How far would you go to have an affair with your boss?

So, Derek and I were talking the other day (Friday? -My head was pretty stuffy.) We were dancing around what had gone before, the flirting, discussion of what I was ~or wasn't~ wearing on a particular day. I had mentioned my 'happily married' state, and his own in a relationship status.

He had more or less implied that as a guy he thinks about other women, and seemed of the opinion that given the opportunity, any guy would jump at the chance to jump somebody. I had to concur on reflection and admitted candidly that women aren't much different. Their reasons for cheating are maybe different at times, but they are quite likely to take the opportunities presented if they at least ~seem~ to be consequence-free.

A said something to the effect that it's lucky for us that we have such a clearly defined company policy about fraternization to keep us on the straight and narrow. He correctly pointed out that that applies more to me than to him as I am in the position of powere. He didn;t put it in those terms but that was the jist of it and he's right. I kidded him about how he is already in a poosition to blackmail me into a sordid accomdation of his baser instincts. He very ernestly stated that he would never do anything that would get me in trouble. This wasn't suggested in a way that implied, "You can trust me, lets have an affair.." but rather more an acknowlegement that we had already crossed some lines and that he had enjoyed it for its own sake and felt my equal in those things, and well he was more mature about it than I would have given credit for someone his age. Raging hormones and all that.

He has from time to time bid on internal positions that have come up that interest him and better utilize some of his education. I used to joke about how he was trying to get away from my oppressive management style. He understands that I get a little say in these job shifts, and can influence keeping an employee a bit in a way that doesn;t harm them by stating their value in their current position. I usually don't though prefering to let people's carrers bloom in the ways they want to.

He has one of those in the works at them moment that would move him up into an exempt position that pays less than he makes now with occasional bits of overtime that accrue from resolving scheduling and staffing needs. I was encouraging as always...he said "Finger's crossed...this job would make hitting on you slightly less inappropriate!" Interesting that he sees it that way. I see it as me teasing a younger subordinate, and he sees it as a prelude to an affair with an equal. Hmmm

So would you quit your job, or take a different position if it meant clearing the decks for a sexy affair with your boss?  Inquiring minds want to know.

Hubby clarifies some boundaries.

Though Wednesday didn't lead to any actual jealousy or kinky opportunities as I had envisioned, it did lead to an interesting discussion with Alan yesterday. I don't know if he had been thinking about it since, or if I had steered the conversation that way. I am not sure how we got on topic as it seemed to have just flowed organically. Productively too, I thought, but I sure had some pangs of guilt as a result.

Again not sure how it came up, but I had mentioned at some point the general concept of a hypothetical "revenge fuck." Its not that he hasn't given me any reason at all, but since I was his first, and only it seems stretching it a bit to rationalize anything that way. But in the hypothetical, I said that I would think it would be ineffective since he would probably 'get off' on hearing about it. With a great deal of sincerity and seriousness he said that no, he wouldn't find it sexy if I cheated, since it would be about hurting him and a rejection and he wouldn't want any details under that circumstances.

We also talked about the difference between the recreational and the replacement type of affairs, using as an example a mutual friend of ours that was unhappy in general in her marriage. Like a lot of people in this economy there was a lot of financial pressure. They ended up giving their house back to the bank and hours for him were cut back at work. She had several times wanted a divorce for various reasons. She met a guy who seemed nice, attentive, and implied he had the resources to help her extract herself from the marriage. She asked for a divorce and admitted to her husband a week later that she was in the midst of an affair. She seems to think the two events are unrelated, and that "the marriage has been over a long time" according to her.

She moved in with the guy into his large home. His situation is more complicated than she first thought as he hasn;t finished divorcing his second wife, and he isn;t as prosperous as he had implied. She seems reasoably at peace with her situation, and determined to make the best of it. He is devastated, alternating between anger and denial it seems. Sad all the way around.

I think she sort of painted herself in a corner and if she had the chance might consider reconcilliation if pride weren;t an issue. Hubby viewing the same events thinks its clearly over and was going that way no matter what. I think she definately should have gotten her head straight and tried things on her own before jumping into a new relationship.

I notice on Ashley-Madison many people state that they are actually happy in their marriages and "aren't looking to change that." That seems unrealistic to me. Interactions with others has to change you and therefore the character of your marriage, much less actual full-blown (pun intended) affairs! Lots to think about

Guilty flushed my face red I thought. but he didn't seem to notice. I pressed the issue a bit trying to justify my past (and surely future) cheating. "What if I am overcome by a sudden bout of nymphomania, and just can't help myself from bedding every guy in sight?"

"You mean like you hit your head and have a sudden personality change?'

"Yeah, like that...." I quickly agreed squirming a bit inside, my deeds flashing before me...

"Well that, of course is different, definitely sexy."

I chose to remember that part of the conversation that way. Have to remember to walk into a door frame sometime.

Kuckraoke Night.

Diana and I slipped out a little early and over to her house to change. I had talked to hubby about getting dinner for the kidlet at home and joining us at the bar later...In my mind I pictured leering guys hovering around Diana and I by the time he got there and seeing his reaction. As it turned out we did got some leers, some drinks sent out way and even had a couple of guys lingering at our table for a while but none seemed to happen when he got there with a change of clothing. So I'll start at the beginning I guess. It wasn't what I had pictured happening but it was sun..Even the Karoeke was pretty fun, I did NOT sing myself, but Diana is pretty good.

The plan was to call husband in a mild panic and describe how I am inappropriately attired and have him bring me something "sexy" but less slutty to wear. See how far he takes it. Does he want me dressed up in a way that attracts attention? Will he drag his feet coming? Will he get jealous or excited at the attention we are getting? As I said none of that really happened. SO hard to get a read.

Diana tried to get me into a red dress that was definitely way to short on my frame, but the blue knit one she had in mind was stretchy enough to come to mid thigh if I kept tugging it down. Very distracting to have to keep doing that. But that was 1/2 the idea...be wearing something clearly uncomfortable when Alan shows up with a change of clothing. It had a fairly deep neckline that way, which did nice things for my 'girls'. I had to watch that end or my bra showed and not in a sexy way but in a "why did you wear that bra with that dress way" overall pretty distracting..

I was glad when Alan showed up pretty promptly with the change of clothing. By then I was tiring of tugging down and then up trying to stay semi-descent. He stayed a while but not too long and left us for 'girl's night' as he called it. Kind of defeated the point. No-one approached us when he was there and I didn't even see anyone looking our direction. He brought a black pleated knee length skirt and a knit top. Actually pretty practical. Which was what I ASKED for (imagine that) instead of something uncomfortably sexy. Interesting that he usually likes me to dress a little slutty when we go together to bars, but in this instance he went conservative. On the other hand I HAD asked for something less attention grabbing. Quite a while after he left a couple of guys tried to pick us up, but Diana wasn't keen on 'her' guy and I have quite enough on my plate these days.

I had to let Diana in on the game a little to explain my odd behavior. She said it was sexy for a couple to play a little in public and thought it a good idea to 'keep things fresh'. She flirted with Alan a little when he was there but didn't push it. She had asked me if it was OK first and I of course told her to go for it. Except for my bent but important rule of not playing where I work, I could see some interesting possibilities with her. I teased Alan a little about it later when I got home about how I should have brought Diana with me. He clearly responded to the idea, but I think as mush as the kink of the idea as her personally. He isn't that interested in Diana except in the abstract way all guys are interested in any girl with a what do you call it? A pulse, yeah that's it.

I was a little off Wednesday and realized later it was because I was coming down with a cold, but it seems like its going to be short lived. I hope.

Editorial and technical help...

Jim has been fairly scarce on the blog by mutual consent. He still helps and advises quite a bit including on my recent privacy intrusion. (that person could rightly claim of course that their privacy was intruded upon as their story in a couple of places intersects mine, but that's a whole 'nother story.

Since the incursion was the result of a laptop in the wrong hands not for example by a diligent Google search (which would yield nothing BTW.) He suggested archiving posts as drafts till I decided what to do which was to rename the blog slightly and hope they don't get overly nosy beyond the natural curiosity that an opportunity for a peak afforded them. We will see.

He helped figure out the migration (turns out it was simple to export over to here) and with trying to change links that might be blogs they might have kept bookmarked..think we contacted everyone...if you are here then it worked.

Jim wisely wanted mention of him to a minimum since his wife might well get the wrong idea since we aren't involved in that way. Funny how even nom-de-plume's are not safe in the age of web crawlers, history trails and web bots. It's not like Jim or even James is even his name. It was a random choice.

He loaned me a spare laptop of his with a card through Verizon so I can safely do some of these tasks from my desk as long as no one literally looks over my shoulder.

Anyway I think I am back up and running.

Kuckraoke plans.

I have tentative plans for a little harmless fun tonight. Diana often goes to karaoke night at a big multi-level local bar. This place is several bars in one, from a western boot-scootin-line-dancin place to other genres all under one roof. Its a mad house in other words.

Wednesdays one of the rooms is karaoke night. The big 'plan' was to call Alan and tell him I had a last minute invite and can he meet us there. He will need to see to dinner and such and come a bit later. I talked to Diana about changing at her house she and are are not at all compatible sizes but she says she has a blue knit dress that will probably work for my purposes.

