Jim has warned me about going online from work, even from my own laptop. My cellphone is internet so-called capable, but its a PIA to use so I don't generally except checking email. (Both my "real" email and my super secret one. I don't use my super secret one much from there for fear that I will forget to clear everything and the title alone would raise eyebrows if hubby saw...)
OH! that reminds me a girl at work caught her hubby with a SECOND cellphone and so, obviously he is busted....people t work were talking about that some seemd to be a little too aware for the idea which made me wonder about a few people, that ws interesting to think about. One guy mentioned a (chip?) or something where you can have two cellphones in one? sounded worth looking into, don;t really want to ask the guy about it or he would of course wonder about me...hmm or maybe asking might be interesting..be a pretty subtle way of announcing, hey, I mess around...help me get a secret phone and I'll give you my number..;))
Off track, here. Jim has a smarty phone of some sort. he is online just about anytime I am...I asked him about it, does wifey suspect, isn't he risking getting busted at work, (that's when he said he was on his phone on the web) I assumed he was only online that way from work.
The other day he lost his phone, and was worried he hadn't cleared everything and maybe his fucks-like-a-pornstar-wifey would find it first. It stayed lost for like 3 days. The second day I realized that he was still online during work hours more often than just on breaks. I very cleverly deduced that he has some way of avoiding the I.T. Weanies snooping on him.
It took a while but I then connected the dots...he IS an I.T. Weanie! Now this place is huge but the I.T. department is a pretty small part of it. I looked in the directory and there is like maybe 15 guys. Ive met several of them who seem to find reasons to climb under my desk when do something to my computer and they mostly seem pretty young. Jim is like my age so??? Process of elimination.
I triumphantly told him that I had practically unmasked him and proudly told him what I had figured out. He asked me not to pursue this..(What? The worst I was going to do was approach each member of the department in turn and offer a BJ, the one that turns me down in loyalty to wifey would be Jim! ~kidding~ well, kinda.)
He gave me a bunch of what if's and finally came out with it. He doesn't actually work for the same company I do. That floored me...he knew all the right lingo, described things that you almost had to be here to know, and then there was the comment he made about my sexy red shoes being a little iffy for work...
At first I thought he has to be psychic or just lying about not working there because there was no frigging way!
He admitted that he actually did work her for quite a while, was in fact an I.T. Weinie, but got hired away by someone that had contracts with some of our equipment. Like outsourcing without the fun accent.
He explained that that was why he answered my hubbie's "hit on my hotwife" ad. Since it mentioned the company, he could picture all the people there in his mind and wondered what it would be like if it turned out to be someone he already knew from when he worked there. Would it be someone he had 'noticed'? Would it be a complete shock? So he played along with Hubby, to try to get hubby to give more information. When hubby quit responding he wasn't sure if Hubby had found someone else or got busted, or lost interest...(I think Hubby thought I suspected, but I really didn;t who would its too weird)
What about the shoes??? He admitted that after we had kind of hit it off, he made an excuse to visit a friend who works here and sort of "got lo9st" wandering on purpose through my area. (OOO my own personal stalker I teased.)
He said he just wanted to see, and he was sorry and , yada yada ..I told him I was flattered and intrigued and he could stalk me anytime...I mean hell, he helped me set up the blog, reads it all comments to me, makes kinky suggestions...sort of actually fucking me, he is pretty much issued an all-access pass. (P.S. if you ever feel the need to stray Jim, you definitely DO have all access..wink wink.. - wait did I say that out loud?? ~Sorry about causing you some Catholic guilt...~ No I'm not!)
So I got him to agree that sometime next week he will stop by. He wouldn't promise to say Hi. (Too, nervous, too married, too bad..:))
So I need to get busy planning something slutty to wear for each day of the week to entice him into either taking a chance or at least drooling to give himself away.
We had a very interesting chat about flirting, faithfulness, cheating, pre-planned vs. "just happened" and guilt. I'm going to ask him If I can post it because you can see the little wiggle-room, and why he is careful about the slippery slope.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Dishes and "Bitches"
I was reading a post at "at all times"'s Blog where he had in mind that his prospective Mistress/Wife would assign him or approve of a list of rules for himself.
Not a Horrible idea on its face and based on a well thought out post by Lady Grey on her blog. She had some excellent feedback for him in his comments section after he referenced his post. I wasn't sure I had much to add, but that never stops me in real life so I jumped in.
The whole Wife Led Marriage dynamic is interesting, but not my kink, so I am a little out of my depth, so I hesitated before advising him thusly:
I had been composing a ~wtf am I doing?~ post about re-connecting with my husband and curtailing my recent extra-curricular activities and was distracted by, well all of you.
This comment that led to the post here was completely off tangent from where my head was just before when on another Blog, Wifey had referred to her husband (in a text to him) as her "little cuckold bitch". 'Bitch' twanged something in me and I started musing about how I could work that into casual conversation with husband....
