Thursday, December 30, 2010

The Year in Review

It's been an interesting year. I was in bed thinking about how we've evolved over the last twelve months. "Evolved" is an appropriate description, since, like many things, I never really appreciated how far we've come this year until I made a conscious effort to look back. Rebecca is still my shy, conservative wife, but she's definitely taken a step or two outside her area of comfort.

The main step for me was to confide to her my fantasy of sharing her with another man. It still seems strange to type those words. I know that it can't be a "normal" fantasy, but it finds its way into my mind on a very regular basis. In fact, it was the original reason that I started this blog. I didn't have the courage to bring it up with her, so I needed an outlet. After a couple of months of typing my thoughts, I casually told her I had a blog. She took it well when I told her what it was about, but she was hesitant to read it. When we first discussed my particular kink months ago, she was very clear that she has no need or desire to explore it as a reality. In fact, there is still hesitation on her part to explore it even as a fantasy. I have to say, that I would probably be very satisfied if my fetish of seeing her with another man was only explored through our fantasy life, since I'm aware of what a step like that could do to my psychi, particularly if she took a liking to "hotwifing". Since our first discussion, she has made several advances personally and we have grown closer as a couple. While the growth for us isn't directly related to my main fantasy, we have explored several other areas of our love life which has fed my desire for her.

I was thinking of what's occurred over the course of last year; she has had a "commando" massage, she started getting her "beav" waxed on a regular basis, she flirted (in her own innocent way) with other men while on a trip to Las Vegas. On our trip to Mexico, she expressed some interest in taking our next couples vacation to an "adult" resort. Finally, she was brave enough to do the boudoir photo shoot and allow me to post pictures of her along with a pretty detailed description of our sex life on this blog.

I'm pretty sure most wives wouldn't do this for their husband's and (their own) mutual happiness. I've heard of many marriages that erode slowly, eventually ending up sexless and loveless. I'm a very lucky husband and I'm looking forward to what 2011 will bring. For the husbands reading this, treat your wives right and have a great new year.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Boudoir Session

I found out what Rebecca has been up to over the last couple of months. One Saturday last month, she told me she needed a couple of hours to herself to do something for me. Then, one day in early December, she said she needed the vehicle for the afternoon to go to an offsite meeting (we carpool). Oblivious me didn't think anything of it, even after she picked me up in full makeup. She explained at the time that some of the women at the offsite meeting insisted in doing her makeup at lunch. It seemed weird but logical to me. Even the kids commented on her dark eyes and lipstick when we arrived home that day.

After her first Saturday meeting in November, I speculated in this post what she might be up to, but I was off the mark by a bit. After she gave me my gift, she told me she had to go for a preliminary consultation that day to discuss what she wanted to accomplish in the Boudoir shoot. The following are some of the images in the book she let me unwrap Christmas Eve. Keep in mind I got to look at these before we went to bed Christmas Eve. We had a houseful of guests, including her parents and my parents, and her and I were sleeping in our son's room, with no real opportunity to "relieve" my arousal. It wasn't until I had her alone in our room the eve of boxing day that I was able to attack her.


The session started in a favorite sports team jersey, then in new lingerie she bought while on her Vegas getaway.


One of my favorite shots.



I have a thing for her in these booty shorts, so she brought them along.



The (male) photographer eventually "convinced" her to take it all off. (You might only do it once.) God I love her nipples. I remember when we were making out when we were eighteen, and I first touched them. Amazing!



Another of my favorite sequences was the shower. The sheer shirt was also bought in Vegas with this shoot in mind. Her ass drives me crazy!



Finally, a beautiful frontal wet t-shirt shot.


Rebecca has a way of surprising me every once in awhile with subtle steps outside of her comfort zone. These shots were taken by a male photographer (with a female assistant), so those who have read this blog from the beginning will know what effect that will have on me. She said he was very professional, slipping occasionally a couple of times with a "that's fucking hot!". She's thirty-eight, the mother of our two children, and my wife. Oh, and she is fucking hot!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My Christmas Present

Rebecca pulled out all the stops this year and gave me something every man wants from his wife. She modelled in a "Boudoir" photo shoot and presented me with a book of images. I have time right now to post a teaser image.. others will follow, and others will be just for me. The teaser shot is from her shower scene. Very hot, although she claims she was freezing.

Monday, December 20, 2010

Her Old Ratty PJs

Rebecca has a favorite pair of pajamas she wears to bed. They're baggy and they hang off her, throughly obscuring her tight body. But, when the morning light hits her just right, I'm treated to a glimpse of heaven.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Christmas is Coming

Rebecca has told me there's one present from her I can't open in front of everyone. My choice is to do it Christmas Eve, or Christmas Day Eve. We'll have company until then, so I think I'll wait until the house is clear. She sounds pretty pleased about her choice, so that has me wondering what it is...

Last night, we went to bed and I had her play out one of her favorite fantasies. This one is where we pretend to have unprotected sex for the first time. She would ask me if I "brought anything" in the way of a condom. I whispered to her that I didn't and that I would pull out. As we got closer, I told her that I've already leaked quite a bit into her so far, and that pulling out would be pointless. I also told her that it had been a few days since I last ejaculated, so I would be fully "potent". She told me to "slow down". (Talk like this sets her off, so she almost comes too easily. ) I told her I would make her a deal that as long as she didn't come, I would hold off filling her fertile womb. Well, that did it. She came suddenly, spasming around my cock as I filled her.


Monday, December 13, 2010

On Cruise Control

It has been a little over a week since Rebecca returned from Vegas.
During the time she was there, my libido was in overdrive. My level of
sexual arousal was in a constantly elevated state. Now that she's been
back, I've been able to relax a little.
As I look back on her time away, I have to admit it was quite
enjoyable. Actually, it went something like this, when she was gone,
sending me cryptic emails about men she had met, I was constantly
aroused. When she returned and I found out the encounters were all
innocent, I was bothered a little that she had a good time and fun
conversations without me. I think it was the fact that I wasn't with
her that bothered me the most, that I didn't get to witness her
charming these horny men.
It's something we'll have to work on in the future, possibly trying
another round of internet chat so I can be bigger part of it.
For now, we're busy getting ready for Christmas, having hosted two
parties in the last five days. I have found that my fantasies roll and
crest like waves, and right now I'm enjoying the tide being "out".
When our lust surges again, I'll be sure to post. Until then, Merry
Christmas.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

I've learned a few things about myself over the last little while. Rebecca's back and she's filled me in on her the highlights of her trip. As I told her before she left, they didn't have to pay for many drinks while they were out. The were comp'd, VIP'd and propositioned. She had a great time, but not too great of a time. One of the nights, they had a young wall street mover and shaker get them into his VIP area of Tao.. although they both just pretended to sip their complimentary drinks due to a fear of being drugged. Nothing happened much between them, other than several direct compliments on her body as well as repeated statements that her husband is a lucky man. (I am).

