I wonder if he knew? (her)
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Posted:Apr 26, 2014 6:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2014 7:01 am
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My husband is coy. He’s an intelligent man. He notices things. He notices if something is out of place or if something has been moved. And it’s more than just the remote.. He notices a lot.
When he got home last night I was in my robe still watching TV. I didn’t bother to change or even shower after sex. What was the point, right? I have nothing to hide..
He put his things down on the counter and came back into the living room where I was at. He kissed me and commented on my robe, and asked why I was wearing it. He even went as far as to reach up it. I think he was surprised. Normally, being naked is something I don’t do at 5 o’clock in the afternoon. I asked him if he wanted me, and he did. I didn’t want sex from him, and he doesn’t ask anymore. I wanted his tongue and he took care of me right there! It was very pleasurable and a perfect cap to the day!!
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Afternoon delight (her)
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Posted:Apr 25, 2014 3:44 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 10:43 am
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I am basking in the afterglow, sitting here in my bathrobe enjoying the delight of sex. It’s the greatest isn’t right? It feels so right, so pleasurable, and so satisfying... But is it sex, or fucking?? Sometimes it’s tough to decipher between the two. Either way, I had both today...
I took the afternoon off. I snuck away from work. I spent my afternoon having sex with him. Gosh, can the weekend start out any better? I'm tired, content, and peaceful. I feel great, and have this perm-a-smile going.
I’m not changing the sheets. I don’t need to.
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Secrets can be good (her)
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Posted:Apr 21, 2014 3:26 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2014 6:48 am
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The best kind of secrets is one’s your spouse is okay with, right?
I have been keeping a secret since Friday. But still, my husband knows nothing of Phil and I meeting. I know, we didn’t have sex, but we might as well have. I think sucking his cock counts as much, doesn’t it?! I think so.
Our Easter was good. And even though being surrounded by family and friends every time I was with my husband it brought back memories for me. Not those memories, but the front seat kind a couple days earlier. I think my triggers were he and I holding hands and kissing…
I find it so enticing keeping this. I mean, I feel so spunky in a teenage sort of way. I feel young, inspired, and horny! Having sex with Phil is always exciting. But having him all to myself, whenever I want is something that makes me tingle.
Then I started thinking about several conversations my husband and I had over the years. He would always mention the term “a wife with sexual freedom.” I guess you never really understand that until you try it. I think you have to understand the concept and reality of having a lover with your husband before having one without him. But having that freedom to have sex whenever I want, without my husband, is something exciting me. And honestly right now, I enjoy sex more with Phil without my husband. That might have to be another post all in itself I think..
Speaking of my husband, we had sex yesterday after everyone left. No actual sex, but our sex. I love watching him masturbate, or guys in general masturbate. He and I have watched men cam on this site before and it was so exciting to me. I love the discretion in camming. The anonymous hands tight around their cocks! It’s one of my major turn ons!
Anyway he was lying next to me. We were kissing and touching as I “fantasized” about sucking Phil’s cock. He still had no idea the mouth he was kissing sucked that same cock we were both thinking about! As he got off he came on my boobs. I love it when he comes there. I enjoy watching him lick them afterwards.
Even as we fantasized about it I resisted the urge to tell him. I want to keep this secret, and add a few more..
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I didn’t plan it (her)
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Posted:Apr 18, 2014 4:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2014 11:21 am
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I would be lying if having sex with Phil hasn’t been on my mind. Honestly I was thinking about it last night as my husband and I cuddled. I like it when he holds me tight like that. I feel safe and secure. I never mentioned my urges to my husband, and he never knew. I never acted on it with him. Outside of my fulfilled intimacy, I needed sex. Not from my husband though.
Today I took lunch. I almost never take a lunch. I had lunch with Phil at this nice little Bistro downtown. We have been talking about it forever. I never acted on it until today. I acted for a few reasons. I wanted to see him and kiss him, and spend some time just being around him. And, the food is really good there. They have excellent sandwiches and homemade soup.
I arrived early and was working on my lap top when he walked in. He looked handsome in his slacks and dress shirt. We kissed. It was deep and rich. He is such a good kisser. That was one of the first things I drew too when we met for the first time. We ordered lunch and talked. It was great to see him. His chair was next to mine. He kept touching my legs and going up my skirt. We sat off to the side so it wasn't noticeable. I was horny and I could feel myself tingling. I was wet. I told him that too. He kissed me right there, in public again, around the people in the café. It felt daring.
