It's not slutty...

...if you are doing your husband, right?

Even if he was third in line? For the day?

You know, now that I think about it...this continuation of a day of slutty excess occurred after midnight in our timezone, so therefore he had his very own day. Pshew! ~released~  I feel much more virtuous!

I believe the cliff-hanger at lunchtime left you (well him) with me stroking his cock with my folds through a couple of layers of undershorts. I left mine on. Satiny pink ones and no NOT a pair I had worn on either 'date' Why would you think that you pervs! ~just kidding~ I guess color was inconsequential as the lights were off, but his rigid member seemed to enjoy the texture of that as I alternated gliding softly to grinding down hard. I could easily have brought him off that way in short (no pun) order, but I felt I owed him a bit more.

I was still as I said irrational concerned (and knew it was irrational at the time) about being noticeably used. In situations like that I kinda wish he DID know and approve of my activities. Not that that is out of the realm of the possible since he does have tendencies like an actual cuckold as far as I can see and has been enthusiastic about past stories and recent 'fables'.

I've read hot wife experiences from the cuck's perspective where he reports differing sensations. I believe he experiences that but I think it isn;t a matter of knowing to expect it, but rather expecting it causes the perception. There may be a demonstrable 'readiness' on her part because she has had a warm-up, knows he knows, and all the kinky-hot goodness that must go along with that.

My concern is where that would lead and that ain't a genie that will wiggle her cute little haram-pant clad behind and poof back in her bottle, methinks. I think a little light experimental swinging might be the way to ease into a trial, but out and out, 'I'm off on a date, hon!" has got to be fraught with peril of all sorts on all sides.(Not that infidelity is not inheritable treacherous ~pun intended~

Where was I?

I yes, slip sliding away. Kinda for real..I was w-e-t. Noticeably so...I have no idea if the soaking the gusset of my drawers was getting had an pre=ejaculate contributions on it because my side was drenched.

I slid down to a so=called subservient position. Prostrating myself before his cock. I find it a powerful position myself, him lying still...that 'don;t stop'look in his eyes. Missed this time in the dark...but my eyes were adjusting.

His cock smelled lightly fragrant of my sex. A clean fresh version. He has commented in the past that when I am really. really aroused that I taste more neutral. seemed to be so now.

Plunging my mouth on him I could taste myself. I have either by myself or sometimes for dramatic effect with a partner sampled myself on fingertip. I like my taste, but somehow with the addition of the fragrances and texture and slightly slightly background note of cock it is even better.

~giggle~ That sounded like a clip from my sister's 'foodie' blog. I read hers and learn things about blogging from her but hell no she doesn't read  mine. I hope. I have a really inept fledgling blog she is helping me with so I can ask her questions about html and such without her wondering why. And no you can't have the link. And no she isn't single. And further, no she doesn't cheat. So far as I know, and I think she'd mention but on the other hand I don;t even hint..hmmm...geez sorry I was telling a story here.

So what would have been a slightly guilty, maybe a little dutiful make-it-up-to-you fellatio session, took a turn for the kinky.

I don't think I was just reinforcing my alibi. It was as I remember it now a willful bit of kink that I really enjoyed telling.

:"Close your eyes." I told him..silly because it was dark. But I'm sure he complied. I figure he could make out my form and movements in the dark and he may have peeked but that would have spoiled nothing as the image I was intending was for his imagination and I have confidence his is sufficiently technicolor.

I went on to describe what Diana had worn, making it in the telling shorter, tighter and much more plunging than it was. I described the open-mouthed unashamed ogling that she got as a result. That part wasn't altogether a fabrication. Hubby loyally suggested her enhanced version was an inferior version of my own natural genetically driven robustness. (HA! spellchecker doesn't like bustyness but this suggestion I like...yeah that's me ro-bust! Would fembots be robo-busts?)) I thanked him for the compliment but persisted. He knows I have seen and felt them back when she had first recovered from her surgery and was eager to show them off. I lied a bit and told him that I have felt them again since and that both in form and feel they have really settled in to a rather pleasing shape. They really do look great she works out a bit and has sculpted her chest into something pretty amazing.

"Imagine you were awakened by giggling whispers. As you called out to me, I just told you to shhh! and close your eyes. You would peek of course and see her beautiful breasts for yourself as I helped her out of her clothes and directed her to our bed...."

I stopped the tale and gave him a few strokes of my mouth, hitting all the right sensitive spots. I pulled off but continued to slather his cock with licks and nuzzles and kisses, in between continuing:  my tale:

"Doesn't she have the most  fuckable lips?" I pursued.

"Yes." he nearly gasped. No protests at this point..

"Tell her."

Sensing his confusion I explained...."Diana is sucking your cock right now...tell her what a good job she is doing.."

"Oh, that feels so good..' He tested...

"Say her name....I want to hear you say her name..."

"Oh, you suck me so well, Diana.'

I gave his balls a friendly 'good boy' squeeze....that almost pushed him over I had to back off a bit in pace and intensity.

'Yeah, baby....tell her what a good little cock-slut she is..."

