Red, Crotchless

Rebecca and I had a date night Friday. It was a busy week for both of us workwise, so we were looking forward to it. 

We picked a little spot we had been to close to her office. One of my nieces sat with the kids, so we were able to enjoy three hours of uninterrupted conversation. 

We talked about the usual work stuff, Rebecca had a big meeting Thursday with a difficult client group, which went well. I knew it had been on her mind leading up to it, so I was happy to see some of the immediate pressure come off her. 

I was coming back from a seven hour day of driving (for a one hour meeting), so I was ready to chill for awhile too. 

In the restaurant, we had a nice private table. We we were able to chat relatively undisturbed. Those with young children will understand how rare and important this becomes. As we talked, we held hands across the table, like we alway do when we're together. The waitress even called us "cute". (If she only knew we've been married for close to fifteen years.)

The subject of G came up, and we discussed the emails, and I got her thoughts on things. She said the whole thing is an ego boost, but then she immediately qualified it by stating she didn't "need" the ego boost, but it was fun nonetheless. 

We touched on her boundaries, and she made it clear that she has no "deep" interest in him, that she is only having fun flirting. I told her that as long as she's in control ( of her emotions) she was free to have as much fun as she likes. 

Rebecca mentioned that it was cruel to toy with him like that. I told her that my take was, if I was him,  not getting anything sexually fulfilling at home, I would welcome a break to my day having a beautiful woman like her flirting with me. 

That's when she told me a story from a couple of months ago. She was at work, and he emailed her, casually trying to guess what she had on. He guessed more less right, she was wearing a skirt and blouse, although he got the blouse color wrong. 

When she replied to correct him, she added that she was wearing her crotchless panties. 

Him: you're kidding right?

Her: I don't kid.

Him: Seriously?

Her: Seriously, red.

Him: I need proof.

Her: What kind of proof?

Him: Photographic

She didn't respond to that, and he followed up by asking how her day looked, seeing if they could meet for coffee. He also added he was losing his mind.

They didn't get together that day, as she was quite busy. It turns out she was just messing with him, and in fact, her monthly visitor was there.

She told me this as we ate. Knowing that my reserved wife was flirting with another man in this way really turned me on. I was hard under the table, and I told her so. 

A little while later, we got a call from our sitter, so we headed home to put the kids to bed. Rebecca drove the sitter home, then came home and we went to bed. 

Sex that night was hot. Rebecca came quite quickly, so I was able to enjoy her after she had "hers". I pumped her with the full length of my cock, driving in and out of her dripping pussy. I shared my thought with her that she should go out for drinks sometime with him, but this time she should wear the crotchless. That thought alone pushed me over the edge and I filled her completely.

Still on the theme of the red crotchless last night, I asked her if I could take a couple of pictures for either my private stash or even for the blog. 

It's been awhile since her last waxing, so she promised to let me snap a few this week after her "appointment". She's going to Phoenix on a girls trip this weekend, so she has to be pool ready. This "girls" trip is to celebrate my mom's 70th birthday, so it will be tame.

At the very least, I'll have some pics of her to enjoy while she's gone...

Snooping

Last Saturday morning I was up early, letting Rebecca sleep in, when I noticed her blackberry sitting on the bathroom vanity. I had her password from a while ago, so I decided to take a look. I went to her gmail account icon, and fortunately it keeps her logged in. On it, I found four messages between her and G from Friday.

It turns out she is getting more comfortable flirting, and she may have not been as reluctant to step it up as she's let on. The first email I read was from her to him and must have been a continuation of a past conversation. She said something to the effect that he makes her mind wander, and she would enjoy a road trip with him. He responded alluding to her on an airplane ( she had told me some time ago that she had mentioned to him that her and I were members of the "mile high club"). Her response to him caught me completely off guard (in a good way). She suggested she could renew her membership, referencing a flight to a city they both travel to separately on business. 

