Goodbye O&P.. it was fun!

I just noticed Odysseus and Penelope have completely removed their blog. They've been coming to some hard conclusions lately about what their adventures meant to them and how they struggled with the influences of their traditional upbringing. I haven't really had a chance to talk with them about any of this for a long while now, and the thought of doing so after dinner while playing with the baby just doesn't feel right. I suppose we just want to respect their choices and give them the distance from all of this that they seem to need right now. We love them and wish nothing but the best for them in this new chapter of their lives. <3

On sex.. continued

Ha! See this is one of the reasons why I love Penelope. She always has the most amazing viewpoints that offer perspective that I would never have considered. But she is completely right. For a lot of women sex is about all of those things. It's funny that for men sex is just about getting off. Maybe there was some dysfunction in my childhood, I would be the last person to argue that point, but I never saw sex as something that was related to that. If there was ever a thought in my head that had anything to do with my parents regarding sex it was only that I wasn't going to let their expectations, their value system or their wishes influence what I wanted. I'd had it proven to me enough times that their virtues were less than virtuous. And that's about all I have to say about that.

I do find it fascinating that, in this society, it's perfectly acceptable for men to enjoy sex just for the sake of it yet for a woman to do so is considered sketchy. I never really quite understood those women who would go on and on about how demeaning it is for those poor depraved porn starlets to have to do that for money. I saw what they were doing as amazing.. they got to fuck all these amazing cocks and get paid for it too? Wow. Diseases aside, it seems like a pretty sweet deal. But I digress...

I love to fuck. I love to see other people having a great time fucking. All those other things aren't even remotely a consideration for me. In my youth I sought out older guys for a few different reasons, not the least of which was that they were typically experienced enough in the process in general that they would actually pursue sex. Most 14 year old boys don't have the confidence required to actively engage a girl for the purpose of sex.. hell they're just happy you're talking to them! In addition to the confidence factor there were practical reasons as well for seeking out older guys. They often had cars, a place to go, a friend with a place to go. Geez.. I just imagined the picture of me in my youth desperately seeking out some good place to go and get some good fucking on that you might be conjuring.. how sordid it must seem! I guess I won't go into detail about the random guy I fucked in the back seat of an unlocked car on some nameless street behind his high school on that dark and rainy night.. or the condom we left on the floor in the back seat.. oh wait. Oops. ;)

Yes people, I was a slut. Maybe I still am. I think that the way I went about finding guys protected me to a large degree from the social fallout that would very likely have come my way had I been tempted to feed the fires of desire with guys I actually went to school with. In the simplest definition the older ones were safer. They also happened to be more attractive to me. They tended to be taller and more rugged looking. So really, the fact that I gravitated more towards older guys wasn't necessarily dictated by one particular thing. It was a combination of factors that included attraction and concern for my social standing. And the fact that they actually knew how to please me was bonus.

I love P's free association list. I just have to do this..

Sex becomes about giving the guy what he wants.
The insinuation here is that it's only being given because he wants it. But when I want it too then that doesn't work.

Sex becomes a choice between being good or being bad.
Ha. Who cares? If it feels good do it. If it's "bad" then it's only because society is all fucked up. How can something that feels so good, and is a biological requirement for the continuation of the species, ever be considered "bad"? Totally not valid to me.

Sex is about hoping the guy likes you, being so insecure that you 'give it up' at the expense of the higher morals and values that you're 'supposed' to have in the situation.
This only works if the guy you're trying to catch wants a woman with "higher" morals and values. I, for one, do not believe that denying yourself sex so you can play power trips is necessarily a moral thing indicative of higher values. To me that's just lying.. and playing games that have no place in a loving, open relationship. If that is the basis for the relationship then count me out. And any guy who would believe in that is not worth much to begin with.

Sex is about deciding what and how much to give to maintain the balance between being good or being a slut, giving a guy enough so that he is happy and still respects you versus giving him too much so that he thinks you're a slut and talks about you to his friends.
If said guy can't appreciate and value what he has available in me and make efforts to avoid hurting my feelings then he's not worth much either.

Sex is about thinking you're not good enough, so you just give it up to whoever wants you so you feel affection and as if you're liked.
Interestingly, I think this is a bit backwards. I think that there's a piece missing from this statement that would have to include something about said guy just fucking you and then moving on. But, if it's understood that the tryst is just that then it might actually serve the opposite purpose, if any purpose was intended to begin with. If a guy likes you well enough to want that sort of interaction then you've already moved past the initial barrier of not feeling worthy or attractive. If the whole idea is to simply obtain validation then the pursuit is validating enough. The fact that the desire is there in the first place is cause enough for validation. Why ruin it with sex, risking that the pursuit will end, if you don't want that yourself?

