It’s always fun to read Dee’s perspective on a recent sexual encounter, and hopefully she’ll finish the story because, even though I know how it ends, I’d still like to read it – good information, you know? I might put in my own two cents worth later, after she’s told the full tale, but for now I’ll wait on that, except to say…
For my part, I tried to give a little extra effort towards dictating the action (which has been requested of me) and towards spanking with a bit more authority (which has also been requested). I think those worked out, at least as far as it goes. I tried to talk a little more, too (another request), but I’m not sure how that one worked out. These, and many other things, are all avoidance habits that I’m now trying to break out of (see my comments on “inertia” in my posts of 9/30/03). Eventually, I’ll get there… it will just take time and a lot of practice.
I doubt the Daree will mind the practice part… by comparison, her Ferrari-like sex drive makes mine look about as fast and furious a pair of well-worn shoes. It’s quite fun to be married to a woman like that!
One comment on her last paragraph there… Being a guy, I (of course) have a thousand fantasies roaming around in my head involving the classic me-wife-female arrangement, and I couldn’t possibly list them all, but that fantasy sounds like a pretty good START to an evening, at least.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Just a normal night.
Last night was just a normal night, the two of us laying on the sofa watching tv. DH put a pillow on his lap and encouraged me to get comfortable. Since I have yet another cold, it was so nice of him to rub my back with his big warm hands. I love feeling his hands on my body. He worked down from my back to my hips and then my behind, caressing each cheek. He worked his way around to my inner most folds. At this point, I was just enjoying his hands caressing me and was not particularly turned on. But then he started swirling his fingers through my folds, gently caressing me with light pressure. Heavenly.
I turned and lifted my hips a bit to give him better access and some encouragement. He continued swirling through my folds, spreading the wetness. He went forward a bit and rubbed both sides of my clit, which he knows I love. This really started me purring. I pushed the pillows to the side and felt for his cock, which was hard and halfway down his thigh. I started massaging it through his sweat pants, rubbing the fleece lining up and down the length using my mouth.
His manipulations increased, pushing his finger into my pussy while rubbing my rosebud, carefully pushing the tip of his finger and holding it just inside. This drives me wild. I love anal anyway, but this little bit of pressure always drives me crazy. While he held his finger there, his other fingers were busy at work, pushing in and out of my pussy and stroking the sides of my clit with intense pressure. Every once in a while his other hand would deliver a cracking smack to my ass, making me shudder and squeeze my vaginal walls together. I love a good finger fucking from my man, but it seems incomplete without his cock in my mouth, so I pulled his sweatpants down and swallowed as much as I could.
I started sucking up and down on the tip of his cock in rhythm to his fingers and with all these things combined it only took about two seconds for my orgasm to rocket through me. And it was one of those amazing full body orgasms that make my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head.
The fun continued but I want to pause here to address something DH has said about me in the past. He has said that I like multiple stimulations and that is why he thinks I would really enjoy having someone else in our bed. I always thought he was crazy, that multiple stimulations are just distracting to me, but now I see his point. And quite honestly, I have been fantasizing lately about having a woman licking me out while I have my lips wrapped around DH's cock. I imagine how divine that would feel for me and what a great view it would be for DH.
And now for the rest of the story....later.
I turned and lifted my hips a bit to give him better access and some encouragement. He continued swirling through my folds, spreading the wetness. He went forward a bit and rubbed both sides of my clit, which he knows I love. This really started me purring. I pushed the pillows to the side and felt for his cock, which was hard and halfway down his thigh. I started massaging it through his sweat pants, rubbing the fleece lining up and down the length using my mouth.
His manipulations increased, pushing his finger into my pussy while rubbing my rosebud, carefully pushing the tip of his finger and holding it just inside. This drives me wild. I love anal anyway, but this little bit of pressure always drives me crazy. While he held his finger there, his other fingers were busy at work, pushing in and out of my pussy and stroking the sides of my clit with intense pressure. Every once in a while his other hand would deliver a cracking smack to my ass, making me shudder and squeeze my vaginal walls together. I love a good finger fucking from my man, but it seems incomplete without his cock in my mouth, so I pulled his sweatpants down and swallowed as much as I could.
I started sucking up and down on the tip of his cock in rhythm to his fingers and with all these things combined it only took about two seconds for my orgasm to rocket through me. And it was one of those amazing full body orgasms that make my toes curl and my eyes roll back in my head.