The premise here is that I got drug along for moral support at the last minute and didn't having club appropriate clothes with me. Since I am quite a bit taller, and Diana is quite a bit thinner -like a size 2- (the bitch!) this dress is going to ride up awfully short. I'll go like that and call Alan from there with all the noise in the background and let him know I am looking a little sluttier than I had intended and could he pick out something for me to wear and bring it.

Diana is in on the 'joke' sort of. She doesn't know about the cheating, but assumes Alan likes showing me off and this is to see how far he will take it before he calls chicken. It is two for one for "ladies" (and they use the term loosely) night. I shall either talk her into cranberry juice for a few of the rounds or slip her mine, as I want to still be fairly lucid when Alan gets there.

I have been fairly good these last few days as I had had cross words with hubby and wanted to ensure that my actions were simply for hedonistic fun and not either for spiteful, or escapist reasons. I am going to try concentrating a bit more on mutual fun with my spouse and see where that leads.

I cheated...

...Not the cheating wife sort of way...on the assignment a commentator here gave me..He suggested I try to get hubby off by tongue his frenulum (sp?) alone..

Always eager to try new things, and lately to blow my husband (possibly to assuage my less-guilty-than-you might think conscience), I set out to try it last night.

In my new Domme voice, (didn't know I had one but I am liking it) I told him "STRIP!"

"Yes Ma'am." he complied. I am getting used to the honorific and am losing the association with it making me feel old so I kind of like it..

Now, you would think, naked man, on his back, wifey slathering his intimate areas with a wet tongue that he'd inevitably grab her by the hair and fuck her face after a bit of teasing. Not so with hubby. He reminds me at times of a puppy rolled on its back wanting its belly rubbed but just this side of ticklish about it. He looks away a bit usually but watches with rapt attention kind of from the corner of his eye. His puritan upbringing.

I have mentioned on more than one occasion that fellatio is very much a visual art and that he is to enjoy the slutty show visually as well as the hot wet willing mouth milking him like the last bit of sweet cream through the straw at the bottom of an old fashioned milkshake. I explained that I know it looks slutty doing it and I LIKE him seeing me in slutty-mode.

So I lapped, he held still as best he could with an occasional butt-clenching wriggle. I did avoid any portion of his cock from the edge of the little helmet to the tip, but considered the whole shaft from that point to the winking little pink rosebud below fair game. I was quite sure I was exceeding my brief when I rimmed him and tongue-fucked him a little. No hands though.

Where I REALLY feel I cheated was when I crossed my fingers and eased first the tip of my middle finger, then my spiraled index finger into his ass. That might have been more than that correspondent had been intending.

You see, I have off and on found the concept of prostate milking interesting, even did it a couple of times before with hubby, (and one old boyfriend that liked a ling tapered candle, but that's a whole 'nother story). Hubby described it as pleasant feeling (I was very gentle), but psychically uncomfortable. Said it made him feel like he went totally limp..I assured him that although his cock was not fuck-a-bly hard, it was still engorged in size. When I had done it before I was giving him plain old lips-mouth-tongue-teeth(lightly)-throat-head so it was more like a blowjob with a bonus prostate exam.

I have been talking to a friend (Not Jim in this case..he has been kind of absent from the blog but still comments to me a lot, but he wriggles about looking like the 'friend' in every kinky correspondence I have.) Anyway this guy is currently experimenting with locating his prostate, and acquainting himself with its charms, so I wanted to try some things out on hubby.

Remarkably like trying to find and massage a G-spot. I read somewhere that the theory is that a G-spot might be a not developed (because of the X chromosome) prostate artifact from the development before a fetus decides what gender its going to be.

Anyway, I licked, suckled and probed but did not bob up and down on said cock. When he did come all over his belly it was a decent quantity and gently seeped it seemed like rather than shot out. I continued gently massaging his prostate, 'milking' the last of it out, not touching his cock at all at this point...with my other hand I trailed a couple of fingertips through and licked them suggestively..."Shame to waste this." then up for a big, deep cummy French kiss.

He was less squirmy about that then say after I give him head. I have been kind of insisting on a big kiss after head as of late in a little mind game I am playing, and he accepts it but I feel resistance...this time less so...

I continued kissing him, then would trail fingertips again, bring my fingers between us, "Get it all.." I coached...Damn! this was getting hot!

I cleaned up all of it sucking it back off his tongue each time.

I asked him about his acceptance this time..."Did it taste less weird to you this time?"

He shrugged, content and complacent. "Not really the taste, just a different feeling with that orgasm..kind of slow rolling, not frantic, and didn;t get that roll-over-go-to-sleep-I'm-done feeling."

Hmmm.

Need to break out a lab coat and glasses and do some more study on this.

Rubber Ducky, you are no longer the one...~sings~

...You always made bathtime lots of fun..Would replacement make him a cucky ducky?

SO...I was in a horny mood yesterday for a lot of different reasons including an email exchange about some play with an anal sex toy. Not me; it was a friend. No really I'm not just saying it so you don't think I would put things up my bum. Cause I would..I do , well I did too.

I came home from work and rooted around in the sex toy drawer, took a bit, because I realized that most of them either had electronic parts, or no base and therefore not appropriate for traversing the dark passage. (Hate to have to meet a cute young ER intern to have something removed..seriously..it happens, you ass isn't as one way as you'd think, it can grab stuff and hide it...whole 'nother post, that)

Found a butt plug with a bullet inserted in the base,,,thats a maybe...took out the bullet. AHA found it a strait cocky-looking fleshy dong with a suction-cup base. Never did find a place it would stick that made sense to mount...but the butt? hmmm

Warm water filling the tub....no bubble bath...first time I tried something like this I used some bath gel for lube...DON'T...burns...

Played, twisted,pressed, bore down...relaxed...in it went. and out and in and out.. repeat...gently...was hot..pictured my friend doing much the same...hotter..

Don;t USUALLY cum from anal alone, and in this case I cheated my wrist bone kept 'accidentally' catching me just right...mmm wrist...fist buried to the wrist...well not this time...just musing aloud here...

Anyway I had fun, made me hornier, jumped the husband, purely vanilla but wet and warm and wonderful..

No ducks or Muppets were harmed in the production of this post...maybe another time I'll fuck a puppet.

Utility closet strip show....

We have this closet that we keep meeting room supplies in over head projector, TV/VCR combo, extra chairs, like that. It is tucked into a corner and odd shaped. No light in there but there is an outlet because at one time the lack of light was noticed and somebody plugged in an office lamp in and set it on a stack of chair. It got knocked over and removed, so that's how I knew there is an outlet..normally you hold the door wide and root around or use a lighter to get stuff out. It is almost triangle shaped gets wider toward the back.

I tried to find some slutty catalogs this morning but only found a really old Newport News, with a scant section of 'intimates'. Nothing too kinky...I gave it to Derek, and said that I hoped  Diana had something better..It was fun watching him furtively looking through it..a couple of times he looked up from the images and then art me speculatively...shiver...

So Diana finally came over and had her head together with Derek, pressing a boob into his shoulder..not her fault she probably can't feel it through the silicon! ~kidding~ She was stage whispering things like "That's SO June"..and "You like? I TOTALLY have that one!" and "Sqeeeall...I am WEARING that one!!"

I had to rush over and see it..."No Way!" ...

"WAY!" and she pulled her neckline out and let me peek at the top of her purple, polka-dot bustier. "What do you think is holding up these seamed stockings!" She grabbed at my leg and 'frisked me' groping up to my ass..."It feels like you dressed for the day too!" as she found the straps to my Black Merry Widow. "We should do a fashion show!".

"Yeah, where, with all the cameras in this place?" rolling my eyes...

"Come on!" she said tottering off on her heels...

Derek followed, unbelieving...(as should you, my dear reader...)...when we reached the room, Diana tottered in, rolled the overhead projector to the outlet and pointed it at the ceiling. I could hear the music in my head..bow chicka bow wow...then I realized Diana  was singing that! ...As she stripped!

After she peeled down to her sexy Fredrick's Corset, she pointed to me and said your turn as she did a bump and grind in Derek's lap...I shyly, then more confidently stripped as Derek, gained courage and has cock in hand...It was actually a lot larger than I imagined..huge in fact...He jerked; we danced, kissing and making out, really putting on a show...I decided I couldn't let it go to waste, I dropped to my knees and sucked him dry.

A big mouthful. I snowballed with Diana, who came JUST from the taste of cum on her lips...the end..

OK back to reality. Didn't happen isn't gonna happen, well Diana might well drag Derek into the closet but she'd just flat out fuck him. I was kinda daydreaming after watching Derek look at me after looking at a pretty tame Newport catalog. Diana didn't stop by, and probably just as well.

Fun to think about though. Italics are the dream sequence...

Stole the image from Frederick's of Hollywood...Maybe their PR department can talk to their legal department out of suing me if I point you here to buy that luscious corset. Shame we can't surf the interwebs at work or I'd sit Derek in my lap and have him perve on their online catalog.

Derek doesn't stand a chance.

I am probably going to regret this on several levels but I sicc'ed Diana on Derek. He asked for it though. Not literally, but he did agree to let Diana help him pick out something for his girlfriend.

A reader reminded me about Diana offering to tease Derek. I thought it unwise not to mention to Derek that I had hinted about his interest in shoes to her, lest she flounce over and catch him off guard. At least that's what I told myself.