Sex is only really right if it is about love. If it is not about love, then you should feel guilty about it.
LOL. Sorry.. but in my mind love and sex are two very separate things. I can feel the deepest love in the world without ever touching a person's privates. And guilt, well that's just another connection society has made between a powerful emotion that should never be tied to sex, unless you're doing something illegal that's hurting someone. Sex is amazing, sex is freeing, and it feels so good. How can guilt be associated with that?

Sex is about giving in, and then feeling guilty afterwards.
Not standing your ground, no matter what the subject, is cause for remorse. This can only apply in sex if you don't want it yourself. And if you don't.. why not?? Are the lessons that society teaches so overwhelmingly powerful that we are helpless to question them?

Women are not supposed to "want" sex, like "that." If she does, she does so at the expense of being looked down upon by most people. (At least in young adulthood. If she's married and has a voracious sexual appetite, then the husband's just lucky.)
I'm seeing a theme emerge here. These ideas are all based on a puritanical viewpoint. I was raised in the church, these ideas are not foreign to me. I touched earlier on the fact that my parents, the people who were charged with instilling these so-called virtuous values and ideals that I was expected to carry forward into my adult life and later pass on to my children, were less than virtuous themselves. If anything that taught me it was that just because they had an association with the church and righteousness did not make them righteous people. I learned at a very young age by example to question authority. I never stopped doing it. It may very well be that my need to question what society states as being acceptable is the basis for my sexual freedom. Hm.

And most of all, for a woman, sex is mostly about being desired, not about actively desiring.
Interesting. I think, no, I know that even women perceived as unattractive by many will still be attractive to some. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all, and working your whole life to fit into some ideal of what is "attractive" is a waste of time. Because after you've spent your whole life devoted to making yourself attractive to others, acceptable to others, the only one that really matters is you. You have to be able to accept and love yourself for the person you are before you can ever hope to really truly earn the attraction of another person. I'm not saying that many women don't do just that.. but after face lifts, boob jobs, liposuction, tooth whitening, whatever, they are still the same people within. Beauty begins from the inside. But then I color my hair so who am I to preach? =)

Yes, P, you're totally correct. These days a lot of the guys I played with would be thrown in the slammer for life, called pedophiles, lives destroyed, blah blah blah. I wasn't thinking about that then.. although there was one guy I remember who, despite repeated efforts on my part, resisted. He would only go so far and then the brakes came on. Although I was disappointed I understood his reasoning and simply accepted that. The fact that he was headed towards becoming a police officer may very well have had something to do with it. But was what we were doing really so bad? I never thought of it as being so. I was appreciative that I had these opportunities to play and explore at a time when my hormones were raging out of control. If I had been stuck with 14 and 15 year old man wannabes I would likely have become a nun.

I didn't fully understand and appreciate my attraction for other females until later. I must have been 16 before my first girl-girl sexual experience. Maybe that has something to do with it. Being bi-sexual I must have a slightly different brain chemistry or whatever than a strictly heterosexual female. Maybe, just maybe, a little bit of those man brain cells grew inside my head and gave me a different perspective. One that allows me to enjoy sex for no other reason than it feels so fucking good.

As far as fucking if there's something brewing between Poseidon and I all I can say is this. I feel like, except for one brief moment in our time together, we have always been joined. The connection that we share is so incredibly deep and strongly rooted that any little thing that comes up that generates strife between us is recognized as just that.. a little thing. In the grand scheme of things we know deep down inside that, although we may disagree on a topic or whatever, it isn't going to be something capable of dividing us. That knowledge and strength that binds us together makes it easier to just put the stupid little shit on hold. It's just not significant enough to disrupt our deeper connection. And dammit.. if the opportunity comes up.. we're jumping all over it! Let the fucking commence!

Where's My Crystal Ball?

As a child, before I met Poseidon, I had this idealized vision of what "the one" for me would be. I seriously doubted that I would ever find the man or woman who was my vision of perfection, but I still had hope. Then I met Poseidon. And although not the ultimate definition of what I wanted in that "perfect love", we connected on basically everything. We were so alike in so many ways, the friendship we developed was enough for me to dismiss my prior dreams as childish and recognize that he was what I needed. I gave up the fantasy and loved him completely. We were great partners, companions, friends. My best friend, in fact. I never doubted our emotional connection, although there were times that I wished that he could be a little more feeling, a little more connected to me emotionally. I understood logically that it just wasn't that way and accepted it. We shared decades together on exactly the same page.