The fun continued but I want to pause here to address something DH has said about me in the past. He has said that I like multiple stimulations and that is why he thinks I would really enjoy having someone else in our bed. I always thought he was crazy, that multiple stimulations are just distracting to me, but now I see his point. And quite honestly, I have been fantasizing lately about having a woman licking me out while I have my lips wrapped around DH's cock. I imagine how divine that would feel for me and what a great view it would be for DH.
And now for the rest of the story....later.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
A New Set of Questions
First, I would like to comment on a question Dee answered from an earlier post:
Question: Name something you would say you aren’t allowed to do (or aren’t supposed to do, or shouldn’t do), but wish you could.
Dee’s Answer: I wish I could walk up to a woman I don't know, tell her I found her attractive, and ask if she would interested in an intimate encounter. (Not only shouldn't I do this, I never probably could!).
My comment: Darling… I’m not quite sure why you’d say you shouldn’t do it… at least under the right circumstances! You wish you could, and this would definitely be something I’d love to see happen, so… jump.
And now, the next set of questions (I'll comment with my answers later!)…
1. Name something sexual which you have done that you regret.
2. Describe your first oral sex experience (giving or receiving, your choice).
3. How would you rate the overall level of performance of your sexual partners (all your partners, averaged)? Use whatever adjective(s) you choose (impressively good, adequate, being average, generally God-awful… with one or two exceptions, satisfactory, etc.).
4. What nickname would you choose for your parts, and your partner’s parts (tits, pussy, and dick)?
Question: Name something you would say you aren’t allowed to do (or aren’t supposed to do, or shouldn’t do), but wish you could.
Dee’s Answer: I wish I could walk up to a woman I don't know, tell her I found her attractive, and ask if she would interested in an intimate encounter. (Not only shouldn't I do this, I never probably could!).
My comment: Darling… I’m not quite sure why you’d say you shouldn’t do it… at least under the right circumstances! You wish you could, and this would definitely be something I’d love to see happen, so… jump.
And now, the next set of questions (I'll comment with my answers later!)…
1. Name something sexual which you have done that you regret.
2. Describe your first oral sex experience (giving or receiving, your choice).
3. How would you rate the overall level of performance of your sexual partners (all your partners, averaged)? Use whatever adjective(s) you choose (impressively good, adequate, being average, generally God-awful… with one or two exceptions, satisfactory, etc.).
4. What nickname would you choose for your parts, and your partner’s parts (tits, pussy, and dick)?
Monday, October 6, 2008
Jealousy
This seems to be a hot topic for me. Silly me, I thought it was obvious why I wanted to experiment with a couple rather than a single person. If a single girl is introduced into our marriage, either for me or him, I will always feel inferior. Just because she is new and unknown.
If a single guy is introduced into our marriage, I would constantly worry about crossing the line and developing any kind of feelings. Pure sex is all I want. And I imagine that having a couple, with the infinite positions, scenarios, and possibilities is just way more fun and less complicated than a single person.
As I said, I've been following a few couples who have had fun playing with each other, and the ones that have made me squirm in my seat (and not in the good way) are the ones where the one half of the couples (MF) can't wait to get their hands on each other, and the other half just kind of go along for the ride. When I try to put myself in their shoes, I feel left out, cast aside, tolerated. As in they want to fuck and I'm being given her husband as a way to keep me occupied.
The couples who make me squirm in my seat (in the good way) are the ones who go into the experience together, and spend a good amount of time together while in the midst. The experiences where all four spend the majority of time in bed together. Girls exploring girls while their husbands watch. Girls sucking strange dick, while getting fucked by their husband. Girls getting fucked by a strange dick while sucking on their husband's cock. I suppose I see that there is inevitably a 4th wheel, but I don't think that's a bad thing. See, just thinking about this scenario makes me wish I had my lipstick vibrator in my purse (darn thing is never around when you need it).
I guess every experience is what you make of it. And also, as long as no one is so invested in the experience that when their partner says stop, it's not too hard to stop.
What I find disappointing is how long it takes me to jump into something. Granted, I am in the middle of a suburban life, with work, school, kids, community service organizations, housework, visiting relatives, etc. But I have let several opportunities at building experiences slip through my fingers. Several date nights I have settled for pizza (and these are my responsibility to plan). And while I have been actively looking online for a playmate, they are not easy to come by!
