57 Minutes of heaven...

As an awkward teenager, did you ever play seven minutes of heaven? You go into a darkened closet with a shy boy and fool around with your clothes on while you fear the door opening any moment even though the rules say do not disturb?

Like that.

But parked under the shaded overhang between an SUV and a truck with heavy tinted rear windows was a bit less private. Which made it hot enough to need the engine on to run the air.

(Jim has asked that I not be descriptive in any identifiable way...so I will say a sedan pulled upo with a non-descript guy in it. ~A non-descript guy with piercing blue eyes~ PHSSLLLT!)

"This is probably kind of a bad idea...."

"Oh, no, it can't be bad, we have agreed your intentions are to be good, and I have committed to refrain from corrupting you..."

This goes back to the transcription of a chat that Jim exercised veto and letting ya'all read. Essentialy though we were playing what if..had to do with Clinton's definition of is or if or whatsit. How far could he go before he would feel like he couldn't look Wifey in the eye and say, "I did not have sexual relations with that harlot woman."

Basically the rules were as follows:

Two hand touch above the waist. Wait that was inter-mural powder-puff football.

At least one person had to have all their clothes on at any given time. (We may have stretched that one a bit when I told him his belt was hitting me wrong and slipped it off and then totally cheated and unzipped him.)

Making out was OK. I had asked about lap-dances, he said if you can figure out how to pull that off in a car...go for it...

The theory was that in a car how much trouble could we get into? Especially in the company parkinglot? I didn't remind him I consider cars an aphrodisiac lately.

Total nudity was verboten. He actually stopped me when I started to reach behind to unclasp my bra, but I am getting ahead of myself.

We drove off quickly lest anyone notice I was getting 'picked up'. That's where I left the narrative above.

He said, "Yeah, but I forgot about Pheromones or maybe its just your perfume?"

I wasn't wearing any (worried about Wifey) but had rubbed some lotion on my hands. Its an Avon cucumber/melon thing.

I held my hand up to his nose and he kissed my wrist..."This?"

"Yes, seems like a 'clean' scent."

Maybe I'd better go with a more neutral hand lotion next time.

He laughs, "Maybe I should buy Wifey the same kind." First time he called her Wifey, I think it annoys him when I do, which is half the fun.

We basically drove around the block for about 15 minutes it seemed like but I am sure it was much sooner. I teased and flirted. I had said I wouldn't do ANYTHING unless he specifically OK'd it.

"Is it OK that the top button on my blouse was undone before I got in?" ~smirk~

"May I cross my legs the other way?"

"Lose another button?"...."And this one?"

"Would you like to see a hint of pink lace?" By now it was getting a lot more dangerous than driving with a cell phone and I suggested we park..

"Where?" we cruised a neighborhood that runs right up to the business district, but the neighborhood watch seemed out in full force..or at least a lot of floppy hat wearing gardening ladies.

"Back to work.." He protested that it is way to risky..not as much for him, he says he hardly runs into anyone that knows him from before he became a contractor, but worried about me. I pointed out that the smokers hung out near the door and the actual lunch eating or nooner-having crowd wouldn't be back for over 30 minutes...

SO we parked.

He seemed conflicted. Visibly aroused. Shyly embarrassed.

We had talked about his concern about "getting something started and leaving me hanging." I had assured him I was a big girl and I own a vibrator.

I unbuckled and leaned over to his side and kissed him. Deeply.

He kissed back. A lot.

I encouraged his hand inside my open shirt. He foiled the move with a firm hold on my ribs, though his thumb brushed the underside of my cup a bit. That felt really nice.

I reached to the side fumbled and futzed around and found the recline..this got me back from the less tinted front windows and got me in a more temptingly fuckable position.

I tried to reach behind and unhook, but he said whoa. (really)

I said, well, If I gotta leave my bra on, you have to see the matching panties. He retreated to his side without objection as I (seductively , I think) unzzzzzzzzziped my skirt and eased it under me and down to the floor. Now I am wearing a button-down shirt that isn't the least bit buttoned, a lightly lined bra with a lace insert that matches the lace in the french cut panties. There's even a little bow at the top of the panties, but nothing happens if you untie it, just the hotglue comes off. And the shoes...he does appreciate them...

I was thinking though I should have matched the shoes to the panties if I was going to strip down to them...then I realized that given the location, if seen that was the least of my worries...I wasn't sure he was going to notice if anyone came that way, and asked him. He said that 8 people had come out of the building since we parked and 7 cars left. He figures two were in one car...only one car had come into the parking lot. I'm basically fucking Rainman here. Ok not fucking, but I felt very sparkly....should have taken him to Vegas!

anyway we nuzzled and fooled around and played and despite wanting me to avoid even toples nudity, I'm pretty sure that when his hand cupped mmy breast inside my bra and eased it out and the cup under, thats kinda nude.

He actually said, oops and meant it...said.."I got a little carried away...wasn't going to...."

Whatever he was or wasn't going to do was lost when his lips and tongue decided to explore my very erect nipple. My nipple didn't mind the lack of conversation.

"Oh, my..." he said looking flush, and guilty and full of wonder all at once...

At some point I was teasing him mercilessly stroking the his white jockeys up and down the length of his cock, my fingertips on the fabric, just the sides of my fingers brushing his rigid member. He was so engorged that you could see the ridge of detail of the head of his cock...it was all I could do not to rip those shorts down and nose-dive into his lap.

Now you can see why my DH got the office blowjob.

Someone asked about that like how often hubby gets blown..I realized that answer lately (A LOT) doesn't match historicaly data trends and hubby is an accountant...Do men take gratuitous fellatio the way woman are suspicious of flowers "just because"? Hope not!

I Love love loved the whole thing. Partly I like the whole public thing. I like the whole orgasm denial thing..(although this was more than just orgasm denied, I don't know if there is a word for this level of denial.)

It was about desire, and sensuality, and forbidden, and fidelity and it was hot.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat despite Jim's misgivings that in my current nympho-maniacal state I'd be frustrated.

Fair warning though Jim - Next time you get your cock within arm's reach I am not promising not to gobble it up. I wouldn't want to make hubby suspicious if I come too home cock-hungry!

Oh, MY! Jim loved my choice of sexy for the day.

Yesterday. The 4" black stiletto heels were preselected. I opted for "none of the above" in external slut gear. He heartily approved of my choice of high-cut pink lacy panties with its matching bra. (I am all about matchy-matchy lately, hubby has even noticed and commented, and seemed to wonder about that.)

Wait, my perceptive reader....you ask, "If you weren't going to post the menu here and even if he stopped by unless he has X-ray specs, how could he possibly know what you were wearing?"

No I didn't email him the details. I just told him flat out when he asked. In person.

Really!

A handsome guy wandered up.(Well he reads this, if I call him fugly I'll hurt his feelings! j/k!). He was wearing a contractor badge and had that you look familiar look on his face. I thought maybe copy machine guy or maybe the contractors that were in a couple of months back on the cafeteria expansion. Dressed kind of like them, blue dress-style shirt but more durable? Tan khakis.

"Marge.." he opened with, "How have you been?" right there with my cubbie bunnies peeking a look which they dropped and back to work when I shot them 'the look'. I still didn't immediately think Jim when he strode up confidently. (Later he admitted he was dry-mouthed, heavily rehearsed and thinking this was a BAD IDEA).

Holding our his fairly soft hand he shook and said, "Jim....You probably don't remember me, I used to be in I.T. here and got hired away by a contractor when I tired of fixing your computer crashes?"

"Oh sure I remember you..." ad libbing "You here to see Bill? I remember you guys were always hanging out in your nerdy ways..."(pulled a name out of thin air, and nope, not a glimmer of recognition from the past...we don't think we ever crossed paths before)

"Yep, good old Bill, and Charley and you remember Cindy-Lou-Who right?" Later he admitted to making that up too..couple of improv artists are we.

His back to my little charges who were definitely eaves dropping and noticeably so, he slipped me a note:

What are you wearing?

...

Oh wow. I felt my modest cream blouse and sensible length skirt just fade from view. It was like that dream when you get to work and look down and realize you are dressed only in your underwear. The date night underwear. Like that.

So I said, "Oh you have to tease Cindy about something..let me give you a note to take to her.." My note said:

Pink panties and a matching bra..wanna see?

"Yeah right!" he said..."Cindy will get a chuckle out of that!"

"Oh wait I forgot..." I stalled. "Here." I added:

Meet me out front by the stairs that come down from the second level. 11:00am sharp.

He stalled deer in the headlights look, pretended to re-read the note, said "hmmm"
set his face a little, deciding and said. "Sure, I'll tell her."

I should have made an excuse to leave right then. I got nothing done for the next two hours and forty three minutes. I was sure that I had a crimson blush the whole times. I imagined I got speculative looks from some of my people, but no one said anything or asked anything..I made up a dozen back stories just waiting for the questions. I even checked my color in a shy metal paperclip holder and seemed normal but felt flush.

I slipped out early when no one seemed to be looking my way. I did the whole grab a bundle of papers and walk fast move as cover. I had to be careful laying them on the bathroom sink while I freshened my make-up. (OK that's a lie I din;t freshen it I slutted it up. Not full evening, or lady of the evening look, but lip liner for a little more pout, three more strokes of mascara then needed and a little smokey smudge at the eye corners...I thought "I got to remember to de-slut when I get back." I didn't but if anyone noticed they didn't say anything.

I realized I couldn't take the papers back so in violation of company policy I took them out of the building in my hand. I had my shoulder bag but it wasn't big enough to put them in without folding them up...silly little details seem to come to me...

Jim pulled up in his car and off we went...

...and then we came back.