I was supposed to bring in some lingerie catalogs today but I forgot them. It reminded me though of an incident a couple (three?) of years ago.

Diana and I were on the same team. Someone was passing around an Avon catalog to get orders (frowned upon but tolerated, barely). There was a small section with shoes and some lingerie..Valentines Day or Christmas or something. I didn't pay much attention other than to order some lotion just to be supportive of the girl selling Avon on the side to help ends meet. This led to a discussion of catalogs in general and lingerie in specific. Someone dug through a purse and came up with some catalog that had a lingerie section. This was derided as 'too tame'. Diana said something about having a catalog with some "real" lingerie. She slipped out to the parking lot and came back with some catalog. It wasn't Fredrick's but like that. I remember giggling about panties with imprinted sayings. I don't remember any very well but one was something about tequila and the worm and obviously a penis reference.

So in the pricier section they had some constructed garments including a ribbed merry-widow and basques and corset looking things. One woman who interestingly was kind of know for kinky heels said, "I don't know anyone who would actually wear anything like that!..Garter straps? Where would you even get old fashioned stocking?" I met Diana's eye who was grinning broadly. Later in the lunchroom I said something about how funny that was since I actually have a couple that were similar to what we were looking at. Sylvia pulled up her modest (for her) skirt and revealed a purple garter strap...we BUSTED out laughing. So I KNOW she is Derek's kinda girl fetish-wear wise. She's every guys girl...Come to think of it I have been as of late, and probably modeled my what-is-slutty-fun to wear to work on Diana's tastes.

So I didn't tell all this to Derek but I did mention that I had forgotten to bring in a catalog but I would ask Diana if she had one. (She didn't, as it turned out.) He asked, "Won't she think that's weird?"..I explained..."Not Diana!"

I told him I would of course not mention his pointing out what he thought I might feel sexy in, that I'll just tell her your girlfriend has a birthday coming (don't we all?) and you were trying to find something sexy for her.

More or less having his consent, I approached Sylvia. I warned her that Derek blushes easily and that she wasn't to embarrass him or me in the team but maybe she could have some fun seeing what it is that he likes. She promised to bring in some catalogs tomorrow.

Seemed like a fun idea at the time, but now that I set it in motion I can see a dozen reasons why this was a BAD IDEA. Fun one though.

By the way...I was looking for a Frederick's of Hollywood cover for this post and ran across the above one from 1964! I didn't realize they were established that long ago...I found more of the catalog HERE. GREAT looking stuff. Makes me think that is probably what holds the waists in and the bosoms out on Mad Men. Great costumes on that show.)

Teasing Dustin....

Was the Dustin Hoffman character in that movie Derek? I might have Derek on the brain since he is obliquely staring at my legs as I rub my ankles together and then run an ankle up my calve.

When I got back from lunch, I thanked him for 'running that errand' for me and asked him if he found Jeniffer's size as well. He blushed huge at that. Mumbled something unintelligible. I prodded a bit and he explained he can't imagine a set of circumstances that would give him and opening to give them to her.

"Does she have nice legs?"

"Yeah, of course.." he enthused...

"So you explain, I think your legs would look GREAT in these. Admit to her that you had a whim to buy them while you were in the store on another errand. Admit that you were pretty embarrassed at check-out, and she will wear them." He pondered, nodding. "You were a bit embarrassed weren't you?" He blushed but only a slight pink.."yeah."

I said, "I feel you deserved the whole Mrs. Robinson rolling them on while you watch treatment, but not really work appropriate right?"

Who is "Mrs. Robinson?"

"The Graduate?" Blank look. "Dustin Hoffman?" ...Nothing..kids...

So he had a question: "Uh, how serious were you about me buying something for you to wear?"

Oops, bud nipping time. maybe. "Uh, I couldn't let you buy me anything actually, even if it wasn't a workplace issue, just you know, it would be wrong for me to accept." He rolled that one around. "Look its fun to wonder what you'd pick and probably fun for you to imagine doing it, but Jennifer notices a receipt from the mall and nothing from you, well that's trouble..trust me."

"You have something in mind, don't you?"

"Kinda, not really though..buying the stockings was kind of fun...I tried to get Jennifer to go with me into an underwear store in the mall.." (Need to teach the boy the nomenclature.) "She said it was too embarrassing. I thought about buying her something so I went in and asked the saleslady for some help for my girlfriend but i didn't know sizes and I got embarrassed and I left...this is a while ago when they had all the valentines stuff in the windows, you know?"

"What about catalogs? I could bring one in.."

So Derek and I have a date for perving through lingerie catalogs...that should be interesting. Probably better stick to Day-Night and Victoria's Secret. Might have to call the paramedics if I bring in Frederick's.

Paging Mrs. Robinson....

I don't know whether I mentioned to hubby or not but his interest in me teasing poor, young Derek, had me thinking of The Graduate.

So yesterday, the start of a new week had me thinking of those days of the week panties when I was a girl. I read a comment on someone else's blog..(I gotta keep notes because I can never remember where I read it when it strikes me fun/funny/kinky/hot later.) "Undie-less" Mondays.

I have a correspondent who, rather than enjoying the sexy/fun/pretty/panties I wear wonders if I wouldn't feel sexy without them. Dammit. Hard enough coordinating my bra and panties to my shoes much less to no panties...what, a nude bra and barefoot? Sheesh....

So yesterday, I was getting dressed and the best pair of thigh highs I could find had a run...it was high up towards the back and was covered by my skirt, but still, had me looking over my shoulder past my ass wondering if it had grown...

Got me thinking...

Caught me thinking as I subconsciously stared through Derek. Crooked a finger to Derek when not many people were around. "You going out for lunch?"

"I brought mine, was going to eat it at my desk..." Then a pause, thinking, wary, excited,"Uh, why?" You could almost HEAR the wheels turning and his inner voice saying "DAMMIT why did I say that..."

"Oh nothing.."..shameless hair twirl..."I was thinking about yor sweet offer that i should have had you run out to my car for my other heels.." I was already dangling one anticipating his involuntary eye flick under my desk.

"No, I remembered to wear the right ones today. Its just...." I lowered my voice conspiratorially "..I got a run in my thigh highs and I am paranoid its growing....I was thinking of sending you to the store for a new pair."

"I'd be happy to!" And he looked it...

"No, that's OK, lets just keep an eye on the run for now... It'll be fine...I can always take 'em off and go with nude legs if need be...." I grinned and whispered, "Scandalous!"

So today he didn't comment when I wasn't wearing anything on my legs but a couple of nicks....I was swinging a purple pump from my toe, not watching him watch me...(Damn I'm obsessed with shoe dangling at the moment.)

Finally when most of the team were out on a muffin or nicotine break, I slid over and said, "Hey would you mind running that errand for me at lunch?"

"No Problem!" he beamed.

I stood and bent over more than necessary rooting around in my purse and came up with a twenty. "Here this will cover it, let me write down the kind and size...you know how that works?"

"Uh, no..." a bit flustered. Recovering..."I'm sure i can figure it out...I can cover it." He said, trying to refuse the twenty.

"Well, I think Jennifer might be annoyed spending money on lingerie so I better cover it." That gave him pause for thought. I teased, "If you plan on buying lingerie for The Boss, it ought to be something YOU get to pick out! Why don't you get her a pair too with the twenty, you mentioned its hard for you to get her to wear hose, and I know you like it, so give it a shot." I scratched a note about what I thought from his description would be her size on the bottom of the note. I told him he could sneak out a little early so it doesn't cut into his lunch and I would cover for him.

He actually was coming back already as I was leaving and gave me the thigh highs in a brush pass that would have made John le Carre proud.

I had envisioned a Mrs. Robinson scene with me perched on the desk lasciviously rolling them up my legs, but that seemed a little obvious so I wriggled them on under the steering wheel of the car and headed off to Starbucks.

I am wearing them out crossing and re-crossing my legs as I type. Not sure if it is the stockings or the fact that I was talking to Derek again today about my nude legs, on "Undie-less Tuesday." I know, not the same ring but it took me a day to get the courage to go 'commando'. I didn't even bring a pair in my purse. I'm thinking of stopping by hubby's office on the way home from work.

Forth port of call....around the world tour.

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Grooming my Cuck...

Over the weekend, I engaged in a campaign of conditioning and gentle manipulation of my dear, fairly oblivious husband. I mentally poked and prodded him as I plotted and imagined. I feel not at all guilty about it.

I seem to have no shortage of ideas from correspondents, commentators on this blog, other peoples blogs and reading erotica. I tried a few of the ideas out, not in one long orchestrated, pre-planned way, but lazily as the things occurred to me.

Often, hubby obligingly played the 'straight man' setting up the punchline which I delivered to what seemed an enthusiastic audience. I wonder a bit how much is real and how much is in my head based on my preconceived notions of where my hubby's head is at. (More to the point which head his thoughts are at.)

Each and every comment and action seemed to me (seen through the prism of a rationalizing cuckoldress) tinged with cucky undertones.

Some outright some subtle, some wildly all in my head...

A weird example: Alan was helping with some housework and at one point was on a step-stool, feather duster in hand. From a picture i had seen on a sissy blog, my mind filled in a tableau of the surreal. I pictured him in a black ruffled 'french maid' costume with flared petticoats and a little white apron. In my minds eye I could see the misshapen bulge in his panties as I looked up his skirt. Mind you he was wearing baggy shorts at the time, and not at all attired in such a fashion. Made me think of shopping for a Halloween costume for him...