The more interesting of the nights was when they spent a couple of hours with a "young" southern judge and his friend. Again, more comments, this time focussing on her ass, with the occasional grope attempt. The judge himself she described as "charming" which struck a mild chord of jealousy with me. She said he was a player, as he was married with a mistress on the side unbeknownst to his wife. Rebecca chastised him for this, but ironically still stayed and had drinks. The men were throwing money around quite a bit, with several "hundred dollar" chips on the table. At one point, Rebecca was offered six of the chips if she would just show off her newly waxed pussy. (She didn't go for it, although she did tell them if they could double it in the casino, she might.) After relating this to me, she mentioned that she could see how the theme of "Indecent Proposal" could happen in Vegas with all the money floating around.

I've been thinking about what I liked and didn't like about this brief foray into her independence. First of all, I'm thankful, this was as far as she took it this time. The emotions I've gone through over the last forty eight hours have been taxing. I'm not sure how I would have done had she gone further. Second, I think what bothered me was that I wasn't with her or near her as she went through this. I don't think I like being so far removed.

Oddly enough, my issues arise from her independence. I would be okay with her staying in touch with the judge provided there's full disclosure and ability for me to pull the plug at any time. I know that's like setting the dove free with a leash around her neck, but I've learned that I'm not "full cuckold" material. Our love is the most important thing, and I can't /won't do anything to risk losing it. My comfort level lies with us being a couple first and foremost. Any interaction between her and another man would have to done with my knowledge and consent. She'll tell me she has no desire for any of this I'm sure, but we'll take our time and see where (if anywhere) this leads. For now, I have my hot, beautiful wife back, and I never want to let go.




Saturday, December 4, 2010

She's on Her Way Home...

Well, the kids are in the tub and Rebecca is on her way home. She emailed to tell me she's on her way to the LV airport. It's been an interesting last few days with her gone. I know there's the old cliche about absence making the heart grow fonder, but try absence with the letter I gave her before she left (below). There's nothing like having your wife roaming Sin City knowing that you've okayed her to have as much fun as she wants.

It's hard to explain the feeling I had while she was away. There's this churning ache I feel through out my body. It's something I haven't felt in a very long time. It reminds me a lot of when we were "long distance" with me across the country in school. Whenever I would fly home to see her, I would get this same feeling, like the ache won't stop until I hold her. It makes me feel alive. It makes me realize how unimportant the other things in my life are compared to her.

Speaking of work, I had a few fires to put out this week, so the distraction kept my mind off the her and her tantalizing emails. The first of which came after she had been out with L and they were hit on:


"We had a guy buy us a drink and I would say try to hit on us. Weird guy. Although I don't think I look like holly hunter and does L look like sharon stone?!"

another the next day.. after I asked her how the Sangria was..

"Cosmos were good too. Another good story for you....you'll like this one. :)"

then last night as I was going to sleep, I checked my email and had this:

"Done from Tao. Another story..m"

I asked her for a hint, and she replied with this:

"26 year old from NY."


Needless to say, my curiosity is driving me crazy. She'll be home in about five and a half hours, so I might hear about it then. To be honest, I won't press her for the details right away. I'll just be happy to have her back in my arms. The rest of the story can be savored over time. I've been able to think about why this type of thing is so enjoyable for me and I think I have it figured out somewhat. I love her more than anything in the world, and she loves me. We have an amazing bond. What this time away from her does for me, is strip away all the extra layers of "life" that build up, exposing the most basic and primal feelings I have for her. It's raw and it's extraordinary. The knowledge that she's being pursued by other (younger) men has had me "stirring" all day. When she gets back she's in for a treat....








Wednesday, November 24, 2010

The Surprise Vegas Getaway..

Dear Rebecca,

By now you know that you're going to Vegas with L. A while ago I was thinking you need to be a little more selfish when it comes to your own personal time. You been putting our wonderful little family ahead of yourself for some time now, and while I appreciate everything, I thought a short girls' trip would allow you to get re-acquainted with yourself. In other words, I'm going to be selfish for you.

I thought of L and/or N as appropriate friends to accompany you. N couldn't make it, so you're "stuck" with L. She's very excited about going. (The last time she was in Vegas with J, she was pregnant.)

You and I have talked about my fantasy of you being "with" another man over the last few months without being specific about what that means. I’ll clarify for you now. I get extremely turned on when I think of you talking, flirting, or dancing with another man. The pinnacle of this fantasy, is of course, you having sex with someone other than me, but there are several layers of this idea which arouse me which don’t even remotely approach you having sex. Knowing you are talking, emailing or chatting to another man drives me crazy. (In a good way.) A date with drinks and a dance or two would do the same. I would never want to make you uncomfortable, so I won’t ask you directly to push these boundaries, but keep in mind, everything you do or say fuels our love and my desire for you.

I also want to reassure you that this desire I have is completely centered around you. I have never cheated, nor will I ever want to be with another woman. My desire to be true to you is as strong as my desire for this fantasy. I know that this is a real paradox but I really can't explain it. I also understand that your desire to stay faithful is as strong as mine. My only explanation to you is if we approach this together and everything you do (or feel) is shared with me, then this is how you can truly be faithful to me.

When you're on your trip, I have thought you could use the time to dress up and go out (Yes I’ll be packing your Vegas dress for you). I want you to get comfortable with the realization that you’re a sexy, beautiful woman and that it’s okay for other men to notice it. I love you and I know you love me, so I would never feel threatened by another man taking notice of my lovely wife. While you’re out on the town, you have my explicit permission to scope and flirt with other men. (Tell “L” that you have my permission, if you like.) Get used to the knowledge that you’re hot! With L as your companion, it won’t get out of hand, so accept an offer to buy you a drink, and let your hair down. You can even feel free to slip someone your “picgirl” email address. (It would drive me wild to know you met someone and were staying in touch.)

All I ask in return is when you to come back as my wife, be detailed and descriptive when you tell me about what you did so we can experience this as a couple. My fantasy always is about us first, so I would like you to view it that way as well. I know that you'll feel guilty about anything (or the thought of anything) that happens. I am relieving you in advance of any guilt you may have. You will see from my reaction upon your return how much I love you.

Forever yours,

Me

Saturday, November 20, 2010

This is my guess...

Today, we had our usual Saturday routine of taking the kids to their respective activities (dance and gymnastics). The boy and I headed on a small road trip to get my chainsaw fixed. I know.. half of you are thinking "what a redneck" and the other half are thinking, "can't he just fix it himself?" Anyway, I'll spare you the details and say that I got it taken care of, and I managed to cut/ split a 1/4 cord before our dinner guests arrived tonight.
This afternoon Rebecca told me she needed to duck out for a couple of hours between two and four. I asked her what for, and she wouldn't say, other than that it was a surprise for me, and that I would find out eventually. She added at one point that "C" was going to tell me that she was out with a boyfriend.
In a funny way, that scenario would have filled the criteria of being "for me". Rebecca also volunteered that whatever she was out for, hadn't cost us any money. Of course, my immediate thoughts were of her being out on a date with someone. In fact, as I hung out with the kids for the afternoon, both of them wanting my attention as I did the household chores, I imagined this to be the case, and a smile crossed my lips. Reality of course, will reveal something else. I am excited to find out what it was.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Mrs Rebecca Chattin'

Last night, I introduced Rebecca to the Hotwife Chat Room. I have gone on it once or twice, mostly lurking and I have found that we men fall into one of two categories on there. You're either a husband of a hotwife, or a "bull" looking to meet a hotwife. I thought it would be fun for her to let her hair down and chat with both types.

