Rebecca just walked up behind me turned my head and gave me a long deep kiss. I was sitting at the kitchen island wondering what to blog about. Things have been quiet on the HW front, although we did have some great action last night. We were out at another couple's house for a BBQ. Rebecca was wearing a new summer dress that shows off just how fit and sexy she is. I really do have to take a moment to brag about how well she's aged. She's 39 and she's hotter than when she was 18. Her body is tight and athletic, and her sex drive is ten times what it was when we were younger.
G is on the back burner a bit. She's adamant that she won't have sex with anyone other than me, although she is still seeing him and emailing regularly. She says has no need for sex since I satisfy her completely. As I've said before, I can't complain. On our way home last night, with the kids dozing in the back seat, we ran into some night time construction on the freeway. It added about a half hour to our trip, and all the while she was rubbing my crotch keeping me hard until we got home. Her summer dress had worked its way up so her white lace panties were showing and I was having a difficult time concentrating on the traffic even though we were only inching along. I'm impatient in traffic at the best of times, and I was having visions of her falling asleep/ passing out before we got home.
We finally made it home around 11:00 pm and put the kids to bed. I was ready in bed before her, and I was actually starting to drift off myself. The next thing I knew, Rebecca was on top of me, still in her dress, grinding and kissing me. It didn't take too long for me to get ahead of the situation. I pulled her dress over her head, flipped her onto her back and tore off her panties. I told her something to the effect that there are nights to make love, and nights to fuck. This was the latter. I pumped her hard, coming twice in her. I have to admit, I was so turned on that I only wanted to satisfy myself. I'm certain she never came herself, but she was exhausted after getting fucked hard, so she fell asleep quickly afterwards.
When I woke up this morning, she was still asleep with only her pyjama bottoms on. She had no covers on and she was curled up so her ass looked just perfect. I couldn't resist, so while she was still asleep, I pulled her pyjamas down to her knees and entered her from behind. When she started to wake up, I took off her bottoms completely, then laid on my back, pulling her on top of me. This is one of her favourite positions and this time it was her turn to be selfish. She rocked back and forth, grinding against me until she came. I held off until I felt her go, then I filled her for the third time in eight hours.
After we got up, we took the kids to a local fair-type event. As we were leaving the playground/ kids area, Rebecca pointed out a middle age man. He was in his early forties, and easily forty pounds overweight. She said, "That's "C"". I knew the name, but had never met him. He was Rebecca's first and only other sexual conquest. We never stopped to say hi. We just left with Rebecca commenting multiple times on how she definitely made the right choice.
After Rebecca gave me that long, deep, sensual kiss in the kitchen tonight, I asked her, "What was that for?"
Her reply echoed my thoughts about her. She said, "For aging well."
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Comfort Sex
We were camping this past weekend with my parents and the kids, so there wasn't a lot of one on one time for Rebecca and I. The one time we found ourselves alone, we were driving to a nearby store, discussing an article she had shown to me about "comfort sex". The gist of the article was how monogamous couples learn to please one another over the years, and that although it may get boring, sex with your mate is ultimately more fulfilling.
I agree with certain points of the article. I definitely know Rebecca's quirks and what gets her to her big "O" quicker. This is knowledge I've accumulated over the years, and draw on each time we make love.
Having said that, I told her this knowledge is just as much an evolution of me, as much as us. She's not a typical woman, but I like to think I've become a better, more well-rounded lover over the years.
One phrase in the article that caught my attention was "serial monogamy". This wasn't the first time the phrase was coined, but it was the first time Rebecca and I discussed it. She had kind of glossed over that part of the article, so I explained my interpretation of the term. I told her it's a little weird or even hypocritical in our society how people will date, then marry one person, having monogamous sex with that one person until they get bored, then cheat, get divorced, date and remarry, only to do it all over again.
My take is that if there weren't any societal pressures, you could fall in love with your soulmate, grow old with that one special person, while at the same time, never get bored, because you would be allowed to have other lovers along the way.
This goes some way towards explaining how I feel about Rebecca taking a lover, but it doesn't explain why I don't want one. I suppose the thought of her with another man is exciting enough for both of us.
During our conversation, she did give me a bit of a reality check when we discussed my "prowess". She said that although I could get her to orgasm nearly every time, she politely explained that if she did what felt good to her as much and as often as she would like during sex, there's no way I would last long enough for her to get off.
