Earlier in the holiday, we had been on the road to Rebecca's parents' place for a couple of hours. I was driving, and during a rare moment of silence from the kids, I let my mind wander. I was thinking about this fantasy of mine, and one of many of it's possible scenarios.
Rebecca can always pick up on when I'm thinking, so of course she asked what I had on my mind. I said I would tell her eventually, but for obvious reasons, it couldn't be in front of the kids.
Eventually turned into last night, when we finally had a moment in bed together when we both weren't exhausted. Rebecca currently has her monthly visitor and a cold, so we laid in bed and talked while she stroked me.
I told her that while I was driving, I was thinking about a particular scenario:
We were somewhere, maybe on vacation (just her and I) and she brought another man back to our hotel room. I told her I sat in a chair and enjoyed watching her naked body as she climbed on top of him.
In my mind I saw her straddling his legs, reverse cowgirl, facing me at the foot of the bed. She constantly maintained eye contact with me as she reached down and guided his cock to her pussy.
He was, of course, a bit larger than me in both length and girth, so she had to go slow. As she lowered herself, she looked in my eyes, slightly biting her lip as she felt him stretch her.
She kept working herself down until he was finally fully inside, and the lower portion of her lips rested on his balls. In this fantasy, she rested for a minute then slowly slid up his shaft, leaving her wetness along the way.
I described the details as best as I could as we lay in bed together. She held my cock in her hand and slowly pumped me as I recounted my fantasy.
She gently asked what else happened next in this daydream and I told her. I said that she sat facing me, looking deep in my eyes as she pumped up and down on his cock. As she approached her orgasm, she maintained eye contact with me, even as her eyes fluttered in ecstasy.
The interesting thing about this particular fantasy was that the other man was faceless and nameless. It was as though she was making love to me but with another man's cock.
As I got closer to coming, I tried my best to hold off in order to finish my story. I told her that her orgasm triggered his, and being a fantasy with no repercussions, he came deep inside her. I explained that she immediately dismissed him from our room, then climbed on top of me. I wasn't able to articulate to her how I imagined it felt to slide inside her after him, as I was caught up in my own orgasm.
I really wanted to wait to tell her this fantasy when we were we able to make love, but with her monthly visitor in full attendance, my lust just couldn't wait any longer. I guess I'll just have to wait until my mind wanders again..
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
You're my Alpha
I was feeling a little insecure lately, for lack of a better word. The last thing I want is for her to lose respect for me because of the freedom I've given her. She seems to be quite comfortable seeing G, and I'm really enjoying her getting comfortable in that respect.
Having said all that, I decided I wanted wanted to reassure her I don't want to lose her. So tonight, out of the bedroom, I told her a few of my thoughts.
First of all, I told her she should never, ever think I am pushing her away when I tell her she can go with him. Second, I said that if he ever started speaking poorly of me, or encouraged her to leave me, she needs to set him straight, or stop seeing him. Finally, I told her that if she ever started to have stronger feelings for him, that I wouldn't want her to make the common assumption that those feelings for him had to come at the expense of her feelings for me. I told her I will always be there for her, and I'm comfortable in the strength of our relationship, enough so that she could explore her feelings if she chose to.
Her response was quite simple,
"Don't worry, you're my Alpha."
Having said all that, I decided I wanted wanted to reassure her I don't want to lose her. So tonight, out of the bedroom, I told her a few of my thoughts.
First of all, I told her she should never, ever think I am pushing her away when I tell her she can go with him. Second, I said that if he ever started speaking poorly of me, or encouraged her to leave me, she needs to set him straight, or stop seeing him. Finally, I told her that if she ever started to have stronger feelings for him, that I wouldn't want her to make the common assumption that those feelings for him had to come at the expense of her feelings for me. I told her I will always be there for her, and I'm comfortable in the strength of our relationship, enough so that she could explore her feelings if she chose to.
Her response was quite simple,
"Don't worry, you're my Alpha."
Monday, December 12, 2011
The Whiskey Sour Continued..