He did an excellent job..I tried not to be miffed at the verbal kink I had unleashed. He was willing once bidden to be a little more 'out there' in the choice of words than I think he would dare in characterizing his ever-virtuous wifey. He was enthusiastic as requested and at the point it turned into more of a face fucking I was only able to respond in gurgles..it was hot.

He delighted in calling her a 'slutty little cock-sucker'. A 'horny little nymphomaniac' and various demands that included 'slut not pejoratively but rather as a title. It was hot to hear. At another more opportune time I shall specify that he may and should think of me in such terms whilst inflagrante some other time. Then was not the time to turn off the spigot with second thoughts on his part.

My favorite (while I was doing exactly that..) was when he said "Rim that ass, slut!" I almost laughed..I had no idea he knew the term...I mean why wouldn't he...All he had to do was Google  "My wife licks my ass" to get this result...if his personal list of porn doesn't already have examples of such..:)

He came in buckets in "Diana's" mouth not on her tits as I had expected, but perhaps another time..~grin~

Trust me?

..Mark asked looking me in the eyes in the mirror. He was standing behind me I had already shed the skirt with a quick unzip, a slither and stepped out of it. He was futzing with my buttons on my blouse and then had it on the floor too. I stood all in black, from my lacy bra to my slutty heels.


"Of course." I smiled....

"Touch yourself." he watched intently as I complied. Interesting both watching myself in the mirror and him and his reactions over my shoulder in the same view. He kissed my neck, then stoked it with his fingertips, tracing my pulse. Kinda vampire-like. I wondered if he was going to take a nibble and thought ahead to my hickey remedies of days past....

Seeming to find the pulse, he applied pressure. I stopped what I was doing and then restarted when he told me to continue. I hadn't meant to just was distracted with what he was doing. I felt the vein (artery?) on that side pressure a little, then he brought another hand from around the back of my neck to the other side. He wasn't choking me, his hands were around the back of my neck instead of the front. He cut off the blood supply.

It felt really weird. A little light headed and dangerous. Probably is.

I felt I was getting close to orgasm about when I perceived some graying of my vision...am I going to pass out? I wondered almost idly....

"That's it, June, come for me!"  Like magic I did. right then. Either because I was about to or because his rasping insistence pushed me over the edge. He released his grip at that moment and blood flooded into my starved brain...head rush and an orgasm combined. He had to catch me...it was intense...

Later comparing notes he said his favorite moment was when I was riding him facing him and pulled his hands to my neck and pleading with him,,"Choke me." I don't remember doing that but quite a bit of it was  hedonistic blur. I remember hungrily sucking him off insistently completing it when he started to pull my head up for a break.

I stayed out far longer than I should have as did he. His alibi was good till 10:30. Mine open ended but subject to a visit possibly. I did check in with Diana at about 10:00 when we thought we were winding up. No visit from hubby, although she ended up at the same bar he knew about, no message on my phone...I slithered into bed at nearly midnight. Hubby mumbled something about 'good time?' I just smiled ear-to-ear n the dark and said, "Oh yeah."

I settled in to what I figured be some pretty erotic dreams maybe twinged with a little guilt. I was enjoying the satisfactory, well ridden feeling and the tittilating thrill of having gotten away with it. Again.

I heard hubby stir a bit..then realized he was groping my direction.... he fumbled the covers down a bit, my nightshirt up and was being pretty gentle with my nipples. I hadn't realized until then how rough Mark must have been on them because it grated a bit..they were tender! I bit my lip a bit, knowing that his touch didn;t warrant a strong reaction, but I was reacting. It wasn't painful, just tender but in a good way...I was wet instantly as the flood of images rushed back....suddenly I had an irrational thought.

I worried that he would be able to 'tell' that I had had quite a bit of activity recently. I have heard comments and read things suggesting a well used cunt would in fact feel noticeably, well used. I don;t find that to be the case for me, and really do not objectively believe it is true for any woman except perhaps in pretty extreme cases. I mean if you haven't done actual damage everything down there is pretty elastic it has to be, or else childbirth would be a bigger bitch than it is.

Having said that I was still worried. I was glad the lights were off..I worried I would show some sort of reaction or this ridiculous worry on my face. I headed him off before he rolled on top by rolling onto him..He objected not at all as I rubbed my crotch against him humping like a teenager.

hmmm...maybe we are headed to another post...to be continued...

Honey, what do you think of the Real Estate market these days?

We had actually talked about trying to time the bottom and pick up a rental duplex or something. A couple of his clients are already buying some seriously distressed properties....

He said, it's all in the timing. He went on to explain why it probably might be the bottom but the upswing isn't going to happen til rents start going up....

"Oh, I pouted...I got my timing wrong..."

"How's that?" he grinned recognizing my theatrical pout.

"Welllll" I began...".I was out for a stroll the other day downtown, and saw an open house so of course I went in. It's an older building"...I closed my eyes and gave him all the details I could remember but keeping it sort of generic.

"The salesman looked a little over anxious so I asked him if he could work with me on the price. He mentioned that the bank owns it and we could really screw them over on it..I told him that sounded really good."


