tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64414872539944801092024-03-21T18:36:10.826-06:00Intimate Thoughts of a Married Man.This part is simple.. I'm a married man who loves my wife dearly. This blog is about my attraction and desire for her, in all its forms. She is an amazing wife, mother, and lover. I enjoy how attractive she is, not only to me, but to others as well. This has gotten me in a little trouble over the years, testing our love for each other. Luckily, our experiences have made us stronger as a couple. This is about her; about us.Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.comBlogger264125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-68729020837261277442017-12-10T20:41:00.001-07:002017-12-10T22:26:28.453-07:00One Pile to AnotherThis past Friday Rebecca went out for drinks with two of her closest girlfriends. One of them, J, has never married, but has done pretty well career wise. The other, S, married, but Rebecca and I both think she settled in order to start a family. <div><br></div><div>Both of these friends have an inkling of Rebecca’s extra-curricular activities. Coincidentally, J is neighbors with the object of Rebecca’s affection from her first affair, G. This is purely coincidence, as G and his wife live on J’s block.</div><div><br></div><div>According to R, Friday’s wine conversation centred around the idea of happiness, marriage and affairs. Rebecca’s thesis was that you don’t need to be unhappy in a marriage to have an affair, or to see others, and you certainly don’t need to love the person you have an affair with. Her thought was there are always feelings, but she’s at a point in life where there’s a very limited number of people she loves. </div><div><br></div><div>Her definition of love is based on who she would jump in front of a bus to save. Our kids and yours truly make that cut. Other people, she said she would miss, but she wouldn’t step out past the curb in sacrifice. </div><div><br></div><div>Her friend, S has a similar definition of love, although I’m not sure her husband would make the cut. I’ve known both of these friends for over twenty-five years, and I’m happy to say we’re all fond of each other. Although they’re not privy to my views on Rebecca’s fun. It’s actually comforting to hear that they’re looking out for me. J actually told Rebecca on Friday “don’t screw it up”, referring to our relationship.</div><div><br></div><div>Back to S. She’s come close to having an affair or two, but as far as we know she hasn’t fully engaged. She was always the wilder of the three in college , and I get a sense she’s feeling constricted by her marriage and her very vanilla husband. The difference with them is that he doesn’t know how she feels, and he’s definitely not encouraging her like I have in the past with Rebecca. When J asked S why she doesn’t just leave her husband to go with a new guy, her response was priceless. She said, “Why would I jump from one pile of shit into another pile of shit?” Rebecca and I laughed when Rebecca told me that line.</div><div><br></div><div>Currently with Rebecca, things have gone cold with J ( her last fling). I haven’t encouraged her at all and it had become pretty vanilla around our house too. Over the last few months, Rebecca has been doing another workout program and she’s looking magnificent. I didn’t think she had room for improvement since she always has stayed in shape, but her body is for lack of a better word.. “hard”. </div><div><br></div><div>I enjoy our nights together , even when we’re just hanging out, and we both have a hard time leaving our bed in the mornings, especially on weekends. </div><div><br></div><div>It was interesting to hear how much her attitude on extra marital dating has changed. I think back to the first time I brought it up years ago. I think we’ve both grown up. I get a kick out of her lecturing her traditional friends on the merits of a more open marriage. </div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-58645867209779758482017-07-26T22:35:00.002-06:002017-07-27T11:26:00.742-06:00Shades of White<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal;">
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I thought it was a little weird, and I got that old spider sense that there was more to this. It was extremely difficult to concentrate on work, so I decided I would head over to the hotel bar where they were. I guess I figured I would stop by the group and introduce myself. (to J as well).</div>
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One morning last week, I got up as usual, ready to shower when R texted me from her work cell, saying she had left her personal cell at home and that she was going to come get it. Coming back home is no easy feat as she busses to work, so she'd burn up an hour of the day coming to get it. I told her not to bother, but she insisted, saying she needed it for her workout music. She was planning to go to the gym later that morning.<br>
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In the texts, they flirted heavily, including references to trying out several types of beds. They used a few pet names with each other and she commented how she was craving him. Unless you've been in this situation before, it's really hard to describe the feelings I experienced. Most "normal" people would describe their feelings as "betrayed" etc. I admit it was still gut wrenching to read those texts, knowing she has been downplaying their relationship.<br>
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When I came to my senses, I immediately took pictures of the screen with my phone and put it back where I found it. The last time this happened (with G) I reacted strongly and negatively. This time I had experience working for me. I wasn't sure how I was going to broach the subject, but I knew I preferred she was the one to tell me.<br>
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I have reassured her over the last year and a bit that I am cool with whatever she does as long as she can tell me about it. For the rest of the week I did my best to let her know that it was okay if things had escalated as long as she could tell me about it. Just like before, she was able to hold her cards close. Finally, on Friday night, I gave her the ultimate hint that something was up. I told her to pretend for a moment that I had actually opened her phone that day and read through her texts with him. Even under that pressure she refused to let me in.<br>
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This of course made me pretty irritable over the next day or so. If I hadn't been through it before with her and G, I'd be extremely worried about if she was planning to leave me. When you lose communication with your wife like this, it makes you question where you sit as a husband.<br>