After lunch he walked me to my car. We kissed again. I wanted to fuck him right there as he held me tight. I could feel his cock pressing against me through his slacks. I touched it, and he kissed me even harder.
I ended up sucking his cock inside my car. He came pretty fast, and he wasn’t the only one, as he had my skirt pulled up. He was using his fingers on me. He definitely knows how to touch me causing that ripple effect of pleasure.
Afterwards, my head was spinning, but in a good way.
I’m taking the rest of the day off. I’ll work from home. I’ll be able to concentrate now.
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Good bye for now
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Posted:Apr 15, 2014 11:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2014 6:15 am
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No, not us.
Just me.
Let me explain.
Last night my wife and I had dinner together. It was great, something spontaneous and out of the blue. She called after getting off work a little early and suggested we meet.
We had Chinese.
I had a craving for BBQ pork.
It was very good, especially with that hot mustard.
It satisfied my cravings, I’ll tell you that.
I never thought blogging would be her thing. She liked her couple of posts and the readers who commented on her writings.
I think it’s safe to say she has the bug.
You know that excitement of something new.
I can remember when I started blogging, I posted all the time. I had so much to say.
It turns out; she does too, from her side and her perspective, and especially with this new avenue we’re taking.
“Is this really what you want?” She asked, referring to her and Phil.
It is.
It’s hard to put it into words sometimes.
I get off on the mental aspect of it.
I suppose if there was deception involved it wouldn’t be good, but there’s not, and I find that exciting and stimulating.
We both do.
There certainly is something about honestly and sexuality.
As we ate she asked if I would be willing to give the blog up, for a short time.
“Why?” I asked?
“I just need some time to get use to this,” she replied.
When we started years ago my wife liked fucking alone. One reason was it gave her an opportunity to adjust and deal with emotions and move along at her pace.
This is no exception, and again, an opportunity for her to explore and dabble in her sexual freedom.
“I want to get use to doing it, use to the idea of seeing him alone without you. I don’t know that I want you knowing right off what’s going on anyway,” she said.
She expressed the desire to write about it. To wade through the waters and emotions through words, which eventually I’ll read.
She wants to express feelings and fears, excitement and satisfaction.
For me I am excited and nervous.
Perhaps anxious would be a better word.
This has been in the works for awhile. And the idea was hers.
We tossed around different concepts, ideas and theories. She wants me aware of her sex. She has always wanted that.
This way, I will, over time, as she works through the newness.
I know she will enjoy herself, and the naturalness of her and Phil alone together will take its course, sooner, rather than later, I believe.
But for the time being I will miss all of you.
My fingers will enjoy the rest.
I will miss the correspondence, the comments, and the interests we share.
I don’t foresee my absence long.
But, my wife’s additions to this perhaps will tell a different side and give our readers something more than I can.
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I'm sure they did this Saturday
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Posted:Apr 14, 2014 8:21 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2014 2:26 pm
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And this..
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And this, because she loves touching his cock..
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http://thebaldfromfrance.tumblr.com
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Who was that man?
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Posted:Apr 14, 2014 7:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2014 10:59 am
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It wasn’t the first time.
It’s happened before.
He’s fucked her and left.
He did what he’s supposed to go. She did too.
The sheets were strung about.
The middle of the bed revealed a modest wet spot.
That too I’ve seen before. Phil cums quite a bit.
She instructed me to lie down on the bed, and in doing so my right should found the tip of the cool and damp reminder.
“Are you ready? I want to feel your tongue,” she said.
She climbed over top of me.
It was wet and matted; glistening along the sides and opening, and her lips hung open as she lowered herself upon me.
“Can you taste him?” She asked, sitting firmly on my face and claiming her queen position.
I could. It was bitter, and it tasted more of their sex together.
I could feel her muscles tense and throb as she pushed unto my eager mouth and quick tongue.
Afterwards she spoke of this being the last time of me present with them for awhile.
“I think I’m’ ready,” she said, handing me her towel before she jumped into the shower.
“Ready for what?” I replied.
