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.
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Monday, September 27, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
I cheated...
...Not the cheating wife sort of way...on the assignment a commentator here gave me..He suggested I try to get hubby off by tongue his frenulum (sp?) alone..
Always eager to try new things, and lately to blow my husband (possibly to assuage my less-guilty-than-you might think conscience), I set out to try it last night.
In my new Domme voice, (didn't know I had one but I am liking it) I told him "STRIP!"
"Yes Ma'am." he complied. I am getting used to the honorific and am losing the association with it making me feel old so I kind of like it..
Now, you would think, naked man, on his back, wifey slathering his intimate areas with a wet tongue that he'd inevitably grab her by the hair and fuck her face after a bit of teasing. Not so with hubby. He reminds me at times of a puppy rolled on its back wanting its belly rubbed but just this side of ticklish about it. He looks away a bit usually but watches with rapt attention kind of from the corner of his eye. His puritan upbringing.
I have mentioned on more than one occasion that fellatio is very much a visual art and that he is to enjoy the slutty show visually as well as the hot wet willing mouth milking him like the last bit of sweet cream through the straw at the bottom of an old fashioned milkshake. I explained that I know it looks slutty doing it and I LIKE him seeing me in slutty-mode.
So I lapped, he held still as best he could with an occasional butt-clenching wriggle. I did avoid any portion of his cock from the edge of the little helmet to the tip, but considered the whole shaft from that point to the winking little pink rosebud below fair game. I was quite sure I was exceeding my brief when I rimmed him and tongue-fucked him a little. No hands though.
Where I REALLY feel I cheated was when I crossed my fingers and eased first the tip of my middle finger, then my spiraled index finger into his ass. That might have been more than that correspondent had been intending.
You see, I have off and on found the concept of prostate milking interesting, even did it a couple of times before with hubby, (and one old boyfriend that liked a ling tapered candle, but that's a whole 'nother story). Hubby described it as pleasant feeling (I was very gentle), but psychically uncomfortable. Said it made him feel like he went totally limp..I assured him that although his cock was not fuck-a-bly hard, it was still engorged in size. When I had done it before I was giving him plain old lips-mouth-tongue-teeth(lightly)-throat-head so it was more like a blowjob with a bonus prostate exam.
I have been talking to a friend (Not Jim in this case..he has been kind of absent from the blog but still comments to me a lot, but he wriggles about looking like the 'friend' in every kinky correspondence I have.) Anyway this guy is currently experimenting with locating his prostate, and acquainting himself with its charms, so I wanted to try some things out on hubby.
Remarkably like trying to find and massage a G-spot. I read somewhere that the theory is that a G-spot might be a not developed (because of the X chromosome) prostate artifact from the development before a fetus decides what gender its going to be.
Anyway, I licked, suckled and probed but did not bob up and down on said cock. When he did come all over his belly it was a decent quantity and gently seeped it seemed like rather than shot out. I continued gently massaging his prostate, 'milking' the last of it out, not touching his cock at all at this point...with my other hand I trailed a couple of fingertips through and licked them suggestively..."Shame to waste this." then up for a big, deep cummy French kiss.
He was less squirmy about that then say after I give him head. I have been kind of insisting on a big kiss after head as of late in a little mind game I am playing, and he accepts it but I feel resistance...this time less so...
I continued kissing him, then would trail fingertips again, bring my fingers between us, "Get it all.." I coached...Damn! this was getting hot!
I cleaned up all of it sucking it back off his tongue each time.
I asked him about his acceptance this time..."Did it taste less weird to you this time?"
He shrugged, content and complacent. "Not really the taste, just a different feeling with that orgasm..kind of slow rolling, not frantic, and didn;t get that roll-over-go-to-sleep-I'm-done feeling."
Hmmm.
Need to break out a lab coat and glasses and do some more study on this.
Always eager to try new things, and lately to blow my husband (possibly to assuage my less-guilty-than-you might think conscience), I set out to try it last night.
In my new Domme voice, (didn't know I had one but I am liking it) I told him "STRIP!"
"Yes Ma'am." he complied. I am getting used to the honorific and am losing the association with it making me feel old so I kind of like it..