One of the many reasons I love Rebecca is because of how she handles herself. She's intelligent, conservative, sexy and witty. I have always wanted to see how these qualities shone through when she's talking to men other than myself. Before long, she had two private conversations going, with a request from a third. She had to politely decline the last one since she had two men on the line as it stood.

- After establishing she's not a "hotwife", she was asked what she thought of the fantasy. She said something to the effect that she's just recently been introduced to it.

- She directed one of them to this blog where he checked out her ass shots. "Hot" was his response. He immediately started getting more direct.

-He then asked where she likes her guys to cum and she responded "that's my ass". (I'm not sure if that was a continuation of the hot comment, or a response to the cum question.) Either way, it was hot.

-Same gentleman said he wanted to cum inside of her pussy.

-Same guy asked if she ever comes around to Vegas or LA. She said both every once in awhile.

The second conversation she had on the go was with a guy waiting on his wife to come home. His wife was on a date with her lover. It hadn't occurred to Rebecca that there actually were people practicing the "hotwife" lifestyle, and if anything, she would have found it interesting to actually talk to one.

I was massaging her on the bed while she typed and she was wearing only her panties, laying on her stomach while she chatted. I'm not sure she noticed, but I was in varying states of arousal the entire time. I was "only" massaging her since we're at the tail end of her monthly visitor, and I expected she wouldn't be wanting action. I was wrong.

Shortly after the "cum in her pussy" comment, she signed off and turned over. We made out like we hadn't seen each other in weeks. I was rock hard, grinding up against her panty covered crotch as we kissed. Just as I was thinking that was as far as we would go, she reached down and pulled her panties to the side and guided my cock into her wet pussy. She's not usually this forward this fast, so her chat conversations must have tweaked something I was deep inside her as we discussed her findings in the chat room.

I told her she was extremely sexy, and after a little more talk, she asked me what I thought of the "cum in her pussy" comment. I think I told her I liked it (I did) and I thrust deep in her. Our brief discussion of another man saying he wanted to cum inside her pushed her over the edge. She came quite hard, spasming on my cock. I followed her shortly afterwards and shot my cum deep inside her. It was fantastic. I know we both enjoyed it. I have some more ideas with what I can do with her and the chat room, but it'll have to wait for another day. In the meantime, I emailed her a record of her account and password, so she could log on anytime she felt so inclined.


Saturday, November 13, 2010

Talking to Women

Rebecca was visiting my parents with the kids last Thursday and Friday. I had to work, so I stayed home. While she was there, she managed to slip away and go to the gym for a workout. Last night while we were bathing, Rebecca told me about a guy who attempted to make conversation with her. She said he definitely wasn't her type. He was stocky, and she likes "skinny". ( her words.)

His first mistake, in my opinion, was to ask her if the exercise she was doing ( a type of squat) worked her back. By asking her this, I think it exposed him as a bit of a buffoon. Rebecca has always reponded to confidence and cockiness, although it is a fine line between that and arrogance. He would have been much better off politely suggesting a slightly better technique to get the most out of the exercise. From my younger days of meeting women, I learned that you have to approach new encounters by accepting that you won't get anywhere at the first introduction. You're much better off flirting discretely, and keeping your self respect, than to push a bad situation.

I told Rebecca that while she was gone, I checked out a chat room online. It's one I would like to get her on to see if there's anyone witty enough to hold a conversation with her. I told her that I observed the same phenomenon of guys attempting to start conversations with women, and promptly being ignored. It was embarrassing to watch. Anyway, one of these nights, I might get her to log in and see if anyone fairs better than the poor guy in the gym. By the way, her working out is paying dividends. The following pics were taken this morning. I have to say, I can't blame the poor guy at the gym for taking a shot.



Friday, November 5, 2010

Waiting in the hotel lounge

As I type this, Rebecca is lying naked on a massage table, with a
man's hands touching her. Her and I met before the massage and had a
drink. I asked I mentioned her wearing the crotchless panties for he
massage, she replied that she was going to leave them off for the
massage!

I don't get excited about much, but this does it for me... I hope she
teases him a bit!

Yikes! Crotch-less!

Something (sexy) was in the air this morning... Rebecca put on her crotch-less panties to wear to work! She has her massage booked for this evening, so as far as I can tell, her choice is between the crotch-less panties and commando. We're meeting for a drink after work (before her massage)after which I'l head home while she goes to the spa....

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Massage Booked for Friday...


Some time ago, the kids and I gave Rebecca a gift certificate for a massage at her favorite spa. She always prefers having a man massage her, (stronger hands) and I have to say, I get turned on a little thinking about it (See this previous post as well).

She teased me last time that she was going to go "commando", but she chickened out and wore her usual panties and bra. This time, I mentioned she should make the jump and just take everything off. I didn't get an argument, but we'll see. I have also said she should feel free to ask him to rub her ass if she wants, since she loves this. Here's a shot of what he would be touching...
and..


There's been a few hints throughout our marriage that Rebecca's a little bit of an exhibitionist. It may be why she's allowing me to post these images. Make no mistake, this is the first time someone other than me has seen this part of her. I find it very exhilarating. There's more, but I thought I would start with these and see what the reaction is.

I'm sure she would appreciate any comments the readers of this blog might have, so please help me encourage her to post some of our better quality ones by leaving a comment or two. I'll read the comments to her in bed and we'll see where it takes us. With any luck, it will get her to post her thoughts as well...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

"I'm Drippy"

We had "action" last night and it had been a few days since our last session, as her parents have been with us for a couple of days. They were staying last night as well, but I had enough waiting. She was complaining of a sore back, so I like a good husband I offered to "fix" her. We have this thing about massaging, if you look at our numerous posts previous. I started with her back, and worked my way all over her body. I removed her pajama bottoms ( she started without her top) and slowly massaged her lower back and glutes. Eventually I worked my way to her laying on her back with me between her legs. (How did that happen?)

As I slowly made love to my wife in the standard missionary position, I reached under her back and continued to massage her. Initially, her moans of pleasure were in response to my kneading of her back. Eventually, the moans transitioned to the timing of my thrusts. There was a point where I became as hard as I possibly could. (Any man should be able to relate.) This is the point when your head of your cock feels like it's as swollen as it can become. If the timing is right, you can hold it without progressing past the point of "no return". This is what happened to me last night.

We reached a "modified" missionary position where I was turned slightly, taking my complete weight off of her. This allowed her to manipulate her hips in such a way as to fuck only the head of my cock. The lips of her dripping pussy gyrated around the head of my near-bursting cock. When I'm this close to exploding, this is one of the best ways to prolong my ecstasy. The longer I last, the more I leak precum into and on her already wet lips. I always try my best to wait until she comes before I submit to my own lust, but in this particular scenario, I couldn't hold it any longer.