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I tried to rationalize why she wasn't able to tell me about this development and it festered in me. It's easy to say that complete honesty is the goal, and while it is the ultimate destination, it's not a switch you can turn on. The road is a lot more difficult than than you'd think. <div><br></div><div>The important point I wanted to make with Rebecca, unlike how I reacted with G several years ago, was that I'm cool with anything they do, and almost everything they say. ( "I love you" would be a difficult one)</div><div><br></div><div>Rebecca had once again become dishonest by way of omission. That is, she would always tell me when they met, and most of what they talked about. She would leave out the parts that made her uncomfortable. I think a part of her still had a hard time admitting to me (and maybe to herself) that she was attracted to and had feelings for another guy.</div><div><br></div><div>We eventually hashed a lot of things out on Father's Day. I explained to her that the things she said in her texts (calling him hot, saying she craved him, etc) didn't make me mad. She just needs to share it with me. She opened up a bit more and admitted they've kissed/made out in the parkade at work. I think she was surprised when, after she told me, I put her hand on my hard cock.</div><div><br></div><div>We've agreed that she'll be more transparent with me. She joked and said that 99% of what they talk about is day to day and mundane. I said "then concentrate on remembering the 1%. "</div><div><br></div><div>After we hashed things out, we snuck upstairs and had some great morning sex. It's hard to believe we're coming up on 20 years of being married and I can still want her this badly. She ended up riding me to a great orgasm. I made a point of watching her face as she came, her eyes closed. </div><div><br></div><div>The rest of Father's Day was fun. We spent time as a family, with her and I in a constant state of connection. </div><div><br></div><div>It's been a few days and she's been good about staying true to her word. She's been sending me screenshots of their text conversations. Nothing too crazy yet, but it'll be a good test once there is. </div><div><br></div><div>Aside from that, Rebecca and I are heading to wine country in a week to spend some quality time sans kids. Soon after we get back, she's off on a girls backpack trip. Right after that, she's been invited out to a beer tent festival event with J. That one has the potential to be a late night.<br><div><br></div><div><br></div><div> <br>
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My birthday wish was to try to experience that again, so I suggested to her that my birthday present could be for her to go out on a "late date". She and her current friend "J" meet regularly during the week for tea, and sometimes wine, but it's always in the mornings or afternoons, and it's always in a "safe" environment. By safe, I mean in a public setting, often with other coworkers around.<br />
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The other thing she mentioned is she has a massage appointment this evening as well. She goes to a legit therapeutic massage clinic near our house. She also sees the same masseur each time. She likes his hand strength. She can take a lot pressure on her muscles and prefers strong male hands. Now I've forgotten the name of her masseur, but there was a point this winter when she hadn't been to see him for a long period of time, so he actually emailed her to see how she was doing. She mentioned that she thought that was strange, but I told her she's probably a highlight of his clientele.<br />
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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.</div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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. </div>
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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.</div>
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Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-73659569784809359022015-12-17T11:14:00.001-07:002015-12-17T11:14:44.828-07:00Another OHW post<div class="postbody" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As I had mentioned before, Rebecca came home after her last wine date and said she didn't enjoy spending time away from me, insinuating that she didn't want to keep seeing him.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">As much as I find the whole HW thing a huge turn on, I'm very cool with it not leading anywhere. I think the last time around (a few years ago) I pushed the situation and then didn't react well when she finally started to show signs of wanting it.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The roller-coaster of emotions, (lust, jealousy, angst, and love) is what keeps drawing me back. I have a theory that the more unlikely your wife is to do this, the more intense the feelings are when she starts to make moves in the hw direction. I don't mean this as derogatory to anyone, but if Rebecca had been a slut all her life, it wouldn't have come as such a shock. Instead, she's a very level headed, outwardly conservative woman. When she does certain little things, they have a leveraged effect on me.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Anyway, back to where we are now. When she said she wasn't that interested in pursuing things with him anymore, I told her I'm very cool with that (I am). Fast forward to this previous Tuesday and she told me after work that she was invited (and went) for coffee with him. Again, nothing major, but she did tell me that he told her she looked hot (she does).<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Last night I had a work function where I had a few drinks. while Rebecca stayed home and ran the kids around to their activities. I grabbed a cab and was home shortly after 9, then we stayed up for a bit and watched "Suits". When we went to bed, we started making out facing each other on our sides.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It's 50-50 as to who gets on top of whom, but last night she climbed up on top of me. As she guided me in, she asked me to tell her something. This is something she often says to me. In the old days (five years ago),when I first mentioned the hw thoughts, she would shut down and change the subject. Now, we talk more openly, but never anything too explicit. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Last night though, when she asked me to tell her something, I asked her, "What do you want to know?"<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">As she rocked, she said something along the lines of "Your deepest desire". I was buzzing still from my apres-work event, so I can't recall verbatim.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I do remember deciding to seize the opportunity, so I just went ahead and said it without sugar coating it.