Now, you would think, naked man, on his back, wifey slathering his intimate areas with a wet tongue that he'd inevitably grab her by the hair and fuck her face after a bit of teasing. Not so with hubby. He reminds me at times of a puppy rolled on its back wanting its belly rubbed but just this side of ticklish about it. He looks away a bit usually but watches with rapt attention kind of from the corner of his eye. His puritan upbringing.
I have mentioned on more than one occasion that fellatio is very much a visual art and that he is to enjoy the slutty show visually as well as the hot wet willing mouth milking him like the last bit of sweet cream through the straw at the bottom of an old fashioned milkshake. I explained that I know it looks slutty doing it and I LIKE him seeing me in slutty-mode.
So I lapped, he held still as best he could with an occasional butt-clenching wriggle. I did avoid any portion of his cock from the edge of the little helmet to the tip, but considered the whole shaft from that point to the winking little pink rosebud below fair game. I was quite sure I was exceeding my brief when I rimmed him and tongue-fucked him a little. No hands though.
Where I REALLY feel I cheated was when I crossed my fingers and eased first the tip of my middle finger, then my spiraled index finger into his ass. That might have been more than that correspondent had been intending.
You see, I have off and on found the concept of prostate milking interesting, even did it a couple of times before with hubby, (and one old boyfriend that liked a ling tapered candle, but that's a whole 'nother story). Hubby described it as pleasant feeling (I was very gentle), but psychically uncomfortable. Said it made him feel like he went totally limp..I assured him that although his cock was not fuck-a-bly hard, it was still engorged in size. When I had done it before I was giving him plain old lips-mouth-tongue-teeth(lightly)-throat-head so it was more like a blowjob with a bonus prostate exam.
I have been talking to a friend (Not Jim in this case..he has been kind of absent from the blog but still comments to me a lot, but he wriggles about looking like the 'friend' in every kinky correspondence I have.) Anyway this guy is currently experimenting with locating his prostate, and acquainting himself with its charms, so I wanted to try some things out on hubby.
Remarkably like trying to find and massage a G-spot. I read somewhere that the theory is that a G-spot might be a not developed (because of the X chromosome) prostate artifact from the development before a fetus decides what gender its going to be.
Anyway, I licked, suckled and probed but did not bob up and down on said cock. When he did come all over his belly it was a decent quantity and gently seeped it seemed like rather than shot out. I continued gently massaging his prostate, 'milking' the last of it out, not touching his cock at all at this point...with my other hand I trailed a couple of fingertips through and licked them suggestively..."Shame to waste this." then up for a big, deep cummy French kiss.
He was less squirmy about that then say after I give him head. I have been kind of insisting on a big kiss after head as of late in a little mind game I am playing, and he accepts it but I feel resistance...this time less so...
I continued kissing him, then would trail fingertips again, bring my fingers between us, "Get it all.." I coached...Damn! this was getting hot!
I cleaned up all of it sucking it back off his tongue each time.
I asked him about his acceptance this time..."Did it taste less weird to you this time?"
He shrugged, content and complacent. "Not really the taste, just a different feeling with that orgasm..kind of slow rolling, not frantic, and didn;t get that roll-over-go-to-sleep-I'm-done feeling."
Hmmm.
Need to break out a lab coat and glasses and do some more study on this.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Rubber Ducky, you are no longer the one...~sings~
...You always made bathtime lots of fun..Would replacement make him a cucky ducky?
SO...I was in a horny mood yesterday for a lot of different reasons including an email exchange about some play with an anal sex toy. Not me; it was a friend. No really I'm not just saying it so you don't think I would put things up my bum. Cause I would..I do , well I did too.
I came home from work and rooted around in the sex toy drawer, took a bit, because I realized that most of them either had electronic parts, or no base and therefore not appropriate for traversing the dark passage. (Hate to have to meet a cute young ER intern to have something removed..seriously..it happens, you ass isn't as one way as you'd think, it can grab stuff and hide it...whole 'nother post, that)
Found a butt plug with a bullet inserted in the base,,,thats a maybe...took out the bullet. AHA found it a strait cocky-looking fleshy dong with a suction-cup base. Never did find a place it would stick that made sense to mount...but the butt? hmmm
Warm water filling the tub....no bubble bath...first time I tried something like this I used some bath gel for lube...DON'T...burns...