As I felt the familiar tingling of my orgasm, I thrust inside of her, intent on filling her womb as deeply as I could. Just as I stared to come, she pulled herself a little off my shaft so that only my head was inside her. I could feel the first two or three spurts as they shot out of my cock. As I had mentioned before, it had been a few days since we last had action, so I had been building up. I came hard, first shooting deep inside her even though only my head was engulfed. After that third pulse, she allowed me to thrust, burying myself completely inside of her. As my pulses weakened, the head of my cock nestled against her cervix, depositing the rest of my warm cum over her innermost region.

Today, a full twelve hours after the event, I received this text from her while she was at work:

"I'm drippy"



Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Pelt

Rebecca had her "beav" waxed last Friday. This is her third time getting it done. The first time took quite a bit of convincing. She thought it would be weird having a strange woman performing this bit of maintenance on her. Our friend "C" had gone quite a few times to have hers done, and she was always telling us the details when we were together for dinner. Eventually, for a trip to Mexico, Rebecca decided to have hers done.

Once she got past the first appointment, there was no looking back. She booked this last one on her own, with no extra encouragement from me. It's nice that she's taken the initiative for this. I don't have to play the part of the pleading husband.

Oddly enough, I was actually getting turned on a little during the time that her bush had grown back in. I guess I just like the change-up every once in awhile, although I definitely love going down on her when she is freshly waxed....

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Toys, toys and more toys...

Rebecca and I were cleaning out a storage closet we have located just off of our ensuite. This was one of those left over spaces that we reclaimed and just happened to be storing our old clothes, suitcases and sex toys in. We went through it and eliminated a bunch of old shirts and other odds and ends. While we were at it, we decided to relocate our incriminating devices to a more discrete location. Our kids are getting to the age where they are starting to wander around the house, and the last thing we want to explain to our four and our seven year old is a 7" rubber cock. While I'm sure we would be able to come up for an alternate identity for the rabbit if questioned, the big veiny penis in mom and dad's closet might be a tad embarrassing. Among the other items to hide included some anal beads, the aforementioned vibrators, an enema kit, and of course lube.

I have to confess, most(all) of these items were purchased by myself as gifts for my lovely wife. I honestly think that any and all use of these items has been initiated by me. I would be quite surprised if Rebecca has ever used them without my knowledge. This could be due in part to their inconvenient location. (Several steps away from our bed) She's not the type to plan the evening around one our pleasure products, while I of course, would be so inclined. Because of this, I would like to make them more accessible to her as her mood strikes, whether I'm present or not. Where do other people put these things? It's a little like the condom back in the day when I needed to use them. If they aren't on hand, the mood could be lost.

As for Rebecca's masturbation habits, or lack thereof, she's one woman who I honestly believe doesn't masturbate. If she does, she's extremely covert about it. The last and only time I know she touched herself for pleasure was back before we had the kids. She shot a video of herself for me. It was spectacular, watching her get wetter and wetter as she worked herself up for the camera. Unfortunately, after several house moves, we've lost the tape and my memory has faded.

I really can't complain though. Her drive, when compared to many other the married women (from what I've heard) is quite high. She is a woman who loves to make love. She orgasms from penetration and/or clitoral stimulation. On one glorious night several years ago, she even had a strong "O" from anal sex. She has always been willing to try something once. Over the years, I've become better at reading her cues before, during and after sex. She's a little like a good poker player, never revealing the strength or weakness of her hand.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Little Black Dress

Rebecca is starting a "little black dress" training program today. It runs for the next 10 weeks. I know the other ladies she's going in with, and I can say that she's definitely the top of the class. Other than Rebecca, they've all let themselves go. She has to do a pre-program series of measurements, which we'll have to follow up with each week. They are as follows:

Chest: 31.5 inches
Waist: 25 ¾ inches
Hips: 34 ¾ inches
Thigh: 19 ¾ inches

Up until now, I haven't been an expert on the specifics of women's measurements, but I can tell you that for a 38 year-old women with two naturally delivered kids, she's petite. In fact, she hasn't changed much body-wise since we met twenty years ago.

I was cleaning out the garage, and I stumbled across some photos I took when we were about 22 years old. I was taking a photography course at the time and had access to a darkroom on campus after hours. One night on an out of town trip, I convinced her to let me take some nude/semi nude pics, with the understanding that I could develop them without anyone seeing them.

We never took any measurements back then, but for comparison sake, I thought I would post the original pictures. They're black and white because that was what I had the capacity to develop, not because we're that old. It's bad enough that we're able to tell our kids that we remember a time without before internet, let alone cameras that required film. I'll try to convince Rebecca to do a follow-up shoot from the same angles, and you'll see how little she's changed.








Thursday, September 30, 2010

Some Pics of My Lovely WIfe

On our way home from work yesterday, I noticed Rebecca's skirt riding up a little as she road next to me. One of my favorite articles of her clothes are her "stay-ups". She did me a favor by hiking her skirt up a little more when we pulled into the garage at home. If our kids weren't waiting for us, I would have taken her right there in the garage! We went upstairs to change and I snapped a few more of her on our bed.

As I've mentioned before, she's quite shy about flaunting her body. I'm not sure why, since I find her to be extremely sexy. After our little photo-shoot, I had to wait for my erection to subside before I went downstairs to see the kids.

Some time ago, I had purchased a "boudoir" photo shoot gift certificate from a charity auction. She has yet to use it, but it sounds like she will at some point. She said she wants to go through an upcoming workout program before the photos. I don't think she needs to, but if it will make her feel comfortable, then I can wait.


Thursday, September 23, 2010

Rebecca Goes Out

Last Monday, my wife had a night out as part of a work related conference. She's always hesitant to go out, as she's not at all interested in the bar scene. She needs to be gently prodded to take some time for herself, so I encouraged her to go. She was hesitant right up to the last minute, but out of her sense of corporate duty, she let me know she would be going out.

It was fine with me, as it allowed me to spend some quality time with the kids. They had swimming lessons, and afterward, I took them to A&W in their pajamas. They were in bed shortly after 8:30, and then I had some quiet time to myself while I waited for my wife to arrive home. As it often happens when I'm left to my own devices, I started to think about her and how she might be getting hit on while she was out. Now I know she would never, but when I can let my mind wander, I sometimes imagine that she would push the envelope a little. She would start by subtly flirting with one of the men she was out with, toying with his mind a little. She might even let his leg brush against hers, nothing too obvious mind you, just enough to make him think, "Did she just allow that to happen?"

As I laid in bed contemplating this, I browsed the "loving wives" section of Literotica, and brought myself to the edge several times. It was 11:30 when she arrived home. I could smell that sweet smell of liquor on her. As I took her to bed, she asked me what I had been doing while she was gone. I told her that I was thinking of her. When she asked me what specifically, I told her I didn't want to say, as it might upset her. She prodded, and I relented. I kept my explanation short as we made love. Unfortunately, even with my limited explanation, my mind was in overdrive. I came inside her in several long, hot bursts.

