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.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Wife-swapping.
Quite a while ago we briefly stopped by and visited with some neighbors The occasion was welcoming a new couple to the neighborhood that don't otherwise figure into this story....The host couple are a bit younger and cute as hell. They were out front on this big porch they have and had assorted neighbors over for cocktails..All very 60's suburbia feel to it.
Wifey 1 was talking to Hubby 2 while Wifey 2 was talking to the husband of Wifey 1. Wifey 2 was laughing in a pleasant lilt and doing that touching the forearm flirt. It looked like something to me, if not now, in the future.
I nudged my hubby and told him to go make out with Wifey #1 I mean I drew his attention to the scene and said to him...so, do you think they swap? He was monetarily puzzled, then took in the scene again....the wheels a turning..I could almost hear them squeak and his mind is pretty well oiled most of the time.
Big grin. "You never know about people do you?"
"Fun to think about." Says I.
I was thinking of this scene yesterday and brought it up to hubby as a way of bouncing my Craigslist couple off of him. I realized I had such things on the brain, but this seemed a good opportunity to play what if with him. So we re-hashed the possible matches there and what would be most interesting to happen into, say on a porch swing.
We decided that we both liked Wifey #1 better in all sorts of ways, and that we could take or leave Hubbies #1 or #2. Later we extended the what ifs to a discussion of what amounted to soft swap ideas. I couldn't use that term because I didn't want to sound to well reserched, but he agreed it would be hot to be in the same room while another couple was going at it. For fantasy purposes we agreed it would be hotter to see Wife 1 and hubby @ just because it would be naughtier.
I asked flat out, "If getting Wifey #1 all to ourselves came at a cost of loaning me to them for the evening first would you do it? '"In a heartbeat" he said followed by "Kidding!" He was so not.
*Oh and I did find a phone -that works- third try. (I need to put some money on my sneaky pre-paid visa so I can add minutes to my sneaky prepaid pone-on-a-chip) I called 'Jen' as I shall call her since she sounded on her voicemail like my friend Jennifer. I didn't leave a message, then afterward got paranoid that it is some elaborate ruse and 'Jen' is a friend or a paid actress or..or..ok that's silly...
I sent her an email telling her I chickened out and she swore she will be available all day to pickup next time. ~nervous~
Wifey 1 was talking to Hubby 2 while Wifey 2 was talking to the husband of Wifey 1. Wifey 2 was laughing in a pleasant lilt and doing that touching the forearm flirt. It looked like something to me, if not now, in the future.
I nudged my hubby and
Big grin. "You never know about people do you?"
"Fun to think about." Says I.
I was thinking of this scene yesterday and brought it up to hubby as a way of bouncing my Craigslist couple off of him. I realized I had such things on the brain, but this seemed a good opportunity to play what if with him. So we re-hashed the possible matches there and what would be most interesting to happen into, say on a porch swing.
We decided that we both liked Wifey #1 better in all sorts of ways, and that we could take or leave Hubbies #1 or #2. Later we extended the what ifs to a discussion of what amounted to soft swap ideas. I couldn't use that term because I didn't want to sound to well reserched, but he agreed it would be hot to be in the same room while another couple was going at it. For fantasy purposes we agreed it would be hotter to see Wife 1 and hubby @ just because it would be naughtier.
I asked flat out, "If getting Wifey #1 all to ourselves came at a cost of loaning me to them for the evening first would you do it? '"In a heartbeat" he said followed by "Kidding!" He was so not.
*Oh and I did find a phone -that works- third try. (I need to put some money on my sneaky pre-paid visa so I can add minutes to my sneaky prepaid pone-on-a-chip) I called 'Jen' as I shall call her since she sounded on her voicemail like my friend Jennifer. I didn't leave a message, then afterward got paranoid that it is some elaborate ruse and 'Jen' is a friend or a paid actress or..or..ok that's silly...
I sent her an email telling her I chickened out and she swore she will be available all day to pickup next time. ~nervous~
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Update: Craigsnibbles.
