Friday, September 28, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
Bright Light City
Sorry for the lack of updates, but there's not a ton to write about. Rebecca got home safe and sound last Sunday, bearing gifts. She enjoyed being over there, but was ready to come home.
Her next jaunt takes her to Vegas. She leaves Sunday night. This is one I wouldn't miss, so I'll be joining her mid week. She has this amazingly tight grey dress she will only wear down there, so I have that to look forward to. Monday, she is going to a show with a guy from her company. Again, nothing interesting, she has no attraction for him.
I'm just in cruise control now, having pretty much exhausted myself thinking about her as a hotwife over the last few weeks. I'm going to channel my energy into some more productive things for awhile, like playing in a poker tournament while I'm there. She likes to shop, so I'll kill a few hours on Friday while she hits the outlet.
Her next jaunt takes her to Vegas. She leaves Sunday night. This is one I wouldn't miss, so I'll be joining her mid week. She has this amazingly tight grey dress she will only wear down there, so I have that to look forward to. Monday, she is going to a show with a guy from her company. Again, nothing interesting, she has no attraction for him.
I'm just in cruise control now, having pretty much exhausted myself thinking about her as a hotwife over the last few weeks. I'm going to channel my energy into some more productive things for awhile, like playing in a poker tournament while I'm there. She likes to shop, so I'll kill a few hours on Friday while she hits the outlet.
Friday, September 7, 2012
Over There
Just a quick note (not to change subjects from below), but Rebecca heads off overseas with work tomorrow. She'll be gone for a little over a week.
It sounds like she'll have a busy schedule, but she'll also have a couple of days at the end of the trip to herself. I'll try to stay focused at home with work and the kids until then.
If you're somewhere in Europe and happen to notice a sexy woman in a cafe eating alone, feel free to strike up a conversation. Who knows? Maybe she'll tell you all about her crazy husband...
It sounds like she'll have a busy schedule, but she'll also have a couple of days at the end of the trip to herself. I'll try to stay focused at home with work and the kids until then.
If you're somewhere in Europe and happen to notice a sexy woman in a cafe eating alone, feel free to strike up a conversation. Who knows? Maybe she'll tell you all about her crazy husband...
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday Night
Rebecca left around eight to go for a drink with G. I put the kids to bed not much later. I had left my cell phone in the car, so I thought I'd try to see how well the "find my iPhone" app worked.
It found my cell, and presumably in our car downtown near one of Rebecca's favorite lounges. I sent her an email to tell her my phone was in the car, so she would have to email me vs. text if she wanted to get ahold of me. She usually texts to say when she is heading home when she is out.
After a couple of hours at around 10:00 pm, I fired up the app and noticed my cell had moved to in front of G's house. At that point, my heart was in my throat. I thought maybe she was dropping him off, so I checked every once in awhile to see if it had moved. It stayed at his place for around forty minutes.
A million ideas flashed through my head as I wondered what she might be up to. It's hard to explain how it affected me, but I can honestly say I didn't have any negative thoughts. I will say, that once I knew she was parked at his house, I easily obsessive about checking to see when she would leave. Every time I confirmed she was still there, my heart would skip a beat. That feeling is where my addiction lies.
At about 10:40, I finally saw that she was heading home. It seemed to be a strange amount of time. Obviously she had gone inside, but in a short time like that, not much would have happened.
When she arrived home, I was pretty wound up, in a good way, wanting to reassert myself with her. She said they had gone for a drink, ( he had four) and while she was at the lounge, her monthly visitor arrived.
She said she dropped him off, downplaying the night. I mentioned that I noticed she had been there for around forty minutes or so. She just said that it didn't seem that long, and that he gave her a tour of his house.
It was all very anticlimactic. She said he never tried anything, that "it's not like that". Still, I wonder though where those forty minutes went. She knows she doesn't need to hide anything, and I do my best to downplay my interest in the specifics.
For something as boring as it might be in reality, there are some excruciating moments. There is also one main paradox to all this. The days she goes out she is extremely intimate with me. We have always been a touchy feely couple, but it's like it gets amplified on those days. It's impossible to explain, but easy to enjoy.