I went on to explain that I thought the salesman was staring at my unbuttoned top three buttons ("or was it 4?" I said, unbuttoning another) but it turned out he was just short!

Playing along, he said..."and then what happened?"

I hadn't thought to ask and have no idea so I made up a figure of $30,000.

"You always say that the money is made buying them right.."

Playing along hubbie says, well that sounds pretty cheap, but what was the great deal?

"Well, we got to talking about what sort of commission he earns on something like that....he was sitting on the counter...here let me show you..."

Alan hops up..

"I wasn't sure but I think he was implying that if I was a little friendly, you know?"

Big grin..."So whacha do?"

"Easier if I show you..." I knew without checking he'd be ready so I simply unzipped and sucked him off in I am not kidding about one minute. Should have set the kitchen timer."

"He must've been impressed with your negotiating skill."

"Oh he definitely was! He said he'd cut his commission in half."

"What did you tell him?"

"Oh, I flopped down on my back on the 1970's green shag carpet and told him I wanted to earn the other half."

Must be something about the carpeting because damned if hubby wasn't getting another stiffy....

Later he said "Great story!"

I said, "Especially the part about the green shag right?"

Marital Fidelity Continued.....

Well, we made a decent stir-fry with garden remnants. We cheated and used onions from the store, but the nearly gone to flower broccoli, a handful of halved brussel sprouts, slivered carrots, and slices of the outer 1/3 of the mondo zucchini tasted great with a little soy and sirachi sauce. We ate it cross-legged on the coffee table watching Hitchcock's Rear Window. I thought of it while writing the last post. He had to dig out an honest-to-God VCR -DCR to our niece who calls the new technology format deeveedeevees. He had to run down to WalMart for a replace mt cord since the plugs on The DVD player are different on the DVD end.

It was like date night back when we had no money and he would come over to my apartment with groceries and a tape he usually recorded off air. We would munch on something experimental, some good some inedible as we fast forwarded through those eighties used car pitch-men waving their arms comically at 16x.

Sometimes we watched the movie Sometimes we fooled around instead. We did a little of both tonight.

We almost got busted. Him with his pants down around his ankles, me with my lips down around the base of his shaft. Remaining fledgling returned to the nest earlier than expected. We hopped off to the bedroom and finished.

Lest I completely lose my readership here, I should mention that whilst riding him cowgirl-style, I pulled up and off, repositioned and wriggled back down onto him. It took him a little to register that he was snugged into my "Dark Passage" (I thought that maybe was a hitchcock film but I couldnt find a reference so maybe I made it up in my mind.)

You could see the look of recognition of the kink and his up thrusts from beneath were with the frenzy of the joy of the "new thing" or at least the "seldom offered" thing. I've been on a kick about that lately and it seemed I should share that with him. (Not sharing that I have BEEN on a butt-sex kick, but rather share some of said delight with him.)

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.

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,

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.

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.)

How Was Your Day, Dear?

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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."

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.

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?

Did I ever tell you about Subway Boy?

...So began a tale I told my husband.

I am driven with my whole cheating wife desire but held back by 19 years of monogamy.

I decided I needed him to "give me permission" even if it's unknowingly...

"No," puzzled look.

I had tried to "sound natural" but this isn;t how I usually start a storyt..he usually asks something and I respond.

I started in anyway...

"I met this guy for lunch it was sort of a blind date...we met outside subway...he made some crude reference to his foot-long "hoagie" and I took the bait asking him 'Oh is it something i'll be able to get my mouth around?'"

"When was this?" my husband asked...

"Go with it Dumbass!" I retorted..."I'm pretty sure you've heard all of my slutty accomplishments twice by now..I WAS MAKING ONE UP!"

"Oh, SOrry he said...go on...PLEASE.".."Details" he says..."Lots of details"

"OK," I said..."he was wearing cargo pants and a blue polo shirt...He was driving a kind of boring metallic Mitsibiti family type car"

"Well, maybe not those sort of details.." My husband interupted..

"You mean you want to hear how the soft spongey red head of his cock felt in my mouth as I closed my mouth around it feeling his hard shaft inside the tip of it?"

"Yeah.." he said.

"OK It felt spongey yet hard inside...warm too."

"HEY!" he complained....his cock I was stroking through his shorts was not complaining.

"You really should let me tell these things my way."

"Yes, dear" he said.

I went on, losing interest in the telling except as I realized I was describing possible future events.

I explained I was supposed to meet the guy for lunch but that he was obviously horny trying to look down my shirt and that although I thought the guy was sort of a pig, I wanted cock more than lunch so I told him "let's skip lunch." The guy didn;t even have a place in mind to go for privacy so I told him to pull around the back of an office building and after a little making out where I had my shirt unbuttoned and my tits hanging out of my bra that ws folded under...(sound familiar?)

I said he played with my tits a little and I had him lean his seat back...I told him to lose his pants which he did right in broad daylight, and I blew him. The end.

Hubby complained, so I said, well easier to show you. And I did. Cleaning out his pipes and sort of my conscience. Kind of like buying an indulgence, Dont know if I'll use it...