I already got responses from all three couples looking for a single woman. (I can play one of those in a pinch.) None of them seem legit to me. Two are asking for pictures, one of which flat out says so he can tell if I am his girlfriend's 'type'. At least he generously allows that I don't 'have' to be nude in the picture, just wear something kinda revealing he says. Pass. How does he know what his girlfriend is going to respond to? The third is asking about my experience level in a threesome and I think he'd like me to tell him a tale. Buy a penthouse forum, or read my blog.
The Couple for Couple though shows promise. The ad had a sense of humor, and it came through in their (her?) response. She mentioned that they had frustrations looking for a single girl, but that he is not just Ok with but somewhat cautiously encouraging of her branching out with a couple. Pretty generous offer I think. Basically no obligation to service him, but she is allowed to help me out with 'my fella' if that helps seal the deal on my end. No pressure. Didn't ask for a picture or anything beyond the brief description I gave in my response. Left a phone number, "In case you want to chat about this." Nice (and clever) way of saying she would like to voice verify. This by the way is a good way to weed out the dudes who may or may not have a willing girl to add to the mix. Hmmm do they still make payphones? Looks around....
The Couple for Couple though shows promise. The ad had a sense of humor, and it came through in their (her?) response. She mentioned that they had frustrations looking for a single girl, but that he is not just Ok with but somewhat cautiously encouraging of her branching out with a couple. Pretty generous offer I think. Basically no obligation to service him, but she is allowed to help me out with 'my fella' if that helps seal the deal on my end. No pressure. Didn't ask for a picture or anything beyond the brief description I gave in my response. Left a phone number, "In case you want to chat about this." Nice (and clever) way of saying she would like to voice verify. This by the way is a good way to weed out the dudes who may or may not have a willing girl to add to the mix. Hmmm do they still make payphones? Looks around....
Craigslist....I was reading couple of posts the other day...
One on The Beautiful Kind's Blog about her experiences in the adult services section she aptly titled I Was a Craigslist Whore. The other was on the lovely M & K's Bedroom Blog titled Craigslist: The Others where they give a glimpse of the general types of fruitcakes one finds there.
On The Beautiful Kind's post I realized again all the many things I did wrong when I briefly strolled the corner of Craigslist. Turns out I was advertising in the casual encounters where most are suspected of being prostitutes, but actual prostitution is discouraged. They used to have a corner for that sort of thing under adult services but that was recently closed down after the newspaper industry that used to survive on such ads blackmailed Craig into shutting it down.
In my case I got no responses. Which was weird since when (rarely) I placed Craigslist ads in the past the two most common questions were, "Are you hooker -usually phrased more politely" and "Are you real?" No one ever thought to ask if I was a real hooker apparently.
M and K's reminded me of the few tentative replys I have made to couples where it has been painfully apparent that only the male half of the 'couple' (if he is even in a couple) is the only one involved in seeking out a three-way. I did see one honest ad where a dude was looking for a girl to help him find a second girl. Creative anyway.
So I trudged back in (strictly in the interest of journalism you know, it's dead at the newspapers).
I answered a few ads in the MW4W category and I answered one in the MW4MW even though I am in fact in a couple, perhaps a couple of couples come to that, I am not planning on dragging a partner or hubby to an orgy. But fun to think about. note: I chose Chicago for illustrative purposes, this is not to infer I am there or even nearby, or for that matter not there.
The one in couples for couples was pretty interesting. It brings into discussion here a term 'unicorn' that in Craigslist parlance is the ultimate find for a couple seeking a girl for a threesome. The ever elusive girl that not only wants to be in a girl-girl situation, is not only OK with the lucky dude watching, no she even will let him participate. Personally I would love to be that girl. I would be a little nervous about it..I don't want to fuck up anyone's relationship while I fuck them together, consecutively or simultaneously. But the possibilities are more than interesting.
The ad that caught my eye was one I had seen similar ads to in the past. Basically a couple give up on finding the unicorn, have a discussion and decide to loan the girl out to another couple provided said couple returns the favor, the girl and their girl.
I just browsed those Chicago ads looking for a similar deal but no luck..too many to look through. If you are in Chicago, though holy moly lotsa possibilities!
So I answered the couple looking for a couple be interesting to see how that conversation goes. Not sure how to go about exploring the what-ifs without looking like a craigslist flake myself. Which I am sort of. I always liked reading them long before I had any idea I was in fact, "that kinda wife."