Of course, in my mind, I had the perfect solution for her.. a threesome. Another man and I could take turns giving her whatever she wanted, however she wanted it and for as long as she liked.
Currently, everything leads back to her present situation with G, so she wrapped up the discussion by saying that G had mentioned that a threesome was on his "bucket list". I assume that like most men, he was thinking of himself with two women but you never know. As for my conservative wife, I think that if she had two of us focusing on her pleasure, she would find it extremely erotic and fulfilling. At the very least, I find it interesting that she would mention this to me now.
That night, sleeping in the campground, I tossed and turned as I fantasized (and stressed) in my dreams about the details of a menage a trois. The weirdest part was that I couldn't even put a face to G, since I've never seen what he looks like.
I agree with certain points of the article. I definitely know Rebecca's quirks and what gets her to her big "O" quicker. This is knowledge I've accumulated over the years, and draw on each time we make love.
Having said that, I told her this knowledge is just as much an evolution of me, as much as us. She's not a typical woman, but I like to think I've become a better, more well-rounded lover over the years.
One phrase in the article that caught my attention was "serial monogamy". This wasn't the first time the phrase was coined, but it was the first time Rebecca and I discussed it. She had kind of glossed over that part of the article, so I explained my interpretation of the term. I told her it's a little weird or even hypocritical in our society how people will date, then marry one person, having monogamous sex with that one person until they get bored, then cheat, get divorced, date and remarry, only to do it all over again.
My take is that if there weren't any societal pressures, you could fall in love with your soulmate, grow old with that one special person, while at the same time, never get bored, because you would be allowed to have other lovers along the way.
This goes some way towards explaining how I feel about Rebecca taking a lover, but it doesn't explain why I don't want one. I suppose the thought of her with another man is exciting enough for both of us.
During our conversation, she did give me a bit of a reality check when we discussed my "prowess". She said that although I could get her to orgasm nearly every time, she politely explained that if she did what felt good to her as much and as often as she would like during sex, there's no way I would last long enough for her to get off.
Of course, in my mind, I had the perfect solution for her.. a threesome. Another man and I could take turns giving her whatever she wanted, however she wanted it and for as long as she liked.
Currently, everything leads back to her present situation with G, so she wrapped up the discussion by saying that G had mentioned that a threesome was on his "bucket list". I assume that like most men, he was thinking of himself with two women but you never know. As for my conservative wife, I think that if she had two of us focusing on her pleasure, she would find it extremely erotic and fulfilling. At the very least, I find it interesting that she would mention this to me now.
That night, sleeping in the campground, I tossed and turned as I fantasized (and stressed) in my dreams about the details of a menage a trois. The weirdest part was that I couldn't even put a face to G, since I've never seen what he looks like.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
"Ten Months"
Last night during a bath, Rebecca and I discussed my golf post and how she was different from her cougar coworker. She said she's not the type to dress slutty to go out and pick up.
The conversation continued into our bed where I gave her a massage. She laid down on her stomach while I straddled her ass/legs in order to rub her back and shoulders. As I massaged her, I told her I would have been okay with him coming over if the kids weren't around. I told her I could take the kids for a weekend to my parents' place, leaving her alone in the house. She commented how it would be weird to have him in our house.
I said that nothing would have to happen if she wasn't comfortable with it. I said it could be strictly platonic like this massage. She was face down with her top off so all I could see was her back as I worked her muscles. She said she did have a massage like this back in University, where she had her top off. She said all the guy could see was the sides of her breasts as he massaged her.
I worked my way down her back to the top of her ass. I reminded her that she has had plenty of professional massages where she had the top of her ass worked on, so it would still be considered platonic with G.
After awhile, I pulled her pajama bottoms down to expose her complete ass and told her I knew how much she likes her ass massaged, and I was certain G wouldn't mind doing it. She replied that it would be cruel, since she had no intention of reciprocating. I told her I'm sure G would still enjoy the experience.
When I finished her ass, I told her I would do her legs and still keep it platonic. I kept a sheet over her and slipped her bottoms down and off her legs. She was now completely naked under the sheet. I carefully uncovered her right leg, tucking the sheet between her legs. As I worked my way down to her feet, we kept talking. She told me how G had told her recently how he had stumbled across a colleague of his at the office late at night with a "friend". He had apparently interrupted them. As I worked on her leg, I told her that if she wasn't comfortable with him in our house, she could always visit his office. She laughed it off. When I massaged her foot, she moaned her approval. I finished her right leg and then covered it while exposing her left.
