I hope I don't regret this....

Today at lunchtime I saw Diana across the building and invited her along. Looking back I'm sure I was intending at some level to 'fess up about some of my recent activities. I think what prompted it was the delicious excitement of talking to Jen about my adventures. I had a friend like Diana in my single days and she knew everything. I realized talking to Jen that dishing scandalous dirt after the fact used to be half the fun. Since I need to be discreet, it makes sense to keep my mouth shut.

What doesn't make sense is talking to Diana. She can be a bit of a ditz at times. I got to thinking about it though and realized that all of the "TMI" incidents I could think of involving her were about her own life. I don't think I've ever heard her passing on gossip. She seems like the kind of person you can trust with a secret, but she has to know its a secret or she might well spill it accidentally.

I realized as well that she hadn't really shared much more than the vaguest of hints about her current sex life and that just isn't like her. So I asked. "How's your sex life?"

She was pretty non-committal. again not like her. I said so. "There's reasons..." says she.

"Oooo a secret?"

She kind of grinned. I pursued it a bit and offered a little tease myself.

"Did I ever tell you about the guy I know with access to rentals?" I went on to tell her a little about Gabe making it sound very casual (which it is) and kinda past tense. (Which it may head towards.)

I told her about how he has access, yada yada, and sometimes takes a girlfriend to one of them for a little privacy. I gave enough detail about the place that without really consciously meaning to I put myself in the room.

"Is he married?" she asked point blank.

"Uh, yeah," I said then joked..."But so am I so that cancels it out!"

She laughed at that, and eased into her situation. She has a guy, he's married, she made me promise not to guess but when she mentioned that he is part of the reason that she doesn't flaunt her love life around the office, I read between the lines it is a co-worker. Interesting...not gonna speculate...not gonna speculate....not gonna...hmmmm

I asked whether he was the jeaulous type...she was puzzled at first and then said, "No, why would he be? He is spoken for anyway!" but then added that she just doesn;t want to rub his face in her other interests so it doesn't look like she is pressuring him or playing games. Makes sense actually.

I comiserated and explained I worry that "Condo guy" is getting a little possessive and maybe jeaulous.

"Of your husband?!"

I realized I had really stepped into it here...I acknowledged that I had more than one interest out there...

"Wow, I wouldn't have figured!"

Neither of us really gave any juicy details, but I enjoyed the exchange.

I emailed Jen but it was sort of that whole friendship maintenance sort of thing, 'Hi, How are you...' etc I worry that I am sending flaky signals or rejection signals, which I am not. Just not sure what to do with her, (them) and worry she might be a little fragile about appearances, as she has mentioned it a couple of times, like "I realize I won't be everyone's type." I have tried to reassure her. She has great skin, a cute curvy figure, and a killer smile. She worries about 15-20 lbs which she carries pretty well in the pictures I think.

My dance card is pretty full...

I was pretty worked up last night with all the possibilities after talking to Jen. I had a vague idea of setting some groundwork to include hubby. It seems like a reasonable entry point and pretty non-threatening. I could either tell him the truth or parts thereof. Either he would be OK with a swap as it is, or if not, he sure isn;t going to object to another girl in our bed, is he?

I wasn't sure how to proceed so I started with a few verbal nibbles about Diana. I wondered aloud what she would be like if she were Bi. Hubby didn't have a lot to add to the speculation but had an agreeable grin throughout my musings. I wandered closer to the truth suggesting we look into where a plyable woman could be located that might be interested in a threesome. He was pretty mute on suggesting anything, though I know for a fact (obviously) he knows about Craigslist at the least. I suggested generically a personal ad or maybe a lesbian club. Both of us actually are truly ignorant of where such a club would be found. Decent size metropolitan area there has to be one.

It ended up being a pretty intense and therefore shortish session but as I told him, "I got mine."

I went back on Ashley-Madison on a whim this lunch hour because when you first sign up there is an option for a woman seeking a woman (or a man seeking a man for that matter) I hadn't selected that so I set up a shiny new profile and was amazed that in fact many of those ads are couples seeking a girl. Hmm something to think about but I can;t have hubby browsing there!

Meanwhile, I talked to Gabe a few moments ago by IM. He didn't mention his frantic emails of yesterday and I didn't bring it up. He was trying to commit me to a specific time for our next meet. I felt a little pressured and rebelled played dumb at the idea he was trying to close me. Salesmen. Always selling something.Come to think of it Mark is in sales too. Hmmm. So anyway I put Gabe off. He needs to cool off a bit I think. He doesn't have any real details about me, so I guess I don;t have to worry about him showing up at work or worse home, but still he is giving a needy vibe and that isn't attractive.

So I emailed Mark. He seems able to get his head around the idea that cheaters can't expect fidelity. I asked him how he would feel as a stand in for my husband if it comes to that with Jen. I explained his duties would be onerous and would necessitate him fucking another woman whilst I watch/help/participate but that I'd make the burden worth his while.

I told him it was unlikely though as Jen has permission to fuck my husband but a stand-in may be stretching her morals a bit.