Then I got IRATE at a political non sequitur tacked on and tacky on the end of an otherwise readable post. The ad homminem attack doesn't bear repeating here but it got me thinking about how much the Blog World stirs up emotions/debate/actions above and beyond the sought for sexual fix. Lots to think about too little time to comment/blog/screw around...need a clone.
Not a Horrible idea on its face and based on a well thought out post by Lady Grey on her blog. She had some excellent feedback for him in his comments section after he referenced his post. I wasn't sure I had much to add, but that never stops me in real life so I jumped in.
The whole Wife Led Marriage dynamic is interesting, but not my kink, so I am a little out of my depth, so I hesitated before advising him thusly:
OK...I'm a little bitchy today, so don't get all excited in a subby/domme sort of way because it isn't meant that way but to be helpful.
My husband and I went to a couples group once. There was a young couple that were both students, her I think carrying a bit heavier load than he was.
He was thinking kind loving thoughts of her and took the time do the dishes and scrub down the kitchen imagining with anticipation the delight she would display when she got home, tired, and realized the chores were done.
She was tired and didn't notice the ABSENCE of dishes in the sink. (Think about it..one day blends into the other..do you honestly expect that she inventories the contents of the sink before she heads out?) Yes doing the dishes means she isn't subjected to the PRESENCE of the dirty dishes but out of sight out of mind.
He had what is called a "planned resentment" he was all ready for praise or to pout if she didn't notice...not a good healthy thing.
I am not going to get into a "what is a true sub?" load of crappola with you...but if you love her and it pleases you to serve the acknowledgment you crave is not something you have control over...and really shouldn't have control.
Let go.
I had been composing a ~wtf am I doing?~ post about re-connecting with my husband and curtailing my recent extra-curricular activities and was distracted by, well all of you.
This comment that led to the post here was completely off tangent from where my head was just before when on another Blog, Wifey had referred to her husband (in a text to him) as her "little cuckold bitch". 'Bitch' twanged something in me and I started musing about how I could work that into casual conversation with husband....
Then I got IRATE at a political non sequitur tacked on and tacky on the end of an otherwise readable post. The ad homminem attack doesn't bear repeating here but it got me thinking about how much the Blog World stirs up emotions/debate/actions above and beyond the sought for sexual fix. Lots to think about too little time to comment/blog/screw around...need a clone.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Hot Tub...
Continuing to fill in the blanks of what i left out from Vegas...
Sunday we went down to the pool...he was pretty satisfied in a spent sort of way. I wanted to kind of continue the theme and make him wear a Speedo, but that seemed like pushing it...He wore board shorts, I wore my blue bikini.
He enjoyed the looks I got, and said something. Some outright some more subtle. No absolute stalkers, wasn't getting actually hit on. He expressed surprise at that. I explained that since I was obviously with him, who is going to be bold enough to hit on a married woman. He said that maybe he should disappear for a while. I explained then they would just figure he'd be back any minute...this whole line of talk was interesting and I told him so.
He persisted a little saying that if he was gone for a while and then went to the poolside bar by himself or I did, no one that came later would assume we were together...I agreed that would work, and couldn't quite get to asking, "So assuming someone hits on me, how far do you want me to take it?"
Partially because I know the answer, partly because I was afraid I might give something away. I dunno..I like the idea of maybe being kinky in some way with his approval, but I am having a lot of fun with having my little secrets.
So later we were on the way back down to the pool at sundown, he made some excuse about going back to the room leave his wallet. He seemed a little dissapointed to see me by myself onthe edge of the hot tub, and asked me about it. I said that single girls are waiting for someone, available girls pair up. Hmm he said...
"I'd be all over you if I was single, and you were by yourself..make you tell me you were waiting for someone."
"Alan, you are an accountant and a nerd, you were barely 'all over me' when we were dating..." He conceded I had a point..
"Hypothetically, if I was an average guy I'd try.."t
We giggled in the Hot-tub about reprising our exhibitionist play from Kellie & Eric's party. We decided with security and cameras and families sometimes coming through we'd end up arrested..
Talking about it made me pretty horny. I wriggled my ass against him and ended up eventually encouraging him to get a little hand-sy. I rode his fingers to a couple of nice orgasms. It wasn't as kinky as the last pool party but it was fun.
Sunday we went down to the pool...he was pretty satisfied in a spent sort of way. I wanted to kind of continue the theme and make him wear a Speedo, but that seemed like pushing it...He wore board shorts, I wore my blue bikini.
He enjoyed the looks I got, and said something. Some outright some more subtle. No absolute stalkers, wasn't getting actually hit on. He expressed surprise at that. I explained that since I was obviously with him, who is going to be bold enough to hit on a married woman. He said that maybe he should disappear for a while. I explained then they would just figure he'd be back any minute...this whole line of talk was interesting and I told him so.
He persisted a little saying that if he was gone for a while and then went to the poolside bar by himself or I did, no one that came later would assume we were together...I agreed that would work, and couldn't quite get to asking, "So assuming someone hits on me, how far do you want me to take it?"