For those of you women (and men I guess) who haven't heard of "edging", I can offer this brief explanation: Bringing yourself to the edge of orgasm several times, an hour or two before intercourse results in an intense orgasm, and a large amount of ejaculate when you eventually do come. There have been times in the past, when alone, that I have "shot" over my head during the eventual release. That is what she would have felt inside her. The other night, I showed her the spot, just below the head on my penis where, if rubbed sporadically could keep me on the edge all night.

As for my fantasy, I'm hoping some day, after she gets home from a night out, or even if she was away from me on trip of some sort, that she'll play a mind game with me, describing how she flirted, touched or even kissed another man. She would quickly see how this fantasy talk would have me firing multiple shots into her. Having said all that, (and knowing she's going to be reading this), I can say that I love her as she is, and I know she isn't very comfortable with this kind of "talk". I would have to say for her to find her own way of sharing our fantasies. Sweetness, explore your own thoughts and share with me what turns you on. I love you.

I'm going on a fishing trip this weekend, so Beautiful, I'll leave you with this link. Have some fun exploring it, and maybe you can share it with me sometime. I love you.

Love, Me

Friday, September 10, 2010

A Good Night

I haven't posted much lately, but last night was one to make note of. We had a bath after the kids were in bed. I needed to soak my legs and hips to aid my recovery from my "long run" the other day. It was a half- marathon distance ran at a slow training pace. Although I felt remarkably good afterwards, I was still a little sore. After a longer run like that, I try to force myself into a cold bath to ease the swelling and pain in my legs and hips. This however, was the day after and I like a taking hot bath to soothe any soreness I have.

Rebecca joined me, and afterwards in bed, she gave my legs a little rubdown. It was nice to have her sit between my legs with me on my back as she worked my front quads and groin. I started getting hard and she asked me to turn over so she could do the back of my legs. I thought at the time that we were maybe doing this backwards, as I would like her to have access to the front as she finished the massage.

It felt good as she massaged the back of my legs and ass. She reached around to feel my penis hardening beneath me. I pushed back at her, lifting my buttocks up. I could feel her pubic mound pushing against my tailbone as she stroked me. She removed her pajama top and I could feel her warm breasts against my back. I was in heaven. As I lay on my stomach, I reached back and started to pull her bottoms down. She quickly got the hint and slipped her bottoms and panties off until I felt her bare mound against me. It was a different (and nice) feeling to have her behind me, grinding herself against my tailbone as she stroked me.

I had all I could take and turned over, intending to make love to her. She immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth instead. I laid back and enjoyed the sensation of her mouth on me. One thing I'll say, is she is very good at this particular bit of foreplay. She doesn't deep-throat me, but she does take most of my shaft inside her mouth while she sucks very hard. I'm not sure how to describe it to someone who hasn't felt it, but I feel like her suction reaches all the way down to the base of my balls. It's an amazing feeling.

After a few minutes of that, I pulled her on top of me and buried myself inside of her. Now her pubic mound was grinding against mine as the tip of my cock brushed against her cervix. I held onto her perfect ass cheeks as she rode me, occasionally reaching upwards to her heaving breasts. I started talking to her, telling her my "evil" thoughts of the day. As she rode me closer and closer to orgasm, I finished off my tale by reminding her of when we were younger and having unprotected sex. I reminded her of how my cock was leaking in her as she rode me, allowing my sperm complete access to her unprotected womb. As I spoke the word "pregnant", she came quite hard, her pussy spasming on my shaft, and her body convulsing on top of mine. I was only milliseconds behind her, shooting deep inside her convulsing walls. Yes, it was a good night.

Friday, August 27, 2010

The Power of Words

While we were on vacation, and thwarted from any "action" by the combination of kids, grandparents and Rebecca's monthly visitor, we managed to go for a couple of nice walks. During one of these walks, we were discussing other men and touching on my Hotwife fantasy. While we have no grand ambitions to make any of it a reality, we somehow got on the topic of Rebecca's relatively innocent past. I was pressing her for a little more detail. She said she has kissed somewhere between twenty and thirty guys, generally all in her early days of university.

One time in particular occurred when she was back in her hometown (city) and was out at the bar. A guy she had dated was in town and she met up with him in a bar which was conveniently located in the hotel he was staying. She's not quite comfortable yet with giving me much detail (I'll have to work on that), but they somehow ended up in his room, making out on the bed. It's not clear to me if it was during a party, or whether the two of them went up together. (Again, the detail thing). The thought of the two of them on the bed in a hotel room was extremely arousing. Keep in mind we were walking around on a public path as she was telling me this. Suffice to say, it got the blood flowing in my areas. We had to stop walking for awhile and change the subject to let my erection subside. I have hopes that in the near future, she will tell me the story in great detail while we she strokes me, or while we make love. This would be a safe way for us to explore a little, without any guilt attached.


Thursday, August 26, 2010

The Massage Fantasy (Redux)

We've been back from our holidays for a few days now. I'm back at work, and Rebecca has had the rest of this week off to hang with the kids. I'm going through the typical post-vacation stress/ lack of motivation period. It usually lasts week or so after getting back to work. After that I generally get my shit together and focus on my work priorities.

Oddly enough, our sex life usually takes a bit of a dive while on vacation with the kids and grandparents. We had the double whammy of Rebecca being visited by George the week we were gone, although we did manage to have some fun. When we got home, we were back to our private sanctuary, and things have been back to "normal".

On Tuesday of this week, I asked Rebecca if she wanted a massage when we went to bed, she of course agreed, as she loves being massaged. I assumed the role of the masseur making small talk as I applied oil to her back, while she assumed the role of married client. This massage progressed in a similar fashion to ones in the past, with me slowly seducing her as I massaged her naked body. As I would get bolder and bolder, I would ask her, " What would your husband say if he saw my hands on your (ass, breasts, etc.)"? Her response would be something like, "Oh, I don't think he would mind.", or "He would like it." This time, I switched it up a little and once I was pushed deep inside, slowly making love, I whispered, "I have a confession to make. Your husband hired me to massage you. Actually, he's watching from the other room right now, probably stroking his cock as I pump you."

Rebecca got into this portion of the fantasy, as I got her to think of her husband (me) watching and stroking myself as her masseur gently fucked her. I said he could hear what she was saying as well, so she should ask him not to come and to wait for her meet him at home afterwards. Again, I could tell when she's getting into it. This time she came on her on my cock before I was even near my climax. I fully intended to assume the role of "husband" and use that portion of the fantasy to fill her with my cum. That was when she surprised me and whispered, "Where would he want you to cum?" I immediately replied, "Inside you." That short, unexpected piece of dialogue pulled me over the edge and I came long and deep inside my wife.

