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.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Panties...or Not.
Interesting how panties figured into so many posts here. It only became an issue at all because of Jim's perception that husbands that send their wives out to get laid are panty-wearing cuckolds. It didn't dissuade him for me to mention that hubby had once (twice?) YEARS ago.
This led to me slipping a pair onto hubby and being surprised both at his lack of resistance and my visceral reaction to the process and the resulting look. Not what I expected.
This led to very interesting reactions from followers to this blog.
One fan who used to wear panties himself years and years ago, has started wearing them again in sexy tribute of sorts in a way that has taken on a life of its own. He bravely went out and purchased what sound like really cute pairs and has both enjoyed the experience and it sounds like been a bit discomfited by it. Getting out of our comfort zones is hot.
One would like to see me leave them out altogether and go sans panty to work and flash my little shoe fetishist underling. (under-the-desk-ling?) hmmmm. On the one hand I am already WELL over the line vis-a-vis company sexual harassment policy, but on the other hand it is pretty rare that a man would ever complain about such. He seems more than a little accepting of what I had to say, but it doesn't seem right when a male supervisor would get castigated for far less.
Well and good to take the high road, but I find myself checking out of the corner of my eye to see if he is checking me out out of the corner of his...He has been far more subtle since I more or less told him I noticed him noticing me. Its bizzare how him knowing I know and being more discreet is both hotter and frustrating. Derek MUST be still stealing looks, but not seeing him do it is maddening. On the other hand, since he is smarter about it ratcheting up the game a bit does seem do-able and that has me musing at my desk these days.
Where was I? Oh yes, panties.
So my new-found friend and I have had long talks on the subject. He has affirmed that there do seem to be lots of straight or bi men that enjoy panty play. It seems odd to me now in hindsight that it is associated with 'gay' when you think about it. More a submissive act I think. He has me thinking and behaving in dominatrix fantasy and I find I like it. I wonder about feminization, and ordering boys about. Boys in panties. Or out of them. Considering another Ashley-Madison profile expressly tailored for that sort of kink. I wonder though of men, already nervous about cheating, are trusting enough to let go in that sort of direction if they have that sort of urge.
Interestingly, as I was musing about all this I noticed that I had had a visitor to the blog who had reached me by Googling "Sissy Cuckold Blogspot" and I wondered. It is a Bull as they call them looking for prey; a hotwife easily cut out of the herd, left unattended by a sissycuck? Was it a submissive man, longing to hear of or even just suspect that while he is home trying on wifey's panties, she is out getting laid by his betters? Is it a wife wondering how best to deal with the desires of her 'man' who seems more sissy than man to her of late?
Seems odd in a way to be writing things that might appeal to any of the above. My husband isn't the most manly of men, but hardly a sissy until I urge him that way. Feminizing my husband doesn't seem lie something I would have in anyway aimed for in the past nor can really imagine wanting in the future on any permanent basis. Strikes me as one of those risky "be careful what you wish for" sort of things.
So here I am kind of full circle. I started with anger at a husband trying to have me seduced. Evolved to discussions of cuckolding of the stereotypical sissy cuckold type. Advanced the thought in tandem paths that never crossed of sissyfication of husband and actually cuckolding him, but without his direct knowlege. So I asked Jim about what he thought about the whole panty wwearing aspect of this thing now that his guess that hubby would came true..."Would you wear them if Wifey asked?"
"I am sure I would." he said...he chalks it up to the fact that men will do damned near anything to get into a woman's panties. So to speak.
This led to me slipping a pair onto hubby and being surprised both at his lack of resistance and my visceral reaction to the process and the resulting look. Not what I expected.
This led to very interesting reactions from followers to this blog.
One fan who used to wear panties himself years and years ago, has started wearing them again in sexy tribute of sorts in a way that has taken on a life of its own. He bravely went out and purchased what sound like really cute pairs and has both enjoyed the experience and it sounds like been a bit discomfited by it. Getting out of our comfort zones is hot.
One would like to see me leave them out altogether and go sans panty to work and flash my little shoe fetishist underling. (under-the-desk-ling?) hmmmm. On the one hand I am already WELL over the line vis-a-vis company sexual harassment policy, but on the other hand it is pretty rare that a man would ever complain about such. He seems more than a little accepting of what I had to say, but it doesn't seem right when a male supervisor would get castigated for far less.