Partially because I know the answer, partly because I was afraid I might give something away. I dunno..I like the idea of maybe being kinky in some way with his approval, but I am having a lot of fun with having my little secrets.
So later we were on the way back down to the pool at sundown, he made some excuse about going back to the room leave his wallet. He seemed a little dissapointed to see me by myself onthe edge of the hot tub, and asked me about it. I said that single girls are waiting for someone, available girls pair up. Hmm he said...
"I'd be all over you if I was single, and you were by yourself..make you tell me you were waiting for someone."
"Alan, you are an accountant and a nerd, you were barely 'all over me' when we were dating..." He conceded I had a point..
"Hypothetically, if I was an average guy I'd try.."t
We giggled in the Hot-tub about reprising our exhibitionist play from Kellie & Eric's party. We decided with security and cameras and families sometimes coming through we'd end up arrested..
Talking about it made me pretty horny. I wriggled my ass against him and ended up eventually encouraging him to get a little hand-sy. I rode his fingers to a couple of nice orgasms. It wasn't as kinky as the last pool party but it was fun.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Joining the Mile High Club...
SPLAT!!
We busted out laughing, so if anyone hadn;t figured out already that there were two of us crowded in the airliner's bathroom, that might have gave it away.
NOTHING sexy about having a 'deposit' FALL OUT of my, er you know.
I was asked to elaborate about my refereance to doing it on the plane.
Basically we were fooling around in our seats and I whispered to him to meet me in the bathroom. I went first...he took a while to come, so I peeked out, he was standing there. Since there was two bathrooms, apparently someone else was in the other so he didn't want to knock to figure out which one..
I was wearing a blue short and top set I had bought for the trip so I slipped of the shorts and panties and propped one leg up on the toilet and leaned against the little sink...extremely uncomfortable, and I figured I had drained him so often this weekend that he wouldn't get off. Apparently whispering dirty things in his ear about how much I'd like to watch him fuck Sage (the dancer) put him over the edge. He pulled out and his deposit came with it. SPLAT. like I said. Un-sexy, but hilarious.
He left first and didn't bother to tell me that there was a line waiting. He slunk back to our seats and I followed to the disapproving/jealous/amused looks of those waiting..(there were like 4-5 of them..WTF? everyone's bladder in sync with each other?
Anyway thats the story...not much to tell.
We busted out laughing, so if anyone hadn;t figured out already that there were two of us crowded in the airliner's bathroom, that might have gave it away.
NOTHING sexy about having a 'deposit' FALL OUT of my, er you know.
I was asked to elaborate about my refereance to doing it on the plane.
Basically we were fooling around in our seats and I whispered to him to meet me in the bathroom. I went first...he took a while to come, so I peeked out, he was standing there. Since there was two bathrooms, apparently someone else was in the other so he didn't want to knock to figure out which one..
I was wearing a blue short and top set I had bought for the trip so I slipped of the shorts and panties and propped one leg up on the toilet and leaned against the little sink...extremely uncomfortable, and I figured I had drained him so often this weekend that he wouldn't get off. Apparently whispering dirty things in his ear about how much I'd like to watch him fuck Sage (the dancer) put him over the edge. He pulled out and his deposit came with it. SPLAT. like I said. Un-sexy, but hilarious.
He left first and didn't bother to tell me that there was a line waiting. He slunk back to our seats and I followed to the disapproving/jealous/amused looks of those waiting..(there were like 4-5 of them..WTF? everyone's bladder in sync with each other?
Anyway thats the story...not much to tell.
Monday, July 19, 2010
What happens in Vegas....
...Stays in Vegas, tight?" he said
This when I was gushing about how hot Saturday night had been. I said, "Oh no, I definitely want to do that again when we get back home!"
He looked VERY uncomfortable.
I said, "The quickie in the parking garage was SO hot!" (which of course was not what I was referencing, and he relaxed a bit which was the idea...
We are back home now, after a flurry of kink yesterday, well not really kink if you don't count the fingering in the hot-tub, but that's almost a given isn't it?
We fucked like teenagers seemingly all day yesterday and once on the plane..(gotta do the mile high thing!) I was thinking about my post about online infidelity being possibly good for a marriage and thought about my time with Early Bird leading up to this Vegas trip. I could ALMOST make the case that fucking around on your husband makes for a happy marriage,, but I am SURE there is a flaw in that argument somewhere. (Isn't there?)
I will say that although I wasn't re-enacting anything with hubby, things changed a little for the better. I hadn't realized that we had devolved to affection-less sex if that's a phrase. Less to no kissing. Now we are making out like teenagers and it is nice..(The Mustang brought back a lot of teenager memories so that might have helped in a way too.
I am pretty sore and almost sated.
This when I was gushing about how hot Saturday night had been. I said, "Oh no, I definitely want to do that again when we get back home!"
He looked VERY uncomfortable.
I said, "The quickie in the parking garage was SO hot!" (which of course was not what I was referencing, and he relaxed a bit which was the idea...