It's funny how your mind starts to forget the little details about an event so soon after it occurs. I guess that's why I started this blog. I realized how many great nights we've had, each one better than the last. This is really a blog of my memories, made before they start to fade. Saturday night is another great one, one I hope to experience again.
The Whiskey Sour
When I got home from dropping the sitter off, Rebecca met me at the door and we went upstairs together. We undressed each other at the foot of the bed all except for her crotchless panties, which I intentionally left on her.
I have to say, she was very wet as we made out heavily under our covers. I was hard, and my head was brushing against her amazing slit. After a short time, I slipped inside her and started immediately pumping her with long strokes.
It must have been the Whiskey Sour talking, but she whispered, "Tell me what i can do to make you feel good." That kind of caught me off guard, not really sure what she meant. Being quick on my feet, I whispered that I've always wanted to have her ass. She replied something positive, so I went to our bathroom and brought out some lube. She went to turn over on her belly, but I asked her to stay on her back.
I continued to pump her sopping wet pussy, and at the same time managed to apply a large amount of the lube to my right fingers. I tried let it warm up in my hand, then I reach around and under her to her lovely, tight ass. I slowly worked my index finger in, all the while still pumping her with my cock. I eventually was able to work two of my fingers in her ass, while my cock filled her pussy.
I had to slow down since the idea of her taking me in both holes had me on the verge of coming. I got up and gently rolled her over onto her belly, so I could have complete access to her.
I tried to take it as slow and as gentle as possible, but the fact that I was as hard and as large as I've ever been made it difficult. I could feel when I was positioned "correctly", and slowly she relaxed enough to let me in. I was three or four inches in, and she was definitely in some discomfort. I laid still to see if she could get used to it, but even the whiskey sour wasn't enough to get her past the pain, so I slowly withdrew.
I went to our washroom and washed myself up, then got a steaming wet cloth for Rebecca. As she lay on her stomach, I gently cleaned her up.
In my/our younger days, a minor failure like this would spell the end of the night, but now when things like this happen, we're able to laugh and move on.
When I got back to her, we took off where we left off and I once again entered her very willing pussy. While I pumped her, I whispered to her to tell me why she thought it hurt too much for her. I was obviously fishing for the answer, and she didn't disappoint. She replied by saying, "your cock is too big." What man doesn't like to hear that?
I told her how much I enjoy the nights where she sucks my finger as I fuck her. I asked her if she knew why I liked it and she said no, she didn't. I replied by explaining it was because I always fantasizes about her sucking another man's cock while I pump her. I've noticed that she really gets into it as well, so she must harbor some thoughts deep down.
I stopped pumping her and told her how part of my fantasy had us changing places so he could have the opportunity to feel her. Then I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and told Rebecca he would do the same. In a smooth motion, I slid inside her, bottoming out. She gasped as I started to slowly slide deliciously in and out.
I whispered in her ear her that earlier, when I had my finger inside her tight ass, I could feel my cock through the thin wall between her ass and pussy. As I came, I whispered that I could imagine this would be how it would feel to be inside her ass when another man had her pussy.
She rolled me over onto my back and climbed back on to my (still) hard cock. She hadn't cum herself yet, and I noticed she was getting a little more direct in her approach, which in itself is rare.
As she road me, I could quite literally feel our combined juices leaking out of her, and coating not only me, but her as well. She had just had her waxing earlier in the week, so she was as slippery as ever, and she used it fully.
I reached up and gently stroked her breasts and she surprised me with another request. When my hands were near her nipples, she told me to squeeze them. Her nipples are very sensitive, so she NEVER wants them squeezed. I was only happy to oblige. I slowly increased my pressure on them as she kept rocking on me.
I released one nipple, reached down and slid my thumb in between us. She moaned when I made contact with her clit, which until now had been grinding against my pubic bone. I started to stroke her and she rocked harder on my cock and hand. Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer, and came inside her for the second time.
I started to soften, but she kept going. When I started to take my hand away, she grabbed it and held it fast. I told her to show me how she liked it, and she held my hand, using it like a vibrator on her clit. I took my hand away, and she continued with her own hand, another rarity for her to do.
Laying on my back, I looked up at my wife, bearing down with a determined look on her face as she finally came and collapsed on my chest.