Well and good to take the high road, but I find myself checking out of the corner of my eye to see if he is checking me out out of the corner of his...He has been far more subtle since I more or less told him I noticed him noticing me. Its bizzare how him knowing I know and being more discreet is both hotter and frustrating. Derek MUST be still stealing looks, but not seeing him do it is maddening. On the other hand, since he is smarter about it ratcheting up the game a bit does seem do-able and that has me musing at my desk these days.
Where was I? Oh yes, panties.
So my new-found friend and I have had long talks on the subject. He has affirmed that there do seem to be lots of straight or bi men that enjoy panty play. It seems odd to me now in hindsight that it is associated with 'gay' when you think about it. More a submissive act I think. He has me thinking and behaving in dominatrix fantasy and I find I like it. I wonder about feminization, and ordering boys about. Boys in panties. Or out of them. Considering another Ashley-Madison profile expressly tailored for that sort of kink. I wonder though of men, already nervous about cheating, are trusting enough to let go in that sort of direction if they have that sort of urge.
Interestingly, as I was musing about all this I noticed that I had had a visitor to the blog who had reached me by Googling "Sissy Cuckold Blogspot" and I wondered. It is a Bull as they call them looking for prey; a hotwife easily cut out of the herd, left unattended by a sissycuck? Was it a submissive man, longing to hear of or even just suspect that while he is home trying on wifey's panties, she is out getting laid by his betters? Is it a wife wondering how best to deal with the desires of her 'man' who seems more sissy than man to her of late?
Seems odd in a way to be writing things that might appeal to any of the above. My husband isn't the most manly of men, but hardly a sissy until I urge him that way. Feminizing my husband doesn't seem lie something I would have in anyway aimed for in the past nor can really imagine wanting in the future on any permanent basis. Strikes me as one of those risky "be careful what you wish for" sort of things.
So here I am kind of full circle. I started with anger at a husband trying to have me seduced. Evolved to discussions of cuckolding of the stereotypical sissy cuckold type. Advanced the thought in tandem paths that never crossed of sissyfication of husband and actually cuckolding him, but without his direct knowlege. So I asked Jim about what he thought about the whole panty wwearing aspect of this thing now that his guess that hubby would came true..."Would you wear them if Wifey asked?"
"I am sure I would." he said...he chalks it up to the fact that men will do damned near anything to get into a woman's panties. So to speak.
Friday, August 6, 2010
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:
~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~
I gotta get a feel-doe ordered.
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.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
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?
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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....
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....
Monday, August 2, 2010
If you obsess, they will come....
OK, I just got through posting that bit about Derek being off-limits since he works for me...
I was obviously thinking about him, since I just mentioned him in my lunchtime post about his apparent noticing of my slightly kinkier wardrobe as of late, but he hasn't remarked upon it. Up til now.
Now it wasn't like he just up and said something I did prompt him.
As I said, I had been deliberately teasing him with my heels today. I came back from lunch and kept it up. I leave at 11:00 and half my team leaves with me, other half at 11:30. They get 30 minutes versus my hour of luxury which always struck me as petty. I feel guilty so I don;t enforce the stragglers, some take advantage..on average I'd say most stroll in 10 minutes late. Some mumble excuses some take it for granted. Derek is one of those in early, stays a couple minute late kind of employees. Not brown-nosing I don't think and not me-specific since his reviews prior to me mention punctuality. He was at his desk working when I strolled in a couple minutes late myself. I knew he would be and hadn't had anything in mind (really!) but there he was.
I hopped on my desk which sort of faces his cubicle that he shares and said "Hi, hows it going?" He went on to explain a little about what it was that he was up to and had an idea or two about routing and such. A couple of times he faltered as his eyes were distracted by the arc of my swinging calve. (OK by this point I did have something in mind, but nothing well-formed.)
At some point he was staring off into space gathering a point and I swung my foot more or less in an arc through that thousand yard stare. He startled a bit, and actually blushed. I had him.
"What's on your mind Derek?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing," he mumbled, "I just..."
"Go ahead..Say it"
"Uh, I was just noticing that you wear pantyhose...." He rushed on...getting it all out in a string..."I don't mean anything by it it's just that my girlfriend mentioned the other day that hardly anyone she knows wears pantyhose anymore and definitely not in the summertime...I just was thinking it looked neat."
"Neat?" as in "Neat-o?" I was puzzled here..
He quickly rushed back in.."I mean like business like, polished I guess?"