Then one day I found myself on an interesting journey with my life partner. We explored new concepts of sharing love.. not just sex. We met Penelope and Odysseus and got to know them. We spent countless hours in chat, writing emails, on the phone, and eventually in person. Everyone here knows what an amazing guy Odysseus is, and pretty early on I felt that "there he is" feeling. Here was a man who could feel me. And, it seemed, we connected deeply. We held back no emotions and all jumped into the experience without reservations. It was amazing. I had discovered that it was not too late to find "the one" and basked in the assurance that having that dream could still happen, albeit in an unusual union of 4 instead of 2.

Then real life happened. There were difficulties integrating "the secret" into every day life. Big and little things had to be figured out, discomforts dealt with, boundaries and limitations put in place. Emotions soared out of control on occasion, but it was all part of the process of integrating each other into our lives.. into reality. We all knew we could not continue living that fantasy and so things changed to be more agreeable, more comfortable, more sustainable, for us all. Emotions were reigned in and sex was out. Somewhere around that time Penelope and Odysseus got pregnant.. and any remaining show of affections seemingly vanished overnight.

I grieved for what I had found and then lost. Although the "no sex" rule had been put in place there had never been any spoken requirement to shut off emotions.. and yet it seemed that was exactly what had happened. It confused me.. was it ever real? Was it all just more ego stroking? Doubts soared, and those coupled with all that was going on with Hera, and virtually no discussion about it, left me lost. Meanwhile I wanted, no needed, that connection from Poseidon more than ever.. but it's just not in his nature. I felt guilty for wanting more than Poseidon could give me.. no matter how much I wanted him to. I felt resentment and anger towards Poseidon for not being that for me, for not wanting to be that for me, assuming he could be if he even did want to be. We suffered communication and emotional breakdown. I picked him apart, found (or agreed with) every fault and tried, subconsciously, to divide us. Perhaps my twisted logic said that if he wasn't there I wouldn't have to endure the guilt and confusion of all that was spinning around uncontrollably in my head. It didn't help that he responded with anger and confusion of his own, fueling the path to destruction.

But we're stronger than that at our core. We picked it apart, we talked about it, analyzing it till we were both so drained there was simply no energy left. With our base logic and the tremendous support we have for each other, plus a core belief that we should each do everything we can to help the other be happy, we figured out what was going on and were able to see it for what it was. It's taken a lot of effort to get here. Penelope and Odysseus have themselves been remarkably helpful and supportive through this process that they no doubt found exceptionally confusing.. and perhaps even scary at times. The exploration of self, of what drives us and our reactions, has been intense and exhausting, but I wouldn't change a thing. Penelope and I have become great friends and I love her tremendously. I'm torn apart by wanting more from her and Odysseus than they are comfortable giving, and the comfort and security I want her to feel knowing SHE is the only one who is important to Odysseus, the only one he would choose to love.

Having realized all of this has smoothed things with Poseidon again. We're best friends, and always will be. I'm hopeful that he can come to a place soon where he can forgive me completely for what I've put him through. With each of these challenges that we're faced with and are able to work through, our love for each other grows and is strengthened, and I've never felt more in love with Poseidon than I do right now.

As for the 4 of us.. I can dream of a time when we can all share our love openly and securely amongst ourselves without concern for the oppressive views of society.. just truly loving each other together in love's most perfect form. It may be possible if we can focus on the positive energy and support and let go of the fear. As the strength and beauty of what our group is can only be had with all of us present and participating, division from within would be certain destruction. Only the future knows what may come, and its not sharing any secrets.

Moving past the past...

What an interesting 2 months it's been. I discovered under the recent unusual evolution of my life and the stress that came from it that I had some issues from long ago hiding in the cobwebs of my brain that I needed to work through. They were buried very deep but still affecting me, my behavior and responses, and worst of all, the way in which I process new relationships, especially with women.

Learning about these deeply buried hindrances allowed me to analyze what impact they were still having on me and address those limitations in myself. Having done that I feel tremendously better, not only about myself, but also about my feelings and how my actions affect those closest to me. Of course this is only touching lightly on the surface of the issue.. I'm not going to get too deep into it here.. but suffice it to say I feel as if great stone walls have been crumbled under this new awareness.

Enter my relationship with Penelope. We were having some trouble in figuring each other out. We've discussed my issues and I couldn't be happier to report that we are now climbing over those heaps of rubble from those crumbled walls and forming an amazing friendship. Life is good.

The Fire (by Athena)

I've been holding off posting this as Poseidon has not yet had a chance to write his version of things in the proper sequence. However, in order to avoid getting any further behind, I'm posting this now anyway. He can get caught up when things.. um.. settle down.