“To have sex alone,” she said.
At that moment I felt excited, a bit scared, and the fear of the unknown crept into my mind.
I could tell by her demeanor she seemed at peace with herself and her decision.
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Out of left field (Disappearing photo)
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Posted:Apr 12, 2014 8:27 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2014 3:27 pm
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She was very direct this morning when she stood in the doorway naked.
“Phil will be here in about ten minutes,” she said, with hands on her hips.
I was shocked.
Surprised even.
She never spoke a word to me about it.
I guess Phil texted her last night sometime.
“Where was I?” I asked.
“You were out watching the game. It was just after I had gotten home,” she replied.
“What about you seeing him by yourself?” I asked.
“I will, but right now I’m seeing him in a few minutes, so I’m closing the door all the way and I don’t want you peeking,” she explained to me.
Her sex this morning is spontaneous.
She likes that, especially in her amped up state.
But I felt out of the loop.
No matter. I don’t really have a loop in her escapades.
Before leaving she wanted this posted. She had me snap it. She also permitted me to nestle between them momentarily. Her breasts are simply amazing.
You can say this is a tale of two parts.
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He’s been here about 15 minutes.
I think they started the moment he got here.
I can hear them next door in our bed.
The rhythms of the bed creaking and their moans have been abundant.
I’m sure he’s fucking her like the bull he is.
As for me, my dicks out and I’m stroking.
Here’s to them.
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Why can’t they be on time? (her)
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Posted:Apr 11, 2014 4:08 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2024 10:43 am
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Here I am stuck in the airport. It happens all the time anymore. Air travel is more a hassle than ever before. I’m glad I wore my pumps today. It makes taking your shoes off easier.
I usually read during this time. I’ve got a couple books in the travel case and on my tablet. But instead I decided to talk with all of you. I must admit I sort of like this. It’s new, exciting, and interesting. Now I know why my husband likes it so much.
I’m still getting used to the comments thing. I wrote a couple last night. Very exciting to correspond with others! I’m also enjoying the “my watched blogs” section.” My husband follows some interesting people. I have looked around a bit and read some. And what I’ve realized is there are quite a few female bloggers. Somehow I pictured men writing since that’s what my husband does.
Sitting across from me is Jeff. Jeff is from Los Angles. He’s on one of those two stop flights that are common among travelers. Jeff is handsome. Hard jaw line with broad shoulders. He’s not very tall, under 6 foot I would guess. We’ve talked on the flight over. He sat next to me. He’s married and 46. He works in finance and travels often.
Casual sex has never been my thing. I’ve always felt that sex is best when people are familiar and comfortable with each other. When we started cuckolding that’s what I wanted. Stable and comfortable sex. No wham bam, thank you mama happening here.
It took me a long time to accept the term cuckolding. To me it almost sounded made up. I never knew there was a term for a man that enjoyed watching his wife have sex with someone else. And I never knew that a woman who enjoyed other men besides her spouse had one also. I guess in some ways I didn’t know much about sex, or alternative sex.
There have been a few times in my life when I’ve had one night stands. They were many years ago. But it happened one time since we started cuckolding. His name was Don. He didn’t really turn me on. He was nice but sexually it wasn’t there. There was no connection right off between him and me, on my part. He really didn’t stimulate me. I need something more than “what are you into” types of questions, you know? He claimed to have been with cuckolding couples in the past, so his insight and experience was interesting. His stories were enticing and I liked them. I liked the thought of having a lover and a husband. I was intrigued, and honestly, that’s what excited me, not him. But the more I thought about it then, and now as I write this, he could have just Googled all that stuff.
But I could see the want to in my husband’s eyes as the initial meeting went with all us that night. As the night went on Don’s hand started rubbing my legs and eventually we took him home. Other than his enormous cock it just wasn’t there for me. It was awkward. He couldn’t kiss, and let’s face it, bad kissers are a deal breaker.
Maybe there might have been something later that could’ve developed, but when I called him to meet weeks later and he had plans and we never heard from him again.
Don was the only man I had sex with off the first meeting. That will and has never happened since. It felt terrible afterwards. I felt used and exploited and seriously questioned my want to continue doing this.