Played, twisted,pressed, bore down...relaxed...in it went. and out and in and out.. repeat...gently...was hot..pictured my friend doing much the same...hotter..
Don;t USUALLY cum from anal alone, and in this case I cheated my wrist bone kept 'accidentally' catching me just right...mmm wrist...fist buried to the wrist...well not this time...just musing aloud here...
Anyway I had fun, made me hornier, jumped the husband, purely vanilla but wet and warm and wonderful..
No ducks or Muppets were harmed in the production of this post...maybe another time I'll fuck a puppet.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Lunch.
I heard the click of the key-card in the lock and reached for the pocket vibe. Hubby is always fascinated watching it at work. Men love tools. Bright smile for him as he rounded the corner to see more than just calves in black pumps that he could see from the door.
"Hi, honey...getting lunch warmed up."
"I can help you with that!" he grinned as he plopped between my wantonly spread legs.
Grabbing him by the hair..I used my new Dominatrix voice and said, "NO, that is desert." Pulling him up astride me, I gave him a deep searching tongue kiss. I wasn't trying to recreate the make-out session for Marcus, or indulge in the kinky fantasy of him being able to taste him on my lips still, but both thoughts flashed through my mind. Mostly though I just wanted to make-out. Several early fumbling sessions, mostly in cars, also flashed. I wondered what kind of rental car he had gotten, I was kind of hoping for a Mustang or a Charger.
Back in the present he looked pleased as well. I was near to getting off as was he from his bulging dockers hitting me just right. I was suddenly well, cock-hungry, to coin a phrase and rolled him over. I attacked his pants after fumbling the belt out of the loops. The flash of pale blue when I unzipped the fly caught me off guard.
"Hmmm wasn't expecting that..." His cock looked tumescent to borrow from a romance novel I read once. It looked huge peeking out of the top of the distended panties. Kinda hot.
"It was sort of your idea...my jockeys weren't dry this morning after washing them in the sink."
"You could have gone commando.." I teased "But I'm glad you didn't. I kinda like you pussy whipped, so to speak."
"You have always had me whipped." he said with a confidant grin. Possibly the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.
That earned him a $500 blow-job, and as he told me later a couple of dirty looks he ignored when he was 15 minutes late coming back from a 20 minute break. apparently some kind of continuing education class and the rules on how long their butts have to be collectively in the chairs is fixed. He said I told them, sorry, my wife just got in and I lost track of time saying hello. The class roared when the instructor said "tell her hello from me later."
"Hi, honey...getting lunch warmed up."
"I can help you with that!" he grinned as he plopped between my wantonly spread legs.
Grabbing him by the hair..I used my new Dominatrix voice and said, "NO, that is desert." Pulling him up astride me, I gave him a deep searching tongue kiss. I wasn't trying to recreate the make-out session for Marcus, or indulge in the kinky fantasy of him being able to taste him on my lips still, but both thoughts flashed through my mind. Mostly though I just wanted to make-out. Several early fumbling sessions, mostly in cars, also flashed. I wondered what kind of rental car he had gotten, I was kind of hoping for a Mustang or a Charger.
Back in the present he looked pleased as well. I was near to getting off as was he from his bulging dockers hitting me just right. I was suddenly well, cock-hungry, to coin a phrase and rolled him over. I attacked his pants after fumbling the belt out of the loops. The flash of pale blue when I unzipped the fly caught me off guard.
"Hmmm wasn't expecting that..." His cock looked tumescent to borrow from a romance novel I read once. It looked huge peeking out of the top of the distended panties. Kinda hot.
"It was sort of your idea...my jockeys weren't dry this morning after washing them in the sink."
"You could have gone commando.." I teased "But I'm glad you didn't. I kinda like you pussy whipped, so to speak."
"You have always had me whipped." he said with a confidant grin. Possibly the most romantic thing he has ever said to me.
