Wife-swapping.

Quite a while ago we briefly stopped by and visited with some neighbors The occasion was welcoming a new couple to the neighborhood that don't otherwise figure into this story....The host couple are a bit younger and cute as hell. They were out front on this big porch they have and had assorted neighbors over for cocktails..All very 60's suburbia feel to it.


Wifey 1 was talking to Hubby 2 while Wifey 2 was talking to the husband of Wifey 1. Wifey 2 was laughing in a pleasant lilt and doing that touching the forearm flirt. It looked like something to me, if not now, in the future.

I nudged my hubby and told him to go make out with Wifey #1 I mean I drew his attention to the scene and said to him...so, do you think they swap? He was monetarily puzzled, then took in the scene again....the wheels a turning..I could almost hear them squeak and his mind is pretty well oiled most of the time.

Big grin. "You never know about people do you?"

"Fun to think about." Says I.

I was thinking of this scene yesterday and brought it up to hubby as a way of bouncing my Craigslist couple off of him. I realized I had  such things on the brain, but this seemed a good opportunity to play what if with him. So we re-hashed the possible matches there and what would be most interesting to happen into, say on a porch swing.

We decided that we both liked Wifey #1 better in all sorts of ways, and that we could take or leave Hubbies #1 or #2.  Later we extended the what ifs to a discussion of what amounted to soft swap ideas. I couldn't use that term because I didn't want to sound to well reserched, but he agreed it would be hot to be in the same room while another couple was going at it. For fantasy purposes we agreed it would be hotter to see Wife 1 and hubby @ just because it would be naughtier.

I asked flat out, "If getting Wifey #1 all to ourselves came at a cost of loaning me to them for the evening first would you do it? '"In a heartbeat" he said followed by "Kidding!" He was so not.

*Oh and I did find a phone -that works- third try. (I need to put some money on my sneaky pre-paid visa so I can add minutes to my sneaky prepaid pone-on-a-chip) I called 'Jen' as I shall call her since she sounded on her voicemail like my friend Jennifer. I didn't leave a message, then afterward got paranoid that it is some elaborate ruse and 'Jen' is a friend or a paid actress or..or..ok that's silly...

I sent her an email telling her I chickened out and she swore she will be available all day to pickup next time.  ~nervous~

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~

How do you want me?

So said hubby when I announced I was feeling a little kinky.

I have left out some details mostly because I got to feeling odd about sharing personal details without his knowledge. It came to my mind with the security breach. I didn't want that person reading them, then I decided It also made passing this whole thing off as fiction harder should that be necessary...

Anyway so skirting those concerns and just giving a hint. A while back I was corresponding with a new friend and encouraged him to acquire a toy for some explorations that interested him. I got a similar male specific toy for hubby as a little surprise...I warned him I had something, blindfolded him and gently played. He reported it felt weird but in a good way. I have taken to using it from time to time when the mood strikes me. He hasn;t asked for it on his own, but its fun to do and brings out a gently domme-y side of me.

His question at the top was more about position, but I thought. "I would like you meekly compliant and begging for violation.."

I'm getting carpal tunell syndrome.

Not from typing from fingering myself. In bed, in the shower, in my car on the way to get groceries....

I read where women suffering from hysteria in the 19??'s went to the doctor who either had an anti-hysteria electrical vibrator of used digital manipulation (as in with his phalanges, not pixels.) to treat them.

I am feeling more insatiable rather than less from all the activity as of late. Even some of the best sex hubby and I have had in a while just makes me crave more. Seriously.

I had this whole fantasy in my head of calling up my love nest agent and having another chapter to tease hubby with. I almost made up a chapter for him in advance figuring I could act it out later...why would that seem wrong? The WHOLE THING is wrong!...


I am not actually suffering..I mean I find I am getting off easily, but still I feel kind of depraved and not in a sexy way. Well a litttle nymphomaniacally sexy, but just a smidge.

I know that weekends are usually for actual work for him..considered Marcus but he has family obligations on weekends...Brian would be available but if his girlfriend is working on the weekend to support his lazy ass, I'm gonna feel guilty....