"Well, thank you, Derek" I said. "It's nice to have the effort noticed."
"Really?" he said relieved..."I didn't want to, you know, hit a whole yellow light thing with that."
(We had the mandatory sexual/racial/orientation/gender sensitivity training earlier this year with a red yellow green light motif..)
"Hmmm....I didn't think you meant it at all that way....(of course I did!) and in general you would be right...like..."
About then a girl from a nearer cubicle filed back in...
I grabbed a stack of papers and beckoned Derek, who hopped up forgetting his earpiece til it yanked off his head..(that reminded me that the monitor room could have heard his side of the conversation and maybe even mine even though he was off the phone. Snoops! - but there is almost never anyone there around lunch time. I hope...)
He followed me and asked where we were going..I explained that the best place to have a private conversation in a crowded building without looking conspiratorial was on the run.
I explained that he is right that policy wise and sensible-wise commenting on anything a woman is wearing is something best left really neutral. "You look nice today" Vs. "You look hot". I pushed the envelope and said women in general are still women in the workplace and probably enjoy some attention as long as it is not a come-on.
"Oh, no...definitely not!"
"Definately not? Too Old?"
"No that's not it....I mean, I have a girlfriend and you are married and well..."
"It's OK, Derek only teasing a little."
We walked a little, hit an open staircase, headed up towards clerks-ville.
"If you have tacit or explicit permission you can be a bit more specific in compliments, but I as you supervisor would have to have been even more cautious...get it?"
"sure" but looked puzzled.
"To be explicit, you have my permission to stare at my legs if they please you, just don't be obvious lest your cubbie buddies tease you!"
"I can do that!" he grinned.
"Trust me, you need practice...periphials" (forty year old virgin reference..love that movie)."Back to work" I said pointing him towards the elevators to take him back down a flight.
"And, Derek..."
"Yes?"
"They aren't pantyhose." I turned and sashayed (really!) in the opposite direction. Kind of wish Jim were in I.T....thought about going through there to tease some nerds, but I have no reason to interrupt their dungeons and dragons games or whatever they do up there.
Black honest-to-god stockings and a garter belt tomorrow or my name isn't Slutty-Bossy-Lady.
(this took forever to type on my phone btw...and doing so while seeing Derek in MY peripherals made me want to embellish it into a whole "stay after work in the broom closet fantasy", but I held off - bravely)
I was obviously thinking about him, since I just mentioned him in my lunchtime post about his apparent noticing of my slightly kinkier wardrobe as of late, but he hasn't remarked upon it. Up til now.
Now it wasn't like he just up and said something I did prompt him.
As I said, I had been deliberately teasing him with my heels today. I came back from lunch and kept it up. I leave at 11:00 and half my team leaves with me, other half at 11:30. They get 30 minutes versus my hour of luxury which always struck me as petty. I feel guilty so I don;t enforce the stragglers, some take advantage..on average I'd say most stroll in 10 minutes late. Some mumble excuses some take it for granted. Derek is one of those in early, stays a couple minute late kind of employees. Not brown-nosing I don't think and not me-specific since his reviews prior to me mention punctuality. He was at his desk working when I strolled in a couple minutes late myself. I knew he would be and hadn't had anything in mind (really!) but there he was.
I hopped on my desk which sort of faces his cubicle that he shares and said "Hi, hows it going?" He went on to explain a little about what it was that he was up to and had an idea or two about routing and such. A couple of times he faltered as his eyes were distracted by the arc of my swinging calve. (OK by this point I did have something in mind, but nothing well-formed.)
At some point he was staring off into space gathering a point and I swung my foot more or less in an arc through that thousand yard stare. He startled a bit, and actually blushed. I had him.
"What's on your mind Derek?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing," he mumbled, "I just..."
"Go ahead..Say it"
"Uh, I was just noticing that you wear pantyhose...." He rushed on...getting it all out in a string..."I don't mean anything by it it's just that my girlfriend mentioned the other day that hardly anyone she knows wears pantyhose anymore and definitely not in the summertime...I just was thinking it looked neat."
"Neat?" as in "Neat-o?" I was puzzled here..
He quickly rushed back in.."I mean like business like, polished I guess?"
"Well, thank you, Derek" I said. "It's nice to have the effort noticed."
"Really?" he said relieved..."I didn't want to, you know, hit a whole yellow light thing with that."