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Food. Poseidon was hungry. We had some pasta left over from a prior meal and I put it on the stove to reheat. It had been left in the pot from cooking and had quite a bit of water covering the noodles and of course the oil that had been put in from that as well. I was wearing the skirt O mentioned, which was apparently having the desired result, and he invited me for some private time in the bedroom. I made sure Poseidon knew the noodles were heating on the stove, checked with him to make sure he was ok with us stealing away, and we vanished behind the door. From that moment forward I paid no attention to the noises, or lack thereof, coming from the other side of that door.

I think O threw me to the bed. He rather caught me by surprise.. but only so much. I was intoxicated with his passion. When he reached for my panties I was indeed surprised. I may have had some reservations as I hadn't showered that morning.. and I certainly didn't want to be smelling odd the first time O would go down on me. There was also the newness in that this was the first time O and I had been alone together sexually. I suppose I may have had a combination of factors on my mind, but I was ultimately thrilled to be on the receiving end. He seemed to know just where to find my g spot.. and my clit hadn't been brought to life that quickly in memory. His technique was flawless and he made me cum at least twice, probably thrice. We discussed how my orgasms are different from Penelope's and how he hadn't been able to tell for sure. But I assured him he was perfect.

Then it was my turn.. and I did indeed get to suck him again. I love sucking O's cock.. and the chance to practice my deep throating techniques with him is always welcome. I sloppily stroked and sucked him, eagerly exploring the responses I would get with various techniques, until he shot his load on my tongue. As we lay together on the bed in the moments after I remember hearing the beeping. I don't think it had been going prior to that point as all the smoke alarms in the house were tied together.. and the one in the bedroom was certainly loud enough to get your attention.. no matter what you were up to. After commenting that I didn't like that noise I got up, checked the temperature of the door (cool) and opened it. Upon exiting to the hallway I saw that the house was indeed full of smoke. A few steps further and the pillar of flames caught by my peripheral vision had me running to the stove. It's a good thing I didn't panic.. I actually did what you're supposed to do.. I suffocated the flames by placing another pan that happened to be right there over the top of the pot. It worked! O grabbed the pot and took it outside.. which at first I thought was a little odd but then I realized it was still spewing forth tons of smoke.. and yes.. I saw him remove the pan to peek down in there and the sudden rush of oxygen reignited the fire. We sheepishly ran around opening every door and window and wondering where everyone else was. Apparently.. Poseidon had gotten.. um.. distracted.. and that meal would never be.

What I found most amazing about the whole thing was that it took that long for all the water to boil out and the oil to get hot enough to ignite. No permanent damage done and a good story to tell. I don't think I'll ever look at a fire quite the same way. ;)

The discovered variations in our orgasms became fodder for conversation later in the day. I was curious to explore this with the two men who knew them and could make the comparisons. I suppose it's the scientist in me taking control but I found it fascinating to discover that our orgasms could have such different qualities. Penelope sort of quivers when she cums. I do not. My orgasms are more of a wave like clamping, with the intensity of the clamping changing.

After dinner and drinks we again retreated to the loft. It seemed a good time to try out the mind altering herb we'd been saving. I think we were all transported to a different plane, but O is right.. the two of us were having so much fun talking and laughing that sex was the last thing on our minds. I remember having the conversation.. "shouldn't we be doing something?" with a hearty giggle.. but we both agreed we were having too much fun as it was.. and enjoying immensely the connection we had formed. At one point I remember going down to the kitchen for some juice.. and as long as I was down there I made a side trip to pee. While I was there in the aloneness of my mind I came to a realization about something that had been nagging at me, albeit in a somewhat subliminal way. I was relieved with this awareness and excited to share it with O. I felt comfortable enough with him by this point to share with him my deepest thoughts, fears and concerns. And, in his usual understanding fashion, he absorbed, accepted, and pulled me into him and we became one.

It had gotten quite late and the noises coming from P & P had subsided. They were sound asleep, appearing quite comfortable where they were. It looked inviting. But the question of what to do about sleeping was a tough one. O was definitely not comfortable where we were. I didn't want to miss out on cuddling with him if he went downstairs to the bedroom by himself. So.. in our half sober state we argued the points as if on the high school debate team and came to the conclusion that it would be innocent enough to simply go sleep in the big bed.. and everybody would be comfortable. Again.. this activity was something we'd all done before, and everybody had been comfortable enough with it the previous time.. so why be concerned this time.