Epilogue: Her subtle participation in this fantasy and her request to have her lover cum inside of her drove me wild. Our steps into this fantasy world are small, but every one of them makes me hotter for my wife. Last night, I had a simple request to make love to my wife "just as the two of us". It was as hotter and more emotional for me than our fantasy world, but I honestly believe it is like this because of our fantasy play. My emotions are more exposed, or raw if you will. This sensitivity to my love for her is highlighted by this other part of our wonderful sex life.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Vacation 2010

We're vacationing with the kids and my parents in wine country. The weather's been beautiful, and we're all having a great time. We "Sea-Dooed" yesterday, and today the kids and my wife went para-sailing. Things have been great on the action front as well. Rebecca went for the "hawaiian" wax before we left, but unfortunately "George" arrived on our first day. One thing I have found is the abstinence forced upon us monthly actually leads to my most erotic thoughts about her.

The other morning, when I had taken the kids shopping, I left this post from a forum I have been frequenting lately for her to read while we were gone. When I got back, she said "you're bad", which generally means exactly the opposite. We went for a walk later that evening and discussed what she had read. She said "see, she was just like I am now... hesitant." We talked a little about how I get turned on thinking about other men hitting on her, and I came up with the baby step/safe middle ground of asking her to flirt with a guy while I was around. (Possibly in a bar type situation) She didn't say no, but I know she's still quite shy to step out on her own. I'm sure it'll take some time for her to be comfortable letting her hair down, but I hope with some gentle reinforcement, she'll see how exciting it will be for her. As for me, just discussing this fantasy as we walked around, made me extremely aroused. We had to stop a couple of times to let my hard cock soften.

When we went to bed that night, we kissed passionately as she became reacquainted with my hardness. I slipped her pajama top off as she stroked my throbbing penis. She felt the occasional spasm as I got closer and closer to cumming. One thing I'll say for certain, is she is a great kisser. Her lips are plump, but not too much so, just right for me. As we kissed harder, I got closer and closer. Finally, I began to shoot. It had been a few days since I had had some release, so she was quite pleased to have my semen shoot 8 or 9 inches up in between her breasts. She is a beautiful woman, but there is no prettier sight than to see her hand wrapped around my shaft, and my come shooting between her heaving breasts.

The next time, I would like to have her tell me a "story" while she does this. I'm sure I wouldn't last very long hearing her voice describing her flirtations, real or imagined.

Epilogue:
I went golfing with Grandpa (my dad) the next morning, and while we were gone, my wife and my mom took the kids down to the pool. My wife said she was wearing her bikini, and when she got to the pool, she noticed that she was still "stained" from the night before, and that she had to quickly submerge in the pool to hide the evidence. That is a thought I like to picture in my mind; my wife with my dried come all over her flat belly and breasts. It's too bad no flirt-worthy" guys were around to see her...

Friday, August 13, 2010

TIred

I'm tired. I don't know what to think. I've put myself out there and there isn't a lot of interest or discussion being generated. I opened this collection to my most intimate thoughts to the only reader who matters to me and it has provoked a grand total of 5 minutes of heart to heart discussion. I don't even know if she has read the whole thing. (although she says she has). Writing this here feels a little too indirect or passive aggressive, but since she's sleeping right now, and I have this journal going, I guess I'll write.

All I know is if I had an opportunity to read my love's deepest desires, I would stay up all night reading like it was one of those novels you can't put down. When do you ever get an opportunity to look into someone's soul like that (this)? There is another possibility, one which weighs heavily on my mind; she has read it all, and is too freaked out to talk about any of it. Either way, right now, I'm regretting putting myself out there.

I always like to think there are options. I could go back to this blog just being for me by taking my wife off the reader list. In that sense, I could write all I wanted, with absolutely no expectations from her. I guess that might work, except I still think that it's a lot like bottling things up. At least right now she could see what's on my mind if she chose to. There are other arguments for keeping this private as well. Perhaps, if we know someone too well, even a spouse we love, they become tarnished. The argument against this, and the one I'm trying to believe in, is that the truly connected couples, you know, the ones with the kind of love that carries on forever, have seen all sides of their partner, and have become stronger as a couple because of it.

I guess I'm fortunate she hasn't taken the Jeri Ryan approach. I'm sure her ex-husband is regretting opening the lines of communication with her when it came to his sexual desires. I'm sure he believed his wife was the one person he could be open with.

Finally, the last option would be to take this thing live and open it up to any and all readers. I kind of hoped that I would be able to do this with her. If/when this blog become open to everyone, I would want her to read it (and possibly contribute.) Opening it up to all readers with no interest from her would be like this poor soul.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

I Forgot...

We were at the park with the kids last night, and I saw another one of these...


Monday, August 9, 2010

Crack in the Armour-Part Deux

I experienced another strange coincidence tonight very similar to my original "crack in the armour post". We were in the kitchen making supper, and I was checking out my wife and her relatively low cut top, which allowed the occasional glimpse of her cleavage. When I mentioned that I liked her top, she immediately (without skipping a beat) mentioned talking to the same director referenced in the above post. Either, she has read my previous post and she's messing with me, or there is something subliminal about me saying how sexy she looks and her remembering that fellow from work. Either way, it was enough to get my heart to skip a beat and give me a near instant erection... I know I've commented on this before, but it's a strange(amazing) feeling to feel my attraction intensify with her mere mention of another man.


Sunday, August 8, 2010

Time Traveller

Last night after the kids went to bed, we sat in the living room and surfed the web for a bit. My wife like to read the "missed connections" on Craiglist, so we browsed those together. Once we had gone through them all, I showed her the "Casual Encounters" section of the personals. We scrolled through, marveling at how many ads were posted by either gay men or married men, or by men who are both gay and married. We had a good laugh at all the "cock" shots, and decided to head upstairs for a bath.

During our bath, we talked about my previous post and whether I was at all accurate in my analysis. She agreed with my take that there's something very strong in her moral code that keeps her from being able appreciate the fantasy of being with another man. Although it's a strong fantasy of mine, I'm extremely grateful that she is at this end of the scale when it comes to extra-marital fantasies. I can imagine that if she embraced it, and even pushed for the fantasy herself, I would probably question her commitment to me. She told me in the tub that she only wants me. On that note, I mentioned that there might be a way for her to embrace the fantasy of being with another man without betraying her morals. A couple of weeks ago, we purchased some crotch-less underwear for a friend of ours. (I have referred to her as "C" in previous posts) While we were in the store, I hatched a plan to provide my wife with a second "cock", one that was a near duplicate of mine. When I say "near", I mean this dildo was a little thicker and longer, but very close to me at my hardest state of arousal.

