Drunken Confession

Rebecca and I were at a wine tasting last night with L, her husband and a number of her extended family. We had a great time, sampling several wines from a region we will visiting with L and J soon. ( in three weeks)

Afterwards, we stopped by a friend's house to pick up the kids, and stayed for a glass of wine.

Rebecca is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to her alcohol, so she was feeling "drunk". Rebecca jokingly says it like her mother,with an eastern European accent, rolling her "r"s.

She came to bed in only a pair of panties, so I quickly pounced on her and pulled them off. We started making love slowly and I thought it was a good time to fully confess my fantasy to her.

I don't think I've never explicitly told Rebecca my thoughts. I usually try to sugarcoat them in a story, and subsequently back peddle a little to stay in her comfort range. I can actually tell when I've gone a little too far because I can see her back off an approaching orgasm.

As I pumped her slowly, I told her that since she was drunk and could use it as an excuse to not acknowledge my confession, I wasn't going to hold back.

I told her in no uncertain terms my fantasy of seeing her "get fucked" by another man. I told her I wanted her to look at me so I could see the pleasure in her eyes while he pumped her.

I confessed that all of my fantasies revolve around seeing her filled by another man, seeing her to cum on his cock.

Maybe it was the wine, but we quickly got past the point where she reacted uncomfortably. I don't know what she was thinking, but she started to respond to my cock sliding in and out of her. I know her well enough that I know she wasn't becoming a sudden hotwife convert, but for me to be able to blurt out the details of some of my deepest fantasies, and not turn her off was interesting to say the least.

There was a point where she was grinding hard against me, a point when I wasn't describing how hard and deep she would get fucked. Her eyes were closed, and I wondered if maybe she was thinking of who she might want that cock to be. We both came pretty hard last night.

She's still asleep, naked in our bed. I can't seem to sleep much past 6:30 these days, so I got up. Before I got up though, I spooned with my sexy wife, drinking in her smell and warmth. I can't describe how she smells, but I am definitely hooked on whatever pheromones she's putting out. It's funny how I can't describe it, but I can recognize her scent anywhere.

We're heading on a vacation on Monday, so we'll have our hands full with the kids at Disney World. She texted me yesterday to let me know she sbought "50 Shades" for the plane ride.

I'm going to try to give the fantasy a rest for awhile, although I'm already picturing Rebecca in a sundress, getting looks as we walk through the park.

Twice

Yesterday Rebecca texted me "want some action tonight?". I took that as a good indication her monthly visitor had left. I texted back that of course I would, but I don't want to schedule it.

We flirted the rest of the day. When we got home after work, the house was empty because the kids were playing over at a neighbors. When we went upstairs to change, she took off her skirt and laid down on our bed, seemingly inviting me on top of her.

By the time I removed her red panties, I was hard. I didn't waste guiding the head of my cock between her lips. She was already wet. This was, by all counts, a quickie. I came after a dozen or so strokes and flooded her pussy.

I had to go to an evening work function, but I told her not to get rid of all the evidence. I said we would continue this later, and I wanted her to keep some of me inside her until I got home. When I got off her, she laid there for awhile, and I watched as my cum already started to leak from her. It was quite sexy to see it flow out the bottom part of her lips, down to her ass.

I went to the work reception, but had my mind on her the whole time. I wasn't too late getting home. In fact, I was even able to help get the kids to bed.

We got ready for bed ourselves, and I watched as she came to bed in only her panties. I kissed her stomach.

"Your husband is a lucky man."

"Why?", she asked.

"Because you're a beautiful woman." I reached under her ass and massaged it as I kissed her stomach and her breasts. Her nipples started to stiffen.

"Do you mind if I take these off?" I asked and touched her panty line.

"No." she responded, so I pulled them down. I was hard for the second time that night, but this time I was going to play it as another man.

"Do you mind if I put this here?" I asked and placed the head of my cock
against her opening.

"No." she replied. I pushed into her. After a couple of thrusts, I was fully inside her.

"When was the last time you had sex?" I asked.

"Today." She moaned a little as she answered.

"With who?" I continued with the questions.