I KNOW I am SOOOOO sorry..but he reads this and he's shy and interesting and faithful and well I scribbled something and won't to get it right and he demanded editorial control before posting...tomorrow I promise. But now you know why I was too busy on my lunch hour to post yesterday. I am I forgiven?

Yesterday I walked into Hubby's office...

...right after work, and walked out (past Prudence as I call her) with cum and a smile on my lips.

Why the in-office-visit quickie? Wouldn't you like to know? I'm sure my pleased and slightly bewildered husband would too!

I think I've mentioned I go in earlier and get off (giggle) before he does. I didn't want to wait (couldn't really) for some kind of sexual release, so I decided to give him one.

I am posting this from my phone, and will explain what got me revved up yesterday when I have a chance to post properly from Starbucks. Suffice it to say I had a HOT experience that left me wanting more, but not in a frustrating sort of way. (Well a little frustrating, but it was understood going in. ~er, so to speak...nothing went in.)

Update for today's post

(edit: Jim ~for whom I am on this week-long campaign of slutty attire to lure him out of hiding~ said he loves the sound of the shoes, has a shoe thing himself. I have agreed to wear nothing but them for the rest of the week until he gets a chance to slip into the building to voyeur them)


Added:
Good thing classic black pumps go with everything but it does limit my sartorial options. I already can;t reasonably bare midriff in the workplace, less the young sluts on my team outshine me, and well it's just unseemly for a 40+ boss lady. Further the 'one slutty thing at a time" means that the heels and a mini, or the heels and deep decolletage are out as well.

I will have to fall back on the "accidental" slutty signals. Mostly snug fit. Like "OOps is it cold in here of does this unlined bra and thin twin-set sweater not disguise the location of my erect nipples?" The "Oh, dear did the whale tail of my thong show when I bent over in these medium rise jeans?" is a good one but you can't pull it off all day, or you get a crick in your back form bending over all the time. Panty lines are sexy as I understand it from guys despite how hard we try to avoid them. No panty lines when there definitely should be some cause consternation as well. Camel toe is hard to pull off in the office, especially except on casual Fridays and I usually wear jeans and ones tight enough for that are hard to sit down in.

I've thought about it and decided I will not be posting my attire here for Jim to see lest he merely wait till my lunchtime furtive post and choose to stop by (or not) only AFTER he has seen the menu. I am damned sexy in anything and he will take what he gets when he finally deigns to lower himself to peep at me. So there!

Today's selection was...

modest attire on the outside, lacy cream colored matched bra panty set, and black pumps only kinky because of the 4" heels, but TOTALLY business appropriate otherwise..Interestingly I did catch a boy looking..(he's actually 26, but quite possibly a virgin except he lives with his girlfriend.)

OK that's kind of a lie. I didn't catch him looking I deliberately tantalized him into looking all the while pretending not to notice as he looked once then twice and tried (and thought he succeed) in not getting caught.

I had been thinking about the classic "shoe dangle" flirt when someone commented here and mentioned it. These shoes with their stiletto heels were made for it. Basically for those that are unfamiliar (and that leaves out all shoe/foot fetishists out there) there are several versions of this but basically you slip your heel out of the shoe and swing it back and forth on your toe distractingly. The innocent look on your face sells it.

What you are aiming for is the look that says, "Oh, that sexy shoe I am waving like a red flag to a bull in your face is SOOO far from my brain that I had NO IDEA I was even doing it."

Audience Participation

I am experimenting with posting from my phone by email. So here goes.

Hey you! Show me some love.

I couldn't have made it easier.

I made anonymous posts available so boss/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend will never know about your baser desires.

There's is a liked it / hated it buttons on the bottom of each post for the textually uncertain.

My email is available..(patient there please..thats kind of a deluge, but so far I've answered everybody.)

What I would like for comments on this post is questions...got a question?ask it, I'll answer..(probably). Email those questions in too...Got one today about girl-girl experiences so that will probably be a post of its own.

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Cocks, Penii, and Dicks.

A little side note on the nomenclature of the male sex organ in common usage by myself. (Mrs. Aspey must be beaming with pride at my remembering the word nomenclature from honors biology.)

I as a rule refer usually to the appendage on men I am fucking/sucking/grinding against/fantasizing about as a cock.

References to neutral men's cocks in settings that are clinical or descriptive or detached as penis'es..(penii?) (As in, "Hey Diana how big was his penis, might that be why ass-fucking was uncomfortable? Incidentally, remind me to mention hubby's encouragement of my rekindling my Diana acquaintance)

Guys that are rude/abrasive/assumptive and the like are referred to as dicks.Usually.

That said, if something strikes me as cute in a reference to the actual unit as a dick like when I told mentioned to a guy that I didn't need to see his "damned dick" and he responded in good humor, I kind of christened his as "Dick"..Like Nixon kind of. Maybe lowercase dick. Not for size but for it's polite reserve.

So, those of you that have them, when you are finished teasing, stroking, pressing your wrist surreptitiously in your lap..(Yeah I notice when guys do that, I wonder if they need the reassurance that it's still there, the center of their being their key that unlocks the secrets of woman...well that's going too far..)..when you have a hand free, feel free to comment about yours and what it is called. Do you have a pet name for it?

Those of you that play with them attached to someone else can join in too. If you are currently occupied with one, feel free to wait until it is unplugged from your orifice of choice to comment as well..what do you call them?

Jim gives a clue.....

Jim has warned me about going online from work, even from my own laptop. My cellphone is internet so-called capable, but its a PIA to use so I don't generally except checking email. (Both my "real" email and my super secret one. I don't use my super secret one much from there for fear that I will forget to clear everything and the title alone would raise eyebrows if hubby saw...)

OH! that reminds me a girl at work caught her hubby with a SECOND cellphone and so, obviously he is busted....people t work were talking about that some seemd to be a little too aware for the idea which made me wonder about a few people, that ws interesting to think about. One guy mentioned a (chip?) or something where you can have two cellphones in one? sounded worth looking into, don;t really want to ask the guy about it or he would of course wonder about me...hmm or maybe asking might be interesting..be a pretty subtle way of announcing, hey, I mess around...help me get a secret phone and I'll give you my number..;))

Off track, here. Jim has a smarty phone of some sort. he is online just about anytime I am...I asked him about it, does wifey suspect, isn't he risking getting busted at work, (that's when he said he was on his phone on the web) I assumed he was only online that way from work.

The other day he lost his phone, and was worried he hadn't cleared everything and maybe his fucks-like-a-pornstar-wifey would find it first. It stayed lost for like 3 days. The second day I realized that he was still online during work hours more often than just on breaks. I very cleverly deduced that he has some way of avoiding the I.T. Weanies snooping on him.

It took a while but I then connected the dots...he IS an I.T. Weanie! Now this place is huge but the I.T. department is a pretty small part of it. I looked in the directory and there is like maybe 15 guys. Ive met several of them who seem to find reasons to climb under my desk when do something to my computer and they mostly seem pretty young. Jim is like my age so??? Process of elimination.

I triumphantly told him that I had practically unmasked him and proudly told him what I had figured out. He asked me not to pursue this..(What? The worst I was going to do was approach each member of the department in turn and offer a BJ, the one that turns me down in loyalty to wifey would be Jim! ~kidding~ well, kinda.)

He gave me a bunch of what if's and finally came out with it. He doesn't actually work for the same company I do. That floored me...he knew all the right lingo, described things that you almost had to be here to know, and then there was the comment he made about my sexy red shoes being a little iffy for work...

At first I thought he has to be psychic or just lying about not working there because there was no frigging way!

He admitted that he actually did work her for quite a while, was in fact an I.T. Weinie, but got hired away by someone that had contracts with some of our equipment. Like outsourcing without the fun accent.

He explained that that was why he answered my hubbie's "hit on my hotwife" ad. Since it mentioned the company, he could picture all the people there in his mind and wondered what it would be like if it turned out to be someone he already knew from when he worked there. Would it be someone he had 'noticed'? Would it be a complete shock? So he played along with Hubby, to try to get hubby to give more information. When hubby quit responding he wasn't sure if Hubby had found someone else or got busted, or lost interest...(I think Hubby thought I suspected, but I really didn;t who would its too weird)

What about the shoes??? He admitted that after we had kind of hit it off, he made an excuse to visit a friend who works here and sort of "got lo9st" wandering on purpose through my area. (OOO my own personal stalker I teased.)

He said he just wanted to see, and he was sorry and , yada yada ..I told him I was flattered and intrigued and he could stalk me anytime...I mean hell, he helped me set up the blog, reads it all comments to me, makes kinky suggestions...sort of actually fucking me, he is pretty much issued an all-access pass. (P.S. if you ever feel the need to stray Jim, you definitely DO have all access..wink wink.. - wait did I say that out loud?? ~Sorry about causing you some Catholic guilt...~ No I'm not!)

So I got him to agree that sometime next week he will stop by. He wouldn't promise to say Hi. (Too, nervous, too married, too bad..:))

So I need to get busy planning something slutty to wear for each day of the week to entice him into either taking a chance or at least drooling to give himself away.

We had a very interesting chat about flirting, faithfulness, cheating, pre-planned vs. "just happened" and guilt. I'm going to ask him If I can post it because you can see the little wiggle-room, and why he is careful about the slippery slope.

Dishes and "Bitches"

I was reading a post at "at all times"'s Blog where he had in mind that his prospective Mistress/Wife would assign him or approve of a list of rules for himself.

Not a Horrible idea on its face and based on a well thought out post by Lady Grey on her blog. She had some excellent feedback for him in his comments section after he referenced his post. I wasn't sure I had much to add, but that never stops me in real life so I jumped in.

