The Anniversary, Part II: In the Car

And now, before the weekend begins, part two of the story. Part three will be posted after the weekend, once I take the promised picture and the Daree gets it posted…

Leaving the restaurant, we hurried to the car for ride home, but the Daree couldn’t wait any longer. The moment we got on the road, she pulled her skirt up and started playing with herself – an action made easier given the lack of underwear beneath. In seconds, she was breathing heavily, and I could tell that a seriously satisfying orgasm was rapidly building over there.

I seethed in frustration, trapped behind the wheel of a car in heavy stop-and-go traffic, trying to work my way home with a throbbing tent in my jeans. Drivers cruised by her side of the car, thwarted by the darkness outside and the tinted window, unaware that only a few feet away my sexy wife sat exposed, massaging her tits and fingering her clit as she moaned. I pulled the remote out of my pocket and rocked it on and off, making Dee groan even louder. She slouched against the door and set her legs apart, making sure I could see her fingers dancing in her pussy every time I looked her way, talking to me in gasping breaths, telling me all the things she was going to do with me when we got home.

The goddamn commute seemed take forever, and yet at the same time, it was over far too quickly.

I pulled the car into the garage, shut off the engine, and thumbed the garage door shut, fully expecting to get us both into the bedroom – and fast. Instead, Dee spun towards me and pounced, kissing me hard and yanking at the front of my jeans. I gave in without a fight, and came to her aid; I unzipped and unbuttoned and pulled my dick out in a quick series of motions. As soon as I was free, she lunged into my lap and wrapped her mouth around my shaft.

There is an inherent eroticism in the wanton sexuality she displayed – it drives me crazy when Dee wants it (whatever “it” is, sexually speaking) so much, so bad, that gives up all her inhibitions and becomes a totally sexual being.

There have been a handful of times when feeling Dee’s warm, wet mouth around my cock has been ESPECIALLY erotic and amazing – and this was one of those moments. It took every ounce of willpower not to get off right then and there, but I wanted to draw the moment out, and make it last. I held on as long as I could, letting Dee suck my dick for a few delicious moments, knowing she really loves having my cock in her mouth, until I felt control slipping away, then put a stop to it.

As I shoved her back into the passenger seat and rolled on top of her, the light on the garage door opener went out, leaving us in total darkness. We made out for a while, operating by feel, running our hands all over each other’s bodies. I ran my fingertips through her slit, held her tits, and sucked her nipples. Dee kept grasping at my dick, but I fought her off until the urgent need to come faded a little. The urge did recede, but grudgingly, and only a little. I really wanted to fuck her, and the car wasn’t exactly the most spacious place for that.

I agreed immediately when Dee suggested we take things inside.

The Anniversary, Part I: Dinner

I begin by noting that the Daree has made two posts about our sex, and in both she intimates having to handle things herself! I’m SO embarrassed! Add to that the promise of Thursday evening fun (unfulfilled), and the fact she didn’t answer the questions posed in my last post, and I’m thinking the woman has a LOT of making up to do this weekend. :)

And now, to lead up to the posting of the picture, here is the story of the corset… though we don’t actually get to the corset until part three of the tale. Still, it’s a good story:

Last year the Daree and I celebrated our Anniversary by going out to dinner at The Keg. We’d agreed not to get each other gifts, so when she pulled out a small bag and handed it over the table to me, I was surprised, and mortified – though probably not as much as you’d expect. Dee’s a chronic gift-giver, and I’m like most guys – you can count on me to remember to get the oil changed in the car, but forget your birthday.

[Side note to the Daree… I hope you don’t mind too much that I’ve shortened that I’ve shortened your moniker up to “Dee.” If you want, you can call me DH – in baseball that’s the Designated Hitter, which could be taken the wrong way, but you like a good spanking, and giving your sexy ass a good smack turns me on, too, so I doubt anyone will mind.]

I dug my gift out of the box and pulled out a two-button remote: On, Off. Nothing more.

“Is this what I think it is?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” She hit me with a knowing smile.

I punched the on button, and the Daree twitched in her seat and let out a little hissing moan – the sound she makes when I’ve hit her with a morsel of particularly pleasurable delight.

We spent the rest of the evening there in conversation, enjoying a good long meal and the time together. Every so often I’d hit the switch again, making that remote-controlled egg tucked into her pussy come to life. I can’t describe how much fun I had teasing her from across the table, sometimes giving her a long series of regular pulses, or switching it on and letting it hum away for several minutes at once. Sometimes I’d make her wait ten long minutes before starting again.

I quickly realized she liked being completely at my mercy, completely out of control. She reacted most strongly when I caught her by surprise, and I started working that angle without mercy. I’d wait until she was taking a sip of her drink, and then turn her on. I’d draw her attention to the people at the next table, and when they glanced in her direction, I’d give her a taste of delight.

I’m pretty sure the waiter saw me palming the remote and caught on to what was happening, but he earned himself a good tip by saying nothing. Still, I mentioned my observations to Dee, and the next time he came around, I buzzed her while she was talking to him. Her breath caught in her throat, and she tried to carry on as though nothing at all was wrong, but couldn’t cover her arousal.