That Saturday, she was taking a photography class, so in her email, she said he could stop by the class if he needed a picture taken. He didn't take her up on the offer, but his response was revealing. He said she should show the class the pic she sent him of her. He said it would win the class over. Initially, I was floored reading this. She has sent him a pic of herself, most likely from the boudoir session,( but there are others as well.)

It took a few hours for all of this to sink in. She hasn't been at all honest about their relationship, but I have to say, I'm not upset about it. Her dishonesty comes from her lack of comfort with this, and her worries about how I would react. The rest of that Saturday, I was totally turned on. She was too, although she never knew that I had read the emails. During that evening, we would touch and kiss whenever we would pass.

In bed that night, Rebecca came hard as she ground on top of me. I assumed she was extra turned on by her recent email exchange, which of course turned me on even more. I was as hard as I've ever been. Sunday, I was hoping for a sequel to the emails, but when I went to her BB, she had changed the password. That concerned me a bit. I commented on that fact when we were in bed Sunday night. My emotions were on edge, not because of the content of the emails, but because of her need to hide it from me. A million thoughts were running through my mind.

Was she hiding things because she was falling in love? I quickly blurted out my thoughts as we lay in the dark. She turned over and kissed me passionately. She reassured me that she was mine forever. That was all I needed to hear. I kissed her back and we made out like we were eighteen. 

As luck would have it, her monthly visitor had arrived, so I was going crazy with lust, unable to have her. Surprising me, Rebecca simply said, "I want to taste you." She pulled me up so my cock was even with her lips, and took me into her mouth. Up until this point, I hadn't officially confessed that I had looked through her emails, so  I told her as she sucked on me. It was amazing. I started pumping back as I told her what I had read. When I got to the point where I told her I knew she had sent him a picture, I went over the edge, cumming in her mouth, down her cheek and onto her hand. We continued to kiss and hold each other tight as we fell asleep. I slept very well that night.

Looking back, I know she needs some privacy for her to enjoy this. From my perspective, though, I need to be informed to enjoy it. I guess we'll find our where the middle ground is. We love each other very much, and I trust her completely, but without any updates from her to me, this would simply be an affair. I'm hoping now that she sees I'm really okay with things and that I love her no matter what, she'll feel more and more comfortable sharing those critical details with me.  I also understand that we all need our own privacy and personal fantasies. We'll see how it unfolds. 

Fisherman's Intuition

At work yesterday, I was at my desk around a quarter to one, so I thought I would text Rebecca to see how her day was going. 

Me: How's your day?
Me: More specifically, how's lunch?
Her: Good and good. I just saw Rob. (Rob used to work for me, nothing at all interesting here)
Me: How's Rob?
Her: Good
Her: He says hi. I was at some italain 
Me: Some Italian?
Her: Guido's? On 11th. G emailed today asking if I was free for lunch
Her: How is your day going? I'm at the office now.
Me: It's good. I had a feeling...
Her: What feeling? Did you see me? You should have come over
Me: Nothing really, just a hunch. Didn't see you.
Her: Just a hunch? How so? 
Me: Fisherman's intuition.
Her: You're funny. I love you, fisherman.
Me: Love you too 
Her: You make me smile. <3<3 

It turns out G emailed her around 11 to see if she was free for lunch. We had talked some time ago, and I'm fine with her having lunch with him, and had agreed that if I was okay with her seeing him, she would be okay with my meeting him. 

After that text exchange, I had that familiar twinge of jealousy combined with lust that I have to admit I enjoy. What really made this completely enjoyable, was the way she asserted our love at the end. She was out with a man whose company she enjoys, but she let me know afterwards (even though it was just lunch) that she was mine. Very nice.

When we got home, I'm not sure how to describe our dynamic. Rebecca was very affectionate, as was I. Passing each other we would touch, then hug, then have a short, but sultry kiss. She smelled amazing, and I told her so.