The whole Wife Led Marriage dynamic is interesting, but not my kink, so I am a little out of my depth, so I hesitated before advising him thusly:

OK...I'm a little bitchy today, so don't get all excited in a subby/domme sort of way because it isn't meant that way but to be helpful.

My husband and I went to a couples group once. There was a young couple that were both students, her I think carrying a bit heavier load than he was.

He was thinking kind loving thoughts of her and took the time do the dishes and scrub down the kitchen imagining with anticipation the delight she would display when she got home, tired, and realized the chores were done.

She was tired and didn't notice the ABSENCE of dishes in the sink. (Think about it..one day blends into the other..do you honestly expect that she inventories the contents of the sink before she heads out?) Yes doing the dishes means she isn't subjected to the PRESENCE of the dirty dishes but out of sight out of mind.

He had what is called a "planned resentment" he was all ready for praise or to pout if she didn't notice...not a good healthy thing.

I am not going to get into a "what is a true sub?" load of crappola with you...but if you love her and it pleases you to serve the acknowledgment you crave is not something you have control over...and really shouldn't have control.

Let go.

I had been composing a ~wtf am I doing?~ post about re-connecting with my husband and curtailing my recent extra-curricular activities and was distracted by, well all of you.

This comment that led to the post here was completely off tangent from where my head was just before when on another Blog, Wifey had referred to her husband (in a text to him) as her "little cuckold bitch". 'Bitch' twanged something in me and I started musing about how I could work that into casual conversation with husband....

Then I got IRATE at a political non sequitur tacked on and tacky on the end of an otherwise readable post. The ad homminem attack doesn't bear repeating here but it got me thinking about how much the Blog World stirs up emotions/debate/actions above and beyond the sought for sexual fix. Lots to think about too little time to comment/blog/screw around...need a clone.

Hot Tub...

Continuing to fill in the blanks of what i left out from Vegas...

Sunday we went down to the pool...he was pretty satisfied in a spent sort of way. I wanted to kind of continue the theme and make him wear a Speedo, but that seemed like pushing it...He wore board shorts, I wore my blue bikini.

He enjoyed the looks I got, and said something. Some outright some more subtle. No absolute stalkers, wasn't getting actually hit on. He expressed surprise at that. I explained that since I was obviously with him, who is going to be bold enough to hit on a married woman. He said that maybe he should disappear for a while. I explained then they would just figure he'd be back any minute...this whole line of talk was interesting and I told him so.

He persisted a little saying that if he was gone for a while and then went to the poolside bar by himself or I did, no one that came later would assume we were together...I agreed that would work, and couldn't quite get to asking, "So assuming someone hits on me, how far do you want me to take it?"

Partially because I know the answer, partly because I was afraid I might give something away. I dunno..I like the idea of maybe being kinky in some way with his approval, but I am having a lot of fun with having my little secrets.

So later we were on the way back down to the pool at sundown, he made some excuse about going back to the room leave his wallet. He seemed a little dissapointed to see me by myself onthe edge of the hot tub, and asked me about it. I said that single girls are waiting for someone, available girls pair up. Hmm he said...

"I'd be all over you if I was single, and you were by yourself..make you tell me you were waiting for someone."

"Alan, you are an accountant and a nerd, you were barely 'all over me' when we were dating..." He conceded I had a point..

"Hypothetically, if I was an average guy I'd try.."t

We giggled in the Hot-tub about reprising our exhibitionist play from Kellie & Eric's party. We decided with security and cameras and families sometimes coming through we'd end up arrested..

Talking about it made me pretty horny. I wriggled my ass against him and ended up eventually encouraging him to get a little hand-sy. I rode his fingers to a couple of nice orgasms. It wasn't as kinky as the last pool party but it was fun.

Joining the Mile High Club...

SPLAT!!

We busted out laughing, so if anyone hadn;t figured out already that there were two of us crowded in the airliner's bathroom, that might have gave it away.

NOTHING sexy about having a 'deposit' FALL OUT of my, er you know.

I was asked to elaborate about my refereance to doing it on the plane.

Basically we were fooling around in our seats and I whispered to him to meet me in the bathroom. I went first...he took a while to come, so I peeked out, he was standing there. Since there was two bathrooms, apparently someone else was in the other so he didn't want to knock to figure out which one..

I was wearing a blue short and top set I had bought for the trip so I slipped of the shorts and panties and propped one leg up on the toilet and leaned against the little sink...extremely uncomfortable, and I figured I had drained him so often this weekend that he wouldn't get off. Apparently whispering dirty things in his ear about how much I'd like to watch him fuck Sage (the dancer) put him over the edge. He pulled out and his deposit came with it. SPLAT. like I said. Un-sexy, but hilarious.

He left first and didn't bother to tell me that there was a line waiting. He slunk back to our seats and I followed to the disapproving/jealous/amused looks of those waiting..(there were like 4-5 of them..WTF? everyone's bladder in sync with each other?

Anyway thats the story...not much to tell.

What happens in Vegas....

...Stays in Vegas, tight?" he said

This when I was gushing about how hot Saturday night had been. I said, "Oh no, I definitely want to do that again when we get back home!"

He looked VERY uncomfortable.

I said, "The quickie in the parking garage was SO hot!" (which of course was not what I was referencing, and he relaxed a bit which was the idea...

We are back home now, after a flurry of kink yesterday, well not really kink if you don't count the fingering in the hot-tub, but that's almost a given isn't it?

We fucked like teenagers seemingly all day yesterday and once on the plane..(gotta do the mile high thing!) I was thinking about my post about online infidelity being possibly good for a marriage and thought about my time with Early Bird leading up to this Vegas trip. I could ALMOST make the case that fucking around on your husband makes for a happy marriage,, but I am SURE there is a flaw in that argument somewhere. (Isn't there?)

I will say that although I wasn't re-enacting anything with hubby, things changed a little for the better. I hadn't realized that we had devolved to affection-less sex if that's a phrase. Less to no kissing. Now we are making out like teenagers and it is nice..(The Mustang brought back a lot of teenager memories so that might have helped in a way too.

I am pretty sore and almost sated.

New Twist on "Strip" Club...

When hubby returned he had a huge smile on his face...He led me out to the parking lot like a kid with his prom date. (Which I kinda felt like, actually)

In the parking lot was exactly what I asked for. (What woman doesn't appreciate getting what she asks for?) The red Mustang had the top down already accounting for his tousled look. It was a little humid but the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago and most of the heat seemed to be from the street itself, the breeze in the air as we roared off was nice. After a couple of blocks, I said, "Oh yeah...you are DEFINITELY getting blown in this car!"

"Let me drive," I said a little closer than necessary to his ear, which I then took a playful nip out of.

He pulled to the curb and we did a Chinese fire drill around the car. "You know where we are going?" he asked...

"This is Vegas, I'm sure I can find something appropriately naughty." following the directions I had memorized from my hand drawn map, I managed to just about pass Wyoming Street so I screeched to a halting corner and managed not to skid. "Mustang, Wyoming, get it? Got to be some cowgirls around here, right?"

A couple of blocks up there was a reasonably tasteful (by Vegas standards here) looking establishment advertising "Little Darlings" apparently for rent. And darling they were but I'm getting ahead of myself here.

"You sure?" he said, looking amazed.

"Sure, why not?" It'll be like lesbo porn but live!

The cover charge was $20 or $25 I think. I had to pay because I had cleaned out hubbies wallet of $350 dollars from my fabulous 'hooker blowjob' (he still owes me $150.)

The handsome young, buff bouncer dude grinned at me paying and said, "I'm going to pretend you are here for an audition and he's just here for the view, and only charged for one."

We went in and found seats near this raised stage...a cute All-American looking blond was crawling around. People were holding out dollar bills which she snapped up with her g-string..I realized that I had all large bills about then. This was solved when a waitress with a perky smile and perkier tits asked what she could she get us from the juice bar. I asked about change and she dug in a little side pack and came up with a handful of bills..I got $40 worth and discretely handed half to hubby.

He looked at the stack and then at the dancers with bils folded lengthwise in their g-strings and stocking tops and in one case the ankle strap of a show. I could see his mind go into accountant mode.."Hey! Snap out of it!...you better not have any left when we leave here!"

"Can I ask them about their 401-K?"

This earned him a laugh from me.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I have some bi-tendencies but other than a little in college and "that one time at band camp" ~kidding~ sort of. I was mostly watching him out of the corner of my eye looking for some spark. I was flattered a bit when he seemed a bit taken by a girl that reminded me of a younger me with much perkier tits, but natural ones, so that's something.

As 6-7 girls had rotated through the stage we had gotten pretty good attention...One girl with gorgeous auburn hair down her back almost to her fantastic ass, drew me close and said "I LOVE couples, if you guys are looking for a private dance" I noticed there was two other couples and a pair of cute girls that could have been dancers themselves or maybe friends of the dancers hanging out and groping each other and the dancers. I felt like a lot of nice attention was paid. I noticed the girls seemed to defer to me to make sure I was OK with boobies in hubbies face..(he was obviously OK with it in a "is this some kind of elaborate I am in trouble later situation?" sort of way.

I saw the girls playfully but firmly fending off hands-y guys, yet they frequently held my hands and guided them to cup the sides of their boobs..I wasn't sure of the rules but apparently chicks get a little more freedom...

The girl I finally decided on was dancing over on a side stage after giving a lap dance in the middle of the room to a construction worker type..she seemed to be genuinely into him, but then they all seemed more or less that way save a couple with assholes after them and one that looked bored to be there in general.

"Sage" was a pretty tall athletic-looking woman and her gyrations proved that..pilates got nothing on her routine. She had long straight fine hair that was probably highlighted a bit from her natural brunette but looked really natural. She had, I noticed stripper shoes but not stripper nails. I asked about it..she laughed said, too tomboy to keep them up!