That earned him a $500 blow-job, and as he told me later a couple of dirty looks he ignored when he was 15 minutes late coming back from a 20 minute break. apparently some kind of continuing education class and the rules on how long their butts have to be collectively in the chairs is fixed. He said I told them, sorry, my wife just got in and I lost track of time saying hello. The class roared when the instructor said "tell her hello from me later."
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
On the plane, In panties....
Unless he decided to go commando....
At least that WAS the plan...
"What's up with the panties?" he asked...
What's up, indeed....I think I am developing an honest-to-God fetish about them. Weird.
I had barely even noticed mention of them in the context of "the cuckold" in a story or two being made to wear them. My mysterious 'co-worker' thinks panties are diagnostic. If I can get him in panties, he is by definition a panty-waist cuckold. Stands to reason I guess, but I asked what's up with them.
He doesn't get it either , at least not really but he noticed it is a common theme in cuckold stories, and dominatrix themes and the like. He says that a man that will submit to that will submit to about anything...When we initially were talking about it, I mentioned hubby had cross-dressed for me on a lark years ago..I was challenged to get him into a pair and did so.
Last night, the whole crawling around the bedroom with my panties in his mouth got to me a bit. It's about control and I liked it.
Now this is convoluted to the point of being silly but here goes:
At some point (probably while reading a story about a cuckold and his hot wife), I pictured my husband sitting in a chair in the corner and watching me with a lover, stroking himself through a pair of panties. I decided to make at least in a way to make that happen, sort of...
Which brings us to his statement about "What's up with the panties?". His eyes are a little red and swollen from all the soap in his eyes, but that's another story.
He had packed his suitcase already for tonight. He is on the red-eye flight to Vegas as he has a seminar in the morning. I join him Saturday morning. I took his tighty-whiteys out of his suitcase and put them back in his underwear drawer and replaced them with a handful of my panties. I thought about substituting the pair he had laid out for when he got in the shower.
Before joining him in the shower, I did put a pair of high-cut red crushed velvet Valentines day panties on the bed next to his dockers and polo shirt. In the shower I had sort of a plan, and it had to do with watching him jerk off. I read someone else's blog and it had to do with orgasm denial, which seemed would in hubby's case not work out as taking the carrot away would tend to reduce compliance, one would think, but what I got to wondering was this...
~How long can I go without ACTUALLY fucking or sucking him off?~
This was partially because I had been daydreaming at my desk all day about tomorrow and feeling very very horny. On the one hand I figured I would jump hubby's bones while fantasizing about it, and on the other hand I thought, about my own orgasm denial, to build the anticipation...I came down in favor of letting Early Bird give me my next orgasm. It didn't work out QUITE like that. I did orgasm (twice) but I didn't give him one..
I reasoned I could touch, tease, and even taste him as long as it was all part of the game and not designed to "get him off". I would make him do that himself. Sliding the shower door open, I actually did catch him "soaping it up". Seriously. Not sure if it was a coincidence or what, but I grinned and said "I can help you with THAT!"
Grabbing his slippery cock I gave it a couple of half-hearted (but enthusiastically received) tugs. He was putty in my hands...(smirk)
I pressed my soapy breasts against him and bit his lower lip...then his earlobe. I said "You want another visit from your Dominatrix?" As I breathed in his ear.
He only managed a nod.
"Good!" I cheerfully announced then grabbed him by a handful of wet hair and pushed him to his knees on the hard tile. I thrust my hips forward and shoved his face into my pussy...he got to work very enthusiastically...lips, and tongue and teeth, (OH MY!).
I had in mind to reprimand him for some fault in technique, but it was hard to think of one while I was cumming...The best I could manage was to suppress crying out, and reached for the shampoo bottle...I actually washed and conditioned my hair during my next orgasm, which was a little to strong to bother hiding it..
He practically drowned with the suds in his face, and eyes, and mouth...Not smart, I'll probably get a yeast infection from getting "too clean" down there....