When he walked in to the bedroom and found me on the laptop, I told him that I had some rather kinky pics for our next porno session, and he needed to step up his game a bit. (The phrase suggested to me in an email was to tell hubby to "man up" and get some real porn on the screen for his part of out 'game' - made me giggle on a couple of levels.) I logged off my id and told him to look for some kinky porn and to aim for "shocking."

"Really??" he said as I looked over his shoulder and made a note of his password (predictable) as he logged in. I gave him some, "alone time" and came back to see he had indeed tried. I later went back through his history to see how his mind was working and he had googled "Kinky Porn". Well he is compliant anyway.

He did indeed find some kinky pics. My favorite that he showed me was a typical bukakke scene with a blond on her knees bathed in cum surrounded by 5 or six cocks. She had an incongruously angelic look of delight at results of her efforts. Not the actual picture he posted, but similar. I found this one here.

I had him vocalize his thoughts about it...I made it clear that I saw the girl as a stand-in for me thought she perhaps was chosen to be neutrally not much like me in age or appearance. I asked him to identify which cock he would be attached to in the scene. pretty interesting discussion. Although he conceded he would feel a little embarrassed to be surrounded by a collection of unsheathed swords, the it would be hot in the heat of the moment. He didn't seem to have a preference as to whether he was fucking her (my) face as others watched, was one of the cocks in her hand or simply jacked off in the background. It's all kind of the same level of hot he said.

I pressed a bit about his imaginings of me in a slutty-wife kind of role..."MILF servicing young guys at a frat party?"..."Hostess hired by middle-aged salesmen at a sales convention?" (Actually have kind of an open invitation of sorts for such a thing)..."Black guys in the back of a pool hall?" Threw that last one out there to both to see whether it generated an opening to bring up "Mr. Black" and to test the theory espoused in that referenced blog about cuckolds ultimate fantasy being size and stereotypically that image best served with a "black bull." He didn't bite on that one way or the other.

Other random bits and pieces of the weekend seemed cuckold related. For example I took advantage of a comment he made about my hosiery hanging in the shower to reinforce the point that I am wearing quite slutty underclothes to work nearly every day. Since the whole thing started with him imagining someone hitting on me at work, I want him thinking about that again.

Imagining me in a utility closet or bent of a desk or whatever. In fact the whole building is wired with a 'Big Brother array of cameras and really no place is safe for so much as a smootch. I actually brought up Derek by name. I left out of course my direct encouragement of him and the conversations he and I have had about it. I made it sound like I had simply noticed his eyes going to my legs from time to time especially when I engage in a little shoe play. I role-played it out a little with my husband sitting at his desk in his office showing how I dip and dangle a shoe. He thought it was hot and expressed how much he thought that Derek must enjoy that. Practically suggested that it would be an effective motivational tool to get the very best out of Derek that way. Derek was always obligingly conscientious about his work anyway, and my distractions are in fact just that and not likely to increase output.

I pushed the theme hard. I dug out my slutty red pumps and teased, If I had the guts to walk in the front door of work with these, "Do you think Derek would like these?" Oh yeah hubby said. He asked a lot of follow up questions that had me describing Derek and his age, my perception of his level of experience and the like.

I can't lead him too far into the murky world I swim in of cuckold blogs without the risk he will stumble here, but that otherwise would be a conversation starter of epic proportions wouldn't it? I recall someone mentioning having bookmarked some sites and realizing that his wife had browsed them. Talk about a hint.

In reality though the only thing that seems to be putting the brakes on a full-on cuckold experience of more or less my choosing is the thought that that would be a really huge genie (possibly a genie wielding a BBC) to stuff back into the bottle. As I have mentioned before also I like having dirty little secrets too it seems....It has been suggested I could still pick and choose which experiences to share and which to keep to myself, but maintaining the image of being not quite daring enough to do it makes the deception the more delicious.

I trolled Ashley-Madison some more this weekend and started up with some possibles. One seems like a good match about locations and availability. He sells real estate and he has had the fantasy of using his free time and access to vacant and semi-vacant homes for devilish delights. He admitted the perilous nature of the consequences of getting caught both inflame him and keep him from acting on it. He said that I seemed like someone he could trust to think on my feet in a near miss situation he envisions. He said he has mostly run into women too scared to try, or so bold they scare him. Little does he know about my recent fascination with close-call public sex.

The other thing I like about his profession is that it is one of the few that I could see plausibly (assuming anything develops between he and I) where I could invite him into our home with hubby right there to give opinions about our home such as what it might be worth and whether moving makes sense. (We would take a bath, but on the other hand we could buy something else equally cheaply..hubby and I have actually talked about it.)

There were probably a lot more discussions and activities this weekend that escape me at the moment but the other one was my again bringing up my slutty co-worker Diana. I had mentioned her in context of saying that she was jealous of Derek's attention to my legs when I mentioned it to her and that she was going to click-click by in some slutty shoes Monday to gauge his reaction. He thought the whole campaign to corrupt Derek was funny-hot. He also encouraged me to take up Diana's invitation to go to happy hour with her like old times. He even offered to get dinner for the kidling at home.

So hubby is going to babysit while I go to a bar with cheap drinks and a known slut as a wing-woman? Can you say cuck-cuck-a doo? Diana hasn't even pushed it at all lately I practically made it up to probe him a bit, but I think I shall. Diana's fake ones (and modestly, my real ones) are men-magnets in a bar. I told him he would have to show up and pry the men off us at some point early - or I can'`t be held responsible for the consequences. He liked that.

Interesting what you don't know interests you till it does...

This little video clip is but one example. I was aware (as I think most women are) of this arrow in the general quiver of flirty things you can do to catch a guys eye. I hadn't thought of it as a full-on fetish till a couple of different guys wrote after I had in passing alluded to doing this with Derek. This video was one I looked up to explain to hubby how I was teasing Derek a little as "punishment" for noticing him noticing my shoes. This led to a discussion about tattoos. Neither hubby nor I have any or any plans for same but both agree hers looks hot here. We talked about some temporary tattoos as something that might be fun to try.

This led me to think of the many things that I either search out myself now online or hear from others about in response t my blog.

There is a whole category of kink revolving around panties it seems. These panty perverts (and I mean that in the most wholesome and delightful and encouraging way) come in all stripes and flavors it seems. There are those that want me to go sans panties and enjoy the breeze up my skirt. There are actually fans of vintage look from granny panties to the ruffled "rumba butt" . There are fan's of thongs and french cut and low riding all requiring a different level of deforestation or being shaved like a porn star to accommodate all these taste. There are fan's (elvis was one) of the more "natural" look peeking out around the fabric. There are crotchless and even edible ones...(just FYI, they are neither particularly wearable nor edible, just sayin').

Then you take all of those choices and do a little gender-fucking. Guys in panties are interesting. Some do it for a kink. Some like the feel. Some like to be humiliated and find it shaming. Some delight in it. Some like to shave smooth and "be the girl" some like to make it obvious they are fucking with gender and proudly display hair legs. Some wish they could shave but hesitate because of the discussion that would ensue with the wife or the girlfriend (or both!...teehee!). Then you have manly men, who have no such interest ineither crossdressing or panties yet shave like a pornstar and proudly display shapely legs...I wonder how many cyclists crossdress or how many corssdressers swim?

And all of these kinks doesn't even begin to address the varied places readers seem to be coming from. I've got cucks and sissys and cuckolded sissy's (which interestingly aren't all one and the same.) I have wife-hunters and milf-hunters and bulls, (oh my!). I have cuckoldresses and cheating wives. Monogamous pairs. Swingers. What a great cocktail party they would make one and all, no? Hot wives and slut wives and cheating husbands and even the occasional ascetic.

Wasn't there a country song a while back."Who's cheating who, and who's bein' true, and who don't even care anymore?"

Third port of call....around the world tour.

When last we saw our slutty heroine she was about to wrap her healing lips around the young boys, nearly spent libido, bringing him to new heights...

I p-l-unged my face down impaling his cock to the back of my throat in one motion...he kind of folded up a little in my mouth...it felt great to take charge of his cock that way...I pulled up and then noticed the taste of latex and something else entirely unpleasant...spermicide I think...

Note to self: flavored condoms next time...

I grabbed the shirt tail of his wife beater and wrapped his stiffened cock in it and toweled off it as best I could...I could still taste it but it was better...a few slurpy mouth thrusts later I managed to drool enough to wash the spermacide off and get a nice dose of warm, slightly salty cock taste...

A shame I couldn't taste myself on it too..I always like that when I have hubby pull out and I lick it all clean...but wait? I smell a little pussy on him...

Note to self: warn him to shower me off his balls before his girlfriend gets home...

On the other hand I lavished a lot of attention on his balls to clean them pretty well and yep, that's definitely me...must have dribbed and drippled down his shaft...I WAS pretty well wet...getting there again giving head....(or he didn't wash after fucking his girlfriend but that's just gross to think about so we shan't think about that then.)

Note to self: Look up why giving head would possibly cause that reaction way down there?

So up and down up and down....a nice FIRM shaft again..clearly ready again...almost forgot the point and took this too far...although I thought I wonder how long before I could have him firm again if I did take a mouthful....balls tightening...better stop...so I did.