Arrghhh...

So I went to the old tried and true and read through the inbox at Ashley-Madison. Mostly lame, but a couple of possibles....felt REALLY slutty saving a couple for thinking about later. 10 minutes was later. Answered one. Didn't hear back...

Gonna go jump the husband.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

Alan hops up..

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

Big grin..."So whacha do?"

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

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

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

"What did you tell him?"

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

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

Later he said "Great story!"

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

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.

April and June

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gone Black..and Back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well yes, I did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Until he did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, "I can handle one."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Ass, Taking His.

I thought of the title like if it happened what would the labels for this post be?

His ass isn't entirely virgin mind you. His ass has fooled around like a nervous slut out on lovers lane in the dark probing around and deciding how far she will go...

He goes limp of body, but not of cock when it is probed with a tongue..

Usually that is accompanied by a past or fantasy tale of my (limited) experience and (growing) desires for probing a tight but willing, familiar to my fingers, but not as much to my tongue gentle configuration that I own but cannot reach.

I have done, "the shocker" mid fellatio, but its not much of a shock to have a finger gently inserted and curved up if you have been stroking his perineum and balls and circling his tight little pink rosebud with a fingertip.

I even once ruined a fairly fresh set of french tips deliberately trimming off the ends on my middle and index fingers in anticipation of finger fucking him, before he was even home from work. (This is some time ago when my only extra-marital kinks were online and a male friend confessed how much he loved when his girlfriend fingered his prostate and how he was embarrassed to ask for it. I fucked hubby that night in solidarity of my friends desire who got off repeatedly he told me later on the email I sent about it.)

So like I say, not a virgin, and potentially my husband could turn into a hot little anal slut...

Jumping that chasm though is daunting even when I have measured the distance and am sure of my footing on the other side.

I am going to try and find the picture I had saved then deleted when I chickened out showing it to him...following is the fantasy I had in the shower imagining how it would go...since it was fantasy I conveniently had a strap on and harness in the bedside table in easy reach when he was mentally and physically primed to accept the assault on his tight little ass. The fantasy from the shower:

~~~~~I emerged from the steam of the shower. I rubbed my smooth, bare body vigorously with the soft towel and wrapped it around me. I positioned it high, modestly covering my breasts, but letting my ceeks nearly extend below the hem...

Stealing his pillow and adding it to mind I propped myself on the bed positioning my ass towards the end of the bed. "Come here.." He eagerly did of course.

"I have a picture at the end of the slide show that made me want to try a position..Let me show you why its hot...put my legs over your shoulders, and look into my eyes...as you slowly enter me.."

His eager, rigid cock finds my slit and wet with fantasy, and a little soapy shower fingering (gonna regret that!) it slides right in.

"That's nice, but not what I had in mind." ......"Take my ass, gently but firmly...take your pleasure.."

Slack-jawed, eyes glazed he pulls his cock out of my wet cunt drippping with my desire....(Ok that sounded like pad romance novel..gotta clean up that line)

Pressing my resisting hole, he hesitates, I urge. "Take it!"

He eases it in. First the head, then a bit more, then at length, the whole length. Each gentle probe, I push back and envelope a little more, until it is snugly, firmly encased in my tight, gripping, slutty hole...

I like that word in this context..

He pulls back but not out...my grip holds and his 'assfucking' consists of my unyielding ass stroking the inside of his cock with the skin of his cock held in place in the tight walls of my tight ass...~~~~

~this portion of the fantasy I accomplished but not in this context..it was in the cheerleader babysitter fantasy where I had prepped her with a good tongue fucking and held her and reassured her as he eased his cock into her tight little untested asshole...he almost came immediately from the description more than the ass fuckery- I think~

~~~~ In fantasy I talked to him about how good it must feel to drive a hard cock into a tight ass, to take it to own it..to make it beg for more....

I paged through the pictures turning my head slightly to see the progress of the pics anticipating the final one..describing the scenes, what made it hot..the kinky thoughts it made me consider...