After I had gotten mine..I said, "hold out your hand" and squirted some rose scented conditioner into it. "Stroke!" I instructed....he started going at it and was making eye contact with a knd of far-away look. It was interesting...It just isn;t something we have done often. He has (and REALLY likes) watching me finger myself either during sex or just to tease, but only a couple of times have we done a mutual masturbation thing. I wasn't planning to but I ended up lightly and quickly touching myself while he sped up..I could tell he was getting close because his balls tightened up...I said "Stop!"
Cupping his balls, I said, "It looks like you were about to waste that." Wouldn't you rather shoot that in my mouth?" He almost blew the load then...
I had him stand on the little bench in the shower which didn't quite bring his cock to my mouth as planned. If it went off without warning my tits were about in the line of fire.
"What do you like best about cumming in my mouth? Seeing it on my lips and tongue? Watching me swallow? tasting it on my lips?"
"All of it." He lied We have talked about it after seeing it in porn, but its hot to talk about during but after he cums, its a little icky to kiss those lips he just defiled with his cock...So he doesn't actually taste it on my lips...
"Oh that sounds so hot to me too.." I said
This part was a little scripted in my head before.
I opened my mouth in that little porn star "O" and said slutty encouraging things, while he continued to work up a case of carpal tunnel. I kind of think he must have rubbed one out before I got in the shower because this is taking a while...
Finally he came, and almost missed as he seemed unsure whether he could grab my head and shove it onto his dick. Years of experience though and I was ready....I didn't touch his cock otherwise and didn't do any little oral tricks, just a place to cum..I pumped his own hand on his cock a couple of times to finish the last spasm...then I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bench and gave him a big-open-mouthed cum-filled French kiss...
If I had had the guts to substitute his undershorts for the panties instead of just leaving him a pretty red 'option' this is how the next bit was supposed to go:
I hadn't quite figured out how that conversation would go.
Tell him I 've been perving to tranny porn? No, thats no good, I don't think he would find it hot to see himself in that role. Tell him I have a fantasy about him being a panty-wearing cuckold? hmmm No, sometimes the truth can be so inappropriate! Tell him his cock just looks so much sexier in something lacy? (It kinda does, but I don't see him buying that...)
That would have paused him a bit I would imagine.
So I had it pictured that he would leave, a wan smile on his face looking maybe a bit bewildered, hitching up his pants every few steps. The shuttle picked him up so I couldn't see him wriggling out of them en-route...airport bathroom maybe? I'm betting he would have actually gone commando, his cock chafing a bit against twill, when it could have been snug and comfortable in velvet....~smirk~ Would have been interesting to hear him lie and claim he actually went through security screening like that.
So when the comment finally happened "What's up with the panties?" It was not until he was unpacking in his room. He hadn't apparently noticed the absence of Jockey shorts.
Until I told him.."I traded you for your shorts."
"What???..." pause while he must have been checking..."You aren't kidding!...Oh I am SO going to get you for this!"
"Tell you what," I said "You can make me wear your sexiest pair of boxers when we get home. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure you aren't fucking any of the 'hostesses' in the 'hospitality suite' at least not until I get there!"
Update: he called back and I convinced him he better "pick out a subtle pair to wear to the seminar in the morning"
Predictably he said, "Uh, no..I'm thinking of going commando.."
I pointed out that if he chafed his cock from sitting in the seminar for several hours with hard-on It would probably be too sore for a blow-job when I get there.
He laughs.."I like accounting, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a hard-on for the tax code!"
"No but you will undoubtedly have one from the filthy texts I plan to send you during. I plan to have you shifting in your seat and something silky will feel a lot better against your cock then a zipper"
"You have a point."
I actually had him stroking himself laying on the bed in his hotel room wearing just a pair of pantys. He said it felt good in a kinky but disturbing way.
At least that WAS the plan...
"What's up with the panties?" he asked...
What's up, indeed....I think I am developing an honest-to-God fetish about them. Weird.
I had barely even noticed mention of them in the context of "the cuckold" in a story or two being made to wear them. My mysterious 'co-worker' thinks panties are diagnostic. If I can get him in panties, he is by definition a panty-waist cuckold. Stands to reason I guess, but I asked what's up with them.