In bed later that night, I slowly stroked her back as she lay beside me. I entered her from behind and enjoyed caressing her. I ran my hand from her fingertips, down her arm to her shoulder, lightly tracing my way across her lower back and ass.

We rolled over, and she climbed onto me, and started riding slowly. 

"You're amazing." I told her.

"Why?" she asked. 

"Because you're hot." I replied.

"What makes me hot?" she asked innocently (as she ground herself against me.) I knew she was being coy, sending out this probing question to see if I'll bite.

"You went out for lunch with another man today." I admitted.

"So you enjoyed that?" She asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes." I said. I was doing well up to that point, but I was getting close to erupting.

"Will you do it again?" I asked as I approached the edge.

"Perhaps..." she said, pushing me over it with the simplest of responses..





 

This Weekend

This weekend, we're supposed to go camping with some friends of ours. Our kids are the same ages, so they always have a good time together. As for camping, Rebecca makes no bones about no longer enjoying staying in a tent. She has moved on to the "rent a condo" type of camping. I still enjoy it though, as do the kids.

She's made an initial comment or two about possibly staying home while I take the kids. She took this week off from work and she could use the time to catch up. In addition, on Monday, she's flying out of town for an overnight trip, so she could really use the time to stay home and prepare.

Now she'll definitely say I'm strange, but the thought of her alone for the weekend turns me on immensely. I'd like to think she would use the time to indulge herself a little. My mind wanders to her alone for the weekend, and getting convinced to go for drinks with G. At the very least, she might use the time to chat online with him or someone else. If my mind is left to it's own devices, it soon has someone over at our house, sharing a glass of wine and seducing her. I know these thoughts aren't "normal" for a married man to think of, but I can't tell you how exciting I find the whole notion.

Of course, books have been written about wives on out of town business trips, so I won't even begin to tell you what I think of when she's away. I'm sure most of you can fill in the blanks. I'd love for her to call me from her hotel room to tell me she's met someone, and he's joining her in her room for drinks. Even if she was just teasing me, it would be completely arousing.

Edit: I forgot that she has a waxing appointment this afternoon. So I have to add that to the fantasy as well.

A Hot Weekend

Friday after work I was extremely tired. The week was exhausting from a work perspective, and I really just wanted to get to bed in good time and start the weekend fresh. On the way home from work, Rebecca informed me she went for coffee that afternoon with "someone". Apparently G was downtown to get his car fixed so he called her up to meet for coffee.

I was too tired to give much of a response, it really didn't bother me nor did it turn me on at the time she told me. We went to bed early that night, and I fell asleep sometime before Rebecca (while she read her book). I was lying on my side, asleep, when I awoke to a hand touching my lower back very gently. The hand started creeping around to the front of my boxers, and before it was there, I was rock hard. She reached under my waist band and gently started stroking me from behind.

She had my undivided attention now, so I turned around and laid on my back. Rebecca undressed and mounted me, sliding down on my shaft until I was as deep as possible. I'm not certain if it was because I was freshly awake, or if I had thoughts of her meeting G in the back of my mind, but I came quite quickly. I softened a little, so I went to roll her over onto her back to allow me to gain my second wind (I get hard quicker when I'm on top.) She surprised me this time however, by moving onto all fours and presenting herself to me again. I didn't waste any time getting back inside her, doggie style.

Our second round became more animalistic and raw. I became extremely hard, in fact a lot harder than normal. She was literally dripping our come onto the bed, as I held her hips and pumped her from behind. It was pretty dark in our room, but I could hear as well as feel my balls swinging and slapping into her clit each time my shaft disappeared into her come filled pussy. I could feel our come coating my balls as it dripped from her, adding to the feeling of pure animalistic attraction.

I came not long after that, and collapsed on top of her. When we woke up the next morning, I couldn't resist taking her from behind one more time as she was still wet from the night before (or possibly wet again).