We are back home now, after a flurry of kink yesterday, well not really kink if you don't count the fingering in the hot-tub, but that's almost a given isn't it?
We fucked like teenagers seemingly all day yesterday and once on the plane..(gotta do the mile high thing!) I was thinking about my post about online infidelity being possibly good for a marriage and thought about my time with Early Bird leading up to this Vegas trip. I could ALMOST make the case that fucking around on your husband makes for a happy marriage,, but I am SURE there is a flaw in that argument somewhere. (Isn't there?)
I will say that although I wasn't re-enacting anything with hubby, things changed a little for the better. I hadn't realized that we had devolved to affection-less sex if that's a phrase. Less to no kissing. Now we are making out like teenagers and it is nice..(The Mustang brought back a lot of teenager memories so that might have helped in a way too.
I am pretty sore and almost sated.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
New Twist on "Strip" Club...
When hubby returned he had a huge smile on his face...He led me out to the parking lot like a kid with his prom date. (Which I kinda felt like, actually)
In the parking lot was exactly what I asked for. (What woman doesn't appreciate getting what she asks for?) The red Mustang had the top down already accounting for his tousled look. It was a little humid but the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago and most of the heat seemed to be from the street itself, the breeze in the air as we roared off was nice. After a couple of blocks, I said, "Oh yeah...you are DEFINITELY getting blown in this car!"
"Let me drive," I said a little closer than necessary to his ear, which I then took a playful nip out of.
He pulled to the curb and we did a Chinese fire drill around the car. "You know where we are going?" he asked...
"This is Vegas, I'm sure I can find something appropriately naughty." following the directions I had memorized from my hand drawn map, I managed to just about pass Wyoming Street so I screeched to a halting corner and managed not to skid. "Mustang, Wyoming, get it? Got to be some cowgirls around here, right?"
A couple of blocks up there was a reasonably tasteful (by Vegas standards here) looking establishment advertising "Little Darlings" apparently for rent. And darling they were but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"You sure?" he said, looking amazed.
"Sure, why not?" It'll be like lesbo porn but live!
The cover charge was $20 or $25 I think. I had to pay because I had cleaned out hubbies wallet of $350 dollars from my fabulous 'hooker blowjob' (he still owes me $150.)
The handsome young, buff bouncer dude grinned at me paying and said, "I'm going to pretend you are here for an audition and he's just here for the view, and only charged for one."
We went in and found seats near this raised stage...a cute All-American looking blond was crawling around. People were holding out dollar bills which she snapped up with her g-string..I realized that I had all large bills about then. This was solved when a waitress with a perky smile and perkier tits asked what she could she get us from the juice bar. I asked about change and she dug in a little side pack and came up with a handful of bills..I got $40 worth and discretely handed half to hubby.
He looked at the stack and then at the dancers with bils folded lengthwise in their g-strings and stocking tops and in one case the ankle strap of a show. I could see his mind go into accountant mode.."Hey! Snap out of it!...you better not have any left when we leave here!"
"Can I ask them about their 401-K?"
This earned him a laugh from me.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I have some bi-tendencies but other than a little in college and "that one time at band camp" ~kidding~ sort of. I was mostly watching him out of the corner of my eye looking for some spark. I was flattered a bit when he seemed a bit taken by a girl that reminded me of a younger me with much perkier tits, but natural ones, so that's something.
As 6-7 girls had rotated through the stage we had gotten pretty good attention...One girl with gorgeous auburn hair down her back almost to her fantastic ass, drew me close and said "I LOVE couples, if you guys are looking for a private dance" I noticed there was two other couples and a pair of cute girls that could have been dancers themselves or maybe friends of the dancers hanging out and groping each other and the dancers. I felt like a lot of nice attention was paid. I noticed the girls seemed to defer to me to make sure I was OK with boobies in hubbies face..(he was obviously OK with it in a "is this some kind of elaborate I am in trouble later situation?" sort of way.
I saw the girls playfully but firmly fending off hands-y guys, yet they frequently held my hands and guided them to cup the sides of their boobs..I wasn't sure of the rules but apparently chicks get a little more freedom...
The girl I finally decided on was dancing over on a side stage after giving a lap dance in the middle of the room to a construction worker type..she seemed to be genuinely into him, but then they all seemed more or less that way save a couple with assholes after them and one that looked bored to be there in general.
"Sage" was a pretty tall athletic-looking woman and her gyrations proved that..pilates got nothing on her routine. She had long straight fine hair that was probably highlighted a bit from her natural brunette but looked really natural. She had, I noticed stripper shoes but not stripper nails. I asked about it..she laughed said, too tomboy to keep them up!
When we were groping each other partly for Alan's benefit and partially because it was randy fun, I leaned in and stage whispered to her...how good an actress are you...she pulled back and looked me in the eyes then laughed a deep throaty laugh...she leaned back in making it a natural part of her grind "honey nothing but acting class here!...whatcha got in mind?" At this point I was getting essentially a lap dance for free as she was working my leg like a stripper pole, a couple of times while I was standing she moved a hip bone inside and I swear strrrrokkkkked me just right. Caught me off guard.