He doesn't get it either , at least not really but he noticed it is a common theme in cuckold stories, and dominatrix themes and the like. He says that a man that will submit to that will submit to about anything...When we initially were talking about it, I mentioned hubby had cross-dressed for me on a lark years ago..I was challenged to get him into a pair and did so.
Last night, the whole crawling around the bedroom with my panties in his mouth got to me a bit. It's about control and I liked it.
Now this is convoluted to the point of being silly but here goes:
At some point (probably while reading a story about a cuckold and his hot wife), I pictured my husband sitting in a chair in the corner and watching me with a lover, stroking himself through a pair of panties. I decided to make at least in a way to make that happen, sort of...
Which brings us to his statement about "What's up with the panties?". His eyes are a little red and swollen from all the soap in his eyes, but that's another story.
He had packed his suitcase already for tonight. He is on the red-eye flight to Vegas as he has a seminar in the morning. I join him Saturday morning. I took his tighty-whiteys out of his suitcase and put them back in his underwear drawer and replaced them with a handful of my panties. I thought about substituting the pair he had laid out for when he got in the shower.
Before joining him in the shower, I did put a pair of high-cut red crushed velvet Valentines day panties on the bed next to his dockers and polo shirt. In the shower I had sort of a plan, and it had to do with watching him jerk off. I read someone else's blog and it had to do with orgasm denial, which seemed would in hubby's case not work out as taking the carrot away would tend to reduce compliance, one would think, but what I got to wondering was this...
~How long can I go without ACTUALLY fucking or sucking him off?~
This was partially because I had been daydreaming at my desk all day about tomorrow and feeling very very horny. On the one hand I figured I would jump hubby's bones while fantasizing about it, and on the other hand I thought, about my own orgasm denial, to build the anticipation...I came down in favor of letting Early Bird give me my next orgasm. It didn't work out QUITE like that. I did orgasm (twice) but I didn't give him one..
I reasoned I could touch, tease, and even taste him as long as it was all part of the game and not designed to "get him off". I would make him do that himself. Sliding the shower door open, I actually did catch him "soaping it up". Seriously. Not sure if it was a coincidence or what, but I grinned and said "I can help you with THAT!"
Grabbing his slippery cock I gave it a couple of half-hearted (but enthusiastically received) tugs. He was putty in my hands...(smirk)
I pressed my soapy breasts against him and bit his lower lip...then his earlobe. I said "You want another visit from your Dominatrix?" As I breathed in his ear.
He only managed a nod.
"Good!" I cheerfully announced then grabbed him by a handful of wet hair and pushed him to his knees on the hard tile. I thrust my hips forward and shoved his face into my pussy...he got to work very enthusiastically...lips, and tongue and teeth, (OH MY!).
I had in mind to reprimand him for some fault in technique, but it was hard to think of one while I was cumming...The best I could manage was to suppress crying out, and reached for the shampoo bottle...I actually washed and conditioned my hair during my next orgasm, which was a little to strong to bother hiding it..
He practically drowned with the suds in his face, and eyes, and mouth...Not smart, I'll probably get a yeast infection from getting "too clean" down there....
After I had gotten mine..I said, "hold out your hand" and squirted some rose scented conditioner into it. "Stroke!" I instructed....he started going at it and was making eye contact with a knd of far-away look. It was interesting...It just isn;t something we have done often. He has (and REALLY likes) watching me finger myself either during sex or just to tease, but only a couple of times have we done a mutual masturbation thing. I wasn't planning to but I ended up lightly and quickly touching myself while he sped up..I could tell he was getting close because his balls tightened up...I said "Stop!"
Cupping his balls, I said, "It looks like you were about to waste that." Wouldn't you rather shoot that in my mouth?" He almost blew the load then...
I had him stand on the little bench in the shower which didn't quite bring his cock to my mouth as planned. If it went off without warning my tits were about in the line of fire.
"What do you like best about cumming in my mouth? Seeing it on my lips and tongue? Watching me swallow? tasting it on my lips?"
"All of it." He lied We have talked about it after seeing it in porn, but its hot to talk about during but after he cums, its a little icky to kiss those lips he just defiled with his cock...So he doesn't actually taste it on my lips...