Thank you G, (for the whiskey sour.)
The Whiskey Sour
When I got home from dropping the sitter off, Rebecca met me at the door and we went upstairs together. We undressed each other at the foot of the bed all except for her crotchless panties, which I intentionally left on her.
I have to say, she was very wet as we made out heavily under our covers. I was hard, and my head was brushing against her amazing slit. After a short time, I slipped inside her and started immediately pumping her with long strokes.
It must have been the Whiskey Sour talking, but she whispered, "Tell me what i can do to make you feel good." That kind of caught me off guard, not really sure what she meant. Being quick on my feet, I whispered that I've always wanted to have her ass. She replied something positive, so I went to our bathroom and brought out some lube. She went to turn over on her belly, but I asked her to stay on her back.
I continued to pump her sopping wet pussy, and at the same time managed to apply a large amount of the lube to my right fingers. I tried let it warm up in my hand, then I reach around and under her to her lovely, tight ass. I slowly worked my index finger in, all the while still pumping her with my cock. I eventually was able to work two of my fingers in her ass, while my cock filled her pussy.
I had to slow down since the idea of her taking me in both holes had me on the verge of coming. I got up and gently rolled her over onto her belly, so I could have complete access to her.
I tried to take it as slow and as gentle as possible, but the fact that I was as hard and as large as I've ever been made it difficult. I could feel when I was positioned "correctly", and slowly she relaxed enough to let me in. I was three or four inches in, and she was definitely in some discomfort. I laid still to see if she could get used to it, but even the whiskey sour wasn't enough to get her past the pain, so I slowly withdrew.
I went to our washroom and washed myself up, then got a steaming wet cloth for Rebecca. As she lay on her stomach, I gently cleaned her up.
In my/our younger days, a minor failure like this would spell the end of the night, but now when things like this happen, we're able to laugh and move on.
When I got back to her, we took off where we left off and I once again entered her very willing pussy. While I pumped her, I whispered to her to tell me why she thought it hurt too much for her. I was obviously fishing for the answer, and she didn't disappoint. She replied by saying, "your cock is too big." What man doesn't like to hear that?
I told her how much I enjoy the nights where she sucks my finger as I fuck her. I asked her if she knew why I liked it and she said no, she didn't. I replied by explaining it was because I always fantasizes about her sucking another man's cock while I pump her. I've noticed that she really gets into it as well, so she must harbor some thoughts deep down.
I stopped pumping her and told her how part of my fantasy had us changing places so he could have the opportunity to feel her. Then I placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her wet pussy and told Rebecca he would do the same. In a smooth motion, I slid inside her, bottoming out. She gasped as I started to slowly slide deliciously in and out.
I whispered in her ear her that earlier, when I had my finger inside her tight ass, I could feel my cock through the thin wall between her ass and pussy. As I came, I whispered that I could imagine this would be how it would feel to be inside her ass when another man had her pussy.
She rolled me over onto my back and climbed back on to my (still) hard cock. She hadn't cum herself yet, and I noticed she was getting a little more direct in her approach, which in itself is rare.
As she road me, I could quite literally feel our combined juices leaking out of her, and coating not only me, but her as well. She had just had her waxing earlier in the week, so she was as slippery as ever, and she used it fully.
I reached up and gently stroked her breasts and she surprised me with another request. When my hands were near her nipples, she told me to squeeze them. Her nipples are very sensitive, so she NEVER wants them squeezed. I was only happy to oblige. I slowly increased my pressure on them as she kept rocking on me.
I released one nipple, reached down and slid my thumb in between us. She moaned when I made contact with her clit, which until now had been grinding against my pubic bone. I started to stroke her and she rocked harder on my cock and hand. Eventually, I couldn't hold back any longer, and came inside her for the second time.
I started to soften, but she kept going. When I started to take my hand away, she grabbed it and held it fast. I told her to show me how she liked it, and she held my hand, using it like a vibrator on her clit. I took my hand away, and she continued with her own hand, another rarity for her to do.
Laying on my back, I looked up at my wife, bearing down with a determined look on her face as she finally came and collapsed on my chest.