If a single guy is introduced into our marriage, I would constantly worry about crossing the line and developing any kind of feelings. Pure sex is all I want. And I imagine that having a couple, with the infinite positions, scenarios, and possibilities is just way more fun and less complicated than a single person.
As I said, I've been following a few couples who have had fun playing with each other, and the ones that have made me squirm in my seat (and not in the good way) are the ones where the one half of the couples (MF) can't wait to get their hands on each other, and the other half just kind of go along for the ride. When I try to put myself in their shoes, I feel left out, cast aside, tolerated. As in they want to fuck and I'm being given her husband as a way to keep me occupied.
The couples who make me squirm in my seat (in the good way) are the ones who go into the experience together, and spend a good amount of time together while in the midst. The experiences where all four spend the majority of time in bed together. Girls exploring girls while their husbands watch. Girls sucking strange dick, while getting fucked by their husband. Girls getting fucked by a strange dick while sucking on their husband's cock. I suppose I see that there is inevitably a 4th wheel, but I don't think that's a bad thing. See, just thinking about this scenario makes me wish I had my lipstick vibrator in my purse (darn thing is never around when you need it).
I guess every experience is what you make of it. And also, as long as no one is so invested in the experience that when their partner says stop, it's not too hard to stop.
What I find disappointing is how long it takes me to jump into something. Granted, I am in the middle of a suburban life, with work, school, kids, community service organizations, housework, visiting relatives, etc. But I have let several opportunities at building experiences slip through my fingers. Several date nights I have settled for pizza (and these are my responsibility to plan). And while I have been actively looking online for a playmate, they are not easy to come by!
Nothing, Really
The vast majority of the recent posts have been mine – in fact, Dee has not posted since 9/26, and has only posted twice in the past 19 days! I’ve been left sending my thoughts into the oblivious, unresponsive, uninterested emptiness of the Internet, and even though we’ve had some fun times fucking on more than a few nights, it’s getting to the point where I’ll may have to start telling stories about the past, or just plain make stuff up just to avoid talking to myself here. I thought to pose more questions here, but since she hasn’t responded to my last set, I don’t particularly see the point…
Still, I’ve been concocting new sets of questions, and I’ll post them eventually, after Dee stops giving me the silent treatment here (I specify “here” because in real life, things are just as fine as ever... plus, she's reading my posts, just not typing herself).
Dee tells me that if I ask questions, I should also be able to answer them, as well (this is because, during our commute home, she asked for my answers to questions I’d posted, and I had to admit that, without giving it some thought, I didn’t really know), so after putting four questions in each list, I’ve been passing the time trying to answer them myself.
I mention this because I considered including one question of my own (all the questions I’ve posted so far have been culled from the Internet somewhere): Which do you prefer: oral, anal, or vaginal? Why?
At first blush, I thought the question was probably pretty lame, but I decided to leave it there and take a stab at answering it before I hit the delete key. I haven’t finished thinking on this, but I did discover that explaining my thoughts is far more complicated than I first thought, so now I am planning on saving that for a post all it’s own later on down the road.
In the meantime, in the same spirit as my 10/1/08 Post… a couple things I just don’t get:
1. Clowns. As mentioned before, clowns seem to be popular in sexual fun for reasons that escape me.
2. Eating. On TV, in porn, and in pictures, women (and men, too) eating is presented as somehow being sexy. I can see the suggestive nature of a woman eating an ice cream cone, etc., but even that doesn’t really do much for me. You can probably get some romance or a good scene out of a couple feeding each other in some sensuous way, But… a close up of someone biting an apple? Popping a forkful of prime rib in? I think I may have missed class the day they went over that.
Still, I’ve been concocting new sets of questions, and I’ll post them eventually, after Dee stops giving me the silent treatment here (I specify “here” because in real life, things are just as fine as ever... plus, she's reading my posts, just not typing herself).
Dee tells me that if I ask questions, I should also be able to answer them, as well (this is because, during our commute home, she asked for my answers to questions I’d posted, and I had to admit that, without giving it some thought, I didn’t really know), so after putting four questions in each list, I’ve been passing the time trying to answer them myself.
I mention this because I considered including one question of my own (all the questions I’ve posted so far have been culled from the Internet somewhere): Which do you prefer: oral, anal, or vaginal? Why?
At first blush, I thought the question was probably pretty lame, but I decided to leave it there and take a stab at answering it before I hit the delete key. I haven’t finished thinking on this, but I did discover that explaining my thoughts is far more complicated than I first thought, so now I am planning on saving that for a post all it’s own later on down the road.