But upon arrival in the bedroom another dilemma appeared.. which side? I'm easy and don't really have a preference and so I wanted O to make that determination as to which side he would sleep on. I recall a debate about whether Penelope might be taken aback if she were to find me sleeping on "her" side.. in "her" spot.. and so it was decided that O would sleep in that spot.. just so nobody would think they were being replaced. We turned out the light and snuggled up. When we heard the door open I was half asleep.. half stoned.. half terrified. The light flicked on.. stunning me like a deer in the headlights.. and I shot out of there and said goodnight. I suppose some part of me realized Penelope truly belonged in that place.. in their sanctuary.. and a wave of guilt hit me unexpectedly. Another part of me felt sad that it had to end. In the loving comfort of Poseidon's familiar arms we snuggled together until the sunlight shining through the windows awoke us in the morning.

The Beach House (by Athena)

That first day of O&P's arrival seems so long ago now. The details blur. None of us got much sleep that first night.. we were all just taking each other in.. absorbing our physical energy.. finally. I remember waking that first morning to rain. It rained all day. Some say that it doesn't really rain all the time in Seattle.. that it's just a myth conjured to keep everybody away.. to keep it from becoming too overpopulated (as if that didn't happen a long time ago). But this day was one of those days.. the middle of August.. and not a spot of blue to be seen.. and no mountains rising up in the distance.. as we had promised. Oh well.. whatcha gonna do.

So.. we spent the day inside. No chance to go for a run.. no chance to check out the neighborhood.. no chance to take in the gorgeous scenery. But there are benefits to spending the day inside too. After a breakfast of cranberry scones O retreated to go rest in his own room. We were all pretty tired.. and he was dealing with jet lag too. It seemed like a necessity that would have been inevitable.. but that wouldn't keep me from feeling a little disappointed that he was gone, if even for just a little while.

I busied myself with cleaning up.. the 3 of us chatted about various things that I cannot recall. I swear I felt him calling out to me.. but I refrained from going to him uninvited for fear of stepping over boundaries.. privacy.. space. These would all be issues we would work through in the days to come. I was absolutely giddy when his text message came in. "Lonely over here..." A quick check with Penelope and Poseidon and I was on my way. I rubbed his back.. he rubbed mine. We kissed.. we melted into each other as we faded into sleep.

At some point the decision had to be made to move to the beach house. This could have been done at any time, I suppose, but we were holding out hope that the rain might actually ease off a little. But it certainly seemed to have no intent to stop. So we loaded the cars in the rain.. locked up and headed out. Sure enough.. as if according to plan.. the rain subsided just as we hit the highway. As we arrived at the beach house the three of them took in this magical place for the first time and I think I remember O doing a little dance.. this place was that amazing.. and it was all ours for 2 whole weeks.

We unpacked the cars, got settled in, had dinner, and moved upstairs to the loft. This was where the magic would happen.. well.. most of it anyway. More backrubs.. more making out.. Penelope and Poseidon were engrossed with each other over on the other futon.. and Odysseus and I finally had the chance to move into uncharted territory. It wasn't long before our kisses blended into full body explorations. With exuberance I sucked and stroked him with the sloppiest of porn star techniques.. I pushed his straining cock into the depth of my throat and he came exquisitely.. and I swallowed every last drop.. savoring the taste of this amazing man. Despite all the opportunities that lay ahead I could never have enough of that.. enough of him.

First Night (by Poseidon)

It had been an pretty hectic day for Athena and I. It seemed like there were a thousand little things that needed to be tended to and squared away before Odysseus and Penelope arrived and we all made our way to the cabin by the sea for two weeks. It wasn't hectic in a bad way, just in a "very busy" way. The character of the hecticness aside, the net effect of all those little things needing to be tended to was that we were perpetually running late. A few minutes isn't usually a big deal on most days, but this was a special day. We were to be meeting Odysseus and Penelope in person for the first time when we picked them up at the airport, and we really didn't want to be late for that! Somehow, even with what seemed to be a never ending series of holdups and setbacks, we managed to make it to the airport on time....just barely.

We arrived at the airport and checked the status board, their flight had just landed and everyone was still on the plane. Whew! We made it! And we would be able to greet them like we had planned, dressed in Hawaiian garb and handing out leis. Except for this one little problem.....we were informed by security that the spot we had determined to be where they would leave their gate...and where we had arranged to meet them....wasn't the location where they were going to leave their gate at all, and was even on the wrong level of the airport. Damn! We were to be meeting them in just a few moments and we were in the wrong place! We quickly found out where the actual location was and made our way there as fast as we could. On the way, Athena sent them a text message letting them know where we would be. We arrived at the new pre arranged spot......and, with our hearts pounding, we waited.

And waited.

And waited a little more.

