Friday, March 24, 2017
I haven't felt the need to write much about R and I lately. We've been in a pretty standard holding pattern. I mean, she has a new "friend", but that it's following the same boring pattern of how it was with G at first. Many coffee dates becoming a developing friendship, which it, at some point I assume will become sexual.
The trick here will be how she manages this transition. She is still in denial about it moving forward with this new guy (see "Post to OHW") below. The situation has so many parallels. He's a successful exec, married, albeit somewhat unhappily. He's keeps his meetings with Rebecca to himself, and is quite cautious about where they meet. That fact alone tells me he is after more, but I'm not sure what it is.
When I've come up in their conversations, Rebecca has told him that I'm aware that they meet regularly. I'm not sure if this has thrown him off his game, but he hasn't made the crucial move like G did years ago when he invited her to his hotel room. Rebecca thinks he is inexperienced in these things. The fact that I'm aware may have confused him a little.
Saying that make it sound like she's already down that path in her mind, but what I get from her is quite the opposite. Like G, she seems content to keep meeting for coffee and sometimes wine. She understands the context of it all and she certainly knows where I stand on it.
At this point, I'm like a marathon runner who can't quite recall the last few miles; not quite tired of the race, but hoping for something interesting around the next bend. R will come home and tell me about their get-togethers and everything (I mean every mundane thing) they discuss. This consists of travel, family, work and a lot of very mundane things. They meet during the workday, so I'm sure that this contributes to the lack of sexual innuendo.
It's Friday today and R is trying something new. She typically has her pussy waxed once a month or so. There was a stretch of a couple years where she was only doing general maintenance. I like to think she's doing this to be ready should the time come when this guy makes a move. This month she's trying a "sugaring" which is supposed to be slightly less painful than waxing, but with all the benefits. We'll see.
I'm including a few new pics of R. It's been awhile since I posted any. Rebecca has kept in great shape for.. well honestly for any woman. I won't say "for a forty-five year-old" because really, she has a body of someone in her 20's. Hell, I would say that even grouped with 100 women twenty years younger, she'd still be in the top 20th percentile. I'm extremely lucky in this respect, and it would make any sane man wonder why I would want to share her. I can't answer that. Maybe it's my way of bragging how good I have it.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
I'm back. I thought I'd fire this blog back up and post a few thoughts on where Rebecca and I are now. Life settled down since the whole G incident and we've grown as a couple. It's been some time, years I guess you could say. My hotwife thoughts never really disappeared, but I did my best to keep R insulated from them so she wouldn't feel any pressure from me on that front.
Over the last year and a half or so, we've started evolving back in that direction again, but I'm trying not to push. She's still "seeing" the guy from her company for coffee, but nothing major has happened. She goes out of her way to tell me the details of their conversations, but a lot of it is the minutia of everyday life, etc.
I can tell that R goes through phases with him. They have developed a friendship much like the way her and G did, which I'm comfortable with. Things are complicated in the sense that he's married, somewhat unhappily,(like G) so there's not a lot of opportunity for them to see each other.
Rebecca seems to have learned how to use this to add a level of excitement to our sex life. The other day she mentioned she was meeting him for coffee in the morning. That night as soon as we were in bed, she rolled over onto me and pressed against me. I quickly got the hint and pulled off her top and bottoms.
I knew what the driver was for her making the first move, so as she ground against me, I asked her what she was going to wear to her coffee date. She still tends to avoid taking the lead vocally, so she responded by asking me what she should wear. I'll take a minute to say that she has a great wardrobe of professional work dressed, skirts and suits, all of which fit her tight figure amazingly.
I answered by saying she should wear something tight to show off her great ass. Then I asked her what underwear she will wear. Instead of turning it around on me this time, she answered, "my crotchless ones". She's learning how to push the buttons. She does have a pair of crotchless panties, and I knew she had no intentions to wear then to work, but in the moment, it was very hot to hear my wife say she was going to wear them to a meeting with another man.
She rode me for awhile as we had our "discussion" but I needed to change things up to delay my inevitable orgasm. I rolled her off gently and she immediately got on her hands and knees, offering herself to me like that. I slowly rolled her onto her back, saying that there was no way I would last if I took her from behind like that.
I don't recall a lot of detail after that, other than we finished with her riding me again with my hands on her hips. She had her eyes closed when she came, which (of course) in my mind had me turned on thinking she was imagining him inside her.
She leaves early in the mornings for work, but she always kisses me good-bye. Often I'm barely awake, but this time I made sure to pry my eyes open to see what she chose to wear. I wasn't disappointed. She had a great fitting work skirt and top. I didn't know which underwear she chose, but I heard the distinct snap of the elastic band of her stayup leg nylons.
As a bit of an epilogue, she didn't wear the crotchless panties, and the coffee date was pretty uneventful, which is to be expected for a 6:30 am meeting, but it was very nice to cross into that part of our sex life again. I'm fortunate that way.