I was hard the entire time, still wearing my boxer briefs. I mentioned to her that if she can make her husband this hard during a platonic massage, imagine how hard G would get, since he hasn't had a woman in ten months. She said again it would be cruel. I told her to trust me that he would still enjoy it.
When I was done her leg, I straddled her back, this time "reverse cowboy" style facing her ass and legs. I slipped the sheet down to completely expose her ass, catching a glimpse of her lovely pussy.
As I massaged her ass, I worked a finger into her pussy from behind, followed quickly by my tongue.
She said, "that doesn't feel platonic.", but she parted her legs as she said it. I continued and she moaned her approval. At this point, we really hadn't established "who I was" as I sat on her back, leaning between her legs, tasting her smooth pussy.
From her response I could tell she was getting closer to her orgasm, so I got off her and asked her to turn over. As she did, I stripped off my boxers and climbed between her legs. I hesitated briefly with the head of my cock at her slick opening, then plunged it in. As usual, she felt amazing. She asked me how it felt, and I told her she felt perfect. I also told her, "Go slow with me, it's been a long time."
After a little while of pumping and grinding, she asked me if she could sit on me. I rolled over onto my back and she guided my cock in as she sat down on top of me. Because she was so wet, I entered her quickly, bumping into her cervix as I did.
She started to grind me as deeply as she could manage, my cock head circling her cervix deep inside her. I told her to go slowly.
She replied by asking, "Why? How long has it been?"
"Ten months", I replied.
And with those simple words, she shuddered and came.
The conversation continued into our bed where I gave her a massage. She laid down on her stomach while I straddled her ass/legs in order to rub her back and shoulders. As I massaged her, I told her I would have been okay with him coming over if the kids weren't around. I told her I could take the kids for a weekend to my parents' place, leaving her alone in the house. She commented how it would be weird to have him in our house.
I said that nothing would have to happen if she wasn't comfortable with it. I said it could be strictly platonic like this massage. She was face down with her top off so all I could see was her back as I worked her muscles. She said she did have a massage like this back in University, where she had her top off. She said all the guy could see was the sides of her breasts as he massaged her.
I worked my way down her back to the top of her ass. I reminded her that she has had plenty of professional massages where she had the top of her ass worked on, so it would still be considered platonic with G.
After awhile, I pulled her pajama bottoms down to expose her complete ass and told her I knew how much she likes her ass massaged, and I was certain G wouldn't mind doing it. She replied that it would be cruel, since she had no intention of reciprocating. I told her I'm sure G would still enjoy the experience.
When I finished her ass, I told her I would do her legs and still keep it platonic. I kept a sheet over her and slipped her bottoms down and off her legs. She was now completely naked under the sheet. I carefully uncovered her right leg, tucking the sheet between her legs. As I worked my way down to her feet, we kept talking. She told me how G had told her recently how he had stumbled across a colleague of his at the office late at night with a "friend". He had apparently interrupted them. As I worked on her leg, I told her that if she wasn't comfortable with him in our house, she could always visit his office. She laughed it off. When I massaged her foot, she moaned her approval. I finished her right leg and then covered it while exposing her left.
I was hard the entire time, still wearing my boxer briefs. I mentioned to her that if she can make her husband this hard during a platonic massage, imagine how hard G would get, since he hasn't had a woman in ten months. She said again it would be cruel. I told her to trust me that he would still enjoy it.
When I was done her leg, I straddled her back, this time "reverse cowboy" style facing her ass and legs. I slipped the sheet down to completely expose her ass, catching a glimpse of her lovely pussy.
As I massaged her ass, I worked a finger into her pussy from behind, followed quickly by my tongue.
She said, "that doesn't feel platonic.", but she parted her legs as she said it. I continued and she moaned her approval. At this point, we really hadn't established "who I was" as I sat on her back, leaning between her legs, tasting her smooth pussy.
From her response I could tell she was getting closer to her orgasm, so I got off her and asked her to turn over. As she did, I stripped off my boxers and climbed between her legs. I hesitated briefly with the head of my cock at her slick opening, then plunged it in. As usual, she felt amazing. She asked me how it felt, and I told her she felt perfect. I also told her, "Go slow with me, it's been a long time."