In the meantime, in the same spirit as my 10/1/08 Post… a couple things I just don’t get:
1. Clowns. As mentioned before, clowns seem to be popular in sexual fun for reasons that escape me.
2. Eating. On TV, in porn, and in pictures, women (and men, too) eating is presented as somehow being sexy. I can see the suggestive nature of a woman eating an ice cream cone, etc., but even that doesn’t really do much for me. You can probably get some romance or a good scene out of a couple feeding each other in some sensuous way, But… a close up of someone biting an apple? Popping a forkful of prime rib in? I think I may have missed class the day they went over that.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
A Concern About Jealousy
As Dee ponders thoughts of sexual exploration with others, I wondered at my motivations – why would I be interested in interacting with others (especially another woman)? – and tumbled upon a new worry… but to explain that, I must first enumerate my motivations, and how I came to them:
It is important to note there is a minor dispute between our two preferences – Dee prefers the involvement of another couple, while I prefer a single female. Because of this, I examined a number of reasons I might desire sex with another woman, or another couple, asking one question… what do I want, and why do I want it?
The obvious reason to prefer a couple would be to swap, or to observe, and while I am definitely open to either (or both), neither feels on-point with my ultimate interests. The group action (a foursome) is in this same category. This leaves only the various threesome combinations (though in a couples scenario there’d always be a ‘fourth wheel’) to draw greater interest: I find I prefer the three over the group (with myself participating, rather than playing the wheel), and, unless the guy is exactly what I’d want a guy to be, I prefer a female over a male.
Even more interesting, when considering a swap (ultimately, having one-on-one interaction with another female), my first inclination is to say ‘if I am going be with one woman, I’d prefer it were Dee.’ In realizing this, I discovered that having the freedom to fuck another woman isn’t an urge I’m seeking to address. It’d be fun, but isn’t a reason I would chose to interact with others.
I now understand my motivations to be threefold: First, to witness Dee’s explorations with another woman (which Dee has expressed a serious desire in). Second (and FAR more erotic for me), I am turned on by the idea of a shared experience… that is, sharing a partner with Dee. And, third, the selfish male motivation… I’m a guy, and I would like to experience a threesome, one where I’m outnumbered two to one. There is a fourth possibility that sneaks up on me sometimes: every so often, when imagining the possibilities, I find a surging thrill in the thought of Dee watching me with another woman -- but this last isn't dominant motivation, while the others are more so.
Having analyzed my motivations, it occurred to me to wonder about Dee’s, and how a couple better fulfills her interests – and herein lies the worry. I could be way off in my surmising here, but (based on what she’s told me) I don’t believe Dee has a burning interest in group interactions (a foursome), and I don’t think she has enthusiastic interest in fucking other guys (as in a swap). I believe, ultimately, what she wants most is merely to experiment with another woman, but she says she prefers a couple, so the question remains… why a couple?
In trying to look at things from Dee’s point of view, I can’t help but wonder: is it possible her preference is based on a latent worry of her own? Does she want another man in the mix ONLY to ensure I won’t be tempted by thoughts of deserting her in favor of some other woman? (This, as opposed to wanting another guy there for her own entertainments... or ours!)
This, of course, would be a concern because it demonstrates a level of distrust and jealousy that is completely incompatible with this kind of sexual experimentation. If Dee merely wants to try girl-on-girl for the experience (and is merely talking about including me in the experience for the sake of good form), then my thought is: find a friend and have at it without worrying about my inclusion. Otherwise, it might be wise to at least examine this concern, and put it to rest before we embark on an adventure of this sort.
Regardless, I’m open to considering just about all possibilities. I may hesitate. I may need convincing. I may need coercion. I may need a drink (or three) beforehand. But these are merely byproducts of my lifelong inertia, and not indications of doubt or a lack of interest or desire.
It is important to note there is a minor dispute between our two preferences – Dee prefers the involvement of another couple, while I prefer a single female. Because of this, I examined a number of reasons I might desire sex with another woman, or another couple, asking one question… what do I want, and why do I want it?
The obvious reason to prefer a couple would be to swap, or to observe, and while I am definitely open to either (or both), neither feels on-point with my ultimate interests. The group action (a foursome) is in this same category. This leaves only the various threesome combinations (though in a couples scenario there’d always be a ‘fourth wheel’) to draw greater interest: I find I prefer the three over the group (with myself participating, rather than playing the wheel), and, unless the guy is exactly what I’d want a guy to be, I prefer a female over a male.
