Casual Sex

I don't know how it is today, but back in the early 1980s sex was about as casual as it gets. For me, 1980 was particularly memorable. I was 30 years old and recently divorced (no kids) and I got more 'strange' that year than ever before or since. I found this social organization for divorcees, and it became a sort of happy hunting ground that was full of divorced women who had no interest in silly things like 'love' and 'romance' but were all too eager to spread their legs. The Pill allowed this type of environment to flourish. For me it was almost like the 'Playmate of the Month.' I was not some skilled lover boy, it was just THAT EASY to get laid if you found the right source.

On one memorable weekend in December of that year I had a 'threesome', but not the kind you might think. I had sex with one woman on Friday night, another on Saturday night and CUMpleted the trifecta with a third on Sunday. I look back on that period and think how it was a miracle that I didn't knock one of them up or catch some STD.

All of this came crashing to an end in early 1981 when I bedded one babe too many, and later that year I married her.
 
I don't know how it is today, but back in the early 1980s sex was about as casual as it gets. For me, 1980 was particularly memorable. I was 30 years old and recently divorced (no kids) and I got more 'strange' that year than ever before or since. I found this social organization for divorcees, and it became a sort of happy hunting ground that was full of divorced women who had no interest in silly things like 'love' and 'romance' but were all too eager to spread their legs. The Pill allowed this type of environment to flourish. For me it was almost like the 'Playmate of the Month.' I was not some skilled lover boy, it was just THAT EASY to get laid if you found the right source.

On one memorable weekend in December of that year I had a 'threesome', but not the kind you might think. I had sex with one woman on Friday night, another on Saturday night and CUMpleted the trifecta with a third on Sunday. I look back on that period and think how it was a miracle that I didn't knock one of them up or catch some STD.

All of this came crashing to an end in early 1981 when I bedded one babe too many, and later that year I married her.
Casual sex went away with the Obama administration promoting gay marriage and the soon to follow meetoo movement. Then covid closed many of the good bars where you could actually meet someone. That left work as the best possibility, but that is risky. In this area TDS also plays a role. It is also possible people paired up more closely during covid. Thus, less willing to cheat on a partner. That is also true as women age. They know where their personal financial reliability is and are protecting it.
 
Casual sex went away with the Obama administration promoting gay marriage and the soon to follow meetoo movement. Then covid closed many of the good bars where you could actually meet someone. That left work as the best possibility, but that is risky. In this area TDS also plays a role. It is also possible people paired up more closely during covid. Thus, less willing to cheat on a partner. That is also true as women age. They know where their personal financial reliability is and are protecting it.
Sounds like you and I are very much 'on the same wavelength'. In my particular 'era' in the early 80s, the sudden emergence of HIV really put a chill on things. I dunno if Magic Johnson was (or is) gay, as his claim was he got it from a prostitute if I remember correctly. Before that the general assumption was that HIV was owned by the gay world, and as long as your pecker steered clear of that, you were presumably safe. Obama destroyed a lot of things, and of course, if you were to believe the TDS herd, Trump is responsible for everything from the Fall of The Roman Empire, Pearl Harbor, the sinking of the Titanic and stubbing their toes on the bedpost when they get up in the middle of the night to take a leak. :rolleyes:
 
I don't know how it is today, but back in the early 1980s sex was about as casual as it gets. For me, 1980 was particularly memorable. I was 30 years old and recently divorced (no kids) and I got more 'strange' that year than ever before or since. I found this social organization for divorcees, and it became a sort of happy hunting ground that was full of divorced women who had no interest in silly things like 'love' and 'romance' but were all too eager to spread their legs. The Pill allowed this type of environment to flourish. For me it was almost like the 'Playmate of the Month.' I was not some skilled lover boy, it was just THAT EASY to get laid if you found the right source.

On one memorable weekend in December of that year I had a 'threesome', but not the kind you might think. I had sex with one woman on Friday night, another on Saturday night and CUMpleted the trifecta with a third on Sunday. I look back on that period and think how it was a miracle that I didn't knock one of them up or catch some STD.