After a little while of pumping and grinding, she asked me if she could sit on me. I rolled over onto my back and she guided my cock in as she sat down on top of me. Because she was so wet, I entered her quickly, bumping into her cervix as I did.
She started to grind me as deeply as she could manage, my cock head circling her cervix deep inside her. I told her to go slowly.
She replied by asking, "Why? How long has it been?"
"Ten months", I replied.
And with those simple words, she shuddered and came.
Monday, June 27, 2011
The Golf Weekend
This past weekend, my dad and I joined a group of eight other men for a guy's golf getaway. We drove approximately seven hours to stay at a mountain golf resort and golf for three days.
The day before I left, Rebecca informed me that by coincidence, a divorced lady from her office was going to the same resort with a group of ladies. This woman is a cougar and was definitely on the prowl.
I ran into her on the driving range, and I made a brief introduction to some of the guys from our group. We only had one relatively single guy with us, so I figured this was his chance to get lucky. Actually, I think luck had very little to do with it.
After our round on Saturday, we stopped in at the nineteenth hole for drinks before dinner and found the cougar sitting with a friend of hers as well as her prey for the night, our single friend "S". it turns out she had her sights set on another of our posse, "F", who happens to be our married neighbor. Let's just say that F was totally into the attention, and by the end of dinner, he was telling us how he was "going to ride her like a rented mule." He's not the most eloquent of the bunch. I was snapping pics of the group with my phone, and he made point of mentioning to me twice that he didn't want anything incriminating to make it back home. I told him he's a big boy and he should take care of that from his end.
While on the trip, I was in more less constant contact with Rebecca as the situation unfolded. Although it was entertaining, my heart and mind was back at home with her. I hinted a few times to her that I wouldn't mind an email from her at some point, especially if any advancements were made on the G front.
I've been reflecting on the different situations a bit. In one case, you have a husband "F", who is willing to cheat on his wife when the first opportunity presents itself. My wife, on the other hand, has my expressed permission to do what she desires in the extramarital category, yet because of her commitment to me, she refuses to do anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not complaining.
It turns out that when G found out I was away for the weekend, he asked Rebecca in an email if she wanted any company at home. She declined, saying she was tired. Truthfully, she told me she there was no way she wanted him coming over. I asked her if it was because the kids were here sleeping, and she replied "no", even if she was alone, she didn't want him coming over. In my mind, I found the idea extremely hot, but only if the kids were somewhere else. To think of her and him in our home alone together definitely appeals to something in me.
If I were an optimist, I would say she was quite pleased that he tried to invite himself over. I might even think she didn't want him over because she wouldn't be able to stop herself once it started. I really don't know where it goes from here. Honestly, I think he'll reach a point where he'll stop trying soon. I would.
Back on our golf trip, with "F", I had a brief look at the most basic and unrefined part of the extramarital affair. If this is what Rebecca thinks it's like, I can see her reluctance to take the leap. It's really unappealing. On the other hand, I know how classy Rebecca is and I know if she chose to approach this from her own unique direction, she could add so much class as she set her own pace.
In truth, sex is only part of the overall event, there are so many things that lead up to it. She has enjoyed the flirting and the buildup, but in her mind there's not much else to build up to (no sex) I guess that's why I thought she would enjoy the internet emailing, dating, chatting etc. It would be like what she has with G with no pressure to meet, or have sex. It would also go a long way to satisfy my desire to have her flirt and chat with another man. She might even be more inclined to share her emails with me than she has been with G.
All in all, I think her time with G is wrapping up. I believe now that she has turned him down when they had an opportunity to be alone together, he'll start to understand she's just not into anything physical. With the sexual potential removed from the equation, I suspect he'll start tapering off his contact with her. Of course time will tell.
The day before I left, Rebecca informed me that by coincidence, a divorced lady from her office was going to the same resort with a group of ladies. This woman is a cougar and was definitely on the prowl.
I ran into her on the driving range, and I made a brief introduction to some of the guys from our group. We only had one relatively single guy with us, so I figured this was his chance to get lucky. Actually, I think luck had very little to do with it.