(We had the mandatory sexual/racial/orientation/gender sensitivity training earlier this year with a red yellow green light motif..)
"Hmmm....I didn't think you meant it at all that way....(of course I did!) and in general you would be right...like..."
About then a girl from a nearer cubicle filed back in...
I grabbed a stack of papers and beckoned Derek, who hopped up forgetting his earpiece til it yanked off his head..(that reminded me that the monitor room could have heard his side of the conversation and maybe even mine even though he was off the phone. Snoops! - but there is almost never anyone there around lunch time. I hope...)
He followed me and asked where we were going..I explained that the best place to have a private conversation in a crowded building without looking conspiratorial was on the run.
I explained that he is right that policy wise and sensible-wise commenting on anything a woman is wearing is something best left really neutral. "You look nice today" Vs. "You look hot". I pushed the envelope and said women in general are still women in the workplace and probably enjoy some attention as long as it is not a come-on.
"Oh, no...definitely not!"
"Definately not? Too Old?"
"No that's not it....I mean, I have a girlfriend and you are married and well..."
"It's OK, Derek only teasing a little."
We walked a little, hit an open staircase, headed up towards clerks-ville.
"If you have tacit or explicit permission you can be a bit more specific in compliments, but I as you supervisor would have to have been even more cautious...get it?"
"sure" but looked puzzled.
"To be explicit, you have my permission to stare at my legs if they please you, just don't be obvious lest your cubbie buddies tease you!"
"I can do that!" he grinned.
"Trust me, you need practice...periphials" (forty year old virgin reference..love that movie)."Back to work" I said pointing him towards the elevators to take him back down a flight.
"And, Derek..."
"Yes?"
"They aren't pantyhose." I turned and sashayed (really!) in the opposite direction. Kind of wish Jim were in I.T....thought about going through there to tease some nerds, but I have no reason to interrupt their dungeons and dragons games or whatever they do up there.
Black honest-to-god stockings and a garter belt tomorrow or my name isn't Slutty-Bossy-Lady.
(this took forever to type on my phone btw...and doing so while seeing Derek in MY peripherals made me want to embellish it into a whole "stay after work in the broom closet fantasy", but I held off - bravely)
Where am I?
As much for me to keep track of the menagerie of players as for your benefit Dear Reader. I had this idea I would run out and find a couple of guys to fool around with and drop them as the one night stands they were intended. I find however I leave unfinished business and the more I involve myself the more I seek other entanglements.
First and truly foremost, despite everything is my husband, alternately known as hubby, DH, and when I had to give him a name in Vegas, Alan...(middle name). I thought a lot about him this weekend in light of the very graphic display of fidelity under duress by the ever-chivalrous Jim.
I asked myself if Alan would be able to hold back from a near naked girl in his car. The answer I came up with is no, few men would or even want to try. Alan, though to his credit, wouldn't have put himself in the car, I don't think.
I wonder, still where he was going with that ad. He never followed through beyond a two vague, feeling him out emails with Jim. I don;t think he was trying to "catch me" because I havent really given him any cause to think I would stray..(well until recently). It was a little unclear what he saw of maybe some online flirtation, didn't sound like he was mad about that, more interested, so I think it was a fantasy of seeing me return to my slutty ways mostly for good 'bedtime stories'. I have told him all the old ones with a couple I withheld for various reasons.
Anyway, in general he is a good husband, looks fabulous in panties ~smirk~, and when I ratcheted up my kink, he was right there with me and it was fun. Like a renewal of sorts.
I have already decided as somebody wrote me that the Genie isn't going back in the bottle, but I was THINKING I was fairly sated, and would concentrate on my marriage a bit more..but you know I still have my toes circling in the pool. A Lot.
I have updated my Ashley-Madison profile after a conversation with a pen pal. He is an inch shorter than my 5'9" and we were talking about how hot it looks when you do see a shorter guy walking confidently with a taller woman in heels...I changed what I was looking for to 5'4" just to see what was out there...wow a lot more..and it sure seems that kinky is inversely proportional to height. (proud of the proportionality, Mr. Larsen?). Short guys had interesting profiles...In talking to my friend I said I would go out and fuck the shortest guy that messaged me. I don't know that I will actually do that exactly, but I am looking more broadly. Not opposed to an actual midget mind you, but doesn;t that smack of cheap exploitative porn? Come to think of it the voyeur at the 4th of July party was kind short, but young too. Not opposed to the whole age thing but the whole cougar / cub thing seems sort of contrived to me.