Youth has its advantages...I had thought him about late 20's early 30's he is 23, come to find out! (Gawp!) Seems wrong on a lot of levels.

I roll on a new condom and tell him to trade me places again...I scootch to the edge of the seat and present myself with my knees held high, lost the shoes at some point and see a small run starting (damn) where I snagged my stocking foot on something....

I guide the tip of his cock to my little pink rosebud...and....

Put of telling you of butt-fuckery until tommorow, or if you are really good, tonight,

Second port of call....around the world tour.

Like I said, next event in the triathlon was plain old fucking in a missionary position albeit a slightly modified one.

Condom on (always play safe , kids!), hs grasped his cock and fed it to my hungry cunt..it slipped right in and he began a-fuckin' in earnest. Seriously. He had kind of a look of concentration as he worked it in and out...he caught a nice rythem, and I was basically still buzzing along. I had in mind a whole scenario where I count of the orgasms like reps in a gym under the manaical eye of the evil Inga..but in the moment I just had them unremarked as the came and enjoyed them in a blissed out place...

We got interrupted a couple of times by cars coming toward the end there to turn around only one went past his truck and he managed to get his pants up each time...I rigged his belt so it held the pants up but left his fly open with his cock and balls hanging out in what otherwise would have looked ridiculous, but here was sort of hot.

The blonde tennis star finished at some point and crossed over the parking lot at an angle not really close to us, but it was hot to watch her walk by even in the distance and wonder if she noticed what we were up to..not many cars and parked out of the way like that it would be obvious if she thought about it at all...

All at once I realized that unlike actual sex-toys this one had a finite capacity, and he was close...

"Wait!" I protested..."I'm not through with that!"

That was the wrong thing to say as it pushed him over the edge into goofy-face mode.

He apologized something about trying to last longer...I explained no, it was fine..I got off several times. That brightened his outlook and caused a noticeable twitch in his flagging unit. I squeegeed off his cock into the condom and grabbed a blue rough papertowel from a roll in his backseat and wrapped him up a little present..."Make sure you get rid of that before your girlfriend unwraps it I teased..."

He had a guilty look on his face..I thought that was kind of hot. "Tell me about her.." I pushed...

He mumbled some things I pressed a bit....he described a vigorous, fairly vanilla sex life that happens on her terms when it happens. Hot in spurts and then cooling off periods is sort of how he described it.

"You fuck her with your fuck step?"

"God, no..She hates my Bronco ..too dirty" he recanted a little..."She likes to go out like on a picnic in it, but sex is on a clean blanket after I find a clean place to lay it down."

"Not into dirty sex?"

"Not really.."

"Well if I had known that I would have offered you my ass instead!"

(I had been planning in my imagination to do that anyway in my image of ridding him cowgirl in a pickup and switching holes mid fuck at least that's how I pictured it...teenager again game for anything, hedonist)

"Really????"

His flag wasn't flagging as much, it rolled a little as it rebounded a little...

"Sure, you could have bent me over the seat, or look I have been liking this position for anal...." As I leaned back pulling my knees up exposing my ass to him.."you think you can reach it from there?"

He was at least half mast, but anal I have discovered the hard way is not so good if it isn't the HARD way..a semi-erect cock causes more friction for some reason and that just burns.

I decided he was young enough to go again, but needed a little encouragement..I hopped down from the truck and told him trade me places...He did.and I THOUGHT about really trading him places and using my little plastic phallus on his ass by way of demonstration but, well I didn't want to scare him off...

I grasped his cock and lowered my mouth to it.....

And put this aside for another teasing day of debriefing this debauchery.

Guess the hosery....

This is an interesting game that apparently Derek has been playing all along, and is now kind of a joint exercise....

The other day when I got the thigh highs I also got some sandal-foot pantyhose because I wanted to wear a pair of strappy heels that I haven't worn in a while.

Yesterday, I wore them to work with a rather snug pencil skirt. I was alone with Derek when several people took an afternoon break and caught him looking at my shoes.

"Caught you that time." I remarked. "But you have either lost interest or are getting better at using your peripherals."

He grinned and said, "Oh, I am always noticing."

So what do you think, "Pantyhose or not?," I teased

"I was thinking pantyhose." He said with very little hesitation.

"You been keeping track?"

"Well, since that one day, after I finally got what you meant about not wearing pantyhose I can't help but notice. Like for instance yesterday with the black and then red shoes you were definitely not wearing pantyhose."

"How could you tell?" I said it casually, but I very well knew how..I had worn the bulky garter-belt and a clingy skirt at least at the top of it.

"The straps holding them up kinda showed." He actually blushed a little.

"Well its nice to be noticed, Derek. I kinda hoped though that no one noticed I switched shoes though. I hadn't meant to wear them to work."

"Why not?"

"Not really business appropriate."

"So why did you switch?"

Uh oh....hmmmmm.....well I started this....

I looked him right in the eye and said..."I had a lunch-date, and wanted to look nice."

He thought about that for what seemed like forever and then just. 'Oh.'

I told him that I was embarrassed a little when I realized my mistake. I said since I kind of thought if anyone noticed it would have been him, and that I though about sending him out to my car to fetch the proper pair. He likes responsibility and apparently shoes, so it was a natural fit from an executive standpoint.

He smiled big and said..."You should have, I'd be glad to have gotten them for you. I would have thought you wouldn't embarrass easily though, Mrs ________." He always make me feel like a third grade teacher when he calls me that.

He did a really lousy job of not looking for the rest of the day. Today I wore more sensible shoes and thigh highs. I haven't asked for his guess yet.

Kind of a weird unintended consequence from slutting it up for my date.

I ran into Diana who is sort of the most likely to push the boundaries of business attire and related part of this story, basically just mentioning that I had unintentionally worn some kinky shoes to work (leaving out the lunchtime shoe switcheroo) and that a young guy on my team had noticed them. She immediately said, Oh the red ones? I was aghast! I hadn't even seen Diana that day and she had noticed? Before I could get my head around that, she of course wanted to know who on my team had noticed...she said, "I'll have to wear something outrageous and strut on by. Can't let you have all the fun." That sounds like trouble.

So I asked her about when she had seen them. It was worse than I thought. Apparently, she overheard a couple of the administrative staff girls talking about my choice of shoes. One saying to the other, "I hope I have the guts to wear shoes like that when i am her age!" Diana loved needling me with that comment.

"We should go out sometime after work like old times. I know lots of places you could wear those shoes!" Old times involved a lot of alcohol and Diana displaying ample amounts of her proudly bought and paid for cleavage.

I mentioned Diana's open invitation but not the comment about the shoes to hubby..(Hubby has met her and knows what a wild child she is). He said, "You should go..you were pretty good friends a while back." Is he kidding?? Go to a pick-up bar with Diana? Well perhaps he isn't kidding...

My social calender is getting complicated...

First port of call....around the world tour.

Exotic India with cunnilingus as illustrated in every relevant position from the Karma Sutra...at least that was what I planned...Remembering pick-up seats with their high perch of privacy and roomy slippery vinyl...every position imaginable I had planned, from missionary to cowgirl..(wish I still had my urban cowgirl hat)

I arrived at the park/rec center place a little early having snuck out of work..(shhhh don't tell only Derek probably noticed and he isn't talking..what a good boy he is) Brian was there earlier it seemed in his be-hemoth. I knew at a glance it was his as it was indeed a beater...he had scouted around apparently and picked a place towards the end of where the nearly empty tennis courts are..a little too humid for tennis except for a couple of older men and a hot blond beating the hell out of the backboard thing by herself. Maybe I should take it up...she had killer legs.

I slid into the spot next to him and sure enough there he was beaming expectantly down into my car. I quickly changed shoes realizing I had forgotten to already and click clicked around to the passenger side..he almost beat me to it hopping down and rushing around to open my door...I handed him my satchel and climbed up awkwardly.

He didn't have a bench seat! Damn! how is this going to work..I turned in the door to him and asked him about it...he explained something about a 'bronco interior'. I asked him if the seat at least reclines...he hurriedly reached between my legs adjusted, slid reclined and I was ready to go..kinda like how the dentist manipulates the chair around in a way that you know he has to be thinking how he could SO fuck you in this position or that...(or is that just me in the dentist chair thinking that?)

"Where are the stirrups?" I asked (Mixing my medico-professional metaphors...) my friends and I used to joke about the hand holds / "footrests" in pickup trucks..He was puzzled I explained he pointed to a grab bar...I experimentally hooked a heel into it giving him a wanton look at my smooth shaved deliciousness (well that's what I hoped he thought.)

"Well, get after it, big boy I tell him.." actually grabbing him by the hair gently but firmly shoving his face under my skirt. "We only have an hour and I warned you I have trouble cumming from just a good licking."

TOTAL lie, I come on a dime but he doesn't need to know that...I had to actually try to hold off a little and the holding off just made the wave hit a little harder. Tongue, lips, teeth (gently - LOVE THAT). He was pretty good actually...into it which is key......

I squirmed and came and stifled it and came again and got a little vocal...Oh yes like that more and various pleadings to a more western God than India-centric deities.