When we were groping each other partly for Alan's benefit and partially because it was randy fun, I leaned in and stage whispered to her...how good an actress are you...she pulled back and looked me in the eyes then laughed a deep throaty laugh...she leaned back in making it a natural part of her grind "honey nothing but acting class here!...whatcha got in mind?" At this point I was getting essentially a lap dance for free as she was working my leg like a stripper pole, a couple of times while I was standing she moved a hip bone inside and I swear strrrrokkkkked me just right. Caught me off guard.

I need you to "accidentally" discover that my husband over there (currently occupied with a cute little enthusiastic Latina) is wearing a sheer pair of panties...

Carefully plucked and penciled eyebrows arched above a twinkle in her eyes. "Really??! ... this sounds interesting."

I was trying to gather a response to explakin what I had in mind, but she began with some questions...

"Like a gag, he lose a bet, or like he gets off on a little humiliation play?"

"No, not like that...my idea, just a little psychological leash kind of.."

"Hmmm like Fem-dom? You want I should spank him?"

"No, but that sounds fun now that you mention it. I was thinking more like wow that's hot your cock looks amazing through those..."

"Hmm you are definitely gonna need a private room. If it was make him blush I could pull it off on the floor probably with out anybody noticing, but if I gotta ooh and ahh, gonna need the privacy.."

"I can tip well.."

No, no its not that, I mean yeah the rooms are kind of a hustle but its part of the game, in this case I need to be able to take his pants down a bit, and well that's a bit against the rules..I'll just charge for a couple of regular dances but you tip Darryl $20 on top of the $20 for the room and he'll look the other way. Although Don't get me wrong I am definitely your girl here but Darryl is going to wonder since I usually play it pretty straight in here..I make good tips out on the floor and don't have to put in the "extra service" to have a good night. But don't freak if you see Darryl Peek in the window on his rounds. I'll go set it up. I slipped her the $40 and she went over to the large black man I'd seen working the room over by the row of windows near the other side.

He came over and put a large paw on Alan's shoulder causing a start, but said in a surprisingly soft mellow voice, You kids come with me, I've got a nice private room for y'all. He left us there and we went for the couch. Sage popped in in a minute from another entrance that didn't seem obvious in the dim light reflected around by all the mirrors.

I should explain that calling him "hubby" all the time seems odd since I never call him that. Alan is his middle name and it occurs to me to use that since that's how I introduced him to Sage when she came over and sat in his lap. He caught on right away and responded as if that's what he is called all his life.

"So, Alan, what did you do right to get such a hot wife generous enough to share you with me?"

"Just lucky I guess.."

"You have no idea HOW lucky, Alan..." she breathed in his ear then straightened a bit and smothered his face in tits..."You like that, Alan? You know, most customers here get a little shove when they get a little too close...does this feel too close, Alan?" she actually placed her nipple in his open mouth, like she was nursing an infant...then, straightening up into a stance she grabbed his hair rubbed his face against her silky thigh ending with his cheek firmly against her g-string...maybe you are a leg man?"

He was shell shocked..she pulled away and started making out with me...big open-mouthed kisses, openly fondling my breasts, then under my blouse...a hand sidling up my thigh, grinning at the garter strap and freezing then going slower when she reached no panties..."I see where they came from!" she teased in my ear quietly...I shook my head, "not exactly, but you get the idea..."

"Oh I am getting all kind of ideas," she said this time to both of us.

She pounced into his lap and leaned back arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder, all the while working his belt..she had it out of his loops and around the back of his neck pulling him to her..."You are gonna owe your wife big here..."

She maneuvered us next to each other, I was nuzzling his neck, she his other side and her hand was under my skirt with delicious slow strokes up one side and down the other of my labia. (pussy? not sure how gyno specific I want to get here but she could be one!)

I could hear what was apparently supposed to be for him..."you know what I'm doing under your wifes skirt, Alan? I am slowly stroking her smooth, wet pussy. I think she is very very excited."

He visibly trembled..."Do you mind?" she said as she reached her other hand into his lap and was grabbing his cock firmly through his pants. easing up on me a bit so I could think again, we both started stroking him and nuzzling his neck basic 2-girl guy fantasy stuff..I'd seen the pornos, she possibly had been in them...

I don't think it even occurred to him about any potential embarrassment because he didn't register anything but dazed bliss as she unbuttoned him, eased down the zipper and began stroking him through nylon. Nothing. Wow.

She decided to push a little..."ease up Alan" she said lifting him a bit then pulling his pants to his knees...continuing to stroke him, she eased his cock out and said "I think Alan needs a kiss, don't you?" to me. I went down and gave it a slurpy kiss then eased the panties back over the cock...he watched amazed and then a light looked like maybe it was winking through the fog...

"Wearing your wife's panties is SO Hot, Alan...I LOVE a man not afraid to get kinky...."

To me she said, "I hope you don't mind but I want to help him make a VERY big mess out of your panties..." she proceeded to grind in these gentle quick movements in his lap and in no time they were see-through for their wet sticky mess...HOT

She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you,that was amazing.." I gave her about $100 or a bit more I think in a sweaty wad of cash, then added the rest of the singles "hubby" had let stick to his fingers..."I think we better go before Darryl checks in.."

She hugged me close and said, "That was something, come back anytime!"

I was frighteningly horny, and with a hand in his lap as he zoned out in the passenger seat, I could feel him twitching back to attention like a teenager...I kept looking for a deserted side street..(In Vegas??) and settled on a parking garage...I jumped him in the passenger seat and to his credit he rose to the occasion, I got off remarkably quickly, and the quickie was memorable mostly for the location and more to the point what had preceded it..we got to the hotel him still dazed and drained and he is snoring as we speak with an angelic smile on his face.

Really pussy whipped....

I slept like a baby...hubby let me and grabbed a burger in the bar downstairs while waiting for me to wake up...he left me a note.."Out chasing Vegas showgirls, text me when you wake up.)

"Yeah, right" I sent..."Do they still have Nudes on Ice?"

I hopped online and looked for strip clubs. I had an IDEA. Well was reminded of kinky idea #21. (No I don't have the list memorized, I had to look up the number...wow in reading down I have actually sort of done a few...is there a way to turn that post into a check-a-box?..hmmm)

I like the whole pussy-whipped aspect of our conversation earlier and where better to find pussy to er, whip him with than in a strip club. Well that's probably more titty-whipped to be accurate, but same difference really. :)

I found a club not to far to judge from map-quest, and had to hand draw a map since I haven't a printer and didn't want to go ask the concierge to print me up a map to the nudie bar. (probably a tame request here, but, you know...)

I told him to wait for me in the bar and order me a burger no onions and I'd be right down...

A quick shower where noticing his shorts still hanging I "accidently sprayed them a bit..they might not dry all weekend!) Hair in a ponytail (still wet), a LOT of concealer, the slutty lingerie from last night..(decided I COULD get my mind around that) casual knee-length skirt and a top similar to what I wore last night and of course kinky heels.

"Where are we parked?" I asked between scarfed mouthfuls of burger. (I realized suddenly that I had had more cock in my mouth than food the previous 24 hours. The spinach/cheese/mushroom dip from room service with Marcus came to mind then the taste of him...I started to daze off..)

"You OK?" lost you for a minute there...

"Just befuddled from the sleep" I lied. "You were saying?"

"I took the the shuttle, I haven't gotten a car yet. Figured we would wait till we need it."

"Oh we need it. We are going on a field trip. Order up a Mustang, preferably red, preferably topless." (I almost busted out laughing at the last bit.)

He wandered out to the concierge desk, my eye wandered about the room. Made eye contact with more men than I would have thought..interesting how easy that is when you allow yourself. Most even managed to avoid getting caught by their wives/girlfriends/hookers? One of the single ones looked like he was gathering his courage when hubby came back to tell me Hertz had one and the Hotel shuttle could take us to the airport to get it.

I sent him on ahead telling him I would use the time to get my hair fixed up, and that is what I intended. I had a roving thought about the singleton in the Bar, but twice in twenty-four hours was more than pushing it..I went and worked my hair into something passable. I'm sitting in the lobby using the hotel computer to type this up and he's about 10 minutes away. Pretty interesting to think someone may catch a glimpse of what I'm writing.

Lunch.

I heard the click of the key-card in the lock and reached for the pocket vibe. Hubby is always fascinated watching it at work. Men love tools. Bright smile for him as he rounded the corner to see more than just calves in black pumps that he could see from the door.

"Hi, honey...getting lunch warmed up."

"I can help you with that!" he grinned as he plopped between my wantonly spread legs.

Grabbing him by the hair..I used my new Dominatrix voice and said, "NO, that is desert." Pulling him up astride me, I gave him a deep searching tongue kiss. I wasn't trying to recreate the make-out session for Marcus, or indulge in the kinky fantasy of him being able to taste him on my lips still, but both thoughts flashed through my mind. Mostly though I just wanted to make-out. Several early fumbling sessions, mostly in cars, also flashed. I wondered what kind of rental car he had gotten, I was kind of hoping for a Mustang or a Charger.

Back in the present he looked pleased as well. I was near to getting off as was he from his bulging dockers hitting me just right. I was suddenly well, cock-hungry, to coin a phrase and rolled him over. I attacked his pants after fumbling the belt out of the loops. The flash of pale blue when I unzipped the fly caught me off guard.

"Hmmm wasn't expecting that..." His cock looked tumescent to borrow from a romance novel I read once. It looked huge peeking out of the top of the distended panties. Kinda hot.

"It was sort of your idea...my jockeys weren't dry this morning after washing them in the sink."