"Oh that sounds so hot to me too.." I said
This part was a little scripted in my head before.
I opened my mouth in that little porn star "O" and said slutty encouraging things, while he continued to work up a case of carpal tunnel. I kind of think he must have rubbed one out before I got in the shower because this is taking a while...
Finally he came, and almost missed as he seemed unsure whether he could grab my head and shove it onto his dick. Years of experience though and I was ready....I didn't touch his cock otherwise and didn't do any little oral tricks, just a place to cum..I pumped his own hand on his cock a couple of times to finish the last spasm...then I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him off the bench and gave him a big-open-mouthed cum-filled French kiss...
If I had had the guts to substitute his undershorts for the panties instead of just leaving him a pretty red 'option' this is how the next bit was supposed to go:
He shouted over the blow-dryer, "I can't find any undershorts". Turning it off I said "On the bed."
He came back holding the red "undershorts" and said "just yours".
"Oh, I don't mind, you can borrow them."
"Come on, seriously..." he said.
"I am serious...put them on."
"What's up with the panties?" he would have said here. "I mean we've used them for some kinky fun at times, but you seemed obsessed with them these days.."
I hadn't quite figured out how that conversation would go.
Tell him I 've been perving to tranny porn? No, thats no good, I don't think he would find it hot to see himself in that role. Tell him I have a fantasy about him being a panty-wearing cuckold? hmmm No, sometimes the truth can be so inappropriate! Tell him his cock just looks so much sexier in something lacy? (It kinda does, but I don't see him buying that...)
"Um, I'm flying out tonight..." he would have protested..
"Yes I know, that's what makes it hot...you'll be in that hotel tonight with a bunch of drunk accountants, a couple of strippers most likely, and I'll be the only wife that knows for sure her hubby isn't taking his pants off.."
"He come on"...he protests..."I wasn't very forward with "the ladies" when I was single (an understatement) and no I'm an accountant!"
"Oh, I wouldn't mind you fucking another woman, but I get to be there to watch if you do..."
That would have paused him a bit I would imagine.
No comment.
I held the panties out and he compliantly put one leg then the other in. I pulled them up, then held out his pants. He put them on over the panties and when they sagged the top inch of the panties showed.
"Better wear a belt" I suggested.
"Maybe something shorter would be better?" he weakly ...
"Oh. don't worry a packed several choices so when you get to your hotel you can decide whats the most comfortable."
So I had it pictured that he would leave, a wan smile on his face looking maybe a bit bewildered, hitching up his pants every few steps. The shuttle picked him up so I couldn't see him wriggling out of them en-route...airport bathroom maybe? I'm betting he would have actually gone commando, his cock chafing a bit against twill, when it could have been snug and comfortable in velvet....~smirk~ Would have been interesting to hear him lie and claim he actually went through security screening like that.
So when the comment finally happened "What's up with the panties?" It was not until he was unpacking in his room. He hadn't apparently noticed the absence of Jockey shorts.
Until I told him.."I traded you for your shorts."
"What???..." pause while he must have been checking..."You aren't kidding!...Oh I am SO going to get you for this!"
"Tell you what," I said "You can make me wear your sexiest pair of boxers when we get home. Meanwhile, I'm pretty sure you aren't fucking any of the 'hostesses' in the 'hospitality suite' at least not until I get there!"
Update: he called back and I convinced him he better "pick out a subtle pair to wear to the seminar in the morning"
Predictably he said, "Uh, no..I'm thinking of going commando.."
I pointed out that if he chafed his cock from sitting in the seminar for several hours with hard-on It would probably be too sore for a blow-job when I get there.
He laughs.."I like accounting, but I wouldn't go so far as to say I have a hard-on for the tax code!"
"No but you will undoubtedly have one from the filthy texts I plan to send you during. I plan to have you shifting in your seat and something silky will feel a lot better against your cock then a zipper"
"You have a point."
I actually had him stroking himself laying on the bed in his hotel room wearing just a pair of pantys. He said it felt good in a kinky but disturbing way.
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