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">"I want to you fuck other men then come home and ride me like this."<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">There are times when you know your wife is finally being greedy about her own orgasm. She closed her eyes, sat up straight and rode me. I can't remember what she said next exactly, but her eyes were closed, and it prompted me to say more.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">"I want to have your pussy while you tell me how well he fucked you, how his cock felt inside you."<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">That one pushed me over the edge despite my whiskey buffer and I came inside her. At times like this, I don't get soft, so she kept going, her eyes closed, hands on my chest. She was on a mission. She came hard a couple of minutes later and collapsed on me. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I'll wrap this up soon, but there is one other relevant thing. During our last go-round with her dating her previous lover, she was regularly having her pussy waxed (professionally). I really enjoyed how smooth she got, and I'm sure he enjoyed it too. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">In the mornings, she typically is at work by 6, and I get the kids off to school then head in to the office. (and stay later) We often text as I'm getting the kids ready. This morning she texted me:<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Her: "Should I get a wax as a gift for you from me?"<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Me: "Yes!"<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Her (immediately): There's a 3pm available on Saturday.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Me: "Done!"<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Her: "Pain Sweat here I come"<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">(She says the pain makes her sweat).<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Her: "Booked"<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I was getting ready to shower as she was texting me and I have to admit, just the little thing of her booking a wax got me aroused. Crazy.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Anyway, that's all I've got... have a great Christmas everyone.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">- Slider</span></div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-34448168564938071392015-12-17T11:13:00.001-07:002015-12-17T11:13:00.408-07:00Posted to OHW<div class="postbody" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Well, not much to report. She was out of communication, (phone in coat, coat was checked.)She came home and filled me in on their conversation from the evening. She said she realized partway into it that she doesn't really enjoy being away from me like this. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I think he read into her lack of flirting, because the conversation stuck to topics of family and work. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Honestly, this time didn't do much for me in terms of excitement either. Maybe it's because it's a path we've already taken once. I went to bed early and she got home not much later.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Anyway, we'll chill over the holiday and see where things go in the new year. I'm pretty sure the notion of her dating on her own has run its course. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">In a way, it's kind of nice to be able to punctuate the end of something like that. I know we'll still find ways to stay "entertained" as a couple.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Merry Xmas all<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Slider</span></div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-38018528076838446442015-12-04T15:01:00.001-07:002015-12-04T15:01:57.504-07:00Post to OHW<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It has been a long time since I posted anything here. Some you followed our story though a blog I used to keep a couple years ago. For most of you, it won't be familiar, so I'll explain how we got to where we are now.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">About six years ago I started having fleeting thoughts of my wife with other men. I cant' say exactly how it began, but it grew until I felt I needed to tell her. She's a very conservative, somewhat catholic woman so it's safe to say she didn't react as well as I had hoped.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I still remember the short conversation in our bedroom bathroom where she said she isn't like that at all, and that she has always needed to feel a connection in order to be physical.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Like many others on here, we started talking more in the bedroom, with me pushing the boundaries of our discussions. She always reacted well in bed. I mean, she was never overly vocal, but when I hit the right topic at the right time, it's like her body would betray her. You could almost call her orgasms "premature" when compared to her usual timing.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Eventually, I let her in on my blog. Some time later, she began to read it. I guess it took her awhile to face the fantasy. On one occasion, I even gave her a trip to Vegas as birthday present. While nothing major happened, she definitely pushed her own boundaries by flirting and chatting with the men that her and her girlfriend met on the trip. At one point, in the Bellagio lounge, she was even offered close to a $1k to show a couple of men (including a southern judge) her recently waxed pussy. (Something she had started to do for my enjoyment).<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">One day several months after the trip, we were in the kitchen (funny how your mind remembers these things) and I mentioned how great her ass looked. Not even ten seconds later, she mentioned a guy at work in some unrelated context. I'm not sure it qualified as a poker "tell", but I was pretty sure the comment sparked a thought for her.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">The guy eventually left her company, but they stayed in touch, meeting for coffee. She would text me that she was "asked to coffee", and I would encourage her to go. Coffee dates eventually turned to drink dates. It evolved into Rebecca going to meet him for drinks in the evening, occasionally stretching late into the night. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I know.. looking back, I was pretty blind. I loved that she was out with him and hoped that she would let it progress. Each time she came home, we would have amazing sex, but she would "disappoint" me by saying that they just chatted, often about his sexless marriage. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Even at the time, I found it unbelievable that he hadn't made any move on her. I thought maybe he might be gay, or perhaps he let their relationship drift into the dreaded "friend-zone". <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Eventually, I'm embarrassed to say, my paranoia got the best of me and I key-logged our home computer. That lasted several months with nothing of any consequence so I guiltily decided to remove it. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Of course I did one last check and lo and behold an email account showed up; one I never knew she kept. I logged into it and found what was a veritable history of their relationship, including correspondence indicating they had been sleeping together for close to a year and half.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">This was heartbreaking and gut-wrenching to say the least. Anyone who has been through it can relate. Oddly enough (but maybe not in present company) it wasn't the sex that bothered me, it was the idea that she hid it from me. I mean, the times that she would tell me about a planned date, I felt like it was our little secret, like it was her and I against the world. Corny sounding I suppose. When I found out that there was this other level that I wasn't part of, well, it made me physically ill.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">When I confronted her, I can honestly say it seemed to hurt her more. There was no doubt that she loved me and that, coupled with her Catholic guilt made her cry harder and longer than me.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We put everything on pause to save our marriage. She broke it off with him and recommitted herself to me. It was kind of an unspoken agreement that I drop the whole hotwife thing, so I did. I wrapped up the blog and took it offline. Occasionally, I'd mention him and I could see the guilt take her over.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">All that was almost three years ago this past November. We've reached a point where she knows I still love the idea of her embracing her sexuality with other men, but we don't really discuss it in detail. Don't get me wrong, sex is amazing with her. It's just hard to reach that same level once you've had a high that high. At times, I would still fantasize and think about her meeting up with him. Crazy, I know. Fortunately, she's been a rock. I'm not sure how I would have handled things if she had strayed back to him.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">This past Tuesday, I was walking from the car to my office, when she sent me a text. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">"I've been invited for wine - thursday".<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I can't explain why, and it's embarrassing, but I felt that goddamn familiar twinge. And I loved it. I'm happy to say, it's not her ex bf, but another guy in her company possessing many of the traits she likes. It has started along a familiar path and has stirred up many feeling, mainly sexual and all good. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We had sex that night and it had that extra boost I hadn't felt for awhile. She was amazing. I have always loved my wife, but I just want her more. Again, difficult to explain if you haven't experienced it.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">She met him yesterday after work. I made sure to clear her path in terms of taking care of the kids, getting them to their appointments etc. so she would have the time. I had a meeting that went later in the evening and found it difficult to concentrate. (I've been there before.) <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">She didn't answer my texts right away, and I made a conscious effort to not barrage her. At one point my mind started going onto tangents of her getting kidnapped or worse, and I had to tell myself to get a grip.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">When I got home, she was watching "Modern Family" with a kid under each arm. She's an amazing woman. We eventually were able to talk, and while there wasn't anything huge that happened, it was pretty clear that this was a date. They shared relatively pricey bottle of wine that he paid for and talked a lot. I think she's getting better now at picking up on the sexual innuendo in her conversations. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">We had very passionate sex last night. Even better than the sex, is the fact that we're back to acting like we have our own little secret. She was telling me more about their conversation this morning, again nothing too sexual, but I can tell she's starting to like him, and that seems to turn a switch on in me.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">As I was leaving to come to the office, she said she doesn't know why he has taken an interest in her. We used to always joke about the "Vegas vibe". I told her she still has it. She's an outgoing, intelligent, sexy,and extremely fit, forty-something woman. It's a no brainer.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Finally, I know that some of you reading this will question her sincerity and honesty as far as this new relationship goes. All I can say is there is way more to us than what I have typed here. I can't begin to capture (in this short account) the strength and depth of our relationship over the 18 years we've been married.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">I'm going into this next phase of things with my head up, and with more patience than before. It was easy back then to let my jealousy overtake my excitement, something I think contributed al lot to Rebecca keeping things hidden from me. Older and wiser as they say.<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Anyway, I've rambled on. Since I don't keep the blog anymore, I thought I'd post some of this here. OHW has been a good resource and the people on here helped me through the "dark days" a long time ago. </span>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-65242873727247709472014-11-20T13:07:00.001-07:002014-11-20T13:07:49.062-07:00IroningRebecca let me take a quick pic while she was getting ready for work at 5 this morning. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvi22HsBH5cfnpJDMlc6vb4OH5ClzxkntOM8RGL1sCH2ptkcdwMxMPeRD6Y9Uqsy9GUZVBmr8Mpz4Kc5O9_HYtOyBMDUGEITX40PZCHuIA74aG8vH3qHCb-TmRZON0H-yfP_vj-k1BwRc/s640/blogger-image--230063834.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvi22HsBH5cfnpJDMlc6vb4OH5ClzxkntOM8RGL1sCH2ptkcdwMxMPeRD6Y9Uqsy9GUZVBmr8Mpz4Kc5O9_HYtOyBMDUGEITX40PZCHuIA74aG8vH3qHCb-TmRZON0H-yfP_vj-k1BwRc/s640/blogger-image--230063834.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>As an aside, I'm thinking we need a quick shopping trip to Vegas in the next month or so. 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She lightly ran her fingernail under my bag, teasing me to grow my erection.