It found my cell, and presumably in our car downtown near one of Rebecca's favorite lounges. I sent her an email to tell her my phone was in the car, so she would have to email me vs. text if she wanted to get ahold of me. She usually texts to say when she is heading home when she is out.
After a couple of hours at around 10:00 pm, I fired up the app and noticed my cell had moved to in front of G's house. At that point, my heart was in my throat. I thought maybe she was dropping him off, so I checked every once in awhile to see if it had moved. It stayed at his place for around forty minutes.
A million ideas flashed through my head as I wondered what she might be up to. It's hard to explain how it affected me, but I can honestly say I didn't have any negative thoughts. I will say, that once I knew she was parked at his house, I easily obsessive about checking to see when she would leave. Every time I confirmed she was still there, my heart would skip a beat. That feeling is where my addiction lies.
At about 10:40, I finally saw that she was heading home. It seemed to be a strange amount of time. Obviously she had gone inside, but in a short time like that, not much would have happened.
When she arrived home, I was pretty wound up, in a good way, wanting to reassert myself with her. She said they had gone for a drink, ( he had four) and while she was at the lounge, her monthly visitor arrived.
She said she dropped him off, downplaying the night. I mentioned that I noticed she had been there for around forty minutes or so. She just said that it didn't seem that long, and that he gave her a tour of his house.
It was all very anticlimactic. She said he never tried anything, that "it's not like that". Still, I wonder though where those forty minutes went. She knows she doesn't need to hide anything, and I do my best to downplay my interest in the specifics.
For something as boring as it might be in reality, there are some excruciating moments. There is also one main paradox to all this. The days she goes out she is extremely intimate with me. We have always been a touchy feely couple, but it's like it gets amplified on those days. It's impossible to explain, but easy to enjoy.
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Back to the Routine
The kids had their first day of school, so we're back in the routine. On that note, we were working in the back yard yesterday and Rebecca mentioned she had an email from G. He's back from an overseas trip, where his wife and kids are staying for another week or so.
Rebecca remarked kind of offhandedly that he said in the email that he mentioned they should go for a drink this week. I replied just as casually that it's fine with me and left it at that.
She brought it up again on our drive in to work, asking what day would work. I said that any day would, especially if it was after the kids went to bed.
She was concerned, saying she didn't want to be our too late during the week, so earlier would be better. I said if that's the case, dinner and drinks would make more sense. It struck me at the time how casually we were discussing my wife going on a date with another man.
Around 10:30, she texted me,
"Would tonight work for a drink?" I replied saying I was busy and she should find someone else to go with.
I think she gets my sense of humor, but I haven't heard back.
Even this morning, I noticed an extra bit of pep in her step. I think that's what I enjoy about this the most. I like to see her happy.
Rebecca remarked kind of offhandedly that he said in the email that he mentioned they should go for a drink this week. I replied just as casually that it's fine with me and left it at that.
She brought it up again on our drive in to work, asking what day would work. I said that any day would, especially if it was after the kids went to bed.
She was concerned, saying she didn't want to be our too late during the week, so earlier would be better. I said if that's the case, dinner and drinks would make more sense. It struck me at the time how casually we were discussing my wife going on a date with another man.
Around 10:30, she texted me,
"Would tonight work for a drink?" I replied saying I was busy and she should find someone else to go with.
I think she gets my sense of humor, but I haven't heard back.
Even this morning, I noticed an extra bit of pep in her step. I think that's what I enjoy about this the most. I like to see her happy.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Correction..
After Rebecca read my last post, she said there was a correction to make. It turns out her friend was the one who was asked by another friend about the threesome. It wasn't an invitation to Rebecca. I guess it still shows how common the thought is though.
To respond to the anonymous comment/questions below, I don't think it changes anything in Rebecca's mind about monogamy. She is a strong woman, and although not necessarily set in her ways, she'll always come to her own conclusions.
As to what my preference would be, threesome or her out on her own, I don't have one, or rather, I go back and forth on what it would be. The important thing for me (and us) is that we experience the erotic nature of it together. That could happen in person, or with her recounting her excitement afterwards. I think the latter may be more difficult for her to do, since even with her limited dating experience, she tends to gloss over details I find exciting, since they make her uncomfortable. A threesome would eliminate the need for her to recount her experience afterwards, but it's a bit of a moot point.