In reality, it wasn't more than a few minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.....Over the past months we had forged some amazing connections with them, we had exchanged a lot of pictures, so we knew what they looked like, and we had spent a lot of time interacting online so we knew their personalities to a large degree.... everything we had done together had been incredibly fun and natural....but even still, during those last few nervous minutes we couldn't help but have countless feelings and questions race through our minds..... what would they be like in person?....how would it feel to really be with them completely without the filter of technology between us? How would it feel to be able to connect with them for the first time in all the ways that are only available in person?......

Athena and I were leaning over the railing, looking down at where all the arriving passengers were getting on the escalator that would take them up to baggage claim, when we caught our first glimpse of Odysseus and Penelope. Within seconds they looked up, and we all saw each other for real for the first time. It was one of those moments where everything else in the room faded into the background as we became totally focused on each other. We held up our sign that said "Ginormous Cock and Sweet Tits" (pet names from an online game, and written in very cursive writing, so hopefully we wouldn't get thrown out of the airport), and began to take each other in as they rode the escalator up to where we were. A few steps off the escalator and we were all sharing warm embraces. I just a few moments any last shreds of nervousness that I had been feeling completely faded away. As I hugged Penelope for the first time and gave her a "social" kiss, our eyes locked for a moment and I got a fleeting hint of her depth and sensuality. Wow.

We made our way to the baggage carousel and talked about the events of the day that had occurred during the time we had been out of contact. Pretty routine stuff about the trip and the baggage and the adventures Athena and I had in getting to the airport. All the while we were taking each other in some more....continuing to learn each other's body language and vibe. It was amazingly intoxicating to see and feel them for the first time.

With bags finally in hand we made our way to the car for the ride back to our place. I was driving, Penelope took the passenger seat in front next to me and Odysseus and Athena got in the back seat. On the way back we all began talking as a group and then on and off as pairs. At one point things got pretty quiet in back and Penelope and I noticed that Odysseus and Athena were making out in the back seat. Damn! I knew I should have asked Athena to drive! Penelope and I looked at each other and she smiled in a way that made me know instantly that our patience and restraint on the drive home would all be worth it.

When we got back to our place, we made our way inside first for a moment to show Odysseus and Penelope their room. We then started to unload the car and bring in their luggage. As it turned out, I was the last one to make a trip out to the car, and when I got back inside I was pleasantly surprised to find Odysseus, Penelope, and Athena on the bed.....all relaxing and giving each other back rubs.....

Penelope was laying face down on the bed....Odysseus was laying next to her. Athena had been rubbing his back, and had also been reaching over occasionally to rub Penelope's back as well....it didn't take me long to move closer and began to massage Penelope's legs.....I was just beginning to run my fingers up the insides of her thighs when she rolled over and said something like "When do Poseidon and I get to kiss?". My heart was racing as I moved up to the head of the bed and leaned in to kiss her.

For the first time, our lips touched and we shared a slow, soft, and amazingly sensual kiss. Before this point I had wondered how we would connect on the most basic physical level, how we would mesh and feel to each other. It took only a fraction of a second for me to find out......

It was more than the physical kiss we shared, it was the way in which we became in sync with each other and exchanged our passion and energy that made that moment incredibly intense. It just felt right. And in that moment I knew, everything that I had been hoping and fantasizing about during the time that we had been interacting online wasn't even going to come close to the reality of feeling her in person.

We kissed for a while longer, each kiss deliciously building in intensity, as we massaged each other a little more.......

At some point we all realized that it was getting pretty late and that we should at least try to get some sleep. Odysseus suggested that we swap sleeping partners.... Penelope and I in one bed, he and Athena in another..... with the limitation that we not do anything more advanced sexually than we already had during our make out session. This sounded like a very hot idea to all of us and we all agreed instantly. Penelope and I shared quick kisses with Athena and Odysseus and said our goodnights to them. We then made our way to our bed and began kissing and making out even before we tumbled onto the sheets. Our prior short makeout session had been amazing, and what we were doing now just built on that. We began by rubbing each other's backs and stroking each other softly..... that didn't last long though, things got intense very quickly and within a few minutes we were locked in some very intense kissing.

Penelope is an amazing kisser and is is able to convey an incredible amount of erotic energy in her kisses, and within that energy are messages about what she is feeling...and a lot of feedback on what we are doing with each other and how we are connecting. That positive feedback we share is amazingly compelling, and very effective at guiding us both to higher and higher intensity levels.....

Before long we were rolling around on the bed, grinding against each other while we kissed, softly at first, slowly increasing in intensity until we were gasping for breath. We then began exploring each other with our tongues and fingers for a while before finding our way back to long passionate kisses. I was caressing her tits as she was grabbing my ass and pulling me close...As the intensity increased even more, our hands were all over each other and we began getting closer and closer to the boundary that we had set. For a few electrifying moments we pushed the edge of the envelope and I found myself caressing Penelope's pussy while she stroked my cock. It was amazing, our pulses raced even higher......

