Poppa on Being a Poppa

Well I didn’t get to write about this last week because I was swamped with getting ready for the weekend and work. Even so, I still wanted to touch on the conversation I had with Poppa.

Now to understand why this conversation was so enlightening and caught me so off guard you need to at least have a small understanding of Poppa. (Note: NO ONE will EVER completely understand Poppa. LOL) Poppa is easily one of the oldest members of our group. And although I’d never say it to him he’s about twice my age. Poppa says everything on his mind and tells it how it is. No Fear. No Regret. Him and his awesome wife are HARDCORE Party-ers. They have traveled the world and seen and done things that even I wouldn’t dare to imagine. Even though he is more then a bit rough around the edges he’s got a very kind heart and would kill for any member of our group at the drop of a dime.

With all that in mind let me return to the previous Friday. We’re all hanging out around the bar at our friend’s birthday party. I’m pouring drinks (like normal) Poppa’s beside me. I offer to get Mrs. Cardz a drink. She declines. Well Poppa’s on that in a second. Like I said he’s a hardcore party-er and wants to see everyone having a good time.

He jokingly says ”What are you Pregnant?” Mrs. Cardz and I both quickly protest. Much to my amazement Poppa replies “Why the Hell Not?”

Wait! What?

“Did you just ask why she ISN’T preggers?” I said

“Yeah” Poppa replies “I keep wondering why you two don’t have kids yet.”

Of all the people in the world I never would have expected Poppa to be one telling us to have kids. He’s the one that wants everyone to go out and party on the weekends. Why would he be asking us to give that up and have kids. So I say to him “Well we have too much fun coming out and partying with you guys we don’t want to give all this up by having kids.”

“What are you stupid?” He asks. (Again remember Poppa tells it how it is regardless of Political Correctness.) He continues “ Listen Grasshopper (Yeah he calls me Grasshopper. It’s a Long Story) You’re not a Douchebag. You come out and have a good time. You think just because you two got kids you’ll become a Douchebag. Sitting at home every weekend and never taking any time for each other.”

Never really though about it that way. I looked around the room and mentally did my own survey. Almost every couple that was there had at least one child. Sure some of the kids were older and could take care of themselves but the people standing around me had all been through what I expect to be the “tough years”.

I’m not saying I’m entirely Ready to have kids but Poppa certainly gave me a new perspective on it. Mrs. Cardz and I have a Great support system. We have great friends and families that would be more then happy to watch the kids while we take some time for each other.

I’m still concerned about losing our social life when we have kids but I’m sure we will find a comfortable balance.

~Jack

A Little Update on Jack

Well it was definitely an interesting weekend. Had a birthday party for a lifestyle friend of ours on Friday. Even in muggle situations like “birthday parties” swingers are still the best people to be around. They are just so out going and flirty. We can just be ourselves around lifestylers and not feel like we’re being judged. Mrs Cardz ended up walking around mostly topless all night and got more then a few “gawkers”. I spent most of the night socializing and pulling practical jokes. (It’s what I do) Also I had a VERY interesting conversation with the most unlikely of people, but more on that later.

Saturday we relaxed during the day and then went to our favorite professional sporting event in the evening. I have to say I am REALLY enjoying these remote control vibrators and I know Mrs. Cardz is too. I had been playing with the button trough most of the first half just to watch Mrs. Cardz squirm in her seat. Somehow during intermission the button went on in my pocket and stayed on. I wasn’t aware of this until 20 minutes later when Mrs Cardz accidentally stomped on my foot and I turned to see a smile cross her face and her eyes roll back in her head. She later told me that the energy and cheering of the crowd, coupled with her licking her ice cream cone (which she gets at every game) and the vibration of her seat, sent her whirling into a very intense orgasm. IT WAS HoT! (and definitely something I’ll be looking to repeat in the future. Still 3 more home games this season)

Sunday we did a bit of spring cleaning. Not very exciting but it needed to be done and since we’re going away this weekend we figured we should get it done now. We’re headed out on a roadtrip this weekend with the Quakers to check out a new party. They have been to this place once before and asked us to join them this time around. I know these guys and with the way the four of us are….Let’s just say 5 hours in the car (each direction) is going to get INTERESTING. When the packing instructions include putting toys in the glove compartment you know things are going to heat up.

I have one more post this week then hopefully I’ll have some HoT tales to tell you about this coming weekend.

~Jack

Friends in the Daytime Strangers at Night

A series of events lately has caused my to consider our journey in the lifestyle and it’s effects on our social life. Let’s turn back the sundial to three years ago. Mrs. Cardz and I had been together for 9 years. During that time we had the same group of friends. Sure people joined and faded from the group as time went on but the core was still the same. During a Very HoT summer wee took multiple trips to visit a couple from this group who had moved away because of business. Each visit became more erotic and more intense until we ended up as this promiscuous foursome, still part of the larger group better keeping to ourselves whenever we were together.