Oh by the way for the un-tested without battle scars of wading through Craigslist responses, do NOT use either an email address that gives an indication of who you are, or for that matter that you mind having spammed. You will get spam galore depending on how well you read between the lines of the spammers posts.
On The Beautiful Kind's post I realized again all the many things I did wrong when I briefly strolled the corner of Craigslist. Turns out I was advertising in the casual encounters where most are suspected of being prostitutes, but actual prostitution is discouraged. They used to have a corner for that sort of thing under adult services but that was recently closed down after the newspaper industry that used to survive on such ads blackmailed Craig into shutting it down.
In my case I got no responses. Which was weird since when (rarely) I placed Craigslist ads in the past the two most common questions were, "Are you hooker -usually phrased more politely" and "Are you real?" No one ever thought to ask if I was a real hooker apparently.
M and K's reminded me of the few tentative replys I have made to couples where it has been painfully apparent that only the male half of the 'couple' (if he is even in a couple) is the only one involved in seeking out a three-way. I did see one honest ad where a dude was looking for a girl to help him find a second girl. Creative anyway.
So I trudged back in (strictly in the interest of journalism you know, it's dead at the newspapers).
I answered a few ads in the MW4W category and I answered one in the MW4MW even though I am in fact in a couple, perhaps a couple of couples come to that, I am not planning on dragging a partner or hubby to an orgy. But fun to think about. note: I chose Chicago for illustrative purposes, this is not to infer I am there or even nearby, or for that matter not there.
The one in couples for couples was pretty interesting. It brings into discussion here a term 'unicorn' that in Craigslist parlance is the ultimate find for a couple seeking a girl for a threesome. The ever elusive girl that not only wants to be in a girl-girl situation, is not only OK with the lucky dude watching, no she even will let him participate. Personally I would love to be that girl. I would be a little nervous about it..I don't want to fuck up anyone's relationship while I fuck them together, consecutively or simultaneously. But the possibilities are more than interesting.
The ad that caught my eye was one I had seen similar ads to in the past. Basically a couple give up on finding the unicorn, have a discussion and decide to loan the girl out to another couple provided said couple returns the favor, the girl and their girl.
I just browsed those Chicago ads looking for a similar deal but no luck..too many to look through. If you are in Chicago, though holy moly lotsa possibilities!
So I answered the couple looking for a couple be interesting to see how that conversation goes. Not sure how to go about exploring the what-ifs without looking like a craigslist flake myself. Which I am sort of. I always liked reading them long before I had any idea I was in fact, "that kinda wife."
Oh by the way for the un-tested without battle scars of wading through Craigslist responses, do NOT use either an email address that gives an indication of who you are, or for that matter that you mind having spammed. You will get spam galore depending on how well you read between the lines of the spammers posts.
Friday, September 24, 2010
It's not slutty...
...if you are doing your husband, right?
Even if he was third in line? For the day?
You know, now that I think about it...this continuation of a day of slutty excess occurred after midnight in our timezone, so therefore he had his very own day. Pshew! ~released~ I feel much more virtuous!
I believe the cliff-hanger at lunchtime left you (well him) with me stroking his cock with my folds through a couple of layers of undershorts. I left mine on. Satiny pink ones and no NOT a pair I had worn on either 'date' Why would you think that you pervs! ~just kidding~ I guess color was inconsequential as the lights were off, but his rigid member seemed to enjoy the texture of that as I alternated gliding softly to grinding down hard. I could easily have brought him off that way in short (no pun) order, but I felt I owed him a bit more.
I was still as I said irrational concerned (and knew it was irrational at the time) about being noticeably used. In situations like that I kinda wish he DID know and approve of my activities. Not that that is out of the realm of the possible since he does have tendencies like an actual cuckold as far as I can see and has been enthusiastic about past stories and recent 'fables'.
I've read hot wife experiences from the cuck's perspective where he reports differing sensations. I believe he experiences that but I think it isn;t a matter of knowing to expect it, but rather expecting it causes the perception. There may be a demonstrable 'readiness' on her part because she has had a warm-up, knows he knows, and all the kinky-hot goodness that must go along with that.