We have used the time traveller fantasy before as a way for her to have sex with a version of me from the future (older) or one from the past (younger). Last night, it was a version of me from the future who stole into bed with us. I used the dildo as me from the future to pump her with while the me from the present enjoyed having her suck on my cock. This was a convenient way for us to experience the MMF threesome without the attached guilt of another man. Eventually, I think she tired of the future me and she requested that I enter her. I pumped her wet pussy until we both came. It's amazing how she prefers my cock to anything, even something a little larger. I'm a lucky man.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Fantasies and Moral Obstacles

The other night, as we made love, I described in detail how the massage fantasy might unfold if I was just watching and not participating. She got quite wet and excited as I described his hands running over her body. I slowly made love to her while I described what would be happening. It was quite interesting to see/feel how she reacted the entire time. When I described him massaging her ass and teasing her, making her wet as I watched, I could feel her getting dangerously close to cumming. I thought I would push her over the edge and describe how he would tease her with his cock, running it over her wet lips, then eventually push inside her. (I tried to time the "act" with my thrusts). I may have been imagining things, but I think I felt her back off a little from the edge when I described him inside her. It wasn't until I came inside the warm walls of her pussy that the feeling of my pulsing cock pushed her to her own orgasm.

Post coital analysis:
Looking back, I think my sexy wife is still having a difficult time letting this particular bedroom fantasy take hold. I suppose it may be her strong moral base, "good wife code", etc. She may also be concerned that if she gets into this fantasy with me and enjoys it, there would be some obligation to follow through with it in real life. I think I need to reassure her that's not the case. Like many things in life, the anticipation would most certainly be better than the real thing. In our case, pushing the fantasy as close as possible towards the reality without going over the line would be excruciatingly erotic for both of us. We have the rest of our lives to explore each other and even if we never get to the "destination", the trip has been and will continue to be amazing...

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Writing for an Audience.

Yesterday I added my wife as my first and only permitted reader. (Welcome Beautiful, it's an exclusive club.) I think I had always planned to do this, so I sent the invite and held my breath. She didn't have a chance to read any of it until last night after the kids were in bed. I had to run to the store and pick up some milk, so I stopped to fill up with gas as well, in order to giver her some time.

When I arrived home, I wasn't sure what to expect. It's a little unnerving to lay your fantasy life out there, even when it's to your wife of 13 years. Fortunately, she wasn't packing her bags when I got home. To the contrary, when we made our way into bed, I found out quickly that she was quite wet. I slid easily inside her and slowly pumped her. We made love, and she became increasingly wet as I asked her what parts she had read.

I had thought I could get her to start reading the blog from the beginning, but I think she read the most recent post first, since it is the first thing to come up. This just happened to include "Why the Hotwife Fantasy?", among others. When I discovered the material she covered, I took the opportunity to confess my fantasy as I thrust deep inside her. I said something to the effect of how I would like to kiss her as another man was pumping her. Even as a fantasy, it may take her some time for her mind to start exploring. Even so, as I came deep inside her amazingly wet pussy, she shuddered to a beautiful orgasm. I stayed inside of her while we had the usual post coital discussion. As we talked though, the back of my mind started wandering, and my cock became hard inside of her. I began pumping her again, this time amid the intoxicating feel and scent of our mixed juices. You would think that having just come, I would be able to control my pace and timing, but no. I quickly erupted in her, filling her for the second time. Afterwards, we slept.

I have been thinking about how having my one reader could influence what I write. Initially, I thought I would temper my writing a bit in order to not scare her off. Now that I have thought about it, I have realized that this blog is irrelevant if I start to edit myself. The one person who I can trust completely is my only reader. I have also drawn the conclusion that this blog has now transformed from a record of my thoughts and fantasies to a way of communicating these things to my wife. As such, I am going to continue "laying it on the line".

p.s. I love my only reader...

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Top Six Fantasies

I read an article on married couples and their bedroom fantasies the other day. The trouble always with fantasies is how to best communicate them to each other without freaking your spouse out. An idea the author discussed was to go our for dinner in a secluded place. During the meal, the couple would list to each other on individual pieces of paper their top five sexual fantasies. They would then place them into three piles; "Sure thing", "Maybe", and "Not on Your Life".

My mind has been wandering since then on what my fantasies would be. Here's what I have thus far, in no particular order.

1. A couples massage where we're massaged while we're making love: This would require a male and female massage couple to carry on our professional massage as if it was business as usual. We would make love while they massaged our bodies. Afterward, they would massage us until we fell asleep in each other's arms.

2. A four handed massage for my wife: We hire a male masseuse to be my third and fourth hands. I would blindfold my wife so she could relax, and so she could forget about whose hands were whose. This fantasy I have sometimes progresses into my making love to my wife while she's being massaged by our "friend". In an ideal world, she would allow him to massage her breasts and ass while I slowly pump her. It would be easy for this fantasy to progress into her having sex with him too, but I think it's much sexier if she only gets turned on by him as I do the "fun part".

3. The Soft Swing: I have often thought about us having sex in public or while in the presence of other couples. There wouldn't be any contact between individual couples. While in Mexico, she said that she would like to go to an adults only resort next time. We talked about walking around nude, and having sex in public as a group of people watched.

4. Threesome MMF: As I've mentioned before, I am all about pleasuring her. I have no deep interest in a FFM threesome. I like to see her satisfied, and I love to see her facial expressions as she goes through her orgasm. In fact, I would love to have video of her face only as she comes hard. I could probably be persuaded to move this fantasy closer to reality if she felt comfortable with someone else as our third.

5. The Hotwife Fantasy: This one has several variations. (Number two being one of them.) The basic hotwife situation is a wife fooling around with other men with her husbands consent and approval. Now this is something that drives me crazy when I think about it, I'm relatively certain that I'm not ready for her to follow through with acting out the fantasy (yet). What I would really like to have happen, is for her to pretend that it's happened and for her to "tell" me about it. Other variations would have us actually going out and me watching her from across a crowded room as she is hit on by other men. She could even steal a dance or two. The night would end with us at home making love, recounting her evening of being hit on.

6. Sexy Photo Shoot/Porn Shoot: We would hire a boudoir photographer, man or woman, to take sex shots of us and possibly video us as we make love. It may even take a couple of camera people to get all the right shots.

I may have to share this with her to get a reacton and see what pile she puts each one into.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

George

George (a.k.a. my wife's menstrual cycle) arrived yesterday, right on schedule. A few months ago, as an experiment, I set a calendar alarm on my iphone the day her period arrived and set it to repeat every 28 days. I did it more to chart when she was the hottest, so I could time my more adventurous advances properly (during ovulation). Yes, I sometimes amaze myself with the effort I'll go through when it comes to hot sex with my wife. As for her period, the last three months she was right on time once, off by day once and off by more than a week according to my phone. When she's late, I don't stress, since I was "snipped" some time ago. Regarding my "study", she's all over the map. In fact, she had one of her most intense orgasm in recent memory the night before george arrived.

During her period, I have found her sex drive to be consistent with other times of the month. I kind of enjoy the week she's "off limits" because it makes us be creative when it comes to our sex life. We have tried several alternatives to straight intercourse. She's a sucker for a massage, and once or twice many years ago, we even had anal sex. I remember one time, after slowly working my way in, I massaged her clit while I slowly pumped her from behind. Her orgasm was magnificent. The feeling of her ass spasming around my cock is beyond description.