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I quickly put the phone down, and pulled off her pyjamas and panties. I could feel how wet she was against the underside of my shaft as it rested between her lips. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I slid in almost in one stroke, and she moaned and gasped a little when she felt it deep in her belly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I had to pump slowly because I could already feel my cock twitch a couple times. I knew there was already precum leaking from me into her, and I also knew if I didn't slow down, I'd cum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To take the pressure off, I decided I should change things up and use my tongue. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sometimes when I go down on her, particularly after I've been inside of her, she gets a little uncomfortable. This time, she surprised me by reaching down and using her fingers to pull her pussy completely open for me. It was lewd and sexy, knowing she just wanted to be licked.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Her clit and inner pussy was fully exposed, so I took my time licking each gently at first, then firmly. 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As I pumped, I whispered in her ear that it was too bad that I couldn't lick her clit while my cock was inside her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I gently told her to imagine how it would feel to have a cock sliding in and out while a tongue teased her pussy.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"I'm going to cum!" She whispered hard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And with that, she came. I started spasming and shooting deep into her. When she felt it, her hips started to buckle and spasm underneath me, milking my cock even further. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We're meeting for lunch today, so I might bring up the subject and ask her what pushed her over the edge..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-73351959584509173482014-10-10T16:54:00.001-06:002014-10-12T15:27:32.873-06:00Long WeekendIt's Thanksgiving weekend for us northerners, so this Monday is a holiday for us. We don't have much in the works, just visiting my family an hour or so away. Things have been pretty much status quo for Rebecca and I, we've just been busy with kids and family stuff.<br>
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<br>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-22970434864625956612014-08-30T11:44:00.001-06:002014-08-30T11:44:32.722-06:00Getting Dressed This MorningRebecca paused while dressing this morning to let me snap a quick picture. 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True to form, she was quite productive around the house, cleaning the garage, and even assembling a desk for my Father's Day gift. <div><br></div><div>Her two nights out were pretty early and uneventful. She limited herself to one glass of wine so she could drive herself home. </div><div><br></div><div>Last night, we met L and J out for dinner since our daughter was staying overnight at their house, and we live about half an hour apart.</div><div><br></div><div>The kids sat together at the far end of the table while the four of us had dinner and discussed our upcoming vacation we're taking together this summer. </div><div><br></div><div>The house we're renting is near a large lake, so Rebecca thought it would be fun to rent a boat and teach the kids to waterski.</div><div><br></div><div>She wanted to run this by L and J, but her lead-in allowed for A LOT of interpretation. </div><div><br></div><div>"We were thinking of trying something new this year with you guys and wanted to run it by you"</div><div><br></div><div>" We wanted to see if you would be okay trying it."</div><div><br></div><div>"something we haven't done before that could be fun"</div><div><br></div><div>All the while, she hadn't mentioned what it was she was thinking of, and I could see J's gears grinding in his head.</div><div><br></div><div>Rebecca, in her usual lovely innocence had no idea what she sounded like, so I had to jump in and tell her to tell them what she had in mind, because I could tell that J was getting his hopes up. </div><div><br></div><div>When I said that, she said "we were thinking of renting a boat". About the same time he jokingly said "wife swap". </div><div><br></div><div>I was laughing as I welcomed him to my world, where she can say things to get my mind wandering while all the time meaning something completely innocent. </div><div><br></div><div>J was sitting next to me, and Rebecca didn't know what he said until I told her when we got home. Of course she was "shocked". I just laughed it all off. </div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-38910626138946714822014-06-10T11:02:00.001-06:002014-06-10T11:02:39.347-06:00Upcoming Fishing Trip<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This weekend is my annual fishing trip with the kids, a tradition my dad and I started close to thirty years ago.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I'm taking the kids AND the dog, so Rebecca will have a quiet weekend to herself. She tends to get a lot of things done while we're away; yard work, etc. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">She has one evening where she'll be attending a work colleague's birthday party at a downtown restaurant. Normally, I would go with her, but since I'll be gone with the kids, she'll go solo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I don't say anything to her, but of course I have my thoughts and fantasies about what she might do. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It would upset her but I do still think back occasionally to previous years when she was alone in town with G. She had told me, way back when, that she had given him a tour of our house when I was on this same spring trip. She won't admit that anything happened at that time, and I actually do think it was before their time "together" officially started, but it is still an entertaining place for my mind to go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Honestly, I'll confess, it did occur to me to contact G somehow to let him know where she would be this Saturday night, but it was really a fleeting thought, and I thought better of it. She would have killed me, and we've moved past him. Like I said, it was a fleeting thought, <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">butterfly inducing as it was.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I do know that she looks great after her recent workout program, so I can at least hope she'll dress in something flatteringly tight when she goes out Saturday. Maybe if she reads this before the weekend, she'll even indulge me and flirt a little. