of wine. I have to admit for a first time with a woman whose man was there I continued to forget he really was. He was very much up unto this point a spectator. You could see he very much loved being in that position too. No angst for no real participation at this point. Even the moments to come he was more of an assistant and I truly got to enjoy so many wonderful new things.

The three of us proceeded into the bedroom and Denise asked, “Do you trust us?”. At this point I was so excited and satisfied I would trust anyone to do anything, and I did. Denise and Rich kissed and touched me as they laid me down on the bed. Denise grabbed a scarf and blindfolded me. This act in itself was so excititng and a bit scary that new sensations tingled all of my senses. Rich took each arm and leg and placed them into handcuffs that were already attached to the bed. Here I was completly vunerable to two people with absolutely no control. Instanly I could feel myself open up to this new sensation and I left a puddle between my legs.

Having kisses and hands all over me without seeing was suck an intense electric stimulous but nothing compared to the surprises that awaited me. The next thing I felt was a dildo being slid into my vagina. Slowly filling all of me I moan like I have never heard myself before. I swear the neighbors could hear! I can now feel Denise climb ontop of me and feel her body slowly push down towards mine. “Oh my god!? What is that?!”, I scream. Rich was the only one to respond, “A double headed dildo.” I have only seen such things in stores and now to feel what it does for women, have mercy!!

When Denise fully thrust towards me it opened our labias. When they touched our clits suction cupped together. I can’t even describe the exctasy that invaded my entire being while this woman bounced and grinded my groin inside and out. I began to have the most intense continuos orgasms of my life. Yes, multiple orgasms!! I didn’t believe they could exist for me, and here I was bucking and screamin on a constant level for more than just a mere second, or minute but what seemed like eternity.

After Denise and I had cum several times together I suddenly feel the dildo being removed from our bodies. I thought I was going to be released from my restraints but to my surprise there was more! Something was being attached to my clit! It was such a paculiar feeling. Then Denise started grinding me again and I realized our clits are attached to each other. I ask again, “What is that?”. Rich responds, “it’s a clit clip, just enjoy my dear.” A clit clip? I had never even heard of such a thing and was thrilled by yet ANOTHER new sensation and toy!

The night continued to the wee hours of the morning. It was more and more sessions of Rich assisting Denise and I enjoying each other. His direction of the two of us was the most sincere, kind and thoughtful participation of a man I had ever seen. Even to this day. It wasn’t even until after we had all slept that I was approached by Ricn for interaction with him, which Denise directly so lovingly. These firsts have been and probably will always remain the closest to my heart. Much more than losing my virginity. I have yet to even be with a woman again that would use a double header or clit clip with me again and it’s been 24 years of experience since then.

The time living with Denise and Rich ended soon after our first time togehter. Denise had a girlfriend Jeanie who would come and play with us during the day when Rich was at work. (yes a first time of all women three some, whew! that’s a whole nother blog) Rich became very jealous that he wasn’t participating in those events and I was asked to leave. It was a sad note that our relationship ended, but I still walked away with one of the most amazing experiences in my life.

It has been such a wonderful walk down memory lane sharing this story with you all. I hope you have enjoyed it!! XOXOXO