After our round on Saturday, we stopped in at the nineteenth hole for drinks before dinner and found the cougar sitting with a friend of hers as well as her prey for the night, our single friend "S". it turns out she had her sights set on another of our posse, "F", who happens to be our married neighbor. Let's just say that F was totally into the attention, and by the end of dinner, he was telling us how he was "going to ride her like a rented mule." He's not the most eloquent of the bunch. I was snapping pics of the group with my phone, and he made point of mentioning to me twice that he didn't want anything incriminating to make it back home. I told him he's a big boy and he should take care of that from his end.
While on the trip, I was in more less constant contact with Rebecca as the situation unfolded. Although it was entertaining, my heart and mind was back at home with her. I hinted a few times to her that I wouldn't mind an email from her at some point, especially if any advancements were made on the G front.
I've been reflecting on the different situations a bit. In one case, you have a husband "F", who is willing to cheat on his wife when the first opportunity presents itself. My wife, on the other hand, has my expressed permission to do what she desires in the extramarital category, yet because of her commitment to me, she refuses to do anything. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not complaining.
It turns out that when G found out I was away for the weekend, he asked Rebecca in an email if she wanted any company at home. She declined, saying she was tired. Truthfully, she told me she there was no way she wanted him coming over. I asked her if it was because the kids were here sleeping, and she replied "no", even if she was alone, she didn't want him coming over. In my mind, I found the idea extremely hot, but only if the kids were somewhere else. To think of her and him in our home alone together definitely appeals to something in me.
If I were an optimist, I would say she was quite pleased that he tried to invite himself over. I might even think she didn't want him over because she wouldn't be able to stop herself once it started. I really don't know where it goes from here. Honestly, I think he'll reach a point where he'll stop trying soon. I would.
Back on our golf trip, with "F", I had a brief look at the most basic and unrefined part of the extramarital affair. If this is what Rebecca thinks it's like, I can see her reluctance to take the leap. It's really unappealing. On the other hand, I know how classy Rebecca is and I know if she chose to approach this from her own unique direction, she could add so much class as she set her own pace.
In truth, sex is only part of the overall event, there are so many things that lead up to it. She has enjoyed the flirting and the buildup, but in her mind there's not much else to build up to (no sex) I guess that's why I thought she would enjoy the internet emailing, dating, chatting etc. It would be like what she has with G with no pressure to meet, or have sex. It would also go a long way to satisfy my desire to have her flirt and chat with another man. She might even be more inclined to share her emails with me than she has been with G.
All in all, I think her time with G is wrapping up. I believe now that she has turned him down when they had an opportunity to be alone together, he'll start to understand she's just not into anything physical. With the sexual potential removed from the equation, I suspect he'll start tapering off his contact with her. Of course time will tell.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Numbers
I had a good Father's day today. I got up and did 20 (and a half) km as week 17 of my marathon training, then Rebecca, the kids and myself took a drive to the mountains. We're lucky to be within an hour of some of the best hiking in North America, so it was nice to start exposing the kids to it. Along the way, there was some hotwife talk (of course). The topic of this conversation was Rebecca's "number", and how she doesn't want to increase it. For the record, she has only had one other guy before me, and as I have mentioned before, he was a little( a lot) on the small side. So that makes her number "2".
It's funny with the kids at the age of five and eight. You can talk a lot about adult themed topics without them catching on. We talked on our little hike about her limitations. From her perspective, it really comes down to her not increasing her "number". I had a quick snooze on the drive home (she was driving), and when I awoke, I told her that as far as I was concerned , there's no need for her to increase her number. I said the important thing is for her to enjoy herself. I said I am more than happy for her to go out with G, and tease herself. When she comes home, I'm the one who benefits.
We arrived home and carried on the conversation as we made supper and the kids rode their bikes out front. Earlier, I had forwarded her some comments from an existing website penned by a hotwife on why this particular woman enjoyed the experience.
"The greatest benefit of this lifestyle for us is communication. Free, open, raw communication....how many men have you shared THAT with? You've had sex with other men....how many men have you expressed to what it feels like to you to have sex with other men? THAT is special. THAT is unique. THAT is the elusive holy grail that a lot of couples who have never had sex with other people ever can NEVER have with their spouses. When you discussed this with your husband and he could see your point? That's like the greatest orgasm X10!"
It's funny with the kids at the age of five and eight. You can talk a lot about adult themed topics without them catching on. We talked on our little hike about her limitations. From her perspective, it really comes down to her not increasing her "number". I had a quick snooze on the drive home (she was driving), and when I awoke, I told her that as far as I was concerned , there's no need for her to increase her number. I said the important thing is for her to enjoy herself. I said I am more than happy for her to go out with G, and tease herself. When she comes home, I'm the one who benefits.