I need you to "accidentally" discover that my husband over there (currently occupied with a cute little enthusiastic Latina) is wearing a sheer pair of panties...
Carefully plucked and penciled eyebrows arched above a twinkle in her eyes. "Really??! ... this sounds interesting."
I was trying to gather a response to explakin what I had in mind, but she began with some questions...
"Like a gag, he lose a bet, or like he gets off on a little humiliation play?"
"No, not like that...my idea, just a little psychological leash kind of.."
"Hmmm like Fem-dom? You want I should spank him?"
"No, but that sounds fun now that you mention it. I was thinking more like wow that's hot your cock looks amazing through those..."
"Hmm you are definitely gonna need a private room. If it was make him blush I could pull it off on the floor probably with out anybody noticing, but if I gotta ooh and ahh, gonna need the privacy.."
"I can tip well.."
No, no its not that, I mean yeah the rooms are kind of a hustle but its part of the game, in this case I need to be able to take his pants down a bit, and well that's a bit against the rules..I'll just charge for a couple of regular dances but you tip Darryl $20 on top of the $20 for the room and he'll look the other way. Although Don't get me wrong I am definitely your girl here but Darryl is going to wonder since I usually play it pretty straight in here..I make good tips out on the floor and don't have to put in the "extra service" to have a good night. But don't freak if you see Darryl Peek in the window on his rounds. I'll go set it up. I slipped her the $40 and she went over to the large black man I'd seen working the room over by the row of windows near the other side.
He came over and put a large paw on Alan's shoulder causing a start, but said in a surprisingly soft mellow voice, You kids come with me, I've got a nice private room for y'all. He left us there and we went for the couch. Sage popped in in a minute from another entrance that didn't seem obvious in the dim light reflected around by all the mirrors.
I should explain that calling him "hubby" all the time seems odd since I never call him that. Alan is his middle name and it occurs to me to use that since that's how I introduced him to Sage when she came over and sat in his lap. He caught on right away and responded as if that's what he is called all his life.
"So, Alan, what did you do right to get such a hot wife generous enough to share you with me?"
"Just lucky I guess.."
"You have no idea HOW lucky, Alan..." she breathed in his ear then straightened a bit and smothered his face in tits..."You like that, Alan? You know, most customers here get a little shove when they get a little too close...does this feel too close, Alan?" she actually placed her nipple in his open mouth, like she was nursing an infant...then, straightening up into a stance she grabbed his hair rubbed his face against her silky thigh ending with his cheek firmly against her g-string...maybe you are a leg man?"
He was shell shocked..she pulled away and started making out with me...big open-mouthed kisses, openly fondling my breasts, then under my blouse...a hand sidling up my thigh, grinning at the garter strap and freezing then going slower when she reached no panties..."I see where they came from!" she teased in my ear quietly...I shook my head, "not exactly, but you get the idea..."
"Oh I am getting all kind of ideas," she said this time to both of us.
She pounced into his lap and leaned back arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder, all the while working his belt..she had it out of his loops and around the back of his neck pulling him to her..."You are gonna owe your wife big here..."
She maneuvered us next to each other, I was nuzzling his neck, she his other side and her hand was under my skirt with delicious slow strokes up one side and down the other of my labia. (pussy? not sure how gyno specific I want to get here but she could be one!)
I could hear what was apparently supposed to be for him..."you know what I'm doing under your wifes skirt, Alan? I am slowly stroking her smooth, wet pussy. I think she is very very excited."
He visibly trembled..."Do you mind?" she said as she reached her other hand into his lap and was grabbing his cock firmly through his pants. easing up on me a bit so I could think again, we both started stroking him and nuzzling his neck basic 2-girl guy fantasy stuff..I'd seen the pornos, she possibly had been in them...
I don't think it even occurred to him about any potential embarrassment because he didn't register anything but dazed bliss as she unbuttoned him, eased down the zipper and began stroking him through nylon. Nothing. Wow.
She decided to push a little..."ease up Alan" she said lifting him a bit then pulling his pants to his knees...continuing to stroke him, she eased his cock out and said "I think Alan needs a kiss, don't you?" to me. I went down and gave it a slurpy kiss then eased the panties back over the cock...he watched amazed and then a light looked like maybe it was winking through the fog...
"Wearing your wife's panties is SO Hot, Alan...I LOVE a man not afraid to get kinky...."
To me she said, "I hope you don't mind but I want to help him make a VERY big mess out of your panties..." she proceeded to grind in these gentle quick movements in his lap and in no time they were see-through for their wet sticky mess...HOT
She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you,that was amazing.." I gave her about $100 or a bit more I think in a sweaty wad of cash, then added the rest of the singles "hubby" had let stick to his fingers..."I think we better go before Darryl checks in.."
She hugged me close and said, "That was something, come back anytime!"