"My husband." She answered as my cock hit her cervix for the first time.

"Where did he cum?" I asked.

"Inside me." was her reply. I continued to pump her. Longer strokes.

I whispered in her ear as I slid in and out.

"Did you know the head of a cock is shaped like it is in order to remove competing sperm from a woman's pussy?

"Really?" she asked, genuinely surprised.

"That's the theory." I told her, still pumping. "So the more I pump you now, the more of your husband's semen I take out of you."

Her next question almost pushed me over the edge.

"Where do you want to cum?" she asked.

"Deep inside you." I replied.

"Can I sit on you?" she asked. I rolled onto my back and held my cock in the air as she sat back down on me.

She started rocking, and I reached up to touch her breasts and her amazing, hard nipples.

Another surprise. As I caressed her breasts, she bent her head down and opened her mouth. She was still inches from my finger, but she looked like she desperately wanted to suck it. She took it into her mouth like a cock, and I had visions of her sucking her husband's cock while she rode me.

I'm not sure if she had the same thought, but soon afterwards she asked, "Can I cum?" She didn't wait for my approval as her whole torso spasmed on me. When I felt that, I followed suit, shooting deep inside her.

Afterwards, she just laid on top of me, and we continued our conversation as husband and wife. I caressed her back and bum, reassuring her that she is mine.

Back from a Run

I went for a run this morning before anyone else was awake. When I came in the door, I could hear Rebecca and the kids laughing upstairs. I probably could have tweeted this, but it's a nice sound to come home to.

Massage Night

Rebecca was at the gym this week and worked on her legs, glutes and lower back. She has a working theory that your soreness peaks two days after a workout. Last night was day two, so I was up to bat.

After being interrupted several times by the kids, I was able to settle in and get to work. I asked her if it was okay if I took a few pics. She obliged. I did tell her she had ultimate veto power on anything I posted. This was my view last night. We'll see if she vetoes it.

(sorry, she wasn't a fan of the pic. It has been vetoed.) I'll work on a replacement she's happy with.

Monday Night

Yesterday as we made supper, Rebecca and I talked about our respective days, each relatively uneventful. She had a couple of emails from G, but nothing major on that front. It had been his birthday the weekend before, and it turns out his wife was the one who had too much to drink while they were out for his birthday dinner. Rebecca and I talked about G and his wife and how they seem to be moving even further apart. It doesn't help that he travels four or five days a week. Rebecca has basically become his vent, where he can complain about his wife without worry. I'm not sure if it helps his perspective on marriage by seeing through Rebecca how a good marriage works.

I suspect he believes his wife is to blame, which causes him to work more. His long work hours probably only exacerbate the stress on their marriage and make her even more unhappy. It's a vicious circle.

On the flip side, I can't wait to be with Rebecca. I enjoy making dinner with her and planning our vacations. Every day we share at least two or three long hugs, often in front of the kids. It probably sounds lame but I honestly believe our day to day physical/ non sexual contact helps to make our marriage strong. You can't have an amazing, mind numbing sex life if the rest of the equation isn't there first.

On the topic of mind numbing, last night was one of those times. It's hard to believe that after fifteen years of being married, I may have just had the best sexual experience of my life.

As we often do, we took a bath together after the kids went to bed. We chatted more about the day, and read our books like an old married couple.

I had an idea for after we got out and dried off, so I told Rebecca to stay naked. When we got to the bedroom, I played a song from our early days of dating and we slow danced together naked. As the song played, I opened a bottle of massage oil I had nearby and dripped some over her back and ass.

We kissed for awhile, then I turned her around so she faced away from me with her body pressed against me. I applied more oil, this time to her breasts and stomach and we kept dancing as I gently massaged her. Her nipples were extremely hard and I could see her oiled breasts from over her shoulder as I kissed her neck.

When the song finished, we moved to the bed and she laid down on her back. She was quite wet, so I was able to enter her even though I wasn't completely hard. ( must be over 40) That changed quick enough, and I was soon pumping her steadily. After awhile I told her how great the view was. Her oily breasts shook each time I thrust inside her. When I commented on the view, she responded by asking if I would like to see the view from behind her.