He adapted quickly and had me riding a wave, I was losing control of the way I had pictured this going and didn't care..it was really lovely with dappled shade from some trees, a breeze slipping through the open door to his open window, him standing bending over attentively devouring me, plonking of tennis balls punctuating the air....the thrill of being in public..I am sure I was soaking his seat.

I NEED some cock...I announced and rummaged through the satchel and came up with the vibe. I actually had role-played it in my head an analogy about using him as a sex toy, and things I could get him to say, but at that moment I did need a cock inside me and yet I wanted to continue to torment his erection...It slipped right in of course and I started a rhythm..."like that' I explained and guided his hand to the dildo...

So here is this healthy young male with a perfectly good cock straining to escape his trousers fucking me in a parking lot in the open in public with a rubber dildo...priceless.

I teased a bit..(when I could catch my breath) about 'considering' loosing his 'sex toy'..(I couldn't quite call it his dildo, but I wanted to....) I pointed out that the tires on his truck made the height wrong....

He said "wait a minute." (men are all problem-solvers)

He went to the back opened the hatchy part and reached in and came out with a huge block of wood made from other pieces of wood glued together it looked like...he dropped it with a loud boom at my feet and stepped up on it.

"You carry a step for fucking?" I exclaimed when in fact it did bring his crotch up to about the level of my already abused cunt.

He laughed..(I mentioned I like his laugh), "No its for the jack so it reaches the frame."

"Well aren't you prepared like a good little Boy Scout?"

I unzipped him and dropped his pants to his ankles in the parking lot. I thought about it and adjusted the rear-view mirror and the vanity mirror to give a panorama behind us a bit. I couldn't trust him to think about getting caught when he was thinking about getting some pussy.

I grabbed his rock hard cock and led him to my slit...just teasing the slit with it, masturbating using the head of his cock..."Oh yes, this will work well for this." he was already leaking a little pre-cum which I fingered into a stringy loop in the sunlight and brought to my lips...why is pre-cum sweet and cum salty?

This made me (erp) realize a condom was in order, and I reached in and pulled out the whole un-opened box.

"Do you have enough?" he teased.

"Well we aren't going to use more than two or three now, the rest are for my date after work." let him think about that a minute as I fumbled one out of the box then wrapper and then rolled it on him..been a while since I did that...(Marcus had put on his own) it was kinda fun in a nostalgic way..the way they hold really still and almost shake with anticipation of what they are about to get...

We have now arrived with the missionaries at our second port of call where we will instruct the natives on the proper use of the one True Position..although I was sort of sitting up and in an awkward pose...

The world-tour tease is to be continued...

Pre-date Prep and Jitters.

I woke before my alarm clock ans squirmed with excitement. I considered jumping hubby who was lying on his no doubt morning wood. He mus have sensed me thinking about it because he humped the mattress a couple of times in his sleep as I pondered. I decided to let my arousal build to a crescendo.

Extra attention in the shower with the disposable razor..smooth smooth smooth.

I packed my satchel as I am calling it. It is a big tote we got on vacation with flowers that color in the sunlight. I have been taking the laptop in it since it fits and now I have to bring it home each night since hubby remembers we have it. I am hoping the tote hides it a little but doesn't look like I am hiding it if he happens to notice.

I grabbed my fairly realistic modest sized dildo with the twist dial on the base that goes from hmmmm to WOW. (Well, I'm pretty used to it now so the wow in maybe lowercase now. I can ride a wave for a while with the tip of it pressed to my clit...nice realistic mouth feel to it if it does taste a bit plastic-y)

Kinky shoes...red 4" stilettos I think I got from Frederick's of Hollywood. Penny-pinching accountant husband has NEVER said no to a purchase from Fred's. From the dog-ears on the corners of the catalog, I think he reads it for the articles... There was no intention of anyone from work seeing the shoes, but Derek definitely noticed and that led to an interesting discussion, but thats a whole 'nother post. Maybe I'll throw that in at the end...(I know what a tease!).

Packed my red lacy garterbelt that matched the front closing bra I had put on. The panties are a replacement that go OK, but aren't part of the set.

Longish skirt with lots of pleats for easier access. Snap-up top for quick access.

Stockings! Damn!....Not one single pair i can put together as matching is without a run or a toe-hole. Been wearing my kinky stuff lately and been going through stockings. I should send husband to pick some up to draw MORE attention to the fact that I am going out of the house fully slutted up these days. He said something the other day when he was moving some lingerie from the shower so he could get in...I apologized for turning the bathroom into a laundromat...he said something about not minding since wearing the kinky stuff seems to have made me horny lately...that's kind of backwards of what is going on, but it made a nice alibi...I love wondering if he is wondering...

I decided to stop by Walgreens on the way to work and get thigh highs. I have my mind set on the garter belt so knew I would have to bunch up the elasticy part to get the clips from the garter straps on, but no guy is going to notice the redundancy of stay-up stockings and a garter belt. Its all about the visuals here.

I browsed quickly at the store grabbing some sundries. Travel size toothpaste and a folding brush...other things so it didn;t look like I had made a walk of shame trip for new stockings only. The nude color I selected was a little less so than say sheer black...

I picked the older lady's line Then got out of line when I realized...CONDOMS!

I had made it clear that I was taking Brian up on his non-strings cunnilingus offer to 'payback' for the no strings fellatio he got a while ago. I had no intention of letting his cock go to waste, in fact I had very specific plans to use it in every way imaginable. Reminding him to bring condoms would give it away, and no condom well not going there! So I grabbed a huge multipack figuring I would blush once and deep red now rather than a few times over the course of the next month or two...(If this econo-slut sized box doesn't last me a while....I deserve the title)

Back to older ladys line..(who is probably my age...ghak!) it is a little shorter..she is slow....come on come on...cute youngish guy behind me, he can no doubt see the condoms. I brazenly don;t try to hide them...bold, marj, bold.

Young guy on other register is hustling and clears his longer line...

"Ma'am I can help you here.." to me (Grrr Ma'am...although Brian said it a few times later and in that context it warmed my domme-y little heart). I was next and Older lady was looking myopically for a UPC on the purchase in front of me..deep breath I switched lines as did the youngish guy behind me...

I prepared to blush as I watched him ring me up with out comment...quick efficient, professional..ALMOST (but not really) disappointed when he didn't call for a price check on slut-pack condoms...Bagged, paid for and I swear he held my eye with a glint for just a moment at the end...probably my feverish imagination..it does that.

Off to work. I could easily have waited till just before lunch, but to be honest I wanted Derek to catch an eyeful of sheer stockings if not slutty shoes..I had worn semi sensible (for me lately) shoes. Mary Janes with a wider ankle-strap think frumpy not bondage gear but with kinky but only 3" heels.

Bathroom stall. Lose the shoes. Skirt on the hook, panties in the satchel. Slidddde on the stockings,,(love that feeling) they stay up as they are made to...could have left it at that, but wriggled and twisted and clipped and got the straps on. This made the tops bunch up like I knew they would and I frowned a little at the bulge that would make in the line of my skirt.

Looked at the panties which have to go OVER the garter straps both for fuckable access but also in case you want too pee in a hurry! But looks a little silly to me that way. I took a readers sugestiona nd went sans panties. That was fun..I used to find that daring slutty in my youth and was pleased to feel that again. maybe I will have no-panty Wednesdays or something...can;t wait to announce that to my team...

Made it to my desk more or less on time...self conscious about the straps but in a hot way...Derek didn't seem to to notice..not even with the bending, and dangling and leg crossing I put in. It was a good way to kill a few hours before lunch though..(Didn't expect me to WORK did you?)

Dragging out this story DOES seem a bit of a tease as suggested. SO I figure I will drag this out for days!!!! (sticks out tongue)

Around the World. In a Pickup Truck.

There was a line in a Garth Brook like that...It didn't hit me until one day singing along to the radiop that it could be a sexual reference. I thought back at the time to when or where I had hear "Around the World" as a description for doing "everything" in a sexualy tryst. At least that's what I think it means...


So I did today....this deserves more time than I have at the moment to tell, so I'm going to add to this tonight if I can sneak on...

Gotta get back to work..i'm late

Booty 'Call'

Writing up the past two posts has made me anxious to to more than re-live the past. I spent HOURS looking at profiles, responding to a few messages, sorting imagining....

It occurred to me that I have two perfectly fuckable, demonstrably discreet men on call. Marcus would be my first choice, but that has to be scheduled between he and I..I should get that started so that it will be available later, but It felt slutty setting up two dates on the same whim, so I called....sent a text actually...just "what's up?"

(The prearranged signal that his girlfriend -he thinks- can be told it wa a wrong number)...been a while he was actually courteous about sending a note the next day and a follow-up a week later without groveling...It was understood as a one-time thing and he respected that.

He texted back...."uh, who is this?"

I said, "Alan's Wife, I am planning his surprise party.." I thought cleverly obtuse..

Too much so..."Alan who?"

Frustrated...I finally said..."Call me."

"Uh, hello....???"

"Can you talk?"

"Yeah, sure...who is this?"

"This is your date for tommorow. Know any good parking lots?"

"OMG !! MARGE!!! (although he knows me as something else...I know him as Brian..you know him as Subway boy)

"You mentioned you were eager to recipricate.."

Practically stammering..."yeah, sure, absolutely, I'd love to do that..." He thought a moment then wanted to establish his place..."uh you change your mind about an ongoing thing?"