"I explained...isn't it anal play hot from this angle, looking into my eyes, seeing me fear then accept the pressure...?" gaining his assent....fingering my self, fast little circles on my clit...probing with a couple, licking off the cream..."I can't WAIT for my turn.." as I reach the final picture. "Trade me places.."~~~~

I gotta get a feel-doe ordered.

His and Her Porn.

I had very lurid fantasies in the shower as I soaped and probed and cleaned and shaved everything smooth in the shower. All about his reaction and mine when he saw the pics I had selected especially a couple I had selected...the one here was one of several I knew he had already seen of my surfing and was the most tame in the series..you have to look to realize she is wearing a harness and that he is probably impaled on the shaft of her 'cock'. I need to look and find the Tumbler I saw this on both to give credit and so you can see what he was surfing following behind me.

Hot stuff. I did show him this, after I had him sit, naked in my lap, my laptop on his knees. I was reaching around stroking him. I said, I want to be your hands while you get off to some porn! I controlled the progression of pictures he paged at my direction. I wish I had more time to set it up, we jerked (so to speak!) from frame to frame from one disjointed fantasy to another me whispering hoarsely in his ear what it was he was to see and fantasize about in each one...

I had a VERY vivid imagining of where this was going to lead, and had a final shot ready loaded in the last (30th-ish?) picture. I chickened out though and stopped mid stroke and mid fantasy and told him to show me his que.

Even that, while hot, was disappointing...he help me in his lap but I wanted him touching me fingering me, violating me with his hands and his kink.

His pics were safe choices...cute girls, but not airbrushed perfection...a couple of PTA mom looking amateur shots were interesting and I wondered if they were selected because they were to not make me feel like I had to compete? I don't know probably over thinking.

Noticed nothing in the whole "Girls Gone Wild", "Hot Co-ed", "Slutty Cheerleader", "Naughty Babysitter" genre. I even asked him about that, He shrugged and explained honestly that he tends to avoid that area more as our daughter ages towards those ages...said he'd hate to find himself wondering about her friends in those ways..actually pretty interesting conversation in a non-sexy way.

I eventually had to take things in hand so to speak and began masturbating for him as he turned the pages..that was hot, but me masturbating for him isn't new , really..

We had a good time and agreed to "dueling porn" in the future.

Downside is we have decided this 'our' porn computer. and even with compulsive hand washing style vigilance to clearing cash and shutting down and having it set to automatically log out to demand a password I am paranoid of posting from this...

I did push his buttons in a good way with a little made up babysitter story I told him when we finally put the laptop aside and fucked in earnest.

I told of us hiring a college girl short on tuition...her explaining it was babysitting or stripping, and she mostly objected to the stripping lest she be seen...led to her doing some dancing for us, then staying over for instruction not offered in her major's syllabus....pretty penthouse forum stuff but hot to push him a little.

Anyway I want to write up the fantasy of what SHOULD (maybe will?) have happens if I had shown him the hentai picture of little Kewpie looking into little johnny's eyes as he lay on his back, knees up taking the whole length of her strap-on up his tender, but willing ass.

~by the way~ what is it with Japanese hentai with the submissive male with the MASSIVE cartoon cocks...WTF? Kinda out of scale for the scene? maybe cultural? somebody explain that please?

Fuck..Fuckety Fuck...that was close!!!

I got sloppy. I was supposed to leave the old laptop at work, but I was looking at some tumbler sites and wanted to surf through them more at home so I took it home. And left it on the counter when I went to the grocery store.

Hubby's computer in his home office has been dead he mostly uses one at work, but sometimes uses the family computer on the little built-in desk in the kitchen...Kid was on it, he saw the old laptop..(It was out oldest but he got a better one for school and I took it over recently..)

I brought a couple of bags in and asked Kid on the computer where dad was and she pointed towards bedroom..I opened the door and there he was on the bed with it in his lap. He JUMPED and blushed and tried to close the lid then stopped and mumbled something about "didn't mean to..."