If I was into casual sex I would peruse Jeff. I’m looking at him now keenly. His hands are strong, defined too, as he types on his laptop. I think a couple times he flirted with me commenting on my nails and wedding ring.
Before I had sex with Phil for the first time we must have seen each other a handful of times. It was a natural progression, and when it happened it was wonderful! To me that’s the way sex is supposed to be.
My plane is here. Yippee! Hopefully we’re boarding soon.
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It’s a beautiful day (her)
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Posted:Apr 10, 2014 2:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2014 4:18 pm
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I took the day off. I am working from home. It’s a wonderful sunny day here. The trees are greening up and the birds are out. I’m thinking this weekend might be a great chance to get out and do some yard work. I have a green thumb. I love being in the yard with flowers. I love color.
I will be honest. My mind has been on blogging and what happened this morning. I’m not a good story teller. It’s odd because I am an avid reader. I love books, especially in the summer time when I can sunbath and read. I think I would rather read about it than write it. But I have a desire to write something too, to contribute here and maybe to someone out there, if that makes sense.
I am very attracted to my husband. His body is hot! And there are some instances that when the moment strikes, it strikes. This morning was one of those moments for me. My husband’s best sexual attribute is oral sex. And that’s what he did for me. It was great and honestly, I came almost instantly. I was excited, that’s obvious; combine that with Phil’s absence and my husband being naked in front of me, Mother Nature took over. But what a satisfying experience it was no matter the time frame.
Is he the best lover I’ve ever had? In his own way, yes. But orally, he’s the best I’ve experienced.
In thinking today about what I wanted to write I realized I have a lot to say. I never would have thought that if I hadn't of posted for the first time. After all, this was always my husband’s turf. Finding pictures to post, taking one’s of me, this was all his. I was part of it but the silent part of the co-writer, if you will.
I’m thinking about Phil. I miss him. That’s odd huh, coming from a happily married woman. What I feel for him isn’t emotional. I don’t love him. I can’t, and I don’t. I love my husband. But what I miss from Phil is his sex.
I want to see him. Soon. I can whenever I want. We made that arrangement a long time ago. And in that arrangement I'm not just speaking of Phil and I.
I can have sex with whomever I want to. But I don’t want that with just anyone. There is only one other person I want to have sex with. That’s Phil.
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Her pencil is sharper than mine
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Posted:Apr 10, 2014 9:14 am
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2014 2:07 pm
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I am curious what she’ll write about.
She teased the other night that our blog might be the avenue she takes when telling me about her escapades.
She teased to me that she’d detail for all of you, but she’d be in fact describing to me through the process.
I must admit, I like the idea.
I find it totally fascinating and liberating, sexually.
She read her comments from her post the other day.
She really likes the newly found excitement of blogging.
I think the attention from men through blogging is an aphrodisiac for her as well. Women want to be known for their minds as much as their physical attributes, and it’s clear she has both.
I see both, because we’re married.
You all just see the pictures posted stories and views I write.
Now, I think you all will see the other side of her beauty.
She was thrilled by the comments readers left on her first posting. I’ve shown her how to respond, so that will be something new in the future.
“They seem to know a lot about us,” she replied this morning to me.
“They do,” but only the good stuff I added. 
It’s true.
Other than our ‘off the beaten trail’ sex life, we’re a pretty normal married couple. And you all know everything, or pretty much everything, about our sex life.
“So, what are you going to write about?” I asked her.
“I don’t know, do readers ask questions?” She replied.
“Yeah, sometimes,” I answered.
“I don’t know, maybe I’ll try my hand at story telling from my perspective,” she said, leaning in to kiss me.
“That would be fun to read,” I replied.
I turned on the water to the shower and slid my underwear down.
She walked up and grabbed my ass, with both hands.
“Not so fast,” she said. “Maybe I’ll write a story about how I made you eat me out right here in the bathroom.”
I turned off the water.
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The silent partner is silent no more
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Posted:Apr 9, 2014 8:02 am
Last Updated:Apr 9, 2014 2:21 pm
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I was surprised when she told me.
“I wrote a blog posting,” she said to me.
I was caught off guard, in fact replying, “Where?”
I think that is so cool.
I’ve always thought her perspective is important and something needed here. That women readers and men too, would desire knowing what she has to say and how she views things.
I can’t wait for her next installment.
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