My concern is where that would lead and that ain't a genie that will wiggle her cute little haram-pant clad behind and poof back in her bottle, methinks. I think a little light experimental swinging might be the way to ease into a trial, but out and out, 'I'm off on a date, hon!" has got to be fraught with peril of all sorts on all sides.(Not that infidelity is not inheritable treacherous ~pun intended~
Where was I?
I yes, slip sliding away. Kinda for real..I was w-e-t. Noticeably so...I have no idea if the soaking the gusset of my drawers was getting had an pre=ejaculate contributions on it because my side was drenched.
I slid down to a so=called subservient position. Prostrating myself before his cock. I find it a powerful position myself, him lying still...that 'don;t stop'look in his eyes. Missed this time in the dark...but my eyes were adjusting.
His cock smelled lightly fragrant of my sex. A clean fresh version. He has commented in the past that when I am really. really aroused that I taste more neutral. seemed to be so now.
Plunging my mouth on him I could taste myself. I have either by myself or sometimes for dramatic effect with a partner sampled myself on fingertip. I like my taste, but somehow with the addition of the fragrances and texture and slightly slightly background note of cock it is even better.
~giggle~ That sounded like a clip from my sister's 'foodie' blog. I read hers and learn things about blogging from her but hell no she doesn't read mine. I hope. I have a really inept fledgling blog she is helping me with so I can ask her questions about html and such without her wondering why. And no you can't have the link. And no she isn't single. And further, no she doesn't cheat. So far as I know, and I think she'd mention but on the other hand I don;t even hint..hmmm...geez sorry I was telling a story here.
So what would have been a slightly guilty, maybe a little dutiful make-it-up-to-you fellatio session, took a turn for the kinky.
I don't think I was just reinforcing my alibi. It was as I remember it now a willful bit of kink that I really enjoyed telling.
:"Close your eyes." I told him..silly because it was dark. But I'm sure he complied. I figure he could make out my form and movements in the dark and he may have peeked but that would have spoiled nothing as the image I was intending was for his imagination and I have confidence his is sufficiently technicolor.
I went on to describe what Diana had worn, making it in the telling shorter, tighter and much more plunging than it was. I described the open-mouthed unashamed ogling that she got as a result. That part wasn't altogether a fabrication. Hubby loyally suggested her enhanced version was an inferior version of my own natural genetically driven robustness. (HA! spellchecker doesn't like bustyness but this suggestion I like...yeah that's me ro-bust! Would fembots be robo-busts?)) I thanked him for the compliment but persisted. He knows I have seen and felt them back when she had first recovered from her surgery and was eager to show them off. I lied a bit and told him that I have felt them again since and that both in form and feel they have really settled in to a rather pleasing shape. They really do look great she works out a bit and has sculpted her chest into something pretty amazing.
"Imagine you were awakened by giggling whispers. As you called out to me, I just told you to shhh! and close your eyes. You would peek of course and see her beautiful breasts for yourself as I helped her out of her clothes and directed her to our bed...."
I stopped the tale and gave him a few strokes of my mouth, hitting all the right sensitive spots. I pulled off but continued to slather his cock with licks and nuzzles and kisses, in between continuing: my tale:
"Doesn't she have the most fuckable lips?" I pursued.
"Yes." he nearly gasped. No protests at this point..
"Tell her."
Sensing his confusion I explained...."Diana is sucking your cock right now...tell her what a good job she is doing.."
"Oh, that feels so good..' He tested...
"Say her name....I want to hear you say her name..."
"Oh, you suck me so well, Diana.'
I gave his balls a friendly 'good boy' squeeze....that almost pushed him over I had to back off a bit in pace and intensity.
'Yeah, baby....tell her what a good little cock-slut she is..."
He did an excellent job..I tried not to be miffed at the verbal kink I had unleashed. He was willing once bidden to be a little more 'out there' in the choice of words than I think he would dare in characterizing his ever-virtuous wifey. He was enthusiastic as requested and at the point it turned into more of a face fucking I was only able to respond in gurgles..it was hot.
He delighted in calling her a 'slutty little cock-sucker'. A 'horny little nymphomaniac' and various demands that included 'slut not pejoratively but rather as a title. It was hot to hear. At another more opportune time I shall specify that he may and should think of me in such terms whilst inflagrante some other time. Then was not the time to turn off the spigot with second thoughts on his part.