Thank you G, (for the whiskey sour.)
Sunday, December 11, 2011
The Whiskey Sour
3 parts Bourbon whiskey
2 parts fresh lemon juice
1 part syrup
dash egg white (optional)
We went to my office Christmas party last night. Rebecca surprised me as she was getting dressed by slipping on her crotchless panties. I had suggested earlier in the day that she could wear them if she felt like it. Often, these suggestions are cleverly forgotten when it comes time to go for it, but this time I walked into our dressing room to find her in her bra and crotchless panties.
Party is a strong word for what we attended. Half the office couldn't make it for some reason or another, so it was a small gathering. The food was good, and the drinks better. I suggested to Rebecca earlier that I would do the driving since I had to take our boy to an early morning hockey practice.
Several months ago, G introduced her to a new drink, the Whiskey Sour. Rebecca is a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. Any more than three drinks, and she's done for. She usually nurses a single glass of wine for several hours. Tonight however, our hostess mixed a tasty whiskey sour and Rebecca showed me how they're supposed to taste. I attempted making one after that date with G, and it didn't turn our very well. It might have had something to do with my choice of syrup, but I'm not sure....
We worked the room, chatting people up. Occasionally, I would bump up behind Rebecca, reminding myself what she wore underneath. at one point while we stood at the island chatting, she reached behind to where I was standing and grabbed my cock through my dress pants.
It wasn't soon after that we decided to leave. When we arrived home, I dropped her off and drove the sitter home. Rebecca was waiting for me when I got home...(sorry, but to be cont.)
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
A Late Night
Rebecca met V for a drink around 6:30 last night. They met at a bar near her office, so she could go to work for a bit afterwards. As I had mentioned before, V is bit younger than her (he's 29).
Apparently, he treated this a little like an interview, where he asked her questions about her sex life. Questions included "how many men have you been with?"(1.5- she doesn't could her first due to his smallness.)"how often do you have sex?"(about 3 times a week) and "Have you ever been with someone from a different culture?" (no, but not by design)
She answered them all quite honestly, but was wondering why both he and G asked almost all the same questions.
After an hour and a bit came the funny part. It seems he had to meet another girl across town on some sort of first date. I guess we'll chalk it up to him being young. Rebecca was okay with it, and he didn't really want to leave, but she encouraged him to go. I guess it's good that he'll honor his commitments, not to mention his complete honesty.
So off he went, and off she went to the office. She texted me when she arrived at her building and said she would stay awhile and get a few things done before coming home.
About forty-five minutes later, she texted me to tell me G had emailed her to ask if she could join him for a drink. He was downtown for some function which had wrapped up. She asked me if it was okay, and I told her to have fun.
She rolled in around 12:30am, and came to bed, where I had been waiting. I asked her how it went, and she said it was fun. They had met for drinks and eventually she had given him a ride home. I asked her if anything had happened, hoping that it had.
It was disappointing to hear they just chatted about work, etc. She finally gave him a ride home, then came home to me, where I was quite wide awake with anticipation. she mentioned that V had texted her later in the evening to say her had ditched his other date and wanted to continue his questioning. She took a rain check on that conversation.
When she got home and came to bed, she was dripping wet, so I can tell she enjoyed herself, even if "nothing" happened. I slipped inside her quite easily, very easily in fact, where that thought alone pushed me over the edge.
Waiting for her return, I had been aroused and hard, on and off for about four hours. When I finally came inside her, I'm sure I must have felt like a warm fire hose. She moaned her approval when she felt it.
It was late, and our day starts around 5:00 am, so we went to sleep. We're planning on having a bath tonight, where she can fill me in on any details she missed, and I can make up for my quick draw last night.
I don't suspect a lot more will come out of our conversation, but I like the fact that she is willing to go out like this. She seems to enjoy it. She's at a bikini waxing appointment as I type this, so I'll get to enjoy that after our bath.
Apparently, he treated this a little like an interview, where he asked her questions about her sex life. Questions included "how many men have you been with?"(1.5- she doesn't could her first due to his smallness.)"how often do you have sex?"(about 3 times a week) and "Have you ever been with someone from a different culture?" (no, but not by design)
She answered them all quite honestly, but was wondering why both he and G asked almost all the same questions.