Sadly, the summer ended with an epic battle that would rival any of Greek or Roman mythology. Lines were drawn, alliances were made, and bloody was shed. (Metaphorically of course). When the dust settled Mrs. Cardz and I were left with “What The Fuck?!?” looks on our faces and a choice to make. We no longer felt connected to our friends. Their collective lives were taking them in a direction we had no wish to follow. We wanted to explore the world, our sexuality, and each other.

We set off to learn more about the swinging lifestyle. We still hung out with our muggle friends on occasion but in the mean time we were looking for more. Not knowing where to start we began by turning to the internet. We checked out articles, podcasts, and even a few dating sites. On occasion we’d virtually run into a couple that peeked our interest enough to meet them but nothing ever came of it. In fact most cases left us in awkward situations that we couldn’t wait to retreat from. We thus learned that “couples dating” was not for us.

Not sure what to do next, the strikingly beautiful Mrs. Cardz had the exquisite idea for us to take a vacation to a lifestyles driven resort. We found a group based around a lifestyles podcast heading to Desire in Cancun. We joined their forums and quickly became friends, even before meeting them in Mexico. This gave us lots of time to talk about our thoughts on the lifestyle, our hopes, fears, and fantasies. However, we had no one locally to share this with, other then each other.

We had an AMAZING time at Desire. We got to meet A LOT of cool people and try a few things we had been fantasizing about for more then a year. One of the couples we met there didn’t live necessarily close to our home but did travel to our area on occasion for hotel parties and promised to take us along the next time they went. We had a Great Time at the party but cut it a bit short because we had been flirting with this couple since we left Mexico and wanted to finally get a piece of them.

A few months went by and we began to drift away from our Cancun friends. We still stay in touch via the internet but without having them here (most thousands of miles away) we find we have less to talk about then the normal “How you doin?” And the muggle friends we had we could never have told them about our fantasies or what we did on vacation. In fact most of them don’t even know the true nature of our trip.

We decided to check out the party again. Figured we had been there before so we knew what to expect and we were at a point when we needed to get away and have some excitement. The night was great we had a lot of fun. We danced, we drank, we flirted, and we met a bunch of cool people.

Throughout this time we were happy with keeping our “little secret” hidden from our friends while we shared stolen hours of the night with people we rarely saw again. That all changed the morning after this party when we went to the hotels restaurant to replenish the vitamins we had lost the night before. After a few introductions and even more winks and nods to some other “early risers”, we sat down to eat with another couple. About midway through our meal a short and spunky woman, who we have previously referred to as Mrs. Quake-r turned chair towards us. Leaving her table and husband to discuss business which we could tell she was bored with.

Almost instantly Mrs. Cardz and Mrs. Quake-r hit it off, talking about everything from work to pets. I was shocked. I had never seen my wife take to anyone like this before. Even after paying our bill we sat there conversing for quite a while. When Mr. Quaker was done his business conversation we spoke briefly before heading our separate ways. But not before making a sincere agreement to get together again soon. Little did we know that soon meant less then a week later.

The Quakers sent us an email two days later and asked us out for drinks the following Friday. We didn’t have anything planned and figure ‘why the hell not’. In the back of my mind I figured this was going to be just as awkward as the previous “dates” we had had. Sure the girls had had great conversation over breakfast but would they run out of things to talk about (in hindsight I’m still waiting for this to happen) or maybe Mr. Quaker wouldn’t mesh well with us. We had little time with him before and really didn’t get a feel for his personality.

Sure we were nervous. We always were the first time we went out with a couple but that was all quickly laid to rest. It was Amazing, the four us talked, laughed and joked like we had been friends for ages. Hours passed in what felt like seconds. Dinner, then drinks, and then back to their place. We all felt so comfortable that anything was possible. Leaving their house and racing home to beat the morning’s sun we realized we had plans with muggle friends in a few hours and we hadn’t slept. We were exhausted and needed rest. We got home and made two phone calls before laying our heads down. One was to the muggles regretfully cancelling our daytime plans. The other was to the Quakers. Thanking them for a great evening and asking what they had planned for the twilight hours of that day.

That meeting was a little over a year ago. Since then there have been very few weekends that we have not hung out with the Quakers. We have found an equilibrium between time spent with our muggle friends and our lifestyle friends. Sometimes mixing the two but being sure to keep our private time a secret.

