As we sat down for our first round, we figured we had better come up with some more specific rules. Some combinations simply would not work together. For example, it wouldn't make sense to attempt figging while engaged in anal sex. Our final ruling was that the first draw would take priority over the second, and that the second draw would take priority over the third. In the end, we just decided to follow the general spirit of the idea and use it as a way to generate kinky fun.
Our first game occurred on a Friday evening. We had no idea where the night would take us, and so the sense of anticipation was very high. It almost felt like Christmas morning as we sat naked and cross legged on the bed, with a salad bowl between us. We had made a pact that there would be no whining, we would leave the night in the hands of these tiny pieces of paper. With baited breath, I pulled the first slip of paper. "Strangers meet in a bar and end up in bed." SCORE FOR SUE! That was one I had hoped would be pulled. What luck! My husband, who is not much of an actor, had shot down that idea about ten times in the past. HA! I had a look of elation that matched his look of dejection in intensity. He was up next and pulled "Walk in public with vibrating egg in pussy." Ok, that didn't seem too bad to me, and we could definitely combine the two. The last pull was on my shoulders. "Blindfold." Nope, it was not compatible with the previous draws, although my husband argued it meant I had to wear my sexy, dark sunglasses.
We looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and proceeded to get dressed. Before leaving, my husband inserted not one, but two eggs into my pussy, for which he had remote controls that he stowed in his pocket. I didn't think to put on a sexy outfit, but should have. A short drive from our house, sits the center of town, with plenty of restaurants/bars. My husband let me out by the front door of a bar we tend not to frequent, and went to park. The idea was that I would go to the bar, order a drink and that he would then pursue me after he entered. Trying to walk normally with two vibrating eggs in your pussy is not very easy, and I walked somewhat gingerly, almost on my toes.
As I walked into the bar, I heard my name called by several people. Turning to look, it was with mixed emotions that I saw a group of friends who had congregated together after watching their kids play in a high school soccer match. Since several of them were very close friends, I had no option but to go over to their table. I inwardly groaned as several men and women stood up to welcome me with hugs, because my husband had activated the vibrating eggs just as I was getting out of the car. I had absolutely no idea if someone could actually feel the vibrations in my body that came from the two eggs, and I desperately hoped not. No fewer than six people stood to hug and kiss me as I held my breath and tried to stay as steady as possible. By the time I had made the huggy/kissy rounds, my husband had joined the group and was trying not to chuckle as he looked at me and tried to gauge my level of unease. In retrospect, as I sit here typing, he was probably relieved that he wouldn't need to play act the whole "strangers meet in a bar" schtick.
I was offered a seat on a bench where several of the group had been seated, but all I could think of was that my vibrating pussy would surely be felt by the people sitting there and my husband wasn't about to turn them off, as he sipped a stiff drink at a distance. We very politely extricated ourselves and would have left altogether, but that might have appeared strange, since we had just entered. At the bar, we sat down on stools. After our quick drink, we successfully made a sneaky exit past the large group. I barely made it home without masturbating because I was completely torqued up after spending half an hour being stimulated by the eggs. For better, or worse, the first round did not go exactly as intended. But, after we arrived at home, we did fuck like rabbits, traditional style, for a good long time. We did have a good laugh at our failure and wondered if our friends had been clued into our deviance. "It could have been worse, fate could have had you suspended by your ankles, hands tied behind your back with an anal hook chained to a bit gig while being fondled," my husband said with a wistful sigh.
Our second attempt at Salad Bowl - Kink Edition went somewhat better. It happened about two weeks after the first round. Again, we sat naked and across from each other on the bed. My husband pulled the first piece of paper. "Electrostimulation Wand." I had asked my husband for one, and he does love to indulge me. The intensity of the shock can be controlled easily by a knob on the device and there are different attachments that control the way in which the current is applied. Pulling that paper as a first draw seemed like good luck because it could be combined with most other activities. The second piece of paper was drawn as we held our breaths. "Nipple Clamps." I exhaled loudly and thanked my luck stars that it wasn't suspension by ankles. Finally, the third draw revealed... "Sex on Stairs." Getting down and dirty on the stairs has been something that I have longed to do for many years. It seems like such a simple thing, but for some reason, we've never found the time nor inclination during our thirty years together to give it a try. Hey, we are busy people.
We very briefly talked mechanics and decided that the safest and most comfortable way to accomplish this assignment was for me to be on my knees and facing the stairs with my husband behind me. But, the trick was to work the wand into that scenario. In the end, we decided that he should be sitting on a stair with me straddling him, which would leave his hands free to use the wand on me. Off to the stairs we went. He sat on a wider step at a curved turn in the staircase and I sat on top of him just in front of his erect penis. My husband is not a small man at 6'2" and 210 pounds. It was a very tight fit to try and straddle him in the stairway. Luckily, I am tiny and nimble and with his arms around my waist, we were able to hold a safe position. I held his face in my hands when we kissed, because I love the way my fingertips barely reach up to his cheekbones (he really does dwarf me in size). He came up for air to announce we had forgotten the extension cord for the wand. After a frantic search through the garage, we reset on the stairs and he proceeded to make love to my nipples with his mouth, sucking, nipping and drawing them in so sweetly, first the right and then the left. My hands fisted in his hair as he drove me higher. When my nipples were erect, he applied the nipple clamps and I hissed loudly as each clamp was applied. He continued to gently lick the tips of my nipples that protruded from the grip of the clamps. Watching as his mouth worked its magic on my poor nipples, my passion grew as did the level of moisture in my nether region.
The time soon seemed right for me to mount him, and that is just what I did, slowly while I looked directly into his eyes. His large cock completely filled me, while his hands continued to hold me steady at the waist. The look of complete satisfaction on his face spurred me to rise and then plunge back down, over and over again, while my hands were locked behind his neck. At first, my whole body participated in the piston like movements. But, soon I leaned over to resume kissing and just moved from the waist down. When he could sense my approaching orgasm, he whispered in my ear that it was time for the wand. I swallowed deeply and moved my body back up as I continued to fuck him for all it was worth. I drew my arms up over my head, bent at the elbows so that I wouldn't be tempted to push the wand away. He grabbed the wand, turned it on and let loose on my clamped nipples with a medium size current that was just enough to push me into a frenzied orgasm. My pussy convulsed as my electrified breasts reveled in their sweet pain. Because the kids were out, I didn't have to worry about keeping quiet. By nature, I'm a loud person during intercourse, and I literally screamed as I enjoyed my salad bowl climax. My husband followed with a more quiet orgasm just as I was finishing. A screamer, he is not. Overall, our round of Salad Bowl was a rousing success.