We made out and kissed passionately for what must have been hours.....only pausing briefly from time to time to come up for air or when the giggling and playful whispers about Penelope and I ...."what are they doing in there!!?"..... coming from Odysseus and Athena in the other room became loud enough for us to notice.

Eventually, from sheer exhaustion, we began to slow our actions and drifted into a sweet dreamlike state, occasionally kissing and softly running our fingers along each other's bodies...... then, pressed tightly against one another, our arms and legs intertwined, we fell asleep, snuggling as one under the warm blanket.

Wow. What a night!

Every now and then in life, we are fortunate enough to experience something so amazing and intense that it affects us to the very core and becomes an immediate part of who we are. That first night was one of those moments.

Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that all of the nights to come would be exactly the same way.......

First Night (by Athena)

Well.. there's certainly accuracy in those first moments being a bit awkward. We had been a bit concerned as the point on the map that was supposed to be O&P's exit from their gate turned out to not actually exist. So after a bit of scrambling we discovered what the actual point would be and then waited anxiously there. All those months leading up to this point seemed amplified.. and having to wait an extra few minutes as they cleaned up was torture. I suppose Poseidon and I probably did stick out a bit.. in all my traveling by air I've never seen anyone waiting in a grass skirt and Hawaiian garb with leis in hand.. except for, of course, in Hawaii. But it was fun and might have helped to break the ice a little.

I was somewhat surprised by O's height. I knew he was tall.. but somehow having him actually standing right next to me, towering over me with his powerful presence invoked a feeling of security. Not that I haven't felt pretty secure my whole life.. but I found this very comforting. Hugs all around gave me a quick chance to breathe them both in deeply. P is stunning.. even when she's nervous. We filled the time with silly small talk of happenstance and bags.. and then made our way to the car.

After tossing their bags in the back it had to be determined who would ride where. As Poseidon was driving it seemed like it would only be fair to have O sit up front with him. There was concern for his comfort in the back seat.. with so little room for him to stretch out his long legs. But he said he'd rather ride in the back with me.. and I was certainly not going to argue with that decision. We all piled in.. and headed for the exit. It couldn't have been very long before I felt O's hand on my leg.. his strong arm around my shoulder.. pulling me next to him. And no.. it wasn't long before our tongues entwined and my breath was taken away completely by this amazing man.

O & I had shared some sexy chats online.. and I think we both felt a strong connection in those instances where our deepest sex driven thoughts were allowed to run wild. O had said that he and I were exactly the same kind of dirty.. which I loved.. and couldn't agree with more. But I could never have imagined until that first real kiss how truly right it would feel. In just moments I realized he was meant to be part of my life.. that the love I'd felt for him for months watching him from afar.. was true and could no longer be denied.

It's probably not fair to discuss all of this without mention of the attraction I also feel for his lovely wife. Penelope is absolutely stunning, radiating an authentic air of pure sultry steamy sexiness. I couldn't have gotten my fill of her in months.. let alone the short time we had together in this visit. Somehow we wound up spending a lot of time divided as couples.. not that we didn't have plenty of fun as a group.. but I'm painfully aware of the missed opportunity that she and I alone could have enjoyed and were not able to find the chance for. Next time...

Stolen kisses and fondling in the back seat made me feel like I was in 8th grade again. The heightened state of ecstasy derived from exploring someone new for the first time.. breathing him in.. running my fingers through his hair.. it was enough to make my heart skip quite a few beats. But if there was any hesitation circulating around the two of us it was certainly not based on any aspect of us sharing each other.. only in the fact that Penelope and Poseidon were unable to also participate. But O and I were impossible to separate.. like mega magnets placed in a box too small.. Still, we managed occasionally to pull ourselves back to reality in an attempt to put some time and space there so we wouldn't get too far ahead of the pair in the front seats.

Even still, melting into those strong arms felt like the most right thing in the world.. and when the time finally did come to catch a few hours of sleep his loving arms holding me, caressing me, showing me how amazing life can be was a feeling I never wanted to end. I can't believe it's only been a week since we said our goodbyes in tears at the airport.

The Real Thing

Wow. Where to begin indeed! I think Penelope gave a good hint of the intense physical fun we all had.. she has a better memory of time lines than we do and we'll certainly chronicle the fun we had here in the days to come.. but for now we just wanted to convey what we felt was the most amazing part of all of this.