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I can't think of a better Father's Day present than her telling me a little story of how her Saturday night went.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmPc7DB6k36rHRT6mAcJi1E0C8Rrk0wgkhTcT_uZ5QO24nB_nBh5Tloc7raFHlfotMWJtFXQhensvgqZQGEOSHZQo9XobS_HtbR4GZqCfCsUjDipWvqxViNLwEeMeNnzdGbIjLJba9o5j/s640/blogger-image--599605571.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRmPc7DB6k36rHRT6mAcJi1E0C8Rrk0wgkhTcT_uZ5QO24nB_nBh5Tloc7raFHlfotMWJtFXQhensvgqZQGEOSHZQo9XobS_HtbR4GZqCfCsUjDipWvqxViNLwEeMeNnzdGbIjLJba9o5j/s640/blogger-image--599605571.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-72050234545302061292014-05-29T07:28:00.001-06:002014-05-29T07:28:18.680-06:00Summer HolidaysYesterday, while we were having supper at the kitchen island, Rebecca showed me a short texting exchange she had earlier in the day with J. <div><br></div><div>J is the husband of her friend, L. L is her good friend who accompanied her on that Vegas trip I wrote about a few years ago. ( I can't believe it has been that long ago) </div><div><br></div><div><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;">http://a-husbands-thoughts.blogspot.ca/2010/11/surprise-vegas-getaway.html?m=0</p><p style="margin: 0px; font-size: 12px; font-family: Helvetica;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Anyway, L's husband, J has always had a bit of a crush on Rebecca. It's funny, because we see him as a bit of an innocent guy. L was his first and only sexual experience,</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">We're going on a family holiday with them again this summer to our wine country. We rented the same house we did with them a couple of years ago. </p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">J was texting Rebecca to collect our portion of the rent, which was due to be paid. His flirting is all pretty innocent, but he joked about having to pay for their ( Rebecca and his) romantic week together. </p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Rebecca actually flirted a bit back, which surprised me. I don't remember the actually text, but she joked back with him.</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">Rebecca and I went on to discuss J and L's sex life. As I understand it, he's a bit of a "put it in and go" kind of guy. Apparently, L tries to give him directions, but like most men, he's too proud or stubborn to listen.</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">I can admit, even though it was pretty innocent, the conversation got me pretty riled up, so when we went to bed, I was all over Rebecca. </p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">I was massaging her ass while she was on all fours. She slowly raised up into the doggy position. I'm not sure what possessed me, but seeing her ass in the air like that, made me want to lick her. I gently tongued her ass and she moaned her consent. </p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">It wasn't long before I was positioned behind her, pumping her doggy style. I looked over and saw a jar of Vaseline on our bedside table so I opened it and spread it over her ass. Then, as I pumped her, I worked my finger into her tight ass.</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">The doggy position was actually awkward for this, so I rolled over on my back and had her climb on. This is her favourite position and generally cums easily. While Rebecca rode me, I got another glob of Vaseline on my finger and pushed my entire middle finger inside her. </p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">I thought I needed more lubricant, so I pulled my finger out to get a little more. As I was reaching for it, she started grinding harder against me. I could tell she was going to make herself cum, so I quickly, and pretty forcefully pushed the full length of my finger inside her tight ass.</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">The timing was great because she started cumming as my finger entered her, and kept cumming all along its length. I could feel her contractions on my cock and my finger at the same time.</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">She came down from her orgasm and I handed her the Vaseline. She sat up straight me, cock still deep and pushed her Vaseline coated finger into my ass. She rocked back and forth, pushing her finger in as deep as I had been in her.</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">It wasn't long before I came hard inside her. All in all, it was a great night..</p><p style="margin: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin: 0px;">I was writing this account in bed this morning while she got dressed. 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Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-64583622582970983732014-05-20T17:25:00.001-06:002014-05-20T17:25:09.736-06:00Back In the SaddleJust a short post to let everyone know we're doing great. Rebecca has booked a holiday for us in Mexico in July. I'm looking forward to seeing her in her bikini. Until I get the writing juices flowing, here are a couple pics she posed for when she got home from from work today.<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh0r8pOM7IaWOLFHDEZOEPy-EJ3m_MmvX-YXPRWubsT_u4-pnM3kfdj6y3dPv8LqwalX11Q2uWGICMcbokF4udKnNxnJIJOviiomgbJE69VQCTz2Z_tHJibz2cReHQEXypiV3fX_IoaSV/s640/blogger-image-2045155391.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvh0r8pOM7IaWOLFHDEZOEPy-EJ3m_MmvX-YXPRWubsT_u4-pnM3kfdj6y3dPv8LqwalX11Q2uWGICMcbokF4udKnNxnJIJOviiomgbJE69VQCTz2Z_tHJibz2cReHQEXypiV3fX_IoaSV/s640/blogger-image-2045155391.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIBTUf51boSFnNtR5OdOl1YkecjGCdbd_RbppBejm38x2qEFwyPqBU5wo4X69pGGV5Ow0Zjpzvii2Pnk4DcpNXNVatmmy0NWyTA4z04Z4lFaZYEjHfHbM3ezyUy-PzaFfSEHdR4im80Zz/s640/blogger-image--2071491078.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMIBTUf51boSFnNtR5OdOl1YkecjGCdbd_RbppBejm38x2qEFwyPqBU5wo4X69pGGV5Ow0Zjpzvii2Pnk4DcpNXNVatmmy0NWyTA4z04Z4lFaZYEjHfHbM3ezyUy-PzaFfSEHdR4im80Zz/s640/blogger-image--2071491078.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Her Bikini body is looking hot, and I can't wait for others to see it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-71180070145611630792014-02-25T13:00:00.001-07:002014-02-25T13:00:49.712-07:00Checking InJust checking in. Not a ton happening in the way of excitement, but Rebecca and I have been doing very well. <div><br></div><div>I don't bring up the hotwife thing much anymore, but I do think about it daily. Looking back I did enjoy her dating even when I thought it was "just drinks" with G. </div><div><br></div><div>Part of me is optimistic she might even just want to do that for a little excitement. There are still a few guys she stays in touch with through work, and I think she would enjoy going for drinks with a couple. One in particular, M, from an out of town office, seems to check in with her every once in awhile. This is the divorced M, not the married M who grossed her out a couple years ago.