I was frighteningly horny, and with a hand in his lap as he zoned out in the passenger seat, I could feel him twitching back to attention like a teenager...I kept looking for a deserted side street..(In Vegas??) and settled on a parking garage...I jumped him in the passenger seat and to his credit he rose to the occasion, I got off remarkably quickly, and the quickie was memorable mostly for the location and more to the point what had preceded it..we got to the hotel him still dazed and drained and he is snoring as we speak with an angelic smile on his face.
In the parking lot was exactly what I asked for. (What woman doesn't appreciate getting what she asks for?) The red Mustang had the top down already accounting for his tousled look. It was a little humid but the sun had gone down a couple of hours ago and most of the heat seemed to be from the street itself, the breeze in the air as we roared off was nice. After a couple of blocks, I said, "Oh yeah...you are DEFINITELY getting blown in this car!"
"Let me drive," I said a little closer than necessary to his ear, which I then took a playful nip out of.
He pulled to the curb and we did a Chinese fire drill around the car. "You know where we are going?" he asked...
"This is Vegas, I'm sure I can find something appropriately naughty." following the directions I had memorized from my hand drawn map, I managed to just about pass Wyoming Street so I screeched to a halting corner and managed not to skid. "Mustang, Wyoming, get it? Got to be some cowgirls around here, right?"
A couple of blocks up there was a reasonably tasteful (by Vegas standards here) looking establishment advertising "Little Darlings" apparently for rent. And darling they were but I'm getting ahead of myself here.
"You sure?" he said, looking amazed.
"Sure, why not?" It'll be like lesbo porn but live!
The cover charge was $20 or $25 I think. I had to pay because I had cleaned out hubbies wallet of $350 dollars from my fabulous 'hooker blowjob' (he still owes me $150.)
The handsome young, buff bouncer dude grinned at me paying and said, "I'm going to pretend you are here for an audition and he's just here for the view, and only charged for one."
We went in and found seats near this raised stage...a cute All-American looking blond was crawling around. People were holding out dollar bills which she snapped up with her g-string..I realized that I had all large bills about then. This was solved when a waitress with a perky smile and perkier tits asked what she could she get us from the juice bar. I asked about change and she dug in a little side pack and came up with a handful of bills..I got $40 worth and discretely handed half to hubby.
He looked at the stack and then at the dancers with bils folded lengthwise in their g-strings and stocking tops and in one case the ankle strap of a show. I could see his mind go into accountant mode.."Hey! Snap out of it!...you better not have any left when we leave here!"
"Can I ask them about their 401-K?"
This earned him a laugh from me.
I wasn't sure what I was looking for. I have some bi-tendencies but other than a little in college and "that one time at band camp" ~kidding~ sort of. I was mostly watching him out of the corner of my eye looking for some spark. I was flattered a bit when he seemed a bit taken by a girl that reminded me of a younger me with much perkier tits, but natural ones, so that's something.
As 6-7 girls had rotated through the stage we had gotten pretty good attention...One girl with gorgeous auburn hair down her back almost to her fantastic ass, drew me close and said "I LOVE couples, if you guys are looking for a private dance" I noticed there was two other couples and a pair of cute girls that could have been dancers themselves or maybe friends of the dancers hanging out and groping each other and the dancers. I felt like a lot of nice attention was paid. I noticed the girls seemed to defer to me to make sure I was OK with boobies in hubbies face..(he was obviously OK with it in a "is this some kind of elaborate I am in trouble later situation?" sort of way.
I saw the girls playfully but firmly fending off hands-y guys, yet they frequently held my hands and guided them to cup the sides of their boobs..I wasn't sure of the rules but apparently chicks get a little more freedom...
The girl I finally decided on was dancing over on a side stage after giving a lap dance in the middle of the room to a construction worker type..she seemed to be genuinely into him, but then they all seemed more or less that way save a couple with assholes after them and one that looked bored to be there in general.
"Sage" was a pretty tall athletic-looking woman and her gyrations proved that..pilates got nothing on her routine. She had long straight fine hair that was probably highlighted a bit from her natural brunette but looked really natural. She had, I noticed stripper shoes but not stripper nails. I asked about it..she laughed said, too tomboy to keep them up!
When we were groping each other partly for Alan's benefit and partially because it was randy fun, I leaned in and stage whispered to her...how good an actress are you...she pulled back and looked me in the eyes then laughed a deep throaty laugh...she leaned back in making it a natural part of her grind "honey nothing but acting class here!...whatcha got in mind?" At this point I was getting essentially a lap dance for free as she was working my leg like a stripper pole, a couple of times while I was standing she moved a hip bone inside and I swear strrrrokkkkked me just right. Caught me off guard.
I need you to "accidentally" discover that my husband over there (currently occupied with a cute little enthusiastic Latina) is wearing a sheer pair of panties...
Carefully plucked and penciled eyebrows arched above a twinkle in her eyes. "Really??! ... this sounds interesting."
I was trying to gather a response to explakin what I had in mind, but she began with some questions...