O&P are amazing in every sense of the word. She is more beautiful, sensual and erotic than the glimpses in the pictures you've seen could even begin to convey.. with a depth of emotion and understanding that boggles the mind. He is open, attentive, absorbing, intensely passionate and insanely hot!

It was truly devastating to watch them disappear behind TSA security gates. We miss them tremendously. Yes, the contact we have digitally and via phone calls will sustain life until we can all get together again.. but it's certainly not the same.

But no matter what we did physically, the most amazing component to this adventure is the connection we have all made emotionally. It's complicated, it's sometimes painful, it's life sustaining, and it's totally fucking awesome. Thinking and feeling together at the levels we now connect with O&P on has expanded our minds and deepened our own connection with each other tremendously. And, it has illustrated that perhaps the societal expectation of monogamy being the "norm" might be rooted in the fact that this is not child's play. There's a lot going on here.. and without a lot of reflection and contemplation and just plain emotional honesty most people would likely not be capable of dealing with it.

But for those of us who are willing to risk the comfort and security we have and journey beyond our established emotional unions, there's nothing like the love and raw energy that flows freely in the world of polyamory. You will experience highs and yes, sometimes occasional lows unlike you've felt for a long time.. but more than anything, if you're lucky.. like we have been.. you will be blessed with mental and emotional positive returns far in excess of anything you could ever imagine.

Go.. search.. enjoy. Be strong. Keep it open. Be respectful. Have the time of your life. Maybe if enough of us see the wonder and beauty of it all we can make it a little easier.

Life is good!

Anticipation....

Slowly.. delightfully.. deliciously.. driving me to madness! It won't be long before Odysseus & Penelope will physically enter into our midst. Those first tantalizing moments of tension are sure to be replaced quickly with steamy lust and sweaty passion.

But the butterflies in my tummy are having a heyday with the lead up.. I can't wait to let them out and watch them flit gracefully about the room.

How long will we be able to hold back? I'm not sure.. only time will tell.. but one thing I am sure about is we're going to have lots and lots of fun. Stay tuned......

HNT & Homemade Almond Toffee

After some fun chatting last night with Odysseus and Penelope about being awakened by massage it just seemed appropriate to make that happen this morning. Poseidon started by giving me a quick, albeit delicious, full body massage and then it was my turn to rub his stiff muscles.. all of them. Despite being pressed for time I had a blast being able to give him sloppy wet oral pleasure. It seemed only fair as he had done the same for me last night. His cum tasted suspiciously sweet..

Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!

HNT & Morning Ice Cream

The pounding rain on the skylight awoke me early. As I lay there trying to go back to sleep my mind wandered to the cock resting behind me. Poseidon has a wonderful cock.. and it had been far too long since I'd felt it pounding inside of me. I found myself more and more awake and no longer able to consider the option of sleep. I reached over to get my egg vibrator and set it to a gentle humming action. Ah.. that's nice. The noise and my stirring awoke Poseidon. Never one to pass up an opportunity he was quickly awake and kissing up and down the insides of my thighs. Within moments his fingers found my sopping wet pussy, first teasing my lips and then massaging my g spot, bringing me very quickly to the edge.

It was then my turn to play with his beautiful cock for a bit. I pushed him back onto his knees and delighted in stroking and sucking his growing cock. A few deep strokes to the back of my throat and I was drooling out saliva like a porn star. It didn't take long before I just had to feel him inside of me so I lay back and quickly aligned my sex at his head, thrusting myself onto him. Mmmm... so nice. We pushed into each other, building to our plateaus, while I worked on my engorged clit with my finger.

Just then my mind began to wander. All of a sudden it was Odysseus who was pounding me.. and Poseidon and Penelope were laying next to us.. with her on top of him.. riding him furiously to orgasm. A few more strokes and my earth shattering orgasm began. Poseidon released his load deep within me as I clamped on him.. and clamped.. and clamped.. It was then I realized it was Thursday and I thought of writing this post.. Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday.

I do love ice cream on rainy days.. especially when it's for breakfast.

The Adventure Begins..

Have you ever felt as if there could be another version of you.. living out there.. somewhere.. separated only by circumstance? Your alternate.. divided simply because fate sent that other part of your soul to a different embryo. I'm not talking about soul mates here.. I'm talking about me.. but again.. outside of myself.. me looking back at me. Brilliant, complicated, sexy, fulfilled.. and yet hungry..

I am Athena.. Poseidon is my soul mate.. we came together long ago with a fantastic journey ahead..

In yet another of life's little twists of fate we have found that other part of us.. the part that is the same as us.. but different.. the twins to our souls.. Penelope and Odysseus.. the adventure begins..