"No, Brian..." I explained, "You remeber me telling you about that drawer in my nightstand with the toys for when I feel an urge?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I put your number in the drawer and I felt an urge...so I plan to use you like a cheap sex-toy...do you mind?"

He laughed at that..."Use me, please!"

"Good boy!" I announced. "Remind me what you drive?"

"Uh, I sort of borrowed the car last time...."

"Let me guess, your girlfriend's?..I seem to remember you mentioning a truck?"

Dodging the first question he hurried, "Yeah I have a Bronco...then he paused and said, its just beater....." like he's blown it by not having a "cool" car. Kinda high school, kinda cute actually.

"Well you won't mind if I make a mess then..."

laughed again...like his laugh.

"You going to be able to handle 'just' getting to eat me for lunch?"

"Sure, I owe you right?..course if you want more......"

"Don't get your hopes up, Brian.."

"Yes, Ma'am!" laughs again..I chose to find that cute but I just told an online friend to knock off the ma'am it reminded me of my friend an I laughed too.

So tomorrow. I shall relive my glory days of my slutty misspent youth sprawled across the seat of a pick-up truck.

Stealthy Phone.

My new best friend (for today anyway) is Amanda my local authorized Verizon agent. I stopped in on the way home and asked about having two separate phones with just one actual phone to carry around.

I was embarrassed and blushed and she paused a moment and then got where I was going I think. She grinned conspiratorially and showed me how to replace a card in my phone and I bought a spare one and we hooked up a line to the replacement card on a pre-paid basis....

I have some naughty plans for this. If it works like I think it will, I'll post up directins on how to get your very own one.

April and June

The background I wrote to explain the context of the last post got me thinking about cousin April. We were friends and rivals a year apart in age. We did quite a few things with, near or with the awareness of each other which was unavoidable in any case in the relatively small town we grew up in. We had the same last name as our Daddys were brothers. So we were often referred to collectively as the" &^3%*! girls." (No not an expletive, I just wasn't quick with a creative nom de plume or in this case perhaps a nom de guerre)

I was thinking about April and me in the context of reputations. You know the ZZ Top line, "She won't do it but her sister will?" Kinda like that. I had the reputation as the slutty one, and she was actually wilder and kinkier, but because it was one boyfriend at a time, she kinda encouraged the idea and I think, looked down on me. All the "But June will.." lines were undefended by her. I didn't mind so much because I would, and didn't much care who knew it, as long as they were polite to me.

As I thought the wilder of our experiences I had an epiphany. In some ways I had been in a cuckolding type relationship at that time. I wouldn't have known the term or understood the concept but it had all the elements. I am trying even now to get my head around the situation to see who played what role. Working backwards, I ended up at the end with boyfriend Sam. The time I am thinking of was the two girl blowjob. We were the three of us sitting around drinking from the bottle and reminiscing. I had made some sort of motion towards Sam. and then stopped when I thought about the fact she didn't have her (then) boyfriend with her to play along. She encouraged me.."Go ahead!" So I did.

In pretty short order Sam with a glazed look of incredulity on his face and pants around his ankles was getting a blowjob while his ex-girlfriend watched. She reached over and guided both his presentation and my delivery. (She was always a little bossy) eventually she went down two in a bizarre enthusiastic competitive demonstration..she'd bob, then move down to his balls and lower and give me a turn...I think looking back she was proving to herself that she was the better lay. (A claim that she had stated more than once to anyone that cared to know or not.)

I told you about that not to titillate (although damn that WAS hot!) but to explain how odd it was that she was there to do that. They had an odd relationship. They didn't play with others unless it involved me. I was kind of a stand in. I am sure that April did not initiate the encounters it was all Sam. Back when they were dating.  (I know this because I was around when he set things up.) Basically he'd arrange a date for me, and then we would "double" which basically ended up more often than not with April coupling with my date and me with Sam. I know it sounds simple like either Sam just wanted to be with me or April wanted to play around but there was something more there.

April was aware that Sam was 'setting her up' but she didn't much care to influence the choice. I was the easy one right? Sam on the other hand really did prefer April one-on-one. It was the kinky aspect of swapping that he liked, a voyeur thing, so I think in a lot of ways he was driven in some of the same ways as cuckolds.

This is more just a collection of observations, than any specific epiphany but it seemed relevant. And no, I haven't figured out a way to bring up Mr. Black.

Gone Black..and Back.

I wanted to touch on a subject that I have both avoided talking about at all here even in passing as well as with hubby in my recounting of my errant past.

It seems a fairly common theme in "hot wife blogs" and "cuckold blogs" and even in "infidelity blogs". The idea of taking cheating to 'trade up' ones sexual partner for someone of a more gifted endowment. This leads, I think naturally and disturbingly racially tinged to a discussion of BBC as it is called for Big Black Cock.

Now in general I don't think my pussy is particularly sensitive to skin tone as it doesn't have receptors for that, but....as more than one comedian has hinted, "If you are going to believe the stereotypes, believe it ALL!"

So I was surfing along and ran across this post on The Little White Cuckold about why one should seek out a black man as the ultimate in both fulfilling the fantasy and the reality of the whole cuckold experience. Although it seems a little over the top in tone, it probably would appeal to most cuckolds and their wives to have such an experience.

It pings away at out societal consciences on race, taboo, size and all the rest of it.

So would husband in his fevered imagination be able to be handle being cucked by a big black bull. I would think so. Would he prefer that? Hard to say..he isn't one to express racist views and I wonder if feeding the stereotype by feeding a big black cock into his willing white slut wife would seem a bit racial to him so I think it would be hard to articulate in those terms. If he caught a black client of his checking me out I think he would be just as turned on and maybe more so for the guilty racial tinge.

What about me? DO I dram of a timber-dicked ebony Mandingo to fuck? I am not a size-queen, but I wouldn't shy away from trying to accommodate a large cock regardless of the flavor. I just wouldn't seek out the large for large sake. So perhaps in the interest of non racist dalliance in interracial sexual exploits I should seek out an urban, articulate black man of average endowment to engage in a threesome with myself and say a red-headed Irishman who is hung like a horse.

So, do you want to know in purely racist terms, have I ever gone black? Have I ever wrapped my mouth around a purple-y soft head of a rigid black pole, while inhaling the uniquely sweet fragrance of smooth black skin?? Have I submitted like a bitch in heat on all fours as a black man stretch the lips of my tight, young white cunt to painful delight as he eased his big black cock past my resistance and lubed his shaft carefully in my slippery excited depths...Did I experience both shame and pride at the remembrance of the experience the next day as I felt the sore, satisfied feeling in my abused cunt as I shifted uncomfortably the next day at work in my snugger than they needed to be pants and felt his eyes on my ass as I counted back change to the customers/

Well yes, I did.

I have done a lot of slutty things in my past. Just a sampling:

• Every guys fantasy of the two girl BJ, and with my actual cousin as the second girl.
• Date-swapped guys with that same cousin several times
• Gave head to a "Dad" as he took me home from a babysitting job.
• Sex in the back row of a theater every way you can imagine, and more times than I can remember
• Sex with a completely random pick-up not even picked up by me but by a roommate that brought him home to fuck me on a study break, just because she could.
• Handjob in a Denny's
• Going off in a pickup with two guys and leaving them both with smiles on their faces.
• Sex in a sleeper cab with a trucker while my giggling friends waited at a rest-stop on a vacation trip
• Road head. In a convertible. In the daytime. In traffic.
• Giggling with friends at one of their brother's porno-stash, then acting out the lesbian scenes.
• Picked up by a girl as a present for her boyfriend and enjoyed them both.

Does my voyeuristic husband know about these? Yes each and every one of them in lurid detail. So why doesn't he know about me having a couple of drinks straight out of the bottle with my married, black boss after work and agreeing to go home with him?

Seems telling I omitted this story now that I think about it. I had mostly avoided married men, but that isn't the source of the omission I must admit. It is fun to have a kinky (pardon the pun ) dark secret, but we have so few at this point...

I think I hesitated early on mentioning it and then when quite a bit of time passed it seemed not having mentioned it gave it more significance than it had.

Thinking abou this I decided I am going to tell him every sordid detail and let him enjoy the same dirty guilty thrill I get when I think about it with a satisfied smile on my face. I have no idea how I will bring it up but I shall. Like today..Uh honey did I ever mention the time.... And no I'm not going to leave you hanging...here are the details forthwith:

Mr Black (I'll call him) was my boss at work. My job was to take the customer's money while they enjoyed (I noticed) the sight of my youngish boobs restrained by my uniform top issued to me by Mr. Black in a size perhaps a little small. No cleavage or anything it wasn't cut that way, but really snug. I kind a liked it.

We provided our own black slacks or skirt and I felt for consistancy, it should be similarly well fitted. I almost always wore pants. I toyed with the idea of wearing a shortish skirt, even tried it on and made a few turns in the mirror. Nice and slutty but I never wore it to work, just seemed a bit much.

I was quickly promoted to assistant manager working directly under Mr. Black (so to speak...Ha!) This pissed off the girls that had been there longer but was taken with a shrug by the boys. They tended not to work the front anyway and with the money being taken in next to Mr. Black's office it seemed logical that the assistant manager would also work the window. There is a lot of turnover there so, it wasn't long before I was accepted as deserving the position whatever my "ass"ets seemed to be suspected of being initially.