I do love to see her on all fours, so she turned over and offered me her pussy with her ass up in the air. I reentered her and soon I could feel my balls slapping her pussy as I pumped her.

I thought it would be nice to be looking at her oiled ass, so I poured more oil onto her and kept pumping. I knew I had to pace myself, so I pulled out and rested my cock along the crack of her ass.

She kept grinding her ass against me so I reciprocated by sliding my shaft along her tight opening. Every so often, I would pull back and enter her pussy and pump her again.

I poured more oil and let run down her back, between her ass cheeks and over her ass. While I definitely enjoy the feeling of her pussy around my cock, I was really enjoying the feeling of sliding my shaft along her ass. Eventually, I was spending most of my time there, with Rebecca on all fours pushing her ass against me.

At one point, I slid my cock down to the point where my head was positioned at her opening. That's when she surprised me by continuing to rock her hips and push her tight ass against my cock. In the past, when we have attempted this, I have pushed things too quickly, to the point of her having to stop from the pain. I decided last night that I was going to let her control the pace. To be honest, it was very sexy to have my conservative wife on her hands and knees pushing her ass against my hard cock.

She would rock for awhile, and I would hold my cock head against her opening. Every once in awhile, I ran my shaft between her ass cheeks to renew my erection, then place the head of my cock at her anal opening again. At one point we weren't making headway, and I realized I was pressed against that dimple above her ass (rookie error). I adjusted and was rewarded to feel the tip of my cock start to enter her.

She has never been one to enjoy anal sex, but she kept rocking her hips, pushing back against my hard cock. I maintained the application of oil, allowing it to run down between her ass cheeks. This time however it ran around my cock head pressed partially inside my wife. She kept pushing against me, and each backward movement caused her tight ass to stretch around me, taking me slightly deeper and deeper.

I realized at one point after around 20 minutes of this that my cock head was inside her. It was then that I gently started to meet her pushes with my own thrusts. Eventually, I was completely buried in my wife's amazingly tight ass. She surprised me again by continuing to rock her ass back and forth, slowly milking my cock. I can't begin to describe the feeling. It was out of this world.

I wanted to see how much she was completely enjoying it, so I reached under her to touch her pussy. I was rewarded to find her pussy soaked. I traced her lips I swear I could feel a drop of her juice (or was it oil?) hanging from her swollen clit. I began rubbing it as I gently pumped her ass and she moaned her approval.

At that point, I was pumping her ass gently but firmly and she really seemed to be enjoying it. I traced her lips once again, and found the wet opening to her pussy. My cock deep in her ass caused her pussy opening to be quite compressed, but I was able to slip first one, then two fingers into her pussy. From the angle, my fingertips had no where to go but against her g-spot. Like her clitoris, it was swollen more than usual. I began to stroke it, and as I did, I could feel my cock sliding against the other side of my fingers separated only by a thin wall. I have seen double penetrations in porn, and I thought at the time this is how it must be like.

Rebecca was really getting into having both of her holes filled, and I knew she was getting close to cumming. I kept pumping her ass harder getting me close to the edge as well. When she came, it was hard. I had the unique experience of feeling her pussy spasming on my fingers while at the same time having her ass spasming on my cock. Needless to say that was enough to push me over the edge. I pushed deep and emptied myself into my wife.

It's hard to believe that I could have the best sexual experience of my life after all this time. I think what made it so amazing was the fact that we took a step beyond our normal routine, and that she was the instigator as much as I was. Here's hoping we can top it someday. It's a memory I'll keep for a long time.

Folding Laundry

One of the kids is sick today, so I volunteered to stay home. I knew Rebecca is behind at work, and I'm able to work somewhat from home, so it made sense.

I thought I'd fold our huge pile of clean laundry. I learned a couple of things. First, Rebecca's jeans are a size 2s, and secondly, it's impossible to fold her underwear.

Rebecca texted me to say that she almost had to go commando to work, because she was late for the bus and couldn't find any panties. For better or worse, the laundry is folded, so she'll have something to wear in the morning.