Apparently he wanted on the computer and daughter was on, he noticed the laptop..(he'd forgotten we had it) He said he didn't know I used it. Hadn't meant to snoop, said he just back arrowed a couple times to many and saw something and got caught up..

"I didn't mean to invade your privacy...." he said guiltily...

I was thinking fast wondering what he saw and what he would think..shit, shit, shittety shit!

"It's just I saw a couple of pics and it looked hot and I got caught up...."

"Hot, huh?" I fished around a little..."Like what part?" ..."I have been in a kinky mood lately as you know, and you know I have never been shy about porn...its just that other than that cheesy crap in hotel pay-per-view, we just don't watch it together, right? So I'm embarrased, but just a little"

"Look, I'll log you off here."

"That's OK, look why don't you go catch a shower, give me a little privacy, I'll pick out some porn I like that I think you'll find hot too, then while I get my shower you can do the same and we will compare notes?"

"Really?" ~delighted~

"Sure.. Now scoot!"

As SOON as th bathroom clicked I was delving into history..WHAT did he say..What does he know...??????

I saw that mostly he had at random picked through the tumbler pages a friend had sent me...mix of arty and some fem-dom stuff, some anime. The sequence was out of order so he had fished around had clearly looked through history and snooped...

In what looked like a quick flicking through of old history he had apparently brought up THIS blog, but I was logged off so it didn;t stand out as mine. He didnt page through more pages on this blog which he would have if he's caught on it was me..so I breathed a huge sigh of relief...

I reactivated one of the kid's accounts and renamed it "Alan" (well actually his real first name..and made the main one "Marjorie"

I just grabbed some images, some random porn, BJ shots a couple of bondage shots, mostly pretty plain..I included a couple of Anime including one with the little Japanese guy stroking his monster cock while the little kewpie went at him with a strap-on...

I dumped all the history, cache, made Mozilla the main browser...

Barely finished when the shower turned off...

He came out.....I handed him the laptop.

"There, I made us separate accounts so we don't accidentally freak out at each other's kinky stuff!...Now, pick us out some porn..."

I came out after a long, hot, stress-relieving shower..it got cool as the water ran out, probably needed that...

Then it got interesting....

Sexy Texts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

hub: DP? who's that?

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

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

So after reviewing those I sent him a new one:

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

hub: About?

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

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

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

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

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

Jumped the Gun...

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dominatrix....

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whatever you want."

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

"Sure!"

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

"Sounds interesting.."

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

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

"Yeah?"

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

He hopped up and headed over.

"Hands an knees!"

He dropped compliantly.

"With your teeth."

He did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SMACKKKK!

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

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

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

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









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It's a date.

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

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

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

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

"Everyone always wants more!"

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

He did not have sexual relations with that woman...

Not once..

Me being the woman, and Jim reprising the role of a frustratingly more moral Clinton.

We were chatting yesterday after he confessed to being very uncomfortable in his chair at work after using his smart phone to read my last entry.

"I can help you with that." I chirped referencing his discomfort about sitting in a snug fitting pair pf pants, yet embarrassed to stand up.

"I'm sure you could. And I'm sure you'd wear me out. And I'm sure I'd look guilty when I got home."

We discussed at length the reasoning behind his fidelity. All good reasons really.

He is happy with his wife sexually. Describes her as imaginative, fun, multiply and easily orgasmic. (Bitch!)

He is happy with her as companion, described their first year of marriage with a broken TV as the happiest, reading in companionable silence.

He admitted that he doesn't handle guilt well. Apparently one time he 'came close' as he puts it to consummating an emotional affair he told her. (Dumb ass) He told himself he isn't going to put her through that again. (so don't tell, DUMB ASS!) On balance he gets a pass here, maybe.

"What would you change?" I probed. (pun intended!)

He admitted that her housekeeping skills are sub par to say the least.