Today, I dropped our daughter off for a birthday party. When I got home, our son was playing over at the neighbor's. The house was quiet as I stepped in the front door, so I quietly went upstairs to find Rebecca. She was up in our room, and was startled as I walked in the room. She had her phone with her and said she was emailing a girl from her work. I laid down on the bed, enjoying a quiet house. Rebecca quickly straddled my thighs, undid my belt and started stroking my cock. She pulled off her shorts and panties as well as my shorts and underwear. She slid down on my cock, again riding me cowgirl style. This time we both quickly came at the same time. Her orgasm was quick and hard. We held each other for a few minutes, then she jumped off me to go get cleaned up before our boy came home.

I'm not sure what has come over her this weekend, but I'm enjoying it. It could be her recent contact with G, and the fact that I'm cool with it, or it could just be because she's getting close to ovulating. Either way, I'm not going to rock the boat. I half jokingly asked her on Friday when we were going to invite him and his wife over for drinks. I don't remember her exact response, but I seem to recall getting the idea that she isn't ready for that just yet.

The Bus

The kids are out of town at my parents for the week, so Rebecca and I have had some quiet time together over the last few days. This past Sunday we spent the day finishing our landscaping. Afterwards, we enjoyed a nice warm evening and some wine.

Without the kids around, we were able to have a really good conversation, although the wine may have helped as well. We were able to find common ground on G, with both of us able to see each other's pov. I suggested she doesn't need to avoid contact, since she's adamant about the "just friends" thing. 

In more general terms  she said that even with a relationship based only on sex, certainly, one of the two people will start to develop feelings for the other. I agreed that this could happen, and it would be up to both the husband and the wife to keep an eye on that. 

I added that having feelings was okay, as long as they didn't overtake the feelings which exist between the couple. I know.. easier said than done, particularly from my perspective, as I tend to worry about that. For now, she's probably going to leave G alone, but it's up to her.

It was a great discussion, in fact it was the best we've had in months. I hope she continues to feel comfortable discussing these things with me, particularly things that make her uncomfortable. I always find I feel better after it's off my chest, and I hope she will too.

Last night, we both worked until around 9, then headed home. While in bed, I told her to imagine she was on a crowded bus wearing a short skirt with nothing underneath. I get on the bus at a separate stop, and then make my way slowly over to her until I was standing directly behind her.

The turns and bumps from the ride of the bus would occasionally cause her to lean back into me. After the second or third time, when her ass moved backwards, she would suddenly realize there was a hard cock pressing into her. Instead of pulling away, she would keep her ass there, slowly grinding against me.  

I told her this story as I slowly worked my cock deep inside her. I described how, surrounded by people, she would slowly reach back behind her and unzip  my fly, freeing my hard cock. 

As the bus moved from stop to stop, I would slowly inch her skirt up to expose her ass. My fingers would reach under her from behind and feel the wetness slowly dripping down her inner thigh.

In the crowd, I would slowly, casually, bend my knees to lower myself until I could get my cock between her legs. Now from this position, it would still be difficult to get inside her, so this first step would have my cock splitting her pussy lips resulting with my cock head tenting the front of her skirt from behind.

She would be able to reach down in front of her and feel my hard cock head  under the fabric of her skirt. I described how I would be so turned on, and that a wet spot from my precum would form on the front of her skirt.

For awhile, the top of my shaft would glide back and forth between her slick pussy lips, rocking with the bus.

Eventually, however, she would want more, so when the tip of my cock moved back, a quickly timed adjustment of her hips would allow my cock to pop inside of her. The people around us would hear her gasp as she was suddenly filled. I told her that once inside her,  I would be less concerned about who was watching us, so my movements would become more pronounced, and my pumping would increase.

In our bed, I kept pumping her as I told her this fantasy, and I could tell she was getting very aroused.  I continued the story by saying that as she was getting fucked from behind, she would notice that several seats away, someone was watching her. 