My favorite (while I was doing exactly that..) was when he said "Rim that ass, slut!" I almost laughed..I had no idea he knew the term...I mean why wouldn't he...All he had to do was Google "My wife licks my ass" to get this result...if his personal list of porn doesn't already have examples of such..:)
He came in buckets in "Diana's" mouth not on her tits as I had expected, but perhaps another time..~grin~
Even if he was third in line? For the day?
You know, now that I think about it...this continuation of a day of slutty excess occurred after midnight in our timezone, so therefore he had his very own day. Pshew! ~released~ I feel much more virtuous!
I believe the cliff-hanger at lunchtime left you (well him) with me stroking his cock with my folds through a couple of layers of undershorts. I left mine on. Satiny pink ones and no NOT a pair I had worn on either 'date' Why would you think that you pervs! ~just kidding~ I guess color was inconsequential as the lights were off, but his rigid member seemed to enjoy the texture of that as I alternated gliding softly to grinding down hard. I could easily have brought him off that way in short (no pun) order, but I felt I owed him a bit more.
I was still as I said irrational concerned (and knew it was irrational at the time) about being noticeably used. In situations like that I kinda wish he DID know and approve of my activities. Not that that is out of the realm of the possible since he does have tendencies like an actual cuckold as far as I can see and has been enthusiastic about past stories and recent 'fables'.
I've read hot wife experiences from the cuck's perspective where he reports differing sensations. I believe he experiences that but I think it isn;t a matter of knowing to expect it, but rather expecting it causes the perception. There may be a demonstrable 'readiness' on her part because she has had a warm-up, knows he knows, and all the kinky-hot goodness that must go along with that.
My concern is where that would lead and that ain't a genie that will wiggle her cute little haram-pant clad behind and poof back in her bottle, methinks. I think a little light experimental swinging might be the way to ease into a trial, but out and out, 'I'm off on a date, hon!" has got to be fraught with peril of all sorts on all sides.(Not that infidelity is not inheritable treacherous ~pun intended~
Where was I?
I yes, slip sliding away. Kinda for real..I was w-e-t. Noticeably so...I have no idea if the soaking the gusset of my drawers was getting had an pre=ejaculate contributions on it because my side was drenched.
I slid down to a so=called subservient position. Prostrating myself before his cock. I find it a powerful position myself, him lying still...that 'don;t stop'look in his eyes. Missed this time in the dark...but my eyes were adjusting.
His cock smelled lightly fragrant of my sex. A clean fresh version. He has commented in the past that when I am really. really aroused that I taste more neutral. seemed to be so now.
Plunging my mouth on him I could taste myself. I have either by myself or sometimes for dramatic effect with a partner sampled myself on fingertip. I like my taste, but somehow with the addition of the fragrances and texture and slightly slightly background note of cock it is even better.
~giggle~ That sounded like a clip from my sister's 'foodie' blog. I read hers and learn things about blogging from her but hell no she doesn't read mine. I hope. I have a really inept fledgling blog she is helping me with so I can ask her questions about html and such without her wondering why. And no you can't have the link. And no she isn't single. And further, no she doesn't cheat. So far as I know, and I think she'd mention but on the other hand I don;t even hint..hmmm...geez sorry I was telling a story here.
So what would have been a slightly guilty, maybe a little dutiful make-it-up-to-you fellatio session, took a turn for the kinky.
I don't think I was just reinforcing my alibi. It was as I remember it now a willful bit of kink that I really enjoyed telling.
:"Close your eyes." I told him..silly because it was dark. But I'm sure he complied. I figure he could make out my form and movements in the dark and he may have peeked but that would have spoiled nothing as the image I was intending was for his imagination and I have confidence his is sufficiently technicolor.
I went on to describe what Diana had worn, making it in the telling shorter, tighter and much more plunging than it was. I described the open-mouthed unashamed ogling that she got as a result. That part wasn't altogether a fabrication. Hubby loyally suggested her enhanced version was an inferior version of my own natural genetically driven robustness. (HA! spellchecker doesn't like bustyness but this suggestion I like...yeah that's me ro-bust! Would fembots be robo-busts?)) I thanked him for the compliment but persisted. He knows I have seen and felt them back when she had first recovered from her surgery and was eager to show them off. I lied a bit and told him that I have felt them again since and that both in form and feel they have really settled in to a rather pleasing shape. They really do look great she works out a bit and has sculpted her chest into something pretty amazing.