</div><div><br></div><div>This M seems to enjoy her company, and comes to town occasionally because he has a gf here. When he visits, he seems to find a reason to get ahold of R via text to say hi. I would assume he's fishing a bit for a date. I<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> think it could be exciting for her to go out for a drink, even if it was platonic.</span></div><div><br></div><div>Our sex life is still pretty good though, a couple times a week, which I'm sure many husbands would be envious of. </div><div><br></div><div>On a somewhat related note, I was reading reviews of "What Do Women Want?" By Daniel Bergner and I think I'll pick up a copy. It seems like he asks the right questions, which I believe is important, sometimes even moreso than the answers.</div><div><br></div><div>I'll post my thoughts on it once I get into it.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-57380764614847979272013-12-31T11:01:00.001-07:002013-12-31T11:01:07.701-07:00New Years Eve DayWe've been in cruise mode for the last little while, so not much in the way of news to share. I'm always thinking of course, and observing, so while Rebecca and I haven't touched on the HW thing lately, things do cross my mind.<br />
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Recently we were over at another couple's place for dinner. The wife is "L", who is the woman Rebecca went to Las Vegas with a couple of years ago. ( really, has it been that long?) Her husband is "J". If you haven't read the blog post from back then, you should, it was a fun trip for them, and they still talk about it when we get together.</div>
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L and her husband have been married a few years less than Rebecca and I. L was her husband's "first", which is something to consider since they were married in their late 20's/ early 30's. He was, and still is, a pretty quiet guy, which explains it a bit I guess.<br />
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We've gone on family vacations together and everyone gets along quite well. Over the years, J has become more comfortable around us and has even started flirting a bit with R. It's funny to watch, as he's not the most assertive guy in that respect, but Rebecca gets a kick out of his dry sense of humor.<br />
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Because of Rebecca's chats with L, I've gotten a second hand account of L and J's marriage/sex life. It sounds like he is much more of a "wham-bam, thank you ma'am" than L prefers. I think it has to do with a certain lack of experience. Don't get me wrong, we all love a quickie now and then, but I also think it's nice to take time to tease and drag out the "courtship" once in awhile. <br />
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He often retires to his office while L watches T.V. by herself. I think that most men, myself included, don't understand that a wife needs to be courted during the day in order to be turned on at night. Ignoring her from nine to five, and expecting her to want action at night just doesn't work. As Rebecca has put it, women need to feel close to their men to have sex, and men need to have sex with their women in order to feel close.<br />
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I guess many men think it's the wife's duty to put out on demand. Getting your rocks off while your wife just lays there barely scratches the surface of what a woman is capable of sexually. Over the years, I have really appreciated those times when I can tell Rebecca is turned on. I mean, I can take care of myself when the time comes, that is never a problem, but when she is excited, she exudes this sexuality that is had to describe because it's so discrete. In hindsight, it was there during her months of seeing G.<br />
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Going back to L and J, it's easy to see from my lofty perch what the two of them need. L needs to be seduced, preferably by her husband, but possibly by her own G. Her husband on the other hand, has to learn that a woman wants more than TV time on the couch. Given the right circumstances, a lover on the side solves many of these problems, but of course, problems can arise when the communication isn't there. <br />
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As for Rebecca and I, our sex life has been pretty good lately. I still fantasize about her with other men, but keep it filtered from her for the most part although last night my mind started to drift a bit. We were in bed, and I took off her pajama bottoms. I remembered the time awhile back during her relationship with G when at one point she turned over and offered herself to me on all fours. It was a small thing, but it was a watershed moment for me, realizing that it was the first time she had done that spontaneously. <br />
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Rebecca will read this and probably feel uncomfortable, but I hope she will understand that sometimes, I have to indulge my fantasies. It's hard to describe the feeling to someone who hasn't experienced it, but when she is bent over like that I can feel her pelvic bone pressing on the underside of my shaft, squeezing. At the same time, the cavity in her pussy opens up and I can feel the open space around the upper part my shaft. Finally, because the angle allows me to get deep, I occasionally feel my cockhead bump into her cervix. It's an amazing combination of sensations. Combined with the knowledge that G was inside her like that, I didn't last long, which is unfortunate.<br />
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I'm at a point where I don't feel much in the way of bad feelings from her being with him, and I hope she will start to understand it. We don't need to shut out the past entirely, but rather take what good thing we can from it. I'm looking forward to 2014 with my beautiful, sexy wife. <br />