I guess the thought of being watched pushed her over the edge. She immediately said she was coming and I felt the familiar spasming of her contracting pussy walls. 

As a husband, it's a beautiful feeling to have your wife orgasm while thoroughly impaled. I think every man revels in the knowledge that he's capable of satisfying his wife strictly with his cock. 

Having said that, I'm certain my story had more than a little to do with her getting off. She told me(like she always does) that she just likes the sound of my voice. While that may be mostly true, I'm sure the content had something to do with it as well. I told her that she didn't even let me get to the good part. She asked what that it was, but  I declined to tell her how the story ended. 

Suffice to say, she would have been surprised in this fantasy, to find out it was me watching her from across the bus.

A Quiet Summer

Where to pick up? After my last post, we went through a series of ups and downs, which eventually ended up with Rebecca pulling the plug on G.

A few weeks ago, I was feeling a little confused. Their relationship had turned into more of a friendship than anything else, and it made me uncomfortable. They emailed/ texted daily, which she told me about, and they were getting together for coffee or drinks about once a week.

It's hard to explain to anyone how I felt about it, Rebecca still doesn't understand how I could be jealous of a friendship, yet still fantasize about her sexually with another man. I never claimed I was easy to figure out.

Her strong values tell her that sex is something reserved for the one you love. How can I argue with that? Her values will however, allow her to become intimate on a friendly basis with another man.

My values are smoewhat opposite. I see the friendship which develops between a man and woman to be more threatening than anything sexual could be, particularly when husband is excluded.

This all came to a head was when I decided to email G and introduce myself. Without posting the actual content, I basically introduced myself and suggested we meet before things continued with him and Rebecca. I also said to hold off telling her that we've emailed until after we met. I know, Mr. Transparency (me) suddenly went covert. I hoped that once we met, we would be able to both convince her things were cool, and they could keep seeing each other. I know that direct communication like this makes her very uncomfortable, so I thought it was best.

He replied, saying he was surprised to hear from me, and that he would be fine meeting. His take, though was that Rebecca should know. I know, this coming from a man sneaking around on his wife. The irony is palpable.

Against my initial thoughts, I came clean with Rebecca that night and told her I had been in contact with G. Suffice to say, she was extremely pissed. I tried to reassure her things were cool, but to no avail. She took it as a huge betrayal, that I would go behind her back.

In my limited defense, I told her nothing embarrassing about her or us was revealed to him. I just thought he and I should meet if the friendship was going to continue. I told her that she would have introduced me to any other of her friends by now, so why the issue? She didn't see it that way, and we're still in different camps on that issue.

As it stands, she has broken off all communication with him, which I'm okay with. She has told me in no uncertain terms to not bring up the hotwife thing. That's not so easy. I'll do my best to honor that request, although I told her I'll still have the fantasies; there's no way to turn that off, and it'll be a shame that I can't share them with my wife.

This all happened a few weeks ago, and things are back to normal. Our love life is back on track, and she's as amazing as ever. She keeps getting hit on at corporate events, but I do my best not to react much when she tells me.

We went on holidays for a week, and each took books to read. She's onto the second book in the "Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" series, " The Girl who Played with Fire". Ironically, there is a strong HW character in the  books, Erika Berger. When we got home from our vacation, Rebecca had me read a section of the book which describes the relationship between Erika, her husband, and her friend/lover/business partner, Mikael Blomkvist. Stieg Larsson actually did a good job describing what I thought the dynamic should be like. Again, after I read it, I let sleeping dogs lie.

After I read the passage, Rebecca said she now understands something G had said to her one night they were out. When she told him I was aware she was out with him, he referred to her as Erika Berger. Oh well, I can't dwell on missed  opportunities. It's a shame though that she had to give up on something she enjoyed. For now, we may just be too far apart on the issue. It helps to get this written down, and I'm sure Rebecca will have a slightly different take on things when she reads this.

Take care, I hope everyone is having a good summer.