"You could have gone commando.." I teased "But I'm glad you didn't. I kinda like you pussy whipped, so to speak."

"You have always had me whipped." he said with a confidant grin. Possibly the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.

That earned him a $500 blow-job, and as he told me later a couple of dirty looks he ignored when he was 15 minutes late coming back from a 20 minute break. apparently some kind of continuing education class and the rules on how long their butts have to be collectively in the chairs is fixed. He said I told them, sorry, my wife just got in and I lost track of time saying hello. The class roared when the instructor said "tell her hello from me later."

Sexy Texts.

I'm sure I look horrendous...didn't even go into the bathroom to freshen up after my flight as I don't want to see the dark circles under my eyes. I was up way to late having barely slept for two hours before I had to get up to catch my 7:00am flight. I slept on the plane where I didn't even mind that no doubt one or both of the single men I was sandwiched between probably had a look down my shirt at my bra-less tits. It would have distracted them from noticing the bags under my eyes.

I went through my phone to figure out what, exactly, I had told my husband about my whereabouts and activities of the day before.

me: Alone in the hotel bar waiting to be propositioned by some traveling salesman.
~basically true but the proposition had already been made (by me) and accepted

hub: Make sure you tell him it can be a tax deductible expense.
~Well the room was. Room service and mini bar is like, what 15% deductible?

me: Can't talk, I've got my lips around his cock.
~a little out of time sequence, I'd finished the fellatio but I could still taste him on my lips, so basically true.

hub: You are killing me, I can't stand up for fear of introducing 'Woody' to a room full of accountants and he just doesn't swing that way.
~thats a good one I may have to start calling it Woody.

(a while later after grabbing the phone off the nightstand to silence the messsage waiting beep and noticing the above.)

me: Oh I could use Woody right now. I am riding him cowgirl style, tits swinging inhis face grazing his lips and my ass is presented like a bitch in heat. Now would be a good time for DP.
~this was actually true in real time but I had to straighten up to type that.

hub: DP? who's that?

me: Double Penetration. If you bring an accountant friend He could triple stuff my mouth.
~I forget sometimes that his online perving (as far as I can tell) consists of NOT reading it for the articles.

There were a few more that he sent that went unanswered basically just fishing for more 'fantasy texts' as I called them later. I did talk to him last night and spun him a fine tale that it was implied but not implicitly stated that he was stroking to. Interestingly I didn't include any of the actual details from my date...compartmentalizing, I guess.

So after reviewing those I sent him a new one:

me: You should talk to the hotel about their security.

hub: About?

me: A sleepy, bedraggled looking woman (probably some whore worn out from a night of servicing clients) told them she was your wife. They not only gave out your room number but helpfully made her a key!

hub: How much do we have budgeted for whores on this trip?

me: This one is going to cost you $500.

We determined that he has already had his lunch break but they broke for 20 minutes in about an hour...so I sent:

me: Come on up I'll tell the whore to have your lunch ready.

A First-Class Fuck.

Starting in a first class hotel probably helped, I think. I thought about that before and once during, and it felt, kind of mercenary to have that thought. Like the girl that goes out with the orthodontist's son because he will pick her up in Daddy's black Porsche 928.

But it isn't that. I'm not putting out because he is validating my worth by spending money. I am putting out because I met him, flirted with him, got to know him, wondered how he'd be sexually, fantasized about him sexually, and finally asked if he wouldn't mind fucking me. So it's about the sex.

But clean (600 thread count-ish?) sheets, a nice view of a beautiful, room service, (pretending we had nothing to hide just the Mr. and Mrs. made it seem true..we WERE a couple at least for then), really good triple distilled Irish Whiskey (not my usual drink but he explained that quality is key in enjoying such spirits..when in Rome..)all conspired to give this affair an air of legitimacy.

I had spun a tale for hubby the be-careful-what-you-wish-for cuckold of me being a hooker and all the filthy degrading things the client "made me" do. In fairness I explained to him how hot I got at playing the whore, how wet his insistent violations of every orifice made me. And thinking of it that way did make me incredibly horny. The husk in my voice telling him this tale of debauchery was genuine.

The reality was not nearly as athletically kinky, but just a leg-quiveringly erotic in it's own way.

I was dressed in a plausible I'm-in-town-on-business suit, with my planned kinky underwear on beneath. I thought check-in would feel slutty. I was sure CHEATER would be written all over my expression, and his. He seemed practiced, and if my twinges of excited slutty guilt showed the very friendly, sharp girl at the counter registered nothing.

In the elevator on the way up, no bags but my small clutch, I teased, "You seemed pretty practiced at that."

"What handing over a corporate card, or the part where I asked for a room with a nice view?"

Punching him I said, "No the whole fuck a married woman in broad daylight in a fancy hotel practiced."

"I'm pretty sure you are not the first married woman to be fucked in this hotel, some even by their husband.. Why would you assume that she would have assumed that our rings don't signify fidelity to each other?"

Wow...a lot in that statement.

"Besides. I put Mr. and Mrs. Smith down on the register!"

"You DID NOT...by the way how do you get away with it as far as showing up on the card and so on?"

"Well I normally don't do this sort of thing here in town, but road trips are a thing of the past with my last promotion so there is a bit of risk this time. Since I am the one that approves expenses, I'll shift it to a guy that actually is in town tomorrow, I'll probably book him into this hotel to keep the billing simple..you should probably check out before he gets here though unless you have a thing for drug pushers in general.." (He works in sales for a pharmaceutical company. He makes that joke a lot. At first I wondered if that was a 'hey I can get you drugs' ploy but doesn't seem to be. Just what he does.

I'm starting to turn this into a novel complete with dialog, and didn't plan to get into the whole, then I said, then he put his hand, then he said...thing...

I was trying to capture the essence of the experience. I read I think in Jessica's Blog not exactly Haiku clearly prose...I don't know poetry styles well enough to describe it but she captured an experience (was it maybe a fantasy?) with a couple of words on each line the way you would in a Haiku. (It wasn't I counted the syllables......wow way off track here...)

For example I had the hooker me forced to her knees by a handful of hair before she got in the door. He led me by the hand to the bed, sat me there and then went and opened the drapes. I felt radiant and expectant with sunlight on my face.

His hand in my hair just adjusted the tilt of my head as he gave a long soulful, deep, wet kiss. That was followed my more kissing. Deep exploring getting to know you melding kisses. I hadn't made out like that since high school.

I couldn't picture how his first moves would be, how I would strip, or be undressed, how to pose to best accentuate my tits and minimize my belly.

None of that mattered, once the whole getting to know you through nonverbal oral communication started, mouths and tongues just went where they went and the brain fuzzily caught glimpses as I went along for the delicious ride.

His lips and tongue and gently grazing teeth found my nipple. I wasn't sure when or how I'd lost my cute snug button-up Liz Claiborne knit top, but I'm guessing it was a button at a time. His fingers? Mine? I don't know, but I remember being glad I had chosen the pretty bra that was folded down a bit under my ample right breast.

I blushed a bit when his roving hands found first the garter straps, stroked the tops of my stockings and then found my wet folds with no fabric as barrier. Going panty-less seemed kinky sexy when I got ready, and sort of silly when luxuriating like a grownup in a classy room.

He smiled and said, "What a sexy surprise!" which was perfect.

I mostly let him lead until as he was kissing down my belly with clear intentions, I thought about the sequence I had imagined and told him, "Wait.."

"Me first" I said and went after his belt. It was only then I realized that I looked like the victim of several bad hands in a game of strip poker and he had barely his shoes off. Puzzled I recalled my hands and his warm skin, realized I had reached under and into and somehow he'd lost the hold of his belt and the button on his pants...

I wriggled him out of his pants, and insisted on the socks. "You may NOT fuck me with your socks on!" Ever agreeable, he took them off in a mock strip tease and threw them at (as if out) the window. I laughed out loud as trite as that is these days.

I couldn't help notice that he wore the same brand (or at least the same stripe) shorts as Hubby and giggled realizing hubby had only the pair he was wearing along with the underwear I wasn't wearing that was in his suitcase...

Marcus (for that is Early Bird's name) asked what was funny. Despite having talked to Jim (my co-worker) about the whole panty thing, it seemed suddenly disloyal to set him up in that way. To encourage him to wear them, then giggle about it while cuckolding him. I mean I know that is how it's done and he might even find it arousing for all I know, but still it was a line, and I kept it to myself.

I lied a little and told Marcus I was thinking about texting hubby and telling him how my day was going. That wasn't a total lie. I had someone's blog where she did that sort of thing giving hubby updates from a date..(that particular cuck loved that. If I find the post I'll link it)

He said, "Well you have your hands kind of full you want to dictate and I'll type it in for you?"

I was groping his engorged cock with both hands through his jockeys. "No good. Can't dictate, my mouth is going to be busy." I grinned as I gently eased the waistband from being hung-up on the tip. It was a very nice cock as they go. Laying on his back it looks best I think. Standing it looks like a handle usually, (which is why men are so easily led by them) Heaven help then if the have to move about erect it looks awkward as hell.

Anyway I hear size descriptions and such in a lot of posts and I figure him for about the same size as hubby's. Hubby passes and sometimes surpasses the "dollar bill test" so maybe 6-7 inches? About "just right" for me. Much longer and I gotta watch positions. I remember this one skinny long distance runner I fucked a couple of times much to his apparent amazement. He actually hurt me once with my legs over his shoulders...I wondered at the time how much was too much and actually got out a folder I had in my book bag that had a ruler printed on the edge. Apparently 7 1/2 inches deep is where my cervix starts...well enough of the anatomy lesson...who brought that up?