After an hour and a bit came the funny part. It seems he had to meet another girl across town on some sort of first date. I guess we'll chalk it up to him being young. Rebecca was okay with it, and he didn't really want to leave, but she encouraged him to go. I guess it's good that he'll honor his commitments, not to mention his complete honesty.
So off he went, and off she went to the office. She texted me when she arrived at her building and said she would stay awhile and get a few things done before coming home.
About forty-five minutes later, she texted me to tell me G had emailed her to ask if she could join him for a drink. He was downtown for some function which had wrapped up. She asked me if it was okay, and I told her to have fun.
She rolled in around 12:30am, and came to bed, where I had been waiting. I asked her how it went, and she said it was fun. They had met for drinks and eventually she had given him a ride home. I asked her if anything had happened, hoping that it had.
It was disappointing to hear they just chatted about work, etc. She finally gave him a ride home, then came home to me, where I was quite wide awake with anticipation. she mentioned that V had texted her later in the evening to say her had ditched his other date and wanted to continue his questioning. She took a rain check on that conversation.
When she got home and came to bed, she was dripping wet, so I can tell she enjoyed herself, even if "nothing" happened. I slipped inside her quite easily, very easily in fact, where that thought alone pushed me over the edge.
Waiting for her return, I had been aroused and hard, on and off for about four hours. When I finally came inside her, I'm sure I must have felt like a warm fire hose. She moaned her approval when she felt it.
It was late, and our day starts around 5:00 am, so we went to sleep. We're planning on having a bath tonight, where she can fill me in on any details she missed, and I can make up for my quick draw last night.
I don't suspect a lot more will come out of our conversation, but I like the fact that she is willing to go out like this. She seems to enjoy it. She's at a bikini waxing appointment as I type this, so I'll get to enjoy that after our bath.
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Bizarre World
I just got off the phone with Rebecca. We were both taking our lunch breaks, so we were just confirming the details for after work, when she'll be joining V for drinks and dinner.
This is a bit different than G in the sense that I know V is interested in her, and he's single. It's a bit more exciting because of this, and the fact that things haven't reached an equilibrium with V like they have with G.
Knowing Rebecca, she'll keep the conversation very legit, possibly allowing for some interpretation on his part.
I have to say, I feel like we've grown as a couple. I have matured in my trust of her. Most married couples' trust is based on the belief that a partner wouldn't "cheat". My comfort comes from knowing she will always love me. I have given her as much freedom as she wants, and she's using it in a very frugal way. I've discovered by giving her her freedom, we've become even closer. I really can't begin to understand the paradox.
She'll probably tell him I'm fine with her meeting him, which I'm sure will confuse the hell out of him. I'm also sure she has no intention of fully exercising her freedom tonight, or ever for that matter.
Instead, I hope she'll enjoy herself, maybe laugh inside at this young buck clambering for her attention, and get some well deserved affirmation of how attractive a woman she is.
I'm can't explain how or why I'm happy to wait at home while she does this, but I am. What a bizarre world...
This is a bit different than G in the sense that I know V is interested in her, and he's single. It's a bit more exciting because of this, and the fact that things haven't reached an equilibrium with V like they have with G.
Knowing Rebecca, she'll keep the conversation very legit, possibly allowing for some interpretation on his part.
I have to say, I feel like we've grown as a couple. I have matured in my trust of her. Most married couples' trust is based on the belief that a partner wouldn't "cheat". My comfort comes from knowing she will always love me. I have given her as much freedom as she wants, and she's using it in a very frugal way. I've discovered by giving her her freedom, we've become even closer. I really can't begin to understand the paradox.
She'll probably tell him I'm fine with her meeting him, which I'm sure will confuse the hell out of him. I'm also sure she has no intention of fully exercising her freedom tonight, or ever for that matter.
Instead, I hope she'll enjoy herself, maybe laugh inside at this young buck clambering for her attention, and get some well deserved affirmation of how attractive a woman she is.