"Imagine you were awakened by giggling whispers. As you called out to me, I just told you to shhh! and close your eyes. You would peek of course and see her beautiful breasts for yourself as I helped her out of her clothes and directed her to our bed...."
I stopped the tale and gave him a few strokes of my mouth, hitting all the right sensitive spots. I pulled off but continued to slather his cock with licks and nuzzles and kisses, in between continuing: my tale:
"Doesn't she have the most fuckable lips?" I pursued.
"Yes." he nearly gasped. No protests at this point..
"Tell her."
Sensing his confusion I explained...."Diana is sucking your cock right now...tell her what a good job she is doing.."
"Oh, that feels so good..' He tested...
"Say her name....I want to hear you say her name..."
"Oh, you suck me so well, Diana.'
I gave his balls a friendly 'good boy' squeeze....that almost pushed him over I had to back off a bit in pace and intensity.
'Yeah, baby....tell her what a good little cock-slut she is..."
He did an excellent job..I tried not to be miffed at the verbal kink I had unleashed. He was willing once bidden to be a little more 'out there' in the choice of words than I think he would dare in characterizing his ever-virtuous wifey. He was enthusiastic as requested and at the point it turned into more of a face fucking I was only able to respond in gurgles..it was hot.
He delighted in calling her a 'slutty little cock-sucker'. A 'horny little nymphomaniac' and various demands that included 'slut not pejoratively but rather as a title. It was hot to hear. At another more opportune time I shall specify that he may and should think of me in such terms whilst inflagrante some other time. Then was not the time to turn off the spigot with second thoughts on his part.
My favorite (while I was doing exactly that..) was when he said "Rim that ass, slut!" I almost laughed..I had no idea he knew the term...I mean why wouldn't he...All he had to do was Google "My wife licks my ass" to get this result...if his personal list of porn doesn't already have examples of such..:)
He came in buckets in "Diana's" mouth not on her tits as I had expected, but perhaps another time..~grin~
Trust me?
..Mark asked looking me in the eyes in the mirror. He was standing behind me I had already shed the skirt with a quick unzip, a slither and stepped out of it. He was futzing with my buttons on my blouse and then had it on the floor too. I stood all in black, from my lacy bra to my slutty heels.
"Of course." I smiled....
"Touch yourself." he watched intently as I complied. Interesting both watching myself in the mirror and him and his reactions over my shoulder in the same view. He kissed my neck, then stoked it with his fingertips, tracing my pulse. Kinda vampire-like. I wondered if he was going to take a nibble and thought ahead to my hickey remedies of days past....
Seeming to find the pulse, he applied pressure. I stopped what I was doing and then restarted when he told me to continue. I hadn't meant to just was distracted with what he was doing. I felt the vein (artery?) on that side pressure a little, then he brought another hand from around the back of my neck to the other side. He wasn't choking me, his hands were around the back of my neck instead of the front. He cut off the blood supply.
It felt really weird. A little light headed and dangerous. Probably is.
I felt I was getting close to orgasm about when I perceived some graying of my vision...am I going to pass out? I wondered almost idly....
"That's it, June, come for me!" Like magic I did. right then. Either because I was about to or because his rasping insistence pushed me over the edge. He released his grip at that moment and blood flooded into my starved brain...head rush and an orgasm combined. He had to catch me...it was intense...
Later comparing notes he said his favorite moment was when I was riding him facing him and pulled his hands to my neck and pleading with him,,"Choke me." I don't remember doing that but quite a bit of it was hedonistic blur. I remember hungrily sucking him off insistently completing it when he started to pull my head up for a break.
I stayed out far longer than I should have as did he. His alibi was good till 10:30. Mine open ended but subject to a visit possibly. I did check in with Diana at about 10:00 when we thought we were winding up. No visit from hubby, although she ended up at the same bar he knew about, no message on my phone...I slithered into bed at nearly midnight. Hubby mumbled something about 'good time?' I just smiled ear-to-ear n the dark and said, "Oh yeah."