I briefly considered sending a message to Brian who I appreciate waiting in the drawer obediently. But that seems a bit much. Like I said: my dance card is a bit full.

~update~

Mark fired right back saying he is "up" to the task. He asked why in the hell I didn't just tell her my handsome husband's name is Mark. I sent back explaining our heart to heart without going into her personal details...

hmmm perhaps Mark and June should seek out a couple....Ok this is getting complicated.

Jen and I have phone-sex...

At least I did!

I decided that skulking about a payphone was silly so I waited till I knew I had some privacy today and used my sneaky phone after making sure I had plenty of airtime loaded up.

She picked up right away. Sounded even better than on her voice mail greeting. Seemed very genuine and engaging.

After a couple of minutes of "Hi, how are you" stuff, I got around to asking her if her other half was right there too?

She said he was in the room when I called but he 'hustled out of here to give me some privacy."

"Really?" I was kinda surprised at the gesture.

She laughed and explained, "He actually said 'I better go so I don't fuck it up!' referring to another semi-interested but nervous girl I had on the phone. He was asking me questions while I was talking to her and at some point she abruptly hung-up. he blames himself but I think she just was really that unsure."

That seemed funny. I said that I was a little nervous myself and she admitted as much...

We talked a bit about what her expectations were and his as well. We went over that and I was unprepared for what was pretty predictable.

"So how far is your husband OK with you going while you are here, and is he OK with us having our turn first or do I need to plan to visit you guys first?"

She went on to explain that her husband was hot enough for the idea that he was OK if I 'went first' but nervous about how he'd feel while waiting when he hadn't already had his turn so to speak.

This gave me time to recover. I admitted (truthfully) that we hadn't yet to give it enough thought and discussion to know what our boundaries will be. (None is in fact inadequate discussion) I had been sort of fishing with my even responding to the ad, not sure what I would do if I caught something..now I felt sure I wanted to meet them and most likely play, but how to tell them I am a cheating 'singleton' On the one hand I would bet money he'd go for it, I wondered if they would look down on me for cheating...I wondered how to approach it.

I hemmed an hawed around then finally came out with it.

I admitted I hadn't (yet) and possibly wouldn't tell hubby of my plans. I explained I thought he would more likely than not be appreciative, but it might lend some suspicion to other activities I had been engaging in....

She was intrigued. Suddenly I had a girlfriend I could unload a lot of delicious little secrets..I didn't go into details. I sure as hell didn;t point her to this blog. I admitted I had a couple of guys on the side at the moment. She was aghast and impressed. She hinted that although she wouldn't consider looking for it, she had had a couple of experiences in the (8ish?) years she was married. Now I was pretty sure her hubby was IN FACT out of the room...interesting tangle of intersecting obfuscations.

What I proposed to her was that we allow her husband to assume mine was on board and that ANYTHING that he wanted to do with me, he had to assume she would be green-lighted to do on her crosstown trip to our home. We figured we would put the reciprocal date into the future and postpone a couple of times and just play it by ear. I had some really kinky ideas about how that could play out but kept it to myself.

At some place I was a bit lost in reverie and was frankly teasing myself with a hand down my unbuttoned, unzipped and starting to get lost pants. I apparently trailed off a bit. She asked if I needed to go. I quickly said something like "No! Keep talking, please..."  I blushed red realizing my distraction showed and explained sort of that I was lost in a moment, but to go on...

She seemed to catch on...and her voice grew a little husky. She described several scenes had thought about with a nameless faceless third wheel girl in the mix...good details...

At some point she said just a moment...she got up and apparently went out to her husband and I caught only 'going well' and that she went back to what I guessed was their room. The door closed audibly, and she explained to me she bought us some more time.

I asked her how she imagined it going and were there any particular activities she wanted to avoid or definitely hit. She basically said she wanted to 'do it all' and actually looked foward to seeing her husband 'in action' from a different perspective was how she put it. Wow.

At some point she slipped into a narrative style that reminded me so much of the way I talk to my husband about a fantasy or a past experience...she started to get detailed...she HAD to know I was following along mentally and , in my way, physically. I actually got off twice during the conversation...my breathing had to have given me away as well as my vacant..mmm, yeah responses at times.

My favorite was where she described in great detail watching her husbands eyes as she 'unwrapped' me and laid me into his lap as she went down on me. she described I remember him holding and cradling me as my back arched......

Oh My.

I asked her "Are you sure you guys haven't done this before?"  Only a thousand times in my mind she responded.

Ok, now my dance card is REALLY full. I need a clone.

I ran into Diana before lunch so we ended up grabbing a corner table in the company snack canteen place. She didn't pry and I didn't give details about the needed alibi. I admitted to being a little insatiable in that I had a go at hubby when I got in. (Late.) She identified with how a really hot time can ramp up desire even more sometimes. I have no idea how I brought it up..it wasn't a slip but it wasn't planned, I mentioned (without details) that she had become a character in a little mind play with husband that night.

