Monday, January 30, 2012

Twitter vs. Blog

Rebecca had some email flirting action with G today, with him guessing what she was wearing (skirt, jacket and stay-ups). He asked her if she was planning to go into the office tonight, but she said she was planning to stay home with me and the kids. It's hardly worth a blog post and might be more appropriate as a twitter update, but I like the idea of her choosing to stay home. She also had coffee with V today.

In other news, she said her Caribbean work trip is all but confirmed. She'll be gone for five days in March, along with a few others from her company. Rebecca is much too proper to mess around on a work trip, but the thought of it is still exciting.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Mile High Club

A long time ago, we were engaged, we went on a vacation with my family. The flight there was an evening one, so it was quite dark. My siblings had young kids/babies, while Rebecca and I were still carefree. As almost everyone was snoozing, we snuck off to the rear washroom and joined the mile high club.

I think we did it just to be able to say we were in the club. The thought of getting caught was exciting, but the space was cramped. As I recall, I had to bend Rebecca over the sink. I came quickly (out of necessity), and I'm sure she didn't. Sorry honey.

As we made our way back to our seat, my brother in law was walking the aisle trying to settle my niece, who was a baby at the time. As we passed, he gave us a smirk and said that the baby was wondering where we had gone. Rebecca and I still laugh about it.

In her discussions with G, she told him about our encounter. In fact, I think their discussions have jokingly included her initiating him into the club. The emails I read a few months back when I "accessed" her phone, had her referring to taking a long flight to a certain city with him.

Well, Friday she told me she had been emailing him during the day, and he told her he was heading to that very city on Tuesday in a sort of veiled invitation. Of course I'll joke with her that she should book a few days off.

Saturday, January 14, 2012


Rebecca had a bath the other night and took a series of pics in the tub. I was at the office and she texted me this. I responded (probably too quickly) for her to send me another in twenty minutes after the bubbles faded. She didn't...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Back to Back

Just a quick note... Rebecca had coffee with G shortly after lunch today. On her way back to the office, V texted her to see what she was doing, since he was in the area. She told him where she was, and he asked her if she wanted to have coffee with him. So, after her coffee with G, she walked over to meet V. Popular girl.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Something New

I talked to Rebecca tonight about how I'd like to share some of my favorite parts of her in this blog. She's a sexy woman, and while I can't show certain things in their entirety (like her face), I can profile certain vignettes or glimpses of some of my favorites. I'll start with one of them this week, but I'd love to hear any requests that may out there, respecting of course her shy nature.

While I can't share her completely, and you'll never know the enamoring parts of her personality, I hope these glimpses of her physical attributes will help the readers understand why she's so special.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

In Theory

On the way home from work the other day, Rebecca and I were discussing my current theory of why I have this desire for her to be with another man.

I had read recently that men who want their wives to explore often have been exposed to a cheating wife or girlfriend early in their sexual development.

Looking back, in my case, I started dating a girl in early high school. She wasn't my "first", but she became my "most". We dated for a year or so, starting when I was seventeen and we definitely had our ups and downs. I was her first, but she quickly became versed in the ways of manipulating men.

She lived in a town about a fifteen minute drive from mine, so that meant even at our young age, we often spent the night at each other's place. I recall one night I particular, when I drove out to see her. Her mom informed me that she was on her way back from another city about an hour drive, but that she had car trouble. It was late, and as I had done it countless times before, I stayed at her place awaiting her return.

She didn't arrive until the next morning, having spent the night at a male friend's place. At the time, it was cleverly explained to myself and her mom as a necessity. That night was my first exposure to that feeling. I was certain more happened than she told me.

Over the course of that relationship, there were several times where she did a similar thing. She always having the perfect excuse to prove her innocence.

Looking back, it's clear to me she was cheating. It was the first time I spent a night with that pit of anxiety in my stomach.

Back then, the feeling was anything but pleasurable. Now with Rebecca, it's quite the opposite.

Now, over twenty years later, Rebecca and I have a special connection with each other I believe is very rare.

We're a couple who has been together almost constantly for around eighteen years, and we still can't get enough of each other. It's because of this that I am comfortable with Rebecca exploring her sexuality.

Unlike my high school girlfriend, Rebecca won't betray me. She's quite unwilling to allow herself to "cheat" with anyone, even though she has permission.

Several months ago, I experienced that pit in my stomach when I discovered that Rebecca had been texting with G more than she let on. In fact, I wrote at the time that I actually threw up from the stress of it. I can smile now, as I know how much of an overreaction it was on my part. Looking back, I realize how much of a turn on it was to discover she was branching out.

Fortunately or unfortunately, my Rebecca is not the type to totally indulge me. It's impossible to explain to those who don't understand it.

I know she will control the situation quite carefully. It's under her watchful eye, that I can both indulge and practice restraint. It's a strange dichotomy.

Unlike my former girlfriend, I know that if Rebecca ever fully indulged in her freedom, I wouldn't lose her. We have reached a level of strength and maturity I never had when I was young, and few have at any age.

Friday, January 6, 2012

Lunch with G

Rebecca is meeting G for lunch today. As usual, she's very nonchalant about it. This morning, she asked me what she should wear. I told her she doesn't listen to my suggestions anyway as I usually go for something more revealing than she's comfortable with.

She laughed and said it's jeans day at work. I replied that it's not "mandatory" jeans day. Don't get me wrong, she looks amazing in the jeans she picked. Her ass is magnificent. One day I'd like her to surprise us both by going with a skirt, even possibly commando. He wouldn't need to know unless of course the topic came up over lunch.

I have some other thoughts to write about, but they'll have to wait until the weekend. I have a working theory on why I get this rush from the idea of her with another man. It might be a long post.