So anyway I have a few guys I am talking to from there, off and on...most messages there start with "I know you get a lot of messages...." and that's kind of true. I am over feeling like I have to respond to each and everyone, but they make a great place to 'shop' for a fantasy guy. I kind of put this guys attributes with that a one and his looks, and his grin and so on and build a guy for fantasy fodder. A few seem pretty fuckable in their own right. I like that you can ignore the rejects too. I put the rude guy out to pasture after a couple of insistant messages. Poof gone. The only one I have been with from there is Marcus, who was the "Early Bird" to the group thing I tried. He was a good lay and on my to do again list. I talk to him off and on and he doesn't push. I pouted that he left out Greek in our little afternoon tour, he has promised to attack that with a vengeance when we meet again, so he's thinking again too.
He joked about whether I was gone by the time the intended occupant of the room got there. (He had gotten it for a salesman in town for a conference.) We discussed hostesses -so called- at some of these events...basically they are party girls hired to spice up cocktail hour but it is generally understood that they are also hookers and can, for a tip, be taken back to your room. I laughed that I am much to old to be taken for a 'hostess' but he assured me there is a specialty niche for all and he has seen women my age competantly working a room to wide interest...something to think about when there is an event. I flat out asked him if he could get me in convincingly if I was feeling that bold, and he assured me he could. More fun to think about than something I see myself doing for real..
Then there is Jim hovering in the background of it all. He set up the blog and sent me off on kinky adventures. He points out he only asked what ifs and I ran with a couple. He is faithful (mostly) to Wifey, and I won;t push that. We made out, it was fun. Love to again. Jim says he is a little worried I may come with kryptonite in my pocket next time.
Today I was teasing Derek at work again. He isn't really an 'actor' in my little kinky play, but someone asked about him in the context of him possibly be subbie as he seems to have an interest in my slutty heels. That got me thinking about him more than I should a SUBordinate (get it?) but I exaggerated my reasons for swinging a heel his direction and could have practically hypnotized him from his eyes locked on them. (Turquoise. Cute, kind of low kitten-heeled pumps...matched my bra and panties to them...sheer nude thigh highs, but he doesn't know that of course.) I even "straightened up my desk" while bending his direction he should have gotten an eyeful of cleavage, but he kept stealing glances below the knee so he is definitely not a boob man. Funny I usually attract guy that think my eyes are at nipple height. ~shrug~
I almost forgot Subway boy. I never knew his name I don;t think nor did I give him one. It was a one time thing, I wanted a slutty warm-up and he generously offered a cock to suck and that was about it. He had asked to reciprocate, but I wasn't looking to extend that, he hasn't persisted...I could see surprising him sometime, but honestly, blowing my husband in his office with his straight-laced secretary next door was hotter. Now if I can just get 'Prudence' on her knees helping me out...~kidding~ I mean I think the whole corrupting the innocent is hot, but no wife wants that kind of treat available to her hubby every workday, right?
I also have a little fun going with a highly suggestible submissive. He wasn't asking for it and I wasn't offering, but there was a little click. I will say no more here, but I think his story (past and future) is interesting, but he's not much of an exhibitionist.
Along the way I have collected interesting correspondence from various people about three-ways, girl-girl experiences, panty-fetishists, S&M, and various men yearning for wives to control them, cuck them or fuck them..all pretty interesting stuff. Keep them coming.
First and truly foremost, despite everything is my husband, alternately known as hubby, DH, and when I had to give him a name in Vegas, Alan...(middle name). I thought a lot about him this weekend in light of the very graphic display of fidelity under duress by the ever-chivalrous Jim.
I asked myself if Alan would be able to hold back from a near naked girl in his car. The answer I came up with is no, few men would or even want to try. Alan, though to his credit, wouldn't have put himself in the car, I don't think.
I wonder, still where he was going with that ad. He never followed through beyond a two vague, feeling him out emails with Jim. I don;t think he was trying to "catch me" because I havent really given him any cause to think I would stray..(well until recently). It was a little unclear what he saw of maybe some online flirtation, didn't sound like he was mad about that, more interested, so I think it was a fantasy of seeing me return to my slutty ways mostly for good 'bedtime stories'. I have told him all the old ones with a couple I withheld for various reasons.
Anyway, in general he is a good husband, looks fabulous in panties ~smirk~, and when I ratcheted up my kink, he was right there with me and it was fun. Like a renewal of sorts.