I had mentioned that I had made up a hot sounding outfit to go with my alibi..She laughed at that and had me describe it and corrected the minor details but said she actually was kinda dressed like that. Funny. Anyway I basically said that "It's my fault if hubby blushes next time you run into him." She hooted at that she said now she absolutely has to run into him sometime. If she only knew HOW involved her character was in that little fantasy play...on the other hand I think she'd like it.

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~

Karaoke Alibi.

For what-ever reason Mark can get way on Wednesday nights. I have a standing invitation for Karaoke Night with Diana. And so, an alibi is born. I had to have a talk with Diana (risky) and make sure she is OK with covering for me. I had asked hubby if he was interested in going along and he just said, no, you enjoy girls night out. Hmm too trusting, that one.

So, hubby is in charge of dinner, Mark is getting a room. Sylvia is running cover. Just gotta pick out the shoes right? Hooker hot enough to slut up a hotel lobby but something I can plausibly wear to work. I actually got hubby involved in the decision. I laid out an outfit for work and said to him, do you think if I added a shorter skirt for after work, it'll look ok for the club? I picked out a business-y black skirt for day, and grabbed my nearly obscene mini (that I am pretty sure I've never worn in public). He just smile and said it''l look great. Really??!

I am going to pack a shortish one, but not that one!

I might have screwed up and put a little extra unneeded pressure on my alibi holding. I asked hubby, "In the unlikely event that Diana doesn't get picked up on and taken home, shall I bring her back here?"  His response,"Yeah, right!" didn't quite match up with the glint in his eyes at the statement. I have at times used her as the stand-in for little verbal stories I have made up on the fly. Problem is what if he decides to take me up on the offer to come out and join us to reinforce visually the fantasy I planted?...dumb really.

On the other hand, It would be pretty interesting if Diana and I were going out actually that night to encourage her to stop by on an innocent errand and gauge his reaction. Better still would be to have her in on the gambit...have to think that one over.

Diana, surprisingly, was pretty mute on asking why. I wanted to head  off speculation, but what can you say. Not too many reasons one needs an alibi. I hemmed around a little and told her I appreciated the cover. She just shrugged and said "I know how it is sometimes." She went on to explain that she has a "situation" she is entangled in herself. It seems if I read it right she has a married guy on the side herself.

She does actually plan on going to Karaoke but cleverly suggested that she go to a different one this time so if hubby checks up, she can have me meet her at an alternate club. Sounds like a plan.

I asked her if she had been tormenting Derek. She laughed and admitted she had forgotten about that little project but said she will look in on him. "I'd like to see what he is like drunk" was the way she put it.

Kuckraoke plans.

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

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

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

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

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

Utility closet strip show....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Derek doesn't stand a chance.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grooming my Cuck...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Guess the hosery....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You been keeping track?"

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

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

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

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

"Why not?"

"Not really business appropriate."

"So why did you switch?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My social calender is getting complicated...

Dueling Porn

I do like the 'instant alibi' of being able to tell hubby brightly, "Oh don't look...I'm surfing for porn for the next dueling porn session,

I was surfing cuckolding blogs at the time and he grinned and backed out of the room. Of course then I had to find some porn to water down the cuckolding theme a bit. Then I thought, why not push it a little..I mean we know he likes the idea of slutting his wife out.

I went to yuvutu and just clicked a few videos to get an idea of the theme. I bookmarked a few that seemed promising and decided I would watch them cold with hubby. I mean porn is porn....

I selected a couple with "deepthoat" in the title, (always a crowd favorite, am I right?) a couple of threeway looking ones that were mfm..a video with babysitter in the title to push him on the theme we had discussed the other day, then went back to finish my actual surfing. When he poked his head in to see if I was 'ready' I beckoned him to sit by me. I closed out Firefox which dumped everything I was actually doing, (love that feature) and then started pulling up the bookmarked clips.

One of the clips was very cuckold looking...wifey in this clip was fucking a black man and he was , naturally true to stereotype... the white guy on the clip was mostly playing with her boobs and stroking her hair, very cuck-old-y don't you think.

I watched him sitting there transfixed at the video and had all kinds of evil ideas.

It got me thinking about the genre and my experiences and something I never got around to talking to hubby about.

Later, taking the advice of an anonymous comment about laying the groundwork to reveal some or all of my activities to my probably receptive hubby, I worked in some hotwife angle into a story I spun for him in bed.

We were listening to the country station and that song Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off. I stage whispered in his ear.."Did I ever tell you about the time Diana had me doing Tequila shots at the bar?" Diana - I don't know if I mentioned - is the resident party girl at work. I used to go to happy hour (before my promotion) with a whole bunch of people but the party revolved around her. I run into her from time to time and hubby always says I should take her up on the happy hour offer..perhaps I shall soon...anyway back to our story.

So I make up a story of Diana jiggling her implants to the jukebox and drawing all the attention our way. How surrounded by a group of her admires I get jostled and groped, and forget for just a minute I am married and find myself making out in a dark corner. I tell of groping fingering and how I barely escaped with my virtue but not with my panties. He was quite hard for the story. I wanted to finish the story with, "So I went into the men's room with him where he hoisted me onto the counter and fucked me while his friends cheered him on...but I just didn't have the guts.