He had thoughtfully shaved his balls..(Oh that sounds first class all graphic but how else do you describe it? Smooth pink testicles?) He was circumcised. It was kind of pretty. Kind of a nice mushroom shape to the little helmet. Soft point then flaring gently. Throbbing vein down the length, but that might have been my fault.

I took my time, not using any particular practiced or remembered technique. Just kissing and nuzzling and licking and engulfing and a little bobbing. He considerately warned me of what I already knew, that I was holding him on knife edge, suckling a little watch the smooth pink testicles tighten, ease off and back...I was really enjoying myself in its own right.

"You keep that up it's going to go off!"

"You promise?" with a real long especially lascivious slurp. "Just in case, is this re-loadable? I mean does your company stock those little blue pills?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm going to recommend the boys in R&D contact you about your lips, I think they might be the next thing, and our patent is getting close to that 'we gotta find a new drug mark!"

Flattery will get you an appreciative full-service finish, and I did, and he did. I thought about my 'new rule' and went in for a kiss. He was just as enthusiastic as he had been and actually said "Wow, thanks that was great!"

"Anytime." I said, and I think I mean that. We still had I figured more than a couple of hours before he had to be anywhere and hubby would be assuming I was at work still so I wasn't worried about "my turn." But he was.

He still had the uniquely male post-coital goofy look on his face as he tried to reposition me and him to return the favor...

"No rush, we have lots of time to get these re-filled," I said tickling those smooth pink....

He was actually still twitching and a little more trickled out onto his belly. I dipped fingertips in the small trail and brought them to my lips tenderly savoring. He visibly shuddered.

He seemingly distractedly was tracing fingers up and down my slit, and it took not much at all to get me parted and a couple of fingers in and exploring. He was more thorough than my last gyno exam and gently found ALL the right spots. It helps that I was soaked.

I wasn't sure exactly how or when as I drifted towards bliss but at some point his fingers were joined by a thumb on my clit and a probing tongue. He paid me back for the teasing and it was wonderful...right up to the edge and back and higher each time till I was just riding this crest..one long wave it felt like...part of it was technique, but looking down at his face and seeing not hubby was more of a guilty pleasure than I expected...at one point later he mentioned that I had his hair firmly in grip and was bucking up into his face. I din;t recall that..

"Good thing it wasn't a toupee!" he smiled.

When it came time for actual penetration, he had come up with a condom. I felt like an idiot..I had some in my purse, was just sure start to finish I would be safe, even wanted to try the whole roll it on with your mouth trick, but I hadn't even thought of one...I'm glad he did, and told him so. Oral is risky in and of itself but slightly less so than what was to come. I didn't like thinking about the harsh realities of risk in fucking a guy that admittedly fucks a lot of women.

We talked about it, and he said he does get tested regularly but I would be dumb to take him at his word. He says for him it is less risky he feels as he has less exposure. He says its risky but most of the women he has been with it is an anomaly for them, a fling they have with the traveling salesman only to bury their guilty secret in renewed marital bliss. He says he has a few he keeps in contact with and from time to time, well fucks.

Weirdly I felt a twinge of jealousy. About a man I was fucking behind my husbands back.

Speaking of, condom finally and a little awkwardly applied at some point he entered me, It was all part of the whole fluid coupling though so it isn't like fireworks went off at that moment and I thought make a note to describe later...it felt great and full filling and guilty and kinky and warm and human and well great.

I do remember at one point where he was really pounding into me with that great sound of bodies slapping together literally, and reaching a frenzy not so much, I think of that he was getting close or chasing an orgasm but I was getting vocal and he was picking up the pace and over and over again, like it was a race to the finish...I saw a single bead of sweat trickle down his nose and fall to my chest..It looked to me like one of those slow motion camera things where the water drop explodes or the glass breaks or something. And the whole time was like that my mind recording every detail at 1000 frames a second but only in little glimpses and snatches. I would get caught in a reverie and hold a frame while the room and events swirled by.

Midst all this I did send a couple of flirty texts to hubby which he later told me were very hot and extremely discomfiting in his seminar. I'll have to go back and see what I sent.

On the plane, In panties....

Unless he decided to go commando....

At least that WAS the plan...

"What's up with the panties?" he asked...

What's up, indeed....I think I am developing an honest-to-God fetish about them. Weird.

I had barely even noticed mention of them in the context of "the cuckold" in a story or two being made to wear them. My mysterious 'co-worker' thinks panties are diagnostic. If I can get him in panties, he is by definition a panty-waist cuckold. Stands to reason I guess, but I asked what's up with them.

He doesn't get it either , at least not really but he noticed it is a common theme in cuckold stories, and dominatrix themes and the like. He says that a man that will submit to that will submit to about anything...When we initially were talking about it, I mentioned hubby had cross-dressed for me on a lark years ago..I was challenged to get him into a pair and did so.

Last night, the whole crawling around the bedroom with my panties in his mouth got to me a bit. It's about control and I liked it.

Now this is convoluted to the point of being silly but here goes:

At some point (probably while reading a story about a cuckold and his hot wife), I pictured my husband sitting in a chair in the corner and watching me with a lover, stroking himself through a pair of panties. I decided to make at least in a way to make that happen, sort of...

Which brings us to his statement about "What's up with the panties?". His eyes are a little red and swollen from all the soap in his eyes, but that's another story.

He had packed his suitcase already for tonight. He is on the red-eye flight to Vegas as he has a seminar in the morning. I join him Saturday morning. I took his tighty-whiteys out of his suitcase and put them back in his underwear drawer and replaced them with a handful of my panties. I thought about substituting the pair he had laid out for when he got in the shower.

Before joining him in the shower, I did put a pair of high-cut red crushed velvet Valentines day panties on the bed next to his dockers and polo shirt. In the shower I had sort of a plan, and it had to do with watching him jerk off. I read someone else's blog and it had to do with orgasm denial, which seemed would in hubby's case not work out as taking the carrot away would tend to reduce compliance, one would think, but what I got to wondering was this...

~How long can I go without ACTUALLY fucking or sucking him off?~

This was partially because I had been daydreaming at my desk all day about tomorrow and feeling very very horny. On the one hand I figured I would jump hubby's bones while fantasizing about it, and on the other hand I thought, about my own orgasm denial, to build the anticipation...I came down in favor of letting Early Bird give me my next orgasm. It didn't work out QUITE like that. I did orgasm (twice) but I didn't give him one..

I reasoned I could touch, tease, and even taste him as long as it was all part of the game and not designed to "get him off". I would make him do that himself. Sliding the shower door open, I actually did catch him "soaping it up". Seriously. Not sure if it was a coincidence or what, but I grinned and said "I can help you with THAT!"

Grabbing his slippery cock I gave it a couple of half-hearted (but enthusiastically received) tugs. He was putty in my hands...(smirk)

I pressed my soapy breasts against him and bit his lower lip...then his earlobe. I said "You want another visit from your Dominatrix?" As I breathed in his ear.

He only managed a nod.

"Good!" I cheerfully announced then grabbed him by a handful of wet hair and pushed him to his knees on the hard tile. I thrust my hips forward and shoved his face into my pussy...he got to work very enthusiastically...lips, and tongue and teeth, (OH MY!).

I had in mind to reprimand him for some fault in technique, but it was hard to think of one while I was cumming...The best I could manage was to suppress crying out, and reached for the shampoo bottle...I actually washed and conditioned my hair during my next orgasm, which was a little to strong to bother hiding it..

He practically drowned with the suds in his face, and eyes, and mouth...Not smart, I'll probably get a yeast infection from getting "too clean" down there....

After I had gotten mine..I said, "hold out your hand" and squirted some rose scented conditioner into it. "Stroke!" I instructed....he started going at it and was making eye contact with a knd of far-away look. It was interesting...It just isn;t something we have done often. He has (and REALLY likes) watching me finger myself either during sex or just to tease, but only a couple of times have we done a mutual masturbation thing. I wasn't planning to but I ended up lightly and quickly touching myself while he sped up..I could tell he was getting close because his balls tightened up...I said "Stop!"

Cupping his balls, I said, "It looks like you were about to waste that." Wouldn't you rather shoot that in my mouth?" He almost blew the load then...

I had him stand on the little bench in the shower which didn't quite bring his cock to my mouth as planned. If it went off without warning my tits were about in the line of fire.

"What do you like best about cumming in my mouth? Seeing it on my lips and tongue? Watching me swallow? tasting it on my lips?"

"All of it." He lied We have talked about it after seeing it in porn, but its hot to talk about during but after he cums, its a little icky to kiss those lips he just defiled with his cock...So he doesn't actually taste it on my lips...

"Oh that sounds so hot to me too.." I said

This part was a little scripted in my head before.

I opened my mouth in that little porn star "O" and said slutty encouraging things, while he continued to work up a case of carpal tunnel. I kind of think he must have rubbed one out before I got in the shower because this is taking a while...

Finally he came, and almost missed as he seemed unsure whether he could grab my head and shove it onto his dick. Years of experience though and I was ready....I didn't touch his cock otherwise and didn't do any little oral tricks, just a place to cum..I pumped his own hand on his cock a couple of times to finish the last spasm...then I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bench and gave him a big-open-mouthed cum-filled French kiss...

If I had had the guts to substitute his undershorts for the panties instead of just leaving him a pretty red 'option' this is how the next bit was supposed to go:

He shouted over the blow-dryer, "I can't find any undershorts". Turning it off I said "On the bed."

He came back holding the red "undershorts" and said "just yours".

"Oh, I don't mind, you can borrow them."

"Come on, seriously..." he said.

"I am serious...put them on."

"What's up with the panties?" he would have said here. "I mean we've used them for some kinky fun at times, but you seemed obsessed with them these days.."

I hadn't quite figured out how that conversation would go.