"Like a gag, he lose a bet, or like he gets off on a little humiliation play?"
"No, not like that...my idea, just a little psychological leash kind of.."
"Hmmm like Fem-dom? You want I should spank him?"
"No, but that sounds fun now that you mention it. I was thinking more like wow that's hot your cock looks amazing through those..."
"Hmm you are definitely gonna need a private room. If it was make him blush I could pull it off on the floor probably with out anybody noticing, but if I gotta ooh and ahh, gonna need the privacy.."
"I can tip well.."
No, no its not that, I mean yeah the rooms are kind of a hustle but its part of the game, in this case I need to be able to take his pants down a bit, and well that's a bit against the rules..I'll just charge for a couple of regular dances but you tip Darryl $20 on top of the $20 for the room and he'll look the other way. Although Don't get me wrong I am definitely your girl here but Darryl is going to wonder since I usually play it pretty straight in here..I make good tips out on the floor and don't have to put in the "extra service" to have a good night. But don't freak if you see Darryl Peek in the window on his rounds. I'll go set it up. I slipped her the $40 and she went over to the large black man I'd seen working the room over by the row of windows near the other side.
He came over and put a large paw on Alan's shoulder causing a start, but said in a surprisingly soft mellow voice, You kids come with me, I've got a nice private room for y'all. He left us there and we went for the couch. Sage popped in in a minute from another entrance that didn't seem obvious in the dim light reflected around by all the mirrors.
I should explain that calling him "hubby" all the time seems odd since I never call him that. Alan is his middle name and it occurs to me to use that since that's how I introduced him to Sage when she came over and sat in his lap. He caught on right away and responded as if that's what he is called all his life.
"So, Alan, what did you do right to get such a hot wife generous enough to share you with me?"
"Just lucky I guess.."
"You have no idea HOW lucky, Alan..." she breathed in his ear then straightened a bit and smothered his face in tits..."You like that, Alan? You know, most customers here get a little shove when they get a little too close...does this feel too close, Alan?" she actually placed her nipple in his open mouth, like she was nursing an infant...then, straightening up into a stance she grabbed his hair rubbed his face against her silky thigh ending with his cheek firmly against her g-string...maybe you are a leg man?"
He was shell shocked..she pulled away and started making out with me...big open-mouthed kisses, openly fondling my breasts, then under my blouse...a hand sidling up my thigh, grinning at the garter strap and freezing then going slower when she reached no panties..."I see where they came from!" she teased in my ear quietly...I shook my head, "not exactly, but you get the idea..."
"Oh I am getting all kind of ideas," she said this time to both of us.
She pounced into his lap and leaned back arching her back to kiss me over her shoulder, all the while working his belt..she had it out of his loops and around the back of his neck pulling him to her..."You are gonna owe your wife big here..."
She maneuvered us next to each other, I was nuzzling his neck, she his other side and her hand was under my skirt with delicious slow strokes up one side and down the other of my labia. (pussy? not sure how gyno specific I want to get here but she could be one!)
I could hear what was apparently supposed to be for him..."you know what I'm doing under your wifes skirt, Alan? I am slowly stroking her smooth, wet pussy. I think she is very very excited."
He visibly trembled..."Do you mind?" she said as she reached her other hand into his lap and was grabbing his cock firmly through his pants. easing up on me a bit so I could think again, we both started stroking him and nuzzling his neck basic 2-girl guy fantasy stuff..I'd seen the pornos, she possibly had been in them...
I don't think it even occurred to him about any potential embarrassment because he didn't register anything but dazed bliss as she unbuttoned him, eased down the zipper and began stroking him through nylon. Nothing. Wow.
She decided to push a little..."ease up Alan" she said lifting him a bit then pulling his pants to his knees...continuing to stroke him, she eased his cock out and said "I think Alan needs a kiss, don't you?" to me. I went down and gave it a slurpy kiss then eased the panties back over the cock...he watched amazed and then a light looked like maybe it was winking through the fog...
"Wearing your wife's panties is SO Hot, Alan...I LOVE a man not afraid to get kinky...."
To me she said, "I hope you don't mind but I want to help him make a VERY big mess out of your panties..." she proceeded to grind in these gentle quick movements in his lap and in no time they were see-through for their wet sticky mess...HOT
She kissed him on the cheek and said, "Thank you,that was amazing.." I gave her about $100 or a bit more I think in a sweaty wad of cash, then added the rest of the singles "hubby" had let stick to his fingers..."I think we better go before Darryl checks in.."
She hugged me close and said, "That was something, come back anytime!"
I was frighteningly horny, and with a hand in his lap as he zoned out in the passenger seat, I could feel him twitching back to attention like a teenager...I kept looking for a deserted side street..(In Vegas??) and settled on a parking garage...I jumped him in the passenger seat and to his credit he rose to the occasion, I got off remarkably quickly, and the quickie was memorable mostly for the location and more to the point what had preceded it..we got to the hotel him still dazed and drained and he is snoring as we speak with an angelic smile on his face.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Really pussy whipped....