I have found recently she has enjoyed the "implication" that she is enjoying two of us while we have sex. For example, last night she was right on the edge of cumming, and she warned me her orgasm was imminent. I stopped thrusting, and simply offered her two of my fingers to nibble on. She immediately took them into her mouth, sucking. I began to say, "suck my fingers like a cock," but before I could finish she came. It's hard to say whether that is what pushed her over the edge, or whether she was already going over.
She would deny it was the idea that she had another cock in her mouth. She likes to say it is the sound of my voice that does it for her. Maybe next time, I'll try singing to her instead..
To respond to the anonymous comment/questions below, I don't think it changes anything in Rebecca's mind about monogamy. She is a strong woman, and although not necessarily set in her ways, she'll always come to her own conclusions.
As to what my preference would be, threesome or her out on her own, I don't have one, or rather, I go back and forth on what it would be. The important thing for me (and us) is that we experience the erotic nature of it together. That could happen in person, or with her recounting her excitement afterwards. I think the latter may be more difficult for her to do, since even with her limited dating experience, she tends to gloss over details I find exciting, since they make her uncomfortable. A threesome would eliminate the need for her to recount her experience afterwards, but it's a bit of a moot point.
I have found recently she has enjoyed the "implication" that she is enjoying two of us while we have sex. For example, last night she was right on the edge of cumming, and she warned me her orgasm was imminent. I stopped thrusting, and simply offered her two of my fingers to nibble on. She immediately took them into her mouth, sucking. I began to say, "suck my fingers like a cock," but before I could finish she came. It's hard to say whether that is what pushed her over the edge, or whether she was already going over.
She would deny it was the idea that she had another cock in her mouth. She likes to say it is the sound of my voice that does it for her. Maybe next time, I'll try singing to her instead..
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Neighbors and Monogamy
We had our neighbor, M (no, not the stalker) over for drinks and then an impromptu supper last night. She's married, and her husband was at the football game, so she came over, drink in hand and ended up staying for supper.
We were discussing a mainstream article Rebecca had read, written by a woman who had been a mistress to several men over the years.
Our neighbor surprised both of us by saying that monogamy might be over rated. Her exact words were, "it's tough. It's a long haul."
This morning, Rebecca went cycling with a married friend of hers who commented on their ride that her and her husband had briefly discussed a menage a trois. Her friend had jokingly said the only person who came to mind was Rebecca. They both laughed it off and changed the subject.
That's fortunate because her husband isn't exactly the most attractive man in the world. I immediately thought of princess Leia chained to Jabba the Hutt. Great if you're Jabba. Sucks if you're Leia.
We must be at the age where people start thinking about swinging because it seems to be coming up more often in casual conversation. I still believe it would work best if only the wife does it, and shares her experience with the husband either through a threesome (in person), or by recounting the action afterwards for her husbands benefit.
The idea of "full swinging" is a good concept, but I think that in our case anyway, I would be the one who would actually enjoy her "enjoying" someone else. I know she would not be happy to see me having a great time with another woman. Actually, she would be pissed.. That may be one of the reasons why she can't understand why I would be cool with it.
We were discussing a mainstream article Rebecca had read, written by a woman who had been a mistress to several men over the years.
Our neighbor surprised both of us by saying that monogamy might be over rated. Her exact words were, "it's tough. It's a long haul."
This morning, Rebecca went cycling with a married friend of hers who commented on their ride that her and her husband had briefly discussed a menage a trois. Her friend had jokingly said the only person who came to mind was Rebecca. They both laughed it off and changed the subject.
That's fortunate because her husband isn't exactly the most attractive man in the world. I immediately thought of princess Leia chained to Jabba the Hutt. Great if you're Jabba. Sucks if you're Leia.
We must be at the age where people start thinking about swinging because it seems to be coming up more often in casual conversation. I still believe it would work best if only the wife does it, and shares her experience with the husband either through a threesome (in person), or by recounting the action afterwards for her husbands benefit.
The idea of "full swinging" is a good concept, but I think that in our case anyway, I would be the one who would actually enjoy her "enjoying" someone else. I know she would not be happy to see me having a great time with another woman. Actually, she would be pissed.. That may be one of the reasons why she can't understand why I would be cool with it.
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