Even more interesting, when considering a swap (ultimately, having one-on-one interaction with another female), my first inclination is to say ‘if I am going be with one woman, I’d prefer it were Dee.’ In realizing this, I discovered that having the freedom to fuck another woman isn’t an urge I’m seeking to address. It’d be fun, but isn’t a reason I would chose to interact with others.
I now understand my motivations to be threefold: First, to witness Dee’s explorations with another woman (which Dee has expressed a serious desire in). Second (and FAR more erotic for me), I am turned on by the idea of a shared experience… that is, sharing a partner with Dee. And, third, the selfish male motivation… I’m a guy, and I would like to experience a threesome, one where I’m outnumbered two to one. There is a fourth possibility that sneaks up on me sometimes: every so often, when imagining the possibilities, I find a surging thrill in the thought of Dee watching me with another woman -- but this last isn't dominant motivation, while the others are more so.
Having analyzed my motivations, it occurred to me to wonder about Dee’s, and how a couple better fulfills her interests – and herein lies the worry. I could be way off in my surmising here, but (based on what she’s told me) I don’t believe Dee has a burning interest in group interactions (a foursome), and I don’t think she has enthusiastic interest in fucking other guys (as in a swap). I believe, ultimately, what she wants most is merely to experiment with another woman, but she says she prefers a couple, so the question remains… why a couple?
In trying to look at things from Dee’s point of view, I can’t help but wonder: is it possible her preference is based on a latent worry of her own? Does she want another man in the mix ONLY to ensure I won’t be tempted by thoughts of deserting her in favor of some other woman? (This, as opposed to wanting another guy there for her own entertainments... or ours!)
This, of course, would be a concern because it demonstrates a level of distrust and jealousy that is completely incompatible with this kind of sexual experimentation. If Dee merely wants to try girl-on-girl for the experience (and is merely talking about including me in the experience for the sake of good form), then my thought is: find a friend and have at it without worrying about my inclusion. Otherwise, it might be wise to at least examine this concern, and put it to rest before we embark on an adventure of this sort.
Regardless, I’m open to considering just about all possibilities. I may hesitate. I may need convincing. I may need coercion. I may need a drink (or three) beforehand. But these are merely byproducts of my lifelong inertia, and not indications of doubt or a lack of interest or desire.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Bored
I am spending the day involved in a mediation… which means I’m really just sitting in an office for hours on end, waiting for other parties to work things out amongst themselves. As a result, I’m bored, but the office I’m in has wireless access, so I’m free to surf the Internet and enjoy whatever I want… and get paid for it.
Some things I’ve discovered:
1. I like pictures of naked women with guitars.
2. I like pictures of naked women with guns.
3. I hate country music, but I’m partial to cowgirls – tight jeans, tight t-shirts (exposed midriff), denim vests, boots, and cowboy hats.
4. I have very particular gothic tastes – a gothic women is either a total turn on, or a complete turn off, with very little real estate in between.
5. I really like bikinis.
6. And wet t-shirts.
7. A fully clothed woman (in the right clothes) can be just as arousing as an exposed one.
There are a lot more I could probably list here, but I'll leave it at that for now.
Most importantly, I have re-confirmed something I’ve known all along – I don’t have “a type.” Most guys I know prefer blondes, or big tits, or long legs. I have no such preferences (the closest I have to a preference is that I lean towards redheads and tend to like shorter vs. taller women). It’s all about the total look for me.
Some things I’ve discovered:
1. I like pictures of naked women with guitars.
2. I like pictures of naked women with guns.
3. I hate country music, but I’m partial to cowgirls – tight jeans, tight t-shirts (exposed midriff), denim vests, boots, and cowboy hats.
4. I have very particular gothic tastes – a gothic women is either a total turn on, or a complete turn off, with very little real estate in between.
5. I really like bikinis.
6. And wet t-shirts.
7. A fully clothed woman (in the right clothes) can be just as arousing as an exposed one.
There are a lot more I could probably list here, but I'll leave it at that for now.
Most importantly, I have re-confirmed something I’ve known all along – I don’t have “a type.” Most guys I know prefer blondes, or big tits, or long legs. I have no such preferences (the closest I have to a preference is that I lean towards redheads and tend to like shorter vs. taller women). It’s all about the total look for me.
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