I have already decided as somebody wrote me that the Genie isn't going back in the bottle, but I was THINKING I was fairly sated, and would concentrate on my marriage a bit more..but you know I still have my toes circling in the pool. A Lot.
I have updated my Ashley-Madison profile after a conversation with a pen pal. He is an inch shorter than my 5'9" and we were talking about how hot it looks when you do see a shorter guy walking confidently with a taller woman in heels...I changed what I was looking for to 5'4" just to see what was out there...wow a lot more..and it sure seems that kinky is inversely proportional to height. (proud of the proportionality, Mr. Larsen?). Short guys had interesting profiles...In talking to my friend I said I would go out and fuck the shortest guy that messaged me. I don't know that I will actually do that exactly, but I am looking more broadly. Not opposed to an actual midget mind you, but doesn;t that smack of cheap exploitative porn? Come to think of it the voyeur at the 4th of July party was kind short, but young too. Not opposed to the whole age thing but the whole cougar / cub thing seems sort of contrived to me.
So anyway I have a few guys I am talking to from there, off and on...most messages there start with "I know you get a lot of messages...." and that's kind of true. I am over feeling like I have to respond to each and everyone, but they make a great place to 'shop' for a fantasy guy. I kind of put this guys attributes with that a one and his looks, and his grin and so on and build a guy for fantasy fodder. A few seem pretty fuckable in their own right. I like that you can ignore the rejects too. I put the rude guy out to pasture after a couple of insistant messages. Poof gone. The only one I have been with from there is Marcus, who was the "Early Bird" to the group thing I tried. He was a good lay and on my to do again list. I talk to him off and on and he doesn't push. I pouted that he left out Greek in our little afternoon tour, he has promised to attack that with a vengeance when we meet again, so he's thinking again too.
He joked about whether I was gone by the time the intended occupant of the room got there. (He had gotten it for a salesman in town for a conference.) We discussed hostesses -so called- at some of these events...basically they are party girls hired to spice up cocktail hour but it is generally understood that they are also hookers and can, for a tip, be taken back to your room. I laughed that I am much to old to be taken for a 'hostess' but he assured me there is a specialty niche for all and he has seen women my age competantly working a room to wide interest...something to think about when there is an event. I flat out asked him if he could get me in convincingly if I was feeling that bold, and he assured me he could. More fun to think about than something I see myself doing for real..
Then there is Jim hovering in the background of it all. He set up the blog and sent me off on kinky adventures. He points out he only asked what ifs and I ran with a couple. He is faithful (mostly) to Wifey, and I won;t push that. We made out, it was fun. Love to again. Jim says he is a little worried I may come with kryptonite in my pocket next time.
Today I was teasing Derek at work again. He isn't really an 'actor' in my little kinky play, but someone asked about him in the context of him possibly be subbie as he seems to have an interest in my slutty heels. That got me thinking about him more than I should a SUBordinate (get it?) but I exaggerated my reasons for swinging a heel his direction and could have practically hypnotized him from his eyes locked on them. (Turquoise. Cute, kind of low kitten-heeled pumps...matched my bra and panties to them...sheer nude thigh highs, but he doesn't know that of course.) I even "straightened up my desk" while bending his direction he should have gotten an eyeful of cleavage, but he kept stealing glances below the knee so he is definitely not a boob man. Funny I usually attract guy that think my eyes are at nipple height. ~shrug~
I almost forgot Subway boy. I never knew his name I don;t think nor did I give him one. It was a one time thing, I wanted a slutty warm-up and he generously offered a cock to suck and that was about it. He had asked to reciprocate, but I wasn't looking to extend that, he hasn't persisted...I could see surprising him sometime, but honestly, blowing my husband in his office with his straight-laced secretary next door was hotter. Now if I can just get 'Prudence' on her knees helping me out...~kidding~ I mean I think the whole corrupting the innocent is hot, but no wife wants that kind of treat available to her hubby every workday, right?
I also have a little fun going with a highly suggestible submissive. He wasn't asking for it and I wasn't offering, but there was a little click. I will say no more here, but I think his story (past and future) is interesting, but he's not much of an exhibitionist.
Along the way I have collected interesting correspondence from various people about three-ways, girl-girl experiences, panty-fetishists, S&M, and various men yearning for wives to control them, cuck them or fuck them..all pretty interesting stuff. Keep them coming.
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