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Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-43587345537105192242013-11-24T22:14:00.001-07:002013-11-25T10:26:51.791-07:00Grey's AnatomyRebecca and I have watched Grey's Anatomy since the series started years ago. The last episode we watched together had a couple in their mid to late sixties at the hospital. The wife of the couple had terminal cancer. During her stay in the hospital, she was interviewing women to replace her after she was gone. The twist in the story was she was interviewing the women to take care of her lover after she was gone, not to take care of her husband. Her husband was fully aware of her relationship as it had been going on for years. It was explained that both the husband and the wife had other lovers and were more like best friends.<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">One of the intern doctors in the show made comments to the effect that while it seems strange, the stability and strength shown by the dying lady and her husband is something to envy.</span></div><div><br></div><div>This of course got me thinking about things<font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif">.</font></div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">From my perspective, I will always be turned on by the thought of Rebecca with another man. I love the idea of her letting loose and enjoying her sexuality. There is no bigger turn on for me than that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The excitement I experienced by just the possibility that she "could" is hard to describe. There were a handful of times when she was seeing G that she came ever so slightly out of her shell and talked to me. And although I thought nothing had happenen yet, it was our little secret and I felt closer to her than ever before.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Of course that all came to a crashing halt with the discovery of what they really had going on, and what she wasn't sharing with me, but I'm mature enough now to know how difficult it would have been under the circumstances, to share something like that. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">But we were oh so close. Our sex life was on fire and I felt closer to her than ever. Not bad after fifteen years of marriage.</span></div><div><br></div><div>The catch was that in order for something like this to work, a couple must be focused on each other, and approach it by being completely selfless to each other. A wife who realizes how much she can please her husband by feeding that sexual energy back into their marriage will light a fire in their bedroom. A husband has to give himself over to his wife and experience his sexual excitement through hers. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">That sort of reciprocal trust is what true marriage is about.</span></div><div><br></div><div>This doesn't need to make the husband weak in the eyes of his wife. His strength comes from the strength in their relationship and knowing she will always put him and their marriage first. </div><div><br></div><div>Traditionalists will argue that there are several potential pitfalls with this arrangement; that a man and woman should be sexually exclusive. It has worked that way (kind of) for centuries, and it still can work. I agree that traditional marriage can work, but I can also argue it only works half the time, possibly less. Maybe if we were a little more open to these alternative arrangements, there would be a lot more fires lit in a lot more bedrooms, and a lot fewer broken marriages.</div><div><br></div><div>Rebecca and I came very close. We both acted very "human", which I believe kept us from making that successful jump. Now we're back safely on the solid ground of our monogamous marriage, and I am thankful for it. Maybe one day, as we both mature, we'll have another opportunity to take our level of trust and communication up a level.</div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-28961323717018719722013-11-13T12:59:00.001-07:002013-11-13T13:40:28.036-07:00The Old DaysIt's been long enough that I think I can reflect accurately on things. Looking back, it's easy to have pointed a finger at Rebecca and blame her for hiding the G fling. <div><br></div><div>I don't look back as often as I used to, but when I do now, I can pinpoint the times when I had given her every reason to be worried about my reaction, had she told me.</div><div><br></div><div>Even in the initial stages when I saw her starting to branch out, my reactions and jealousy would have given her every reason to be discrete. </div><div><br></div><div>At the time, it was unnerving to have gently pushed her in that direction, with her fighting it, only to see signs that she was actually attracted to him. The protracted dance of "I'm not interested", to snooping through her texts to learn it was the opposite was more than my maturity level could handle, and she would have realized that back then.</div><div><br></div><div>She was enjoying herself, but most likely feeling guilty about it. She's not a great communicator and I'm too much of a thinker. </div><div><br></div><div>Quite honestly, if I went through this again, knowing what I now know, I would still be challenged by the emotions I would go through. </div><div><br></div><div>No offense to the "slut wives" out there, but Rebecca isn't anything like them. She has had a grand total of three men in her lifetime. I think knowing that she is that discerning contributed to the angst I felt when things were developing with G. It's hard to control that emotion. </div><div><br></div><div>Oddly enough, it's the angst that I miss now. I remember her heading out for drinks in the evening, and even though I thought it was innocent at the time, the feelings were incredible. </div><div><br></div><div>Another thing I used to love was getting the occasional text near the end of the day saying that she was invited out for a drink and "is that okay?" It was something very hard to describe. </div><div><br></div><div>Anyway, that's all I have for now. She's a great woman, wife, mom, milf. I do miss the "old days", but I'm grateful beyond belief that after all this drama, she ended up with me.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-34787157854740666992013-11-05T08:53:00.001-07:002013-11-05T08:53:47.847-07:00One YearI just realized it was a year ago today that I discovered Rebecca had been sleeping with G. We're doing well, other than I still can't shake this fantasy of her dating other men.<div><br></div><div>Rebecca has been the perfect wife, reinforcing that she will never go down that path again. I'm very happy that she loves me as much as she does, considering I had a large part to play in her affair. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">She's a beautiful, sexy woman, and I love her more than anything. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">You would think after all we've been through, I wouldn't want to go anywhere near it. It's a tough fantasy to shake. </span></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Sliderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15171817534663911687noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441487253994480109.post-22218785524624841392013-11-02T21:07:00.001-06:002013-11-02T21:10:14.238-06:00Sounds like LasagnaI asked Rebecca last night if I could record the audio of us. She said yes, so I laid my iPhone beside us. I wasn't sure how well it would pick up the sounds, but I think it turned out quite well. This is what Rebecca sounds like. I have to say, it's even better the next day. Kind of like lasagna.<br />
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