I settled in to what I figured be some pretty erotic dreams maybe twinged with a little guilt. I was enjoying the satisfactory, well ridden feeling and the tittilating thrill of having gotten away with it. Again.
I heard hubby stir a bit..then realized he was groping my direction.... he fumbled the covers down a bit, my nightshirt up and was being pretty gentle with my nipples. I hadn't realized until then how rough Mark must have been on them because it grated a bit..they were tender! I bit my lip a bit, knowing that his touch didn;t warrant a strong reaction, but I was reacting. It wasn't painful, just tender but in a good way...I was wet instantly as the flood of images rushed back....suddenly I had an irrational thought.
I worried that he would be able to 'tell' that I had had quite a bit of activity recently. I have heard comments and read things suggesting a well used cunt would in fact feel noticeably, well used. I don;t find that to be the case for me, and really do not objectively believe it is true for any woman except perhaps in pretty extreme cases. I mean if you haven't done actual damage everything down there is pretty elastic it has to be, or else childbirth would be a bigger bitch than it is.
Having said that I was still worried. I was glad the lights were off..I worried I would show some sort of reaction or this ridiculous worry on my face. I headed him off before he rolled on top by rolling onto him..He objected not at all as I rubbed my crotch against him humping like a teenager.
hmmm...maybe we are headed to another post...to be continued...
"Of course." I smiled....
"Touch yourself." he watched intently as I complied. Interesting both watching myself in the mirror and him and his reactions over my shoulder in the same view. He kissed my neck, then stoked it with his fingertips, tracing my pulse. Kinda vampire-like. I wondered if he was going to take a nibble and thought ahead to my hickey remedies of days past....
Seeming to find the pulse, he applied pressure. I stopped what I was doing and then restarted when he told me to continue. I hadn't meant to just was distracted with what he was doing. I felt the vein (artery?) on that side pressure a little, then he brought another hand from around the back of my neck to the other side. He wasn't choking me, his hands were around the back of my neck instead of the front. He cut off the blood supply.
It felt really weird. A little light headed and dangerous. Probably is.
I felt I was getting close to orgasm about when I perceived some graying of my vision...am I going to pass out? I wondered almost idly....
"That's it, June, come for me!" Like magic I did. right then. Either because I was about to or because his rasping insistence pushed me over the edge. He released his grip at that moment and blood flooded into my starved brain...head rush and an orgasm combined. He had to catch me...it was intense...
Later comparing notes he said his favorite moment was when I was riding him facing him and pulled his hands to my neck and pleading with him,,"Choke me." I don't remember doing that but quite a bit of it was hedonistic blur. I remember hungrily sucking him off insistently completing it when he started to pull my head up for a break.
I stayed out far longer than I should have as did he. His alibi was good till 10:30. Mine open ended but subject to a visit possibly. I did check in with Diana at about 10:00 when we thought we were winding up. No visit from hubby, although she ended up at the same bar he knew about, no message on my phone...I slithered into bed at nearly midnight. Hubby mumbled something about 'good time?' I just smiled ear-to-ear n the dark and said, "Oh yeah."
I settled in to what I figured be some pretty erotic dreams maybe twinged with a little guilt. I was enjoying the satisfactory, well ridden feeling and the tittilating thrill of having gotten away with it. Again.
I heard hubby stir a bit..then realized he was groping my direction.... he fumbled the covers down a bit, my nightshirt up and was being pretty gentle with my nipples. I hadn't realized until then how rough Mark must have been on them because it grated a bit..they were tender! I bit my lip a bit, knowing that his touch didn;t warrant a strong reaction, but I was reacting. It wasn't painful, just tender but in a good way...I was wet instantly as the flood of images rushed back....suddenly I had an irrational thought.
I worried that he would be able to 'tell' that I had had quite a bit of activity recently. I have heard comments and read things suggesting a well used cunt would in fact feel noticeably, well used. I don;t find that to be the case for me, and really do not objectively believe it is true for any woman except perhaps in pretty extreme cases. I mean if you haven't done actual damage everything down there is pretty elastic it has to be, or else childbirth would be a bigger bitch than it is.
Having said that I was still worried. I was glad the lights were off..I worried I would show some sort of reaction or this ridiculous worry on my face. I headed him off before he rolled on top by rolling onto him..He objected not at all as I rubbed my crotch against him humping like a teenager.
hmmm...maybe we are headed to another post...to be continued...