The Quakers have become some of our greatest friends. We don’t necessarily play every time we get together. In fact, before this past weekend we hadn’t played with them in over 2 months. We all get to play with other people whenever we want to. We sometimes room together at parties or on trips but we are all still free to entertain as we wish.

Like I said before, I bring this whole tale up because of a series of recent events. While taking an impromptu trip with the Quakers this weekend we ran into another group of six friends much like ourselves. They all traveled together, went to each others family functions, and just generally had a great time. Each couple was free to do whatever or whoever they wanted but in the end they all had their “crew”. While talking to them I noticed the similarities between their group and ours. And it reminded me of an blog I had read written by a couple who goes by Deviant and BottomBitch. The article was called “Monogamy in the swinger world??” (http://frustrateddeviant.wordpress.com/2010/02/25/monogamy-in-the-swinger-world/) In it they describe how they are looking for a group of long-term friends and playmates that will still allow them to explore their swinger-hood with others. Well I’m here to tell them as well as all of you, that not only is it possible. It’s AWESOME!

~Jack

A Weekend that Doesn’t Go as Planned is Not Always Wasted

Wow what a weekend! As some of you know I’m the type of guy that likes to plan everything. I make dates and plans weeks in advance. (Very few times do I go as far as months in advance.) This weekend was no exception.

We figured we’d go out to our favorite “not so muggle” bar on Friday night. Then Saturday we would rent a room at a romantic hotel and treat our friends to a night out.

Well I took off of work on Friday to get some construction done on our new rec/play room. Along with the help from a few other we got A LOT done but after 10 hours without sitting down I was BEAT! Mrs. Cardz had talked to the male half of our favorite couple…let’s call them…The Quakers. (That name has nothing to do with Religion or Oatmeal HEHEHE) Anyway Mrs. Cardz and Mr. Quaker decided that they wanted to go to a steakhouse/strip club for dinner and a show. I know what you are thinking “WTF? A Steakhouse and a Strip club?” But the food there is surprising REALLY GOOD! They cook an AMAZING meal there. After a quick nap and a shower we were ready to go.

My wife’s new shipment of “toys” had arrived earlier in the day and the ladies decided they would be sporting vibrating panties for the evening. Let me tell you , the amount of power a person gets when they are holding a tiny remote that can get a woman off with the push of a button is intoxicating. Sadly both sets of panties were on the same frequency so either remote worked both vibes. Would have been fun to have them independent of each other.

The club and restraint were VERY quite because of a recent blizzard so we got to have a Fantastic meal, great conversation, and a little bit of vibrating seat play in peace. After we ate we stepped into the club where we played the weekend’s first game of “Pass the Remote”. We gave a remote to the Cutest Little Spunky Stripper who found SO MUCH join in walking around the club for about 2 hours getting our wives off and explaining to everyone she talked to what the little pink box she had was. (I’m going to leave that joke alone.)

Mrs Cardz’ vibe wasn’t sitting correctly no matter how hard she tried but it was a sight to see Mrs. Quake-r rolling in her seat while the stripper danced on the pole with the remote. We did leave the club after Mr. Quaker had to go personally fetch the remote from the stripper who had hidden it somewhere on her person. (Lucky Man!)

We hit up our favorite bar for a few drinks before it closed and we headed back to our respective houses. Saturday’s plans went all to Hell. Because of the snow storm and a few other reasons the other 4 couples we had invited to come out on Saturday cancelled on us. We had rented a room that had it’s own private indoor pool and hot tub but no one wanted to make the hour drive to get there.

It was Mr. Quaker who had the brilliant idea. We canceled our reservation and reschedule the trip for another weekend. We then travelled an hour in the other direction to check out a party we had never been to and knew Nothing about. By the Gods that was A LOT of fun. The ladies were rocking the vibrating panties again and no less then a dozen people took turns remotely diddling our wives. Quite often we’d look across the bar to someone pointing at us while holding the little pick remote and explaining to someone else what was going on. LOL!

The party itself was Great. The people were very open and friendly. They had a DJ in the main area with a dance floor, that was rarely not pushing max capacity, and a short walk away was a private balcony overlooking a muggle bar which had a battle of the bands going on. We danced, flirted, drank, kissed, and played the night away before retiring to our room.

Once there we finally got ourselves a piece of the Quakers. Now this is a couple that we talk to almost everyday. We hang out with them every weekend but for some UNKNOWN reason we haven’t played with them in almost 3 months. It was a very nice “reunion”…More on those two in a future post.

All in all the weekend was Amazing. Not even close to what we expected it to be. But better then I could have hoped. Moral of the story: Just because things don’t go the way you expect doesn’t mean they aren’t for the best.

~Jack