I slept like a baby...hubby let me and grabbed a burger in the bar downstairs while waiting for me to wake up...he left me a note.."Out chasing Vegas showgirls, text me when you wake up.)
"Yeah, right" I sent..."Do they still have Nudes on Ice?"
I hopped online and looked for strip clubs. I had an IDEA. Well was reminded of kinky idea #21. (No I don't have the list memorized, I had to look up the number...wow in reading down I have actually sort of done a few...is there a way to turn that post into a check-a-box?..hmmm)
I like the whole pussy-whipped aspect of our conversation earlier and where better to find pussy to er, whip him with than in a strip club. Well that's probably more titty-whipped to be accurate, but same difference really. :)
I found a club not to far to judge from map-quest, and had to hand draw a map since I haven't a printer and didn't want to go ask the concierge to print me up a map to the nudie bar. (probably a tame request here, but, you know...)
I told him to wait for me in the bar and order me a burger no onions and I'd be right down...
A quick shower where noticing his shorts still hanging I "accidently sprayed them a bit..they might not dry all weekend!) Hair in a ponytail (still wet), a LOT of concealer, the slutty lingerie from last night..(decided I COULD get my mind around that) casual knee-length skirt and a top similar to what I wore last night and of course kinky heels.
"Where are we parked?" I asked between scarfed mouthfuls of burger. (I realized suddenly that I had had more cock in my mouth than food the previous 24 hours. The spinach/cheese/mushroom dip from room service with Marcus came to mind then the taste of him...I started to daze off..)
"You OK?" lost you for a minute there...
"Just befuddled from the sleep" I lied. "You were saying?"
"I took the the shuttle, I haven't gotten a car yet. Figured we would wait till we need it."
"Oh we need it. We are going on a field trip. Order up a Mustang, preferably red, preferably topless." (I almost busted out laughing at the last bit.)
He wandered out to the concierge desk, my eye wandered about the room. Made eye contact with more men than I would have thought..interesting how easy that is when you allow yourself. Most even managed to avoid getting caught by their wives/girlfriends/hookers? One of the single ones looked like he was gathering his courage when hubby came back to tell me Hertz had one and the Hotel shuttle could take us to the airport to get it.
I sent him on ahead telling him I would use the time to get my hair fixed up, and that is what I intended. I had a roving thought about the singleton in the Bar, but twice in twenty-four hours was more than pushing it..I went and worked my hair into something passable. I'm sitting in the lobby using the hotel computer to type this up and he's about 10 minutes away. Pretty interesting to think someone may catch a glimpse of what I'm writing.
"Yeah, right" I sent..."Do they still have Nudes on Ice?"
I hopped online and looked for strip clubs. I had an IDEA. Well was reminded of kinky idea #21. (No I don't have the list memorized, I had to look up the number...wow in reading down I have actually sort of done a few...is there a way to turn that post into a check-a-box?..hmmm)
I like the whole pussy-whipped aspect of our conversation earlier and where better to find pussy to er, whip him with than in a strip club. Well that's probably more titty-whipped to be accurate, but same difference really. :)
I found a club not to far to judge from map-quest, and had to hand draw a map since I haven't a printer and didn't want to go ask the concierge to print me up a map to the nudie bar. (probably a tame request here, but, you know...)
I told him to wait for me in the bar and order me a burger no onions and I'd be right down...
A quick shower where noticing his shorts still hanging I "accidently sprayed them a bit..they might not dry all weekend!) Hair in a ponytail (still wet), a LOT of concealer, the slutty lingerie from last night..(decided I COULD get my mind around that) casual knee-length skirt and a top similar to what I wore last night and of course kinky heels.
"Where are we parked?" I asked between scarfed mouthfuls of burger. (I realized suddenly that I had had more cock in my mouth than food the previous 24 hours. The spinach/cheese/mushroom dip from room service with Marcus came to mind then the taste of him...I started to daze off..)
"You OK?" lost you for a minute there...
"Just befuddled from the sleep" I lied. "You were saying?"
"I took the the shuttle, I haven't gotten a car yet. Figured we would wait till we need it."
"Oh we need it. We are going on a field trip. Order up a Mustang, preferably red, preferably topless." (I almost busted out laughing at the last bit.)
He wandered out to the concierge desk, my eye wandered about the room. Made eye contact with more men than I would have thought..interesting how easy that is when you allow yourself. Most even managed to avoid getting caught by their wives/girlfriends/hookers? One of the single ones looked like he was gathering his courage when hubby came back to tell me Hertz had one and the Hotel shuttle could take us to the airport to get it.
I sent him on ahead telling him I would use the time to get my hair fixed up, and that is what I intended. I had a roving thought about the singleton in the Bar, but twice in twenty-four hours was more than pushing it..I went and worked my hair into something passable. I'm sitting in the lobby using the hotel computer to type this up and he's about 10 minutes away. Pretty interesting to think someone may catch a glimpse of what I'm writing.
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