We arrived home and carried on the conversation as we made supper and the kids rode their bikes out front. Earlier, I had forwarded her some comments from an existing website penned by a hotwife on why this particular woman enjoyed the experience.
"The greatest benefit of this lifestyle for us is communication. Free, open, raw communication....how many men have you shared THAT with? You've had sex with other men....how many men have you expressed to what it feels like to you to have sex with other men? THAT is special. THAT is unique. THAT is the elusive holy grail that a lot of couples who have never had sex with other people ever can NEVER have with their spouses. When you discussed this with your husband and he could see your point? That's like the greatest orgasm X10!"
That really sums up what I get out of this as Rebecca's husband. To be honest, she doesn't need to sleep around for this to happen. The fact that we can talk like we do is amazing. Our sex life is amazing. My wife is hot, whether or not she is a hotwife. Having said all that, during our conversation in the kitchen, she said something while purely for my benefit, was extremely hot anyway.
She said, "Three is still a low number."
Friday, June 17, 2011
The Last Minute Invite
I've had a busy week, which is nice since it makes time fly. Yesterday I had a deadline at 4:30, so my head was down most of the day. Around 2:00pm, Rebecca email me this,
"I went for a quick lunch today. Last minute invite."
It's a very simple email, but it still made my stomach flipflop. I had told her some time ago I would like a surprise every now and then and it was okay for her to take the initiative.
After supper last night, I had to come back to the office to get ready for yet another meeting today, and as I sketched away, I was thinking of how sexy she is. Along with my arousal, there's always the lingering worry in the back of my mind that she'll start to fall for him. She puts those worries to rest when we're alone together. When I got home around 10:00pm, it was no different. She was laying in bed reading, and I was on her in no time.
We made out like teenagers. I took her pajama top off as she felt how hard she made me. I was rock hard.
I won't go into great detail about how great the sex was, but suffice to say , I came twice as Rebecca ground against me. After the first time, I stayed rock solid.
After the second time, We collapsed together, with me still inside her. As we lay there breathing heavily, my mind started to wander, I began thinking about her out for lunch with him. I could feel the blood starting to rush back into my cock, but it was late, so I quickly changed my train of thought. I know... I should have gone for a third, but I really did need to get to sleep.
She said lunch was nice, but nothing happened. I told her I would be very interested in getting another surprise email someday, when something has happened...
"I went for a quick lunch today. Last minute invite."
It's a very simple email, but it still made my stomach flipflop. I had told her some time ago I would like a surprise every now and then and it was okay for her to take the initiative.
After supper last night, I had to come back to the office to get ready for yet another meeting today, and as I sketched away, I was thinking of how sexy she is. Along with my arousal, there's always the lingering worry in the back of my mind that she'll start to fall for him. She puts those worries to rest when we're alone together. When I got home around 10:00pm, it was no different. She was laying in bed reading, and I was on her in no time.
We made out like teenagers. I took her pajama top off as she felt how hard she made me. I was rock hard.
I won't go into great detail about how great the sex was, but suffice to say , I came twice as Rebecca ground against me. After the first time, I stayed rock solid.
After the second time, We collapsed together, with me still inside her. As we lay there breathing heavily, my mind started to wander, I began thinking about her out for lunch with him. I could feel the blood starting to rush back into my cock, but it was late, so I quickly changed my train of thought. I know... I should have gone for a third, but I really did need to get to sleep.
She said lunch was nice, but nothing happened. I told her I would be very interested in getting another surprise email someday, when something has happened...
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Presentation!
Forgive me for the upcoming reference to a kid's movie, but if you can grant me some latitude, I'll do my best to show the relevance. Last night Rebecca and I had a "date night". We visited a couple lounges in our city while my niece sat with the kids. During our few hours of alone time, we talked, and a lot of the conversation centred on G. If the old saying has any truth to it, his ears would have been severely uncomfortable between the hours of 7pm to 11pm.
It did cross my mind that it could be interpreted as "strange" that on my one date night in a month with my wife, that we spent so much time talking about her relationship with another man. I still enjoyed the conversation. Rebecca is doing a yearly fundraiser for Cardiopulmonary research, and she said G mentioned that he would like to contribute to it "if your husband wouldn't mind" (or something along those lines). He scored some points with me just by asking so I told Rebecca that I don't mind at all. Of course, he's just out in the ether somewhere, not really knowing what I think about this whole dance of theirs, but at least he's approaching it as a gentleman.