This time around however, I stuck to a "basic" massage, which she always loves. As I massaged her back I thought out loud about how it might feel for her to have a "four handed" massage. We discussed it as I poured the oil on her. I explained it would be easy for myself and another to mirror each other as we massaged her body. I have to confess, this fantasy is as much for me as her, and I couldn't help but get hard as I worked my way down her back, ass and legs.

I told her to imagine that our other masseuse was doing everything I did. Come to think about it, I did say "masseuse", so she may have assumed it would be a female doing the massaging. I was always thinking the other would be a male.(for her pleasure) I worked down her legs, and when I got to her feet, I nibbled and sucked on her toes. When I went to do her ass, I asked her if she would let both of us work her ass. She said she only wanted my touch there. I said she would just have to relax and let herself enjoy four hands on her buttocks. She loves having her ass massaged, and once she was relaxed, I asked her if she would let me remove her panties. She said that she would like them taken off, as I have "taught" her to have her massages in the nude. I was able to lower her panties to completely expose her glutes, leaving her panties at the junction of her ass and legs

I finished giving her wonderful ass the attention it deserved, then asked her to roll over. She rolled onto her back, and I applied plenty of oil on her chest. Her nipples stiffened as I massaged each breast. I(we) worked our way down her belly, skipping her pelvic region, choosing instead to work the front of her thighs. I (We) worked back up her legs and spent some enjoyable time on her pubic mound. I used one hand to spread her labia and dripped oil with the other directly onto her exposed clitoris.

Having been recently waxed, she was still nice and trim "down there", so in the dim light of our bedroom , I was able to make out the upper portion of her mound as well as her lovely clit. I spent another five or ten minutes massage around her lips and some more time on her clitoris. As a man, I tend to have a bit of a heavy touch when it comes to these areas, so I had to control myself not to be too heavy handed.

My wife enjoys having her clit stroked, but her real intense orgasms come from penetration (which wasn't to be in this early stages of "george"), so I resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be able to get her to climax. Instead, sensing she had reached the highest point possible this time around, I asked her if she would mind if I stroked myself, as this had certainly been driving me crazy with lust.

In the past, she has always enjoyed when I masturbate, and this was no different. I grabbed some lubricant from our bedside table, and laid beside her on my back. As I stroked myself, she kissed me and played with my chest and nipples (which, for some reason, I love). Now, being a seasoned veteran when it comes to pleasuring myself, I brought myself to the brink of orgasm and backed off a couple of times. (I think the term is "edging") Whenever I do this on my own, my pre-cum starts leaking. My wife enjoys this, although she prefers when I leak inside her.

As I "edged" the third time, I told her I need to feel her against me. I climbed on top of her and pulled her panties down, exposing her oiled up labia and clit. We kissed, and as our tongues explored each others' mouths, my wet, pre-cum covered cockhead explored the folds of her pussy. It was as if I was painting her. I would start the head of my cock at the lower portion of her lips, and slowly glide it up and over her clit, until the sensitive underside of my shaft would make contact with her sensitive button. The thought of my pre-cum being spread all over her spread lips and clit was almost too much for me to stand, and I had to slow down in order to not lose control.

Although I said earlier that my wife orgasms the readiest through penetration, I could sense she was also approaching her peak as she ground her pussy against my cock. Now, one thing most men will be able to relate to is the ability to control an orgasm is much more difficult when you have a hot body against you. If you allow yourself to get too close to the edge, a seemingly small movement by your partner can push you over the edge. This is what happened to me. Just the registration of the thought that my hot wife was getting closer to coming coupled with the light flutter of her outer lips on my shaft put me over the edge. I came in several hot spurts, drenching her pussy in my come. I hope she wasn't too disappointed in my performance.

epilogue:
Usually, after we make love she goes to the bathroom to pee in order to reduce the chance of a bladder infection, which is completely understandable. This time, however, she simply pulled up her panties, leaving herself covered all night in my semen. I've revisited that thought several times in the last 24 hours, and it gets me hard just thinking about it.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Why the HW Fantasy?

It's strange, but the HW fantasy is still haunting me, even though I doubt I could ever go through with it. I have been doing some "research" on the subject and came across an interesting article that looks at the phenomenon quite subjectively. .

In it, the author explores the the various reasons why men and women would want this lifestyle. As a side note, I really dislike the word "lifestyle". It implies (to me) the notion that as a couple, we're the same as everyone else, a kind of "club" when really, we're a couple first.

Under his possible reasons a man may want the HW experience for his wife, he lists the following:

Unconditional love:
I love my wife more than anything else in the world. She means the world to me, and I love to see her happy.( and satisfied) When we make love, my favourite part is seeing her face when she comes. When she doesn't orgasm, I feel like I've missed the most important piece of my satisfaction. This happens when she takes me to the edge, and in her desire to feel me pulse inside her, she'll push me over. I prefer to control myself and feel her go over first, and then let myself join her.

Reliving past sex:
She doesn't have much of a past. I was her second, her first being boyfriend with according to her, a tiny penis. On the other hand, I have "sewn" my oats. I have had around 8 to 10 partners over the course of my 38 years. Of those, 4 or 5 have been one night stands. Perhaps it's my knowledge of the lust involved in a one-nighter that makes me believe she's missed something there. The thought of her experiencing that lust, while knowing at the same she has husband who will love her forever afterward is something that not many people have the chance to experience. It's very much "have your cake and eat it too" situation. Men and women all through the ages have had affairs to experience this "lust". Certainly afterwards they must experience intense guilt at least equal to the level of pleasure they enjoyed earlier. I think the knowledge that I will love her before, during and after the experience would go a long way to tempering her feelings of guilt.


New sex and Pure lust sex
This is where my motivation comes into the picture a bit. Our sex life, by any outside standard is great. My wife has a great sex drive and we probably average 2 to 3 times a week. Every month, we have 1 or 2 sessions of mind-blowing sex.( I have a theory that this coincides with her ovulating, but I haven't tested it as of yet). It's my hope that by exploring the HW fantasy, we would be able to increase her pleasure and number of intense quality sessions with each other. The other thing that comes to mind which I have mentioned in previous posts, is her appreciation for the stories I tell to her as we make love. She comes quite easily when she's aided by the sound of my voice. She says she just likes my voice, but I know the content of the story always has something to do with it.


Competition with other males
I touched on this previously in a Mexico post. I think that the knowledge we both would have that she's appreciated by other males serves to increase her self confidence and re-light the edge I had before we were married.


Cum fantasy
Not really applicable I think to either of us, although I wouldn't have a problem going down on her if it was only "me" down there.

Sexual Control
Typically, I'm the one driving the love making, as well as the spoken word in our bed. She certainly reacts well, and enjoys what I have to say. I guess this would make me the one "in control". I totally believe that just the act of her fantasizing aloud with me about another man, or an mmf situation would take us to a new level and liberate her a little, allowing her to be comfortable with fantasizing.


Husband humiliation/Wife humiliation
Again, not really for me, or her I would bet. It's just too foreign to our love.


The article did help to identify the areas where find the allure of the HW fantasy. Someday I might share it with my wife for her to read....