I had once teased Mr. Black about wanting the "hot girls" in view from his usually open door. He explained in all seriousness that customers come back if they think they have a chance to flirt with a cute girl. I asked him if we should flirt more he said, "Naw just be yourself. The boys will hover 'round no matter." He never did come on to me or the other girls and was always professional. He was proud of our location doing better than most of the companies other ones despite being in what was perceived as a less expensive mall.

I often stayed at the end and helped count the night's take. Never a flirt, never an objection if one of my friends waited or helped. He wasn't angling for anything it seemed. We all speculated amongst ourselves about whether he would or wouldn't and decide he's a guy he would if offered, but married and black, I think he was not going to risk a job or a marriage for some fluffy little piece of ass.

Until he did.

We were counting one night alone, and in hindsight he of course had thought about it, and planned an approach..maybe he wasn't ever going to use it, but he was ready. We were talking about a girl that had come to work pretty drunk and he had had to send her home. He was cool about that, he didn't tolerate being obviously high or stoned, but he wasn't harsh about it..He just said, "What you do on your time is your business, but be upright here."

I had told him I thought he was maybe a little lenient with her because her going home left us shorthanded. He explained that she was a good employee usually and this was a new thing for her, and he'd give it a week or two and see if she was just having a hard time right now. He was right it wasn;t like her and I made a mental note to talk to her and find out if she had home problems boyfriend problems or whatever...he admitted he doesn't like firing people but "It goes with the job." He had at times but usually for unapologetic tardiness. Come to think of it my management style is based a lot on things I observed him do. People liked working for him and tended to give him a pretty good effort as do my guys. (and girls)

Hey maybe there's a book in there..."All I needed to know about management I learned from fucking Big Black Cock.' I should get to the sex shouldn't I? Weird how even telling it here I am stalling a bit.

So we talked about drinking on the job, I admitted I had been a little drunk a couple of times when I had been drinking at the river before work. He kindly said it hadn't showed that he had noticed. He admitted he has a nip every now and then, but says the key is to decide what your limit is and stick to it. I was surprised. I had NEVER seen him anything but sharp and alert. I called him out.."Oh, right...you sneaking a forty when my back is turned with a customer."

With a wicked glint and a smile, he walked over to a file cabinet and pulled out a drawer and held up a fifth of something clear with red writing on the label. I covered my mouth in mock horror. "Mr. BLACK!" ..."Really?"

"You never know about people, girl.." he said...

I chewed that over and then said, "Can I have a shot?"

Long speculative look. "You gotta drive home. We are about done here."

I said, "I can handle one."

He shook his head and then said.."I could drive you I guess..."

He handed me the bottle and I took a good swig. "Whoa, watch it, that's strong stuff'"he warned... it was sweet and burned and left a sweet coolness of (peppermint?)

We talked and laughed and he had a small swig, I had another really small swig and was feeling pretty buzzed.

I said something about his wife starting to wonder if he didn't get home soon. He off-handly remarked that she is out of town this week.

"That opens up some possibilities" I said having trouble believing I said that out loud even with the help of the (schnapps?). Long speculative look..."You sure you want to be thinking like that, girl?"

I nodded and stood up.."We ought to get going" I said.

Without really saying much of anything we made small talk out to the lot, he held my door as I got into his car like it was a casual date with a friend. Older, well cared for American Behemoth. Plush seats felt sinful I thought. I almost expected a quickie in the parking lot and the thought of it made me sit extra still trying not to wriggle. More unremarkable banter on the way to his house.

Modest home, nicely and tastefully decorated had some Pier-One style world artifact decorations and rich tones...chocolate featured in the upholstery...smile...made me smile at the time.

"Like a drink?" he offered, and I accepted and tossed down another shot..In hindsight I think I was wanting the classic alcohol alibi. I hadn't been feeling the effects that much by the time we got there and certainly wasn't when I had made the decision I wanted to try him out ~No when I decided I wanted to FUCK him~, but I kind of which I had been dead sober, fueled only by slutty desire so that I would have had it more clear in my mind my motivations.

He was tender and attentive...we kissed on the couch. He was slow and patient...as if waiting for me to change my mind or hit a limit...I was vaguely aware that my hair smelled of popcorn and a little cigarette smoke (as you could smoke in the lobby in those days). He smelled of slightly sweet cologne as he always did with a subtle under-note of him even sweeter. I remember kissing his neck and tracing a tongue and thinking he actually tastes sweet, hard to describe exactly.

My blouse came off and he one handed my bra...lots of time and attention there...he said something flattering about them being as nice as he imagined...I filed that away wondering how much time he had spent on such imagining..I hoped a lot. It pleased me that I pleased him to look at, making work more enjoyable for him I thought, maybe. It occurred to me that the job for him probably had a lot of opportunities for such thoughts, with the young nubile bodied girls before and I was sure after me working there.

I unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest..and we cuddled and made out and he didn't push except the prodding I could feel when my hand would "accidentally" then obviously press into his lap...I figured he had lots more experience due to his age. He was probably 35ish which sure seemed to be the ancient wisdom to me. In hindsight my slutting around had probably given me more experience with the care and feeding of a cock, then he had with pussy, but you just never know about people as he said. I sensed him being deferential, and I don;t know now if it was that of a black man with a white girl who had been of age before the civil rights act, or because he was my boss, or because he was just gentle, but he waited me out. And won.

I reached down and gripped his cock through his pleated dress pants and jerked him a couple of times. I moved in front of him and knelt and undid his belt, then unzipped him and eased them down as he raised himself off the couch to help...I remember...stretchy nylon briefs...untying his black wingtip shoes....leaving on his paisley socks.

His cock was sideways in the those briefs, and sprang upright, nicely formed and as expected fairly large when I released it pulling the briefs below his balls. It seemed more real seeing his balls snug against the base of his cock. I don't know if they had risen tight like that anyway as they were held up by the waistband. I was slow and expressive in my attention...I really enjoyed both the way his skin tasted and the nearly reverential look on his face as I used my well-practiced skills learned from beta-max porn and many a willing partner. I was good at it and I knew it...

He was not the monster of mythological proportions that people talk about. I am not sure if he was in fact the largest man I was ever with a couple of others some to mind. One was a football player with a cock to match the size of his huge feet, and the other was a skinny guy with a cock that startled me when I accidentally saw it when he was changing byu the side of a truck on a river trip with a bunch of us. I had heard he was hung, and became a believer that day..I never fucked him but think I should have just for the tale.

So Mr. Blacks cock fit nicely in my mouth, a bit larger one does feel a little more wanton to a cock-gobbling slut. When you have to twist and contort a bit to avoid teeth and feeling it pressed against the back of your throat plugging your air is a nice, snug, well used feeling. I have since seen porn with some little girls mouth gagging on BBC as he forces her deeper by a handfull of hair and am a bit jealous. It wasn't in his nature but I picture Mr. Black fucking my throat with abandon in private reverie at times. Interestingly hubby does from time to time get a bit forceful about it when I finally convinced him I relished that treatment..I read on someones blog today about her hanging her head over the edge of the bed and I remembered many a times when hubby has forcefully fucked my face that way. I am sure I will tell him this ale astride him but it would be hot to print this out and have him read it while he face-fucks me.

At one point after a lot of appreciative mans and occasional involuntary slight thrusts and tightening of glutes and balls, he warned me..."Girl you keep that up, it's gonna go off!"

I actually re-doubled my efforts..I wanted to suck him off at the moment..I felt as slutty as ever, and wanted to be used as a slut...I also wanted to feel him in me...I was unsure...I teased and bobbed..content to leave it at a blowjob if that happened but ready for anything..

At some point when I paused he lifted me up and kissed me some more and said something complimentary about my skills, don't remember what but it wasn't "what a slutty, eager cocksucker you are" more like, "that felt amazing" sort of thing but he didn't talk like that..

He stood me up and stripped me...everything.

I remember a shiver when he slid my little cotton panties with the fake string ties on the side down..he was kissing my belly and my hip and stroked the side of my pussy with a thumb which opened like a flowers petals to his touch...

"You are really beautiful.." he breathed at the sight of me with parted legs, his face intent, he clearly meant the sight of my folds ass he parted them with his hands and tongue and nose and lips and teeth...he was really quite good at that, and I rose and bucked and rode and came..

I really got lost in the attention and loved it and it both seemed natural and at the same time unexpected when he kissed up my body and loomed over me his chest nearly to my face as he stroked my pussy with the tip of his cock which parted me as easily as his tongue and eased in surprisingly smoothly. He seemed to hold back a little as he tested and probed until he had buried it to the hilt it seemed..At some point he had my legs over his shoulders and his hands gripping my ass and it was a little too deep and I let out a gasp...he pulled back, but I groaned.."NO, DOn't stop!" He continued and it hurt but in a good way..I felt very stretched..it wasn't that he was huge, he was a little thicker and a little longer than I would say for example hubby is, but that little bit extra and the fact that I had been between boyfriends and one night stands for a little while and I could tell I was going to be sore.

The next day at work I was. I was also smiling a lot, and we never talked about it ever. He did say when I eventually moved on to a little better paying job that "We are going to miss you around here." and in a lower meaningful tone said, "I won't ever forget you, girl."

Makes me wonder if he has a facebook page..hmm he'd be 60ish? Probably still fit....hmmm