Dressing for Mark...
In front of Gabe...as I straightened myself out after our little tryst was pretty interesting.
The time with Gabe was nice, almost like a couple settling into a groove. Not a rut as of yet. Gabe doesn't seem particularly adventurous but on the other hand I haven't given him any indication of wanting anything particularly kinky.
He had expressed no specific fetish-y interest in underthings, given the choice he says he prefers nekkid, mostly. He admits though its fun to fuck about unwrapping at times.
So I had worn a pair of black panties with a bit of lace trim that actually was part of the set that went with the bra. I had gone sans stockings and had a garter belt in my bag under my other stuff including a skirt that tends not to wrinkle and that hits not too far above the knee.
I had brought my usual bath soap in a trial bottle so I didn't have any tell-tale hotel soapy smells later. I decided to use the shower in the apartment too. I carefully dried the glass on the shower and made sure I hadn't left anything in the drain. Hotel de trespassers even had fluffy towels and a shower cap.
I remembered Derek noticing the red shoes that time I forgot to switch back so I decided to put on my ultra-sheer black stockings for the return trip. This necessitated digging out the garterbelt. Gabe had already done the linen exchange and watched fascinated as I clipped on the stockings.
He said, "I didn't know anyone still uses those kind of stockings anymore....I have only seen them in movies!"
"Well aren't I the glamor queen." I smiled. "I've got plans tonight that suggest a more theatrical look."
"Interesting." Gabe says but wisely didn't pursue that.
The fact that in writing this up the sex wasn't really noteworthy doesn't mean it wasn't worth doing. I did enjoy it. Missionary again, but I kind of like it. Gabe has a way of looking expectantly at you seeming to glory in my orgasm, so that is actually quite nice.
It's also possible that in writing this up a day later, I am a bit dazzled with the kinky memory of Mark's darker approach to our little tryst. That's the next post.
Oh, and btw, naturally Derek noticed as expected..."Stockings!' he said with a grin. I told him "Yeah I have plans tonight and want to look nice." I motioned him over to the desk and pulled out the other skirt. "This one will show off a little more leg tonight." He approved.
The time with Gabe was nice, almost like a couple settling into a groove. Not a rut as of yet. Gabe doesn't seem particularly adventurous but on the other hand I haven't given him any indication of wanting anything particularly kinky.
He had expressed no specific fetish-y interest in underthings, given the choice he says he prefers nekkid, mostly. He admits though its fun to fuck about unwrapping at times.
So I had worn a pair of black panties with a bit of lace trim that actually was part of the set that went with the bra. I had gone sans stockings and had a garter belt in my bag under my other stuff including a skirt that tends not to wrinkle and that hits not too far above the knee.
I had brought my usual bath soap in a trial bottle so I didn't have any tell-tale hotel soapy smells later. I decided to use the shower in the apartment too. I carefully dried the glass on the shower and made sure I hadn't left anything in the drain. Hotel de trespassers even had fluffy towels and a shower cap.
I remembered Derek noticing the red shoes that time I forgot to switch back so I decided to put on my ultra-sheer black stockings for the return trip. This necessitated digging out the garterbelt. Gabe had already done the linen exchange and watched fascinated as I clipped on the stockings.
He said, "I didn't know anyone still uses those kind of stockings anymore....I have only seen them in movies!"
"Well aren't I the glamor queen." I smiled. "I've got plans tonight that suggest a more theatrical look."
"Interesting." Gabe says but wisely didn't pursue that.
The fact that in writing this up the sex wasn't really noteworthy doesn't mean it wasn't worth doing. I did enjoy it. Missionary again, but I kind of like it. Gabe has a way of looking expectantly at you seeming to glory in my orgasm, so that is actually quite nice.
It's also possible that in writing this up a day later, I am a bit dazzled with the kinky memory of Mark's darker approach to our little tryst. That's the next post.
Oh, and btw, naturally Derek noticed as expected..."Stockings!' he said with a grin. I told him "Yeah I have plans tonight and want to look nice." I motioned him over to the desk and pulled out the other skirt. "This one will show off a little more leg tonight." He approved.
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