I had a hard-on all through dinner, and by the time we left the restaurant all I wanted to do was get the hell home and fuck her until the walls crumbled. I knew she felt the same way, but she’d already had other plans for me. It turned out there was a great deal more that took place before I finally had my way.

The Daring Husband Speaks!

I see that my husband has made his inaugural post! That is so very exciting. It was quite a turn on, actually, to hear his voice in cyberspace. And I am looking forward to reading his side of the anniversary night. That night seems to come up often as a complete turn on. It was quite fun for me too!

Our week is continuing in a very satisfying way. Though the camera stayed put last night (except for the downloading of all pictures since May, including the really bad nudies of me in the hotel room), we did watch a couple of shows taped from Playboy. I was so excited when we subscribed to the Playboy channel. I remember being in my twenties and taping some playboy shows off pay per view in the middle of the night so my roommate wouldn't know. When I fantasize, which I'll admit isn't often, I think of those movies fondly. But sadly, the playboy channel has gone the way of MTV. Just as there is no music on MTV anymore, there isn't anything erotic on Playboy. At least as far I can tell judging the couple of shows the Daring Husband has taped for me. But still, naked skin is naked skin, and that turns me on.

So when it was time for bed, and the Daring Husband leaned in for his obligatory evening kiss, with a pause and then another kiss to fulfill the daily kiss obligation, I was ready to take it to the next level. And boy did we! As much as I love sex, and especially sex with my husband, there are times that I think about things I want to do but don't articulate them. Especially in the heat of the moment. But last night was one of those rare occasions when I thought it and he did it! I was thinking how much I would love it if he would flip me over and fuck me from behind and sure he enough, he did! He was amazingly hard and deep and it was fantastic. My best orgasms come when I am on my belly with two fingers resting on my clit, putting intense pressure in a smooth rhythm. And last night was no exception. The Daring Husband let me take a little time to prime the pump with my own two hands and after my screams died down and I was able to breath again, he slipped inside me, put his hands on my waist, and pulled me onto his cock. I love love love it when he does that!

Not every week is as sexually charged as this one, but I can't wait to see what's in store for tonight...let alone this weekend's outdoor adventures!

She’s right…

Though the Daree will likely argue the point, I try not to disagree with her too often, and it really has been a bit of a slow start here. Despite several reminders from the woman in my life, I haven’t gotten around to posting until just now, mostly because here at work (where I get most of my computer interaction time) things have been… harsh.

Still, I’m making the time now to at least add a couple things to Dee’s (the Daree’s, that is) last post:

First, the original dare was supposed to involve her posting a lingerie pic here, but since I get to take the picture now, I’ve decided that she’ll have to pose in the sexy red corset she surprised me with on our last Anniversary – and the story of the corset, along with the picture, will be the subject of my next several posts.

Second, as far as I’m concerned the best part of watching the show the other night (HBO’s Real Sex) wasn’t the segment on anal, but the segment on the Suicide Girls. It wasn’t about the girls, but about the way the Daree got turned on by it. Knowing that the sight of sexy, naked women gets her excited is one hell of a turn on. I'm a guy... based on that alone, I HAD to fuck her. I really didn't have any choice.

Until my next post, two questions to ponder:

1. Should sexual fantasies should be unrealistic (i.e., imagining a more attractive version of yourself cruising the Mediterranean with a yacht full of sexy personal servants of the opposite sex), or realistic (envisioning yourself at home doing erotic things in front of the fireplace)?

2. Should sexual fantasies be things to pursue, or things that should remain only in the imagination?

So far, not so good

Well, the blog is up and running, but is there a lingerie picture? Not so much as a scrap of lace. Not a corset tie. Not a pantie peek. My Daring Husband says he'll help by taking the picture, which does make it a bit easier. I was wondering how I would do that!

However, we have been busy, even if it hasn't involved the camera. He was watching something the other night and instead of settling for sleep, I gave him a fabulous blow job right there in front of the television, my favorite place of all for blowjobs. It was quite fun, especially when he whispered "you'd better wait" and I just gave him my cutest grin and said "wait for what" as I licked a circle around his cock. That set him off and there was no more waiting! Love that.

And last night we watched an epidose of a sex show (Real Sex?) on HBO and was quite entertained. It was just nice to be watching an adult show with my husband and not have to be embarrased. Though there were a few oh my moments during the anal sex segment. Not that I am against anal sex in the least, but these were hard core ass lovers. And after, my Daring Husband made his move and nailed me! I love that he knows all my buttons to push and in just the right way. He strokes my clit in a way that is heavenly. And he knows when to stay out of the way and just let me finish myself off. Very nice.

But there will be a lingerie pic here eventually...

The first

This is the first post in our blog world. It is the result of being dared to create a list of the most daring scenarios involving public interaction that I would be willing to participate in. Among others, I wrote "create a blog and post a lingerie photo." Well...I don't have the photo yet, but I now officially have the blog. And by the way, isn't google amazing? Though it's beginning to be a little creepy how much I depend on google and it's gadgets...calendar, email, blog, etc.

So now tonight I get the camera out and get my bonus points!