If I had my way, I would have Rebecca confess the truth of the entire situation, but at the same time, I can understand her reluctance to do so. Right now, her and I understand our relationship, and its strength, but he might get a little freaked that we're getting so much entertainment from him pursuing my wife.
The more interesting part of the evening (from my perspective) came when she mentioned a brief email exchange they had last week. You see, last Thursday evening, she went out to a local pool as part of the training she's doing for an upcoming triathalon. It turns out G emailed her while she was swimming, suggesting if she was having difficulty finding the pool, he would give her directions. The directions just happened to coincide with his office location, where he was working late that night. Rebecca received the email on her BB as she was getting ready to come home from the pool. She casually told him she found the pool just fine, and that she couldn't come out to see him because she was "dripping wet", and she didn't bring any underwear.
I almost choked on my drink when she told me this. I had several thoughts flash through my mind. First of all, I told her I would have been fine with her going out after her swim. In fact, I told her I had thoughts(hopes) that she was pulling a fast one when she said she was going swimming. I guess in the back of my mind I hoped she would get a little wild without my permission. My second thought was of poor G. here's a guy going through a serious dry spell, and she sends him an email like that.
Finally, I told her that the one thing she needed to work on was her presentation. I told her I would have loved for her to bcc me on her response to him, as it happened in realtime. To receive an email like that while she was out would have driven me crazy. To hear it over drinks was exciting, but it pales in comparison to how I would react if she sent it to me as it happened. I told her I would have jumped on her the moment she walked through the door. Come to think of it, I seem to recall she came to bed and jumped on me that night, so I guess I can't complain.
Rebecca is still pretty coy about how she thinks things will unfold with G. She insists nothing will happen, but every once in awhile, she mentions a tidbit like that. I guess I'll leave it up to her to do as she sees fit.
It did cross my mind that it could be interpreted as "strange" that on my one date night in a month with my wife, that we spent so much time talking about her relationship with another man. I still enjoyed the conversation. Rebecca is doing a yearly fundraiser for Cardiopulmonary research, and she said G mentioned that he would like to contribute to it "if your husband wouldn't mind" (or something along those lines). He scored some points with me just by asking so I told Rebecca that I don't mind at all. Of course, he's just out in the ether somewhere, not really knowing what I think about this whole dance of theirs, but at least he's approaching it as a gentleman.
If I had my way, I would have Rebecca confess the truth of the entire situation, but at the same time, I can understand her reluctance to do so. Right now, her and I understand our relationship, and its strength, but he might get a little freaked that we're getting so much entertainment from him pursuing my wife.
The more interesting part of the evening (from my perspective) came when she mentioned a brief email exchange they had last week. You see, last Thursday evening, she went out to a local pool as part of the training she's doing for an upcoming triathalon. It turns out G emailed her while she was swimming, suggesting if she was having difficulty finding the pool, he would give her directions. The directions just happened to coincide with his office location, where he was working late that night. Rebecca received the email on her BB as she was getting ready to come home from the pool. She casually told him she found the pool just fine, and that she couldn't come out to see him because she was "dripping wet", and she didn't bring any underwear.
I almost choked on my drink when she told me this. I had several thoughts flash through my mind. First of all, I told her I would have been fine with her going out after her swim. In fact, I told her I had thoughts(hopes) that she was pulling a fast one when she said she was going swimming. I guess in the back of my mind I hoped she would get a little wild without my permission. My second thought was of poor G. here's a guy going through a serious dry spell, and she sends him an email like that.
Finally, I told her that the one thing she needed to work on was her presentation. I told her I would have loved for her to bcc me on her response to him, as it happened in realtime. To receive an email like that while she was out would have driven me crazy. To hear it over drinks was exciting, but it pales in comparison to how I would react if she sent it to me as it happened. I told her I would have jumped on her the moment she walked through the door. Come to think of it, I seem to recall she came to bed and jumped on me that night, so I guess I can't complain.
Rebecca is still pretty coy about how she thinks things will unfold with G. She insists nothing will happen, but every once in awhile, she mentions a tidbit like that. I guess I'll leave it up to her to do as she sees fit.
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