I'm can't explain how or why I'm happy to wait at home while she does this, but I am. What a bizarre world...
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
No Expectations
Earlier this evening was amazing. As I mentioned in my previous post, the sexual attraction was intense between us. We had a great family night as we watched a movie with the kids, and shared a bottle of wine. (Us, not the kids.)
When we went to bed, I found Rebecca waiting. This time of year, we keep the heat in our room quite low, and our bed is always cold when we get in.
I told her she needs to warm me up, so she held me on top of her. She slipped off her panties and said she had a good method to give me some of her heat.
I asked what it was, and she guided me inside her. I commented that it was a bit unorthodox, seeing how she was married and all. She played along, working me deeper inside of her.
I said something like, "Well, it won't count as sex if we can both keep from cumming."
I slowly pumped her, whispering in her ear, that her husband probably wouldn't mind anyway. She whispered something back which stuck with me, and even now still has an effect.
Talking to me as her lover, not her husband, she said, "No expectations"
As her lover, I took that as, "don't expect a relationship, it's just sex."
As her fantasy lover, I told her my only expectation was that she enjoy every moment of me inside her, and that she relax and give her body to me for the time she is with me.
It didn't take long before she came, her wonderful pussy quivering on her lover's hard cock.
I pulled out of her for a moment, and told her that now she's home with me. I reentered her, feeling her wetness. I told her I heard she had saved a guy from hypothermia tonight. As I pumped her she gave a few brief details of how.
I don't remember exactly how I teased the words out of her, but eventually she made me cum with a phrase I've never heard her say this easily. She whispered, "Tonight, I came on another man's hard cock."
When we went to bed, I found Rebecca waiting. This time of year, we keep the heat in our room quite low, and our bed is always cold when we get in.
I told her she needs to warm me up, so she held me on top of her. She slipped off her panties and said she had a good method to give me some of her heat.
I asked what it was, and she guided me inside her. I commented that it was a bit unorthodox, seeing how she was married and all. She played along, working me deeper inside of her.
I said something like, "Well, it won't count as sex if we can both keep from cumming."
I slowly pumped her, whispering in her ear, that her husband probably wouldn't mind anyway. She whispered something back which stuck with me, and even now still has an effect.
Talking to me as her lover, not her husband, she said, "No expectations"
As her lover, I took that as, "don't expect a relationship, it's just sex."
As her fantasy lover, I told her my only expectation was that she enjoy every moment of me inside her, and that she relax and give her body to me for the time she is with me.
It didn't take long before she came, her wonderful pussy quivering on her lover's hard cock.
I pulled out of her for a moment, and told her that now she's home with me. I reentered her, feeling her wetness. I told her I heard she had saved a guy from hypothermia tonight. As I pumped her she gave a few brief details of how.
I don't remember exactly how I teased the words out of her, but eventually she made me cum with a phrase I've never heard her say this easily. She whispered, "Tonight, I came on another man's hard cock."
Looking Forward to Monday
I came home from work today to find Rebecca on the floor in front of the fireplace having a glass of wine.
She mentioned she had been texting for a bit. I thought it might be G, but it turns out she had been talking to V instead.
He asked her, and they're going for drinks on Monday. Again, it'll most likely be just drinks, but the sexual tension between us is thick. It may be the fact that her monthly visitor finally left today, but either way, I'm looking forward to it. V has always had a thing for Rebecca, and I want her to enjoy the brief company of a younger man who wants her. She deserves the attention.
We have a date night tomorrow, just the two of us, so I'm really looking forward to spending some quality time with her. Maybe I can convince her to go crotchless for me..
She mentioned she had been texting for a bit. I thought it might be G, but it turns out she had been talking to V instead.
He asked her, and they're going for drinks on Monday. Again, it'll most likely be just drinks, but the sexual tension between us is thick. It may be the fact that her monthly visitor finally left today, but either way, I'm looking forward to it. V has always had a thing for Rebecca, and I want her to enjoy the brief company of a younger man who wants her. She deserves the attention.
We have a date night tomorrow, just the two of us, so I'm really looking forward to spending some quality time with her. Maybe I can convince her to go crotchless for me..
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