All of this came crashing to an end in early 1981 when I bedded one babe too many, and later that year I married her.
You and I are contemporaries. I had similar experiences a few years earlier. It started my wife and me swapping with another couple. My wife had come across as rather naive so it was a shock when she was the one who proposed it. She also went on to go solo with another man.

We ended up divorcing, but it wasn't because sex. Indeed, sex was the last good thing in our marriage.

Then I went through a couple of girlfriends.

The first one and I were supposed to be monogamous, but she kept getting seduced while on business trips. The make-up sex when she returned from those trips was fantastic.

My second girlfriend and I again started with a monogamous relationship, but after a while she wanted to try new things. She got to the point that she was really into "recreational sex" (and that was term she used.). I went along for the ride and got a lot of new pussy.
 
Enjoyed a lot of casual sex after my divorce. Wasn’t hard to meet women with dating apps being the way they were and if you are decent looking and have a personality and don’t creep you’ll be surprised how often you can get laid. A lot of the women I met and fucked I kept in contact with afterwards to keep a good thing going.

I also pulled off a hat trick by bedding 3 different women over 3 consecutive days and had enough casual friends I coulda doubled it if schedules allowed. Eventually I strived to see at least one girl a week to keep things manageable. I was drowning in pussy for a time.

Everything was casual. Very comfortable. Usually, I’d come over, we’d make out to say hello then get naked to fuck for an hour or two. Afterwards we’d catch up since we last saw each other while spooning and then I’d get dressed and leave. Never really bothered going out for drinks or a date since our friendship was purely sex based which is all we wanted.

We’d text occasionally between visits, often flirty but sometimes not. I quite enjoyed waking up to be sent photos of tits from different gals everyday asking when we could see each other again. felt like a stud. Because I was in the clearest definition of the word.

Love casual sex and casual partners.
 
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Enjoyed a lot of casual sex after my divorce. Wasn’t hard to meet women with dating apps being the way they were and if you are decent looking and have a personality and don’t creep you’ll be surprised how often you can get laid.

Eventually I strived to see at least one girl a week to keep things manageable. I was drowning in pussy for a time.
I never really thought much about black women until this young couple moved in beside me and my ex during the first year we were married. The four of us got along great, even though we had over 10 years on them. The husband was in the service and would be gone for stretches, and the wife was beautiful and grounded and just full of life & light; before long, she started figuring into my fantasies, but we've never ever done anything.

After my divorce, I just said "Fuck it" and approached a black waitress at this Huddle House my ex and I used to go to sometimes, and the sex was fuckin' phenomenal. I mentioned to her that she was my first black chick, and after our third time at my house, she asked if I was okay with her suggesting me to a couple of her friends. Bottom line -- Yeah, I'm damn familiar with that whole "drowning in pussy" experience.
 
70’s were great
I wonder if there was something in the water back then, but there was a lot of Casual Sex; especially among married people. There were key parties, swinging and swapping, and sex clubs. I have speculated that it was that golden time after birth control pills and before we became concerned with SDIs. Looking back I'm amazed with all the all the bareback fucking.
 
I wonder if there was something in the water back then, but there was a lot of Casual Sex; especially among married people. There were key parties, swinging and swapping, and sex clubs. I have speculated that it was that golden time after birth control pills and before we became concerned with SDIs. Looking back I'm amazed with all the all the bareback fucking.
So true was very casual then.. you fuck and you were pretty much done
Nobody wore rubber (condoms). Nobody much worried about a STD either
 
So true was very casual then.. you fuck and you were pretty much done
Nobody wore rubber (condoms). Nobody much worried about a STD either
And we men didn't even ask the women if they were on birth control. It was assumed this was just recreational sex, and the women seemed to be as interested in it than the men. It was my wife who proposed to me that we switch with a couple that were friends of ours.
 
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