Tell him I 've been perving to tranny porn? No, thats no good, I don't think he would find it hot to see himself in that role. Tell him I have a fantasy about him being a panty-wearing cuckold? hmmm No, sometimes the truth can be so inappropriate! Tell him his cock just looks so much sexier in something lacy? (It kinda does, but I don't see him buying that...)

"Um, I'm flying out tonight..." he would have protested..

"Yes I know, that's what makes it hot...you'll be in that hotel tonight with a bunch of drunk accountants, a couple of strippers most likely, and I'll be the only wife that knows for sure her hubby isn't taking his pants off.."

"He come on"...he protests..."I wasn't very forward with "the ladies" when I was single (an understatement) and no I'm an accountant!"

"Oh, I wouldn't mind you fucking another woman, but I get to be there to watch if you do..."

That would have paused him a bit I would imagine.

No comment.

I held the panties out and he compliantly put one leg then the other in. I pulled them up, then held out his pants. He put them on over the panties and when they sagged the top inch of the panties showed.

"Better wear a belt" I suggested.

"Maybe something shorter would be better?" he weakly ...

"Oh. don't worry a packed several choices so when you get to your hotel you can decide whats the most comfortable."

So I had it pictured that he would leave, a wan smile on his face looking maybe a bit bewildered, hitching up his pants every few steps. The shuttle picked him up so I couldn't see him wriggling out of them en-route...airport bathroom maybe? I'm betting he would have actually gone commando, his cock chafing a bit against twill, when it could have been snug and comfortable in velvet....~smirk~ Would have been interesting to hear him lie and claim he actually went through security screening like that.

So when the comment finally happened "What's up with the panties?" It was not until he was unpacking in his room. He hadn't apparently noticed the absence of Jockey shorts.

Until I told him.."I traded you for your shorts."

"What???..." pause while he must have been checking..."You aren't kidding!...Oh I am SO going to get you for this!"

"Tell you what," I said "You can make me wear your sexiest pair of boxers when we get home. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure you aren't fucking any of the 'hostesses' in the 'hospitality suite' at least not until I get there!"


Update: he called back and I convinced him he better "pick out a subtle pair to wear to the seminar in the morning"

Predictably he said, "Uh, no..I'm thinking of going commando.."

I pointed out that if he chafed his cock from sitting in the seminar for several hours with hard-on It would probably be too sore for a blow-job when I get there.

He laughs.."I like accounting, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a hard-on for the tax code!"

"No but you will undoubtedly have one from the filthy texts I plan to send you during. I plan to have you shifting in your seat and something silky will feel a lot better against your cock then a zipper"

"You have a point."

I actually had him stroking himself laying on the bed in his hotel room wearing just a pair of pantys. He said it felt good in a kinky but disturbing way.

Jumped the Gun...

So, last night I was thinking about my upcoming date with  Mark. I was picturing entering the hotel room and dropping to my knees and making him for a minute or two forget all the others (apparently) that had come before me in strange hotel rooms. I don;t know why the though of fucking such a Man-Slut appeals to me but it does. The plan was to tell Hubby all the details about the date but wrap it in a fantasy about how I got picked up mistaken for a hooker in our hotel bar.

I led Hubby into the bedroom, closed the door behind us and before we made it to the bed had his belt and pant's undone and was pleased that he was fully erect before his shorts hit his ankles. I dropped to my knees and took him all in. (Hubby has to be wondering at this point what he did right to get such an insatiable cock-sucker for a wife lately and how he can do it again.)

"I was thinking.." I began huskily, the way I begin a lot of 'stories'..."Maybe I should fly up Friday with you so I can play a hooker in the hotel bar while you are stuck in your boring seminar...."

He stood stock still mesmerized more by the BJ than by the story so far...I was imagining Mark as the 'client' and proceeded to give him the blow-by-blow account of how this client engaged me for "full service" unprotected sex. (I can already tell you that Mark WILL taste like latex, because regardless of which way he fucks me there WILL be a condom..possible double bagged...but its fun to fantasize..)

Hubby actually got off twice during the very detailed story, and I am feeling pretty sated today with the memory of having all three openings violated by "the client" last night.

I should write it down the way I told Hubby and then compare it with the actual event after Friday. I wonder though if writing it down will make Friday happen closer to 'script' (Not necessarily a bad thing!) but would it seem rehearsed?

Dominatrix....

So, I looked him in the eye and said, "Horny as I've been feeling lately, Vegas could turn into a really kinky trip..."

He just mumbled with a glazed look in his eyes that said "Go on..."

Not with the the thought, but "go on" with the interrupted blowjob...I had pulled my mouth off his cock to make the statement. I have found that when giving head you can really have a guys undivided attention.

"You know how we always get kinky in strange hotels..."

"That's very true..." he grinned. I could feel his cock twitch in my hand at the thought.

'So what shall we do? I'll get there Saturday about noon, your last seminar ends early afternoon, that leaves us Saturday afternoon through Monday night to get into trouble."

"Whatever you want."

'Whatever I want?..hmm pretty open-ended..." I mused. "How about a burlesque show?"

"Sure!"

"Maybe a swinger's club...Do they have those?"

"Sounds interesting.."

"How about if I put a leash around your neck and lead you into a Dominatrix' den?"

Big pulse then right at the base of his cock...I was holding it pretty tight, though.

"Of course I could lead you anywhere by this couldn't I?" Raising him a bit off the bed by his cock at that.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" I insisted pushing him back to the bed..

Puzzled at first, he caught on.."Yes, Ma'am!"

"Better.." I said returning my hand to his cock..."I read an interesting article on a Dominatrix and her clients." (I'm making this up. from a combination of things of watched and read on the subject...

"Yeah?"

"Their clients are usually pretty successful guys that just want a little vacation from having to be the aggressor." I went on. "She says you can train a man to do anything with the proper motivational technique and a few training excersices. For instannce...Fetch!" I said pointing to my panties that were on the floor.

He hopped up and headed over.

"Hands an knees!"

He dropped compliantly.

"With your teeth."

He did.

As he grinned around the panties and made some panting noises, I rolled up a magazine and smacked him lightly on the forehead. "Not a game, pay attention!" His mouth slacked a bit and I fed the panties in as a gag. "That's better."

I grabbed a handful of hair and led him back up onto the bed...on his back again I grabbed his ankles and bent him in half. "Hold these for me."

He looked almost worried as he assumed this vulnerable position...I began tracing the edge of his cock with my tongue. I engulfed him in my mouth and bobbed a couple of times and pulled off. His balls were already tightening, and his little rosebud was puckering.

"She said a man will agree to anything for a simple blowjob..you can say anything, do anything as long as thats in the offing? Do you think that's true?"

"Mpph Mphhh" and an affirmative nod of his head. (The one he wasn't thinking with.)

"What if I wanted to call you Steve, or Bill, Or Clive?"

He let go of an ankle and briefly removed the gag. "Sure, just don't call me Shirley!" quite the comedian.

SMACKKKK!

"DID I SAY you could let go of your ankles???"

Head shake. Cock didn't go down any....so I flicked the base with my finger. Hard. That let the air out a bit, but not his enthusiasm.

"Why don't I call it 'Ronnie', you know after the first BJ I gave? You always liked that story.."

His cock re-rose to the occasion as I began those practiced movements up and down swirling around the head, bobbing deep..."Mmmm Ronnie, you feel so big in my mouth...." (meanwhile I'm thinking maybe I should look him up, he was an awfully kinky bastard..)









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Not happy with my blogroll...

My headings make no sense..I have only three entry's and I can;t seem to get more added to my "what I read" on my profile. I love the great variety and creative look of so many wordpress blogs, but they are a pain in the ass to comment on..I have to type my email address and name and cut and paste my blog addy...then when I try to subscribe, I have to do lots of those things again...

Blogger seems easier for these things, but its a pain to go to dashboard and add to blogroll and I am so excited reading the blogs I don't want to take the time to go back and add them...but I need to..I keep "rediscovering" great blogs that I don't have listed..not enough hours in the day!

A Case in Favor of Online Infidelity.

I am up late, with a very satisfying contented exhaustion. I was back to old tricks that pre-date my blog. I "picked up" a man at a favorite online watering hole, and took him to bed.

Well not literally in my case, I was sitting in a chair in our den while hubby snored upstairs. His snoring was what had me up after a brief nap, and provided the rationalization and the cover to go downstairs and perve.

Mr. X did take me to bed with him. And his wife. She, though reputedly with bi-leanings, did not participate other than to provide the edgy "don't get caught" excitement of sleeping soundly beside him. Apparently with an Ambien in her she mumbles agreeably but never wakes according to her cheating spouse.

I am not sugar coating it. He was cheating, I was cheating, a good time was had by all.

I reflected a bit afterwords in the afterglow. It was just words, but it was intense and it was arousing and in the end sating. I thought of my irritation of my husband's attempt to push me unaware into the realm of the "Hotwife". He probably justified it (and more or less said so to Jim) that my online activities suggested I would be "up for it" if the right opportunity arose.

I was in fact not "up for it" as evidenced by the many years of marital fidelity that was here-to-fore unmarred with actual skin on skin adultery. For a reason, and it wasn't for lack of opportunity. I just didn't feel the need or the desire to cheat.

Occasional fantasy exploration fulfilled any wanderlust I might have had.

My friend Jim, who has never stepped out on his wife in the so-called real world has admitted to using his online guilty pleasures for much the same purpose..a pressure relief valve..(I'd like to yank his valve and blow off some...whooops, that's not what this post is about...)

Perhaps I should have invited my husband along on some of my online forays. I have no doubt he on occasion has had his guilty secrets. I believe he has never stepped out in the physical world....