"It's not that I expected a maid, its just the willful defiance in her eyes when she watches me notice the chaos. The way she shows disrespect for my own efforts at housekeeping by undoing the work I put in. I can come home, do some dishes so I can cook a meal, clean up after myself and come home the next day to see those same pans in the sink again. She seems to want me to come down as the angry dad to MAKE her do it so she can sulk and I refuse." I thought this was actually apt so I asked him if I could clip and post it.

"Have you said it that way to her?"

"Well, in therapy, she complains that she detests therapy because it seems to boil down to her being a lousy housekeeper." He tries a brave face again.."Did I mention she fucks like a porn star?"

Changing the subject I brought up again my unreasonable (his term for it) sexual attraction to him. He pointed out that although he admitted sneaking a peek at me, I have no idea what he looks like. We've been over that I haven't even asked for a description. I freely admit that i will fuck him 5 ways from Sunday, even on a Sunday (in a church if need be.), Sight unseen.

This led to a discussion about male vs. female attraction. Went nowhere. He's a guy. 'nuff said.

We mutually agreed that our relationship, (it clearly at this point is a relationship; weird though it is) is on many levels inappropriate for either of us as married people to engage in. I am less constrained than him because I feel justified by my hubby's behavior, and the fact that I have already committed honest to god adultery - yummy. Also he comes from more repressive background...come to think of it he and hubby could hang out.

(wait did I say yummy out loud?)

I point out that his encouraging me to cuckold my husband in the stereotypical hubby in the corner watching was really a mirror of his own desires. I asked about how he felt about me blowing that boy in the parking lot. He admitted that it appealed to the voyeur in him to hear about it.

We explored, I probed. His chastity belt held up (so far.) We talked about what he would and wouldn't be able to rationalize. He, unlike Clinton would consider a BJ sexual relations. Ditto cigar or even cigarillo penetration.

What about if I had dared to blow parking lot boy in our parking lot. Would he watch?

Hell yes...

What about in a hotel room? Uh, no. Why not. Too dangerous. (Flying bodily fluids?) So its a proximity thing. Hmmm... I'll respect his boundaries but I am damn sure gonna push them!

Would he watch me on cam? Maybe. Hmm progress. He points out that his home situation would make it unlikely that he and I could find a privacy window mutually, but worth thinking about methinks..

How about if we invite Wifey? Hell yes he said but unlikely. She isn't into chicks? No, he says we, like you talk about things like that but its understood as all talk.

Perfect I said, so its just details...you firm up the talk into action on your end, I'll do the same on my end. We'll plan on dressing up my husband in your wife's dirty lingerie, tie him to a chair in the corner and you and I can fuck you wife while she wears a french maid's outfit.

"OH, Low blow!" he says. "But an effective image."

Did I ever tell you about Subway Boy?

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

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

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

"No," puzzled look.

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

I started in anyway...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah.." he said.

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

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

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

"Yes, dear" he said.

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

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

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

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

Birthday teasing

My husband is doing OK, but several of his clients have been hit pretty hard so he has had to let some of them slide on payment a bit. On my birthday yesterday, he got me flowers and a card, it was actually pretty thoughtful.

At some point in bed for a little birthday fuck, I said playfully in his response to his earlier apology for not getting something spectacular for my birthday...."You know what would have been spectacular? How about a second cock?" He stopped mid-stroke as I had grabbed the dildo we had started out playing with and deepthroated it.

"Maybe you could have one of your down and out clients work off thier debt by fucking your insatiable wife."

He about finished right there..

"Or maybe they coupld send their wives over..."

It's fun to be back to teasing him with little stories...

I made him pick a client that I know. I spun a little story about how I was visiting at the office and noticed him looking down and out. I "cheered him up" in the lobby while Prudence was gone for lunch...

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" I said in between lunges of my mouth on his cock "...If I was one of those slutty wives"

He half nodded sensing a trick question. His cock had no reservations it was firmly in agreement. It twitched in response.

"What would be hottest? A swinger wife, or an actual hooker housewife? If I started taking on clients, do you think you could help me launder the proceeds, invest it well?"

He grinned at that..played along...started talking setting up an LLC, KEOGH..my eyes glazed over a little...