I think the anonymous nature of the inter-webs has given many people the opportunity to hook-up, cheat, break up families and lives. BUt o the other hand for countless others it provides the basis of exploring the forbidden with little chance of any fall-out if one's spouse avoids the urge to cyber-snoop.

Online or off, it is all infidelity. Given the choice though, isn't online a little less fraught with emotional peril?

It's a date.

A week from now, I'm taking a half day off work and going to do just what hubby has been secretly fantasizing about. I'm going to let another man fuck me up down and sideways.

I wasn't sure how to go about admitting to Early Bird (Mark) that I had decided I had to do this with him, so finally I just came out with it in an email. He just asked where and when, said he'd arrange his schedule around it.

Since we had talked a bit about how he used to pick up married women in the hotel bar when he was on the road, I told him I wanted the full slut-wife treatment.

He is going to get a room downtown, I'll meet him in the bar in the afternoon. He says he can stay till about 8:30 then he has to get home. He actually suggested that I make a date for after that, since check-out isn't until 11:00 am. I teased him, "What, are you going to leave me wanting more?"

"Everyone always wants more!"

Hubby is going to a convention in Vegas. I am going too, but told him that since the first day is all meetings (so he can write it all off...accountants you know!) I might as well stay at work and save my vacation day and fly out Saturday morning. I can't wait to show up, hopefully a little sore and walking funny and tell him a "fantasy story" about how while he was gone I went to a downtown bar and got picked up by a salesman.....

30 Days of Kink.

So the dark and mysterious muse challenged me to do thirty filthy, kinky dirty depraved, fun things this month. (Well mysterious anyway, I don't actually know his race...)

I pointed out that it is already a week in and I haven't done 7 naughty things.

He explained that some could be done at once..for example (figured out later) #5, #13, and #21 could all be accomplished at once.

So the evolving list he and I came up with..(more he than I, a lot of them seem more than a might impractical to me. )

1. Sex in public. CHECK

Done. Parking Garage in Vegas after we left the Strip Club.

2. Fisting. Hmmm by whom to whom?

3. Snowball. Definitely do-able..but I'm not going to sneak a cumm-y kiss on hubby (or a stranger?) I'm going to announce with eye-to-eye contact that I am going to slurp all that cum out of that cock and feed it down his throat with my tongue...(can you tell this one got me going?) Or maybe #5 girl-girl action is savoring a cock together and finishing with a three-way snowball?

4. Rimming. Hmmm while queening or as a prelude to #13?

5. Girl-Girl Action! 'nuff said.

6. Pee Play. Hmmm one of those heat of the moment things...dunno if I could approach this as a pre-planned play date..can't imagine hubby going for it on either giving or receiving...(kinda germ phobic - not that urine is germy, but the ick factor is there)

7. Go back to Eric and Kellie's complex alone when they aren't there and lay out in a bikini till "The Peeper" notices me and then brazenly invite myself back to his apartment. (This was a nearly full-blown fantasy spun by Jim, and seemed at the time of discussion oh so do-able. It would totally work on Desperate Housewives!)

8. Meet and play with a "Secretly Bi" wife through craigslist ads. Discover enough specifics to meet husband too another way. Fuck him, preferably each individually in the marital bed. Tough logistics here, but pretty hot.

9. Masturbate un-noticed in a car with people walking by. Read this in a blog...and shamelessly ripped it off!

10. Use a fruit or vegetable in a way that the US Department of Agriculture does not have specific guidelines for. (I'm a little horny at the moment towards small-kernel-ed sexxy-nubby ears of corn.) Again this was from the above post, but didn't want to constrain my masturbatory tools lest I find a perfect parking-jilling spot but sans vegetable, Or meet a vegetable so hot I can't get it to the car before it ravishes me.

11. Photograph object insertion and submit to a porn-y fetish site. If I can get the corn to pose with me would that make me a "Corn Star" Groan! Corny! There were several submit a kinky pic suggestions in this list and it is starting to become a filler item. (Like that full filler feeling of a ear of Midwest raised corn fed corn.) I am getting the distinct impression that my muse who has keep his hands clean of any "direct" sexual involvement is hinting at seeing something visual...useful to know your foe's kryptonite.

12. Make oneself available to a virgin. This sounded vague until Jim explained that maybe the guy or girl doesn't want to be deflowered but wants advice, teasing, to explore me, etc. Hmmm that sounds interesting kinda like a sex-ed version of being the CPR model in first aid class...Wait if there's tongue involved, CPR class alone maybe can make the list here?

13. Fuck someone with a strap-on. Oh I like this one..on lots of levels. Hubby? Stranger? Girl? Guy? Hubby watch? Hear about? I gotta try this one in fantasy talk.

14. Be fucked with a strap-on. Hmmm if hubby was asked to sit and watch me take it from a hot girl...he and any other guy would drool at the thought...wouldn;t that be a great intro to cuckolding?...Hmm must star this one! note to self MUST acquire a strap on..Didn't Madonna buy one for Guy Richie? -Would be hotter to have husband along - or better yet have him buy it from a cute adult store clerk.

15. Come to work in a sexy pair of panties. Go home with out them. This came from his suggestion to give away a pair of panties like in a bar, or under the wiper blade of a hottie's car...I made it a little more work specific.

16. Exchange underwear with someone. This started as:trade hubby his shorts for a pair of my panties. And my skirt Jim adds. I sense a fetish here Jim. Does he want to play dress up? Sure, maybe he says but having seen my ass he says no skirt that fits that would fit his. Hmm a clue..watch for chubby guys leering my way.

17. Assign Jim and have him complete a sexual task. He objects on principle, and on the grounds that this is a list of kinky things for me to do. I assure him I will masturbate in a very sexual way when he has done so at my direction.

18. Have sex for money. Wow, blunt, Jim. I did post that ad to see what the going rate is for horny housewife hookers and didn't get any responses. Jim says, If I pimp you will you cum? How to resist such pimp-hand charm?

19. Double as a "Stunt Wife." This was a new one to me...apparently Jim made it up. He explained you go to their home, dress in wifey's clothes, get called by her name, and fucked in every way she is too prissy to accede to. (So what's your wife's name and when will she be out of the house for a few hours, Jim?) He reminds me that HIS wife in fact fucks like a porn star. His fantasy is to hire a call-girl for the FGE Full Girlfriend Experience. This sounds to me like risky no-condom fucking but with lots of tender kissing...Ok risk aside that does sound hot..

20. Have a three-way. MFM, FMF, MM with F watching? Slut's choice Jim smirked.

21. Have sex in a private room at a strip-club. (You can do that? really?)

Done. Again the Strip Club in Vegas....I din;t actually hop on his cock, but that was definitely sex..kind of a threeway two but Im saving that one for a real threeway.
22. Sex in a car. Yummy high school reminiscing. Not for hubby though he was a good boy...hmm how about I fuck hubby in the backseat of every model car I ever did it in? I'd need a pretty well stocked car lot for that!


This is probably what I was thinking when I had hubby rent the mustang in Vegas.
23. Fuck an old flame again. Ooh, that is a dangerous one.

24. Ask and old flame for at least copies of those Polaroids he took. This rather specific one came from us exploring #23 for possibilities and mentioning that the pictures were taken. When I laughed that its been a lot of years since, Jim assured me such a trophy is still tucked away somewhere...

25. Videotape a sexual act. Done but he says it doesn't count because I always erased the tapes afterward. We compromise and agree a camera phone video clip will suffice.

26. Have hot cybersex with someone and report the blow-by-blow. Since we were in YIM at the time I suggested we get that one checked off the list. Jim says that would be cheating. Duh? And? Interesting discussion where he did not deny that either during one of our chats or afterwards as a direct result of some fantasy we discussed he did willfully molest himself. Asked whats the difference, he explained less risk of simultaneous orgasm.

27. Masturbate to a phone conversation. "You mean Phone Sex?" he said. "No, I mean where the other person may sense some sexual tension (or not) but you are getting off on them not knowing." He protests that that is way dirty pool and to remind him not to call my extension at work anymore. Anymore? Oh my, I feel violated a little. In a slippery and delicious way.

28. Fuck The Early Bird. Not a lot of wiggle room on this one. Pretty specific. Jim points out he wants me, I want him all that's left is scheduling..This one seems scariest actually. Like for example #7 is person specific too, but in the unlikely event I did stalk and run into him, I can picture how I'd approach him, and whether anything happened would depend mostly on how skittish shy college boy is. Early Bird is a sure thing. I could see it on-going and that seems a bigger step than several nameless faceless fucks.


Been there, did him..want to do it again...
29. Crash a bachelorette party. Grope the stripper. Ok this one was from when Jim and I were talking about the strip club idea and I mentioned how I was never the sluttiest girl in the room at bachelorette parties. He said its because I knew the other girls...maybe...or because I always went with girls that didn't know me from sluttier days..but this sounded hot. I guess I could just go to a place with Chippendale's style dancers on any given Friday night and look for the giggling crowd of drunk girls...

30. Anal. Gotta have anal on any kinky list, right?

I can't believe I HAVEN'T done this in 30 days...I had pictured that with Marcus we would go "round the world" and try everything but even with all the time and privacym we didn;t get around to violating me in that way...have to hop on hubby maybve.

31. More fetish pictures submitted for all the inter-webs to see. And no not here. I figure if hubby ever found this I am just ready some kinky chick's fantasies. Hard to deny that's my moe with cum dripping down it for example. Jim steers this towards heels, stockings, lingerie, or all of the above. I point out fetish is pretty broad...ropes, spanking, bukakke, umm wait I should be able to think of lots...how sad...

last update 7/28/2010 gonna take more than 30 days to punch out all these chads.