The look returned, the click of a pair of heels, the swish of a skirt, the pout of a lip, the word read, the wonderment of what promise that person holds. I was thinking about this tonight as I played a silly little word association game. There were few people on, and a relatively new poster was posting. I know nothing of her at all, not the most minimal of description. SO far I see only that she likes soulful music and uses soft and gentle terms when associating terms on a suggestive thread. Not much to go on, but still a little tension, drawn taut makes one feel electric doesn't it?
Next when that person took their sleepy self to bed I meandered through other threads till I happened upon a thread of a person probably on the other end of the age spectrum that I have long admired. I happened to have something to say on the subject and in a whimsical mood, posted a Seuss-esq response. When it seemed to elicit a giggle I pressed on with more rhyme then a haiku. I found myself wanting praise for my sophomoric poetry. Here the attraction is her rapier wit and better, her smiling at mine.
It makes me think of what would have attracted me to my wife, my soul mate if we had met 17 years later and online instead of in "real life". Without question her quick mind, sense of humor and mad typing skills. There is a thread where you drop a letter and add a letter creating a new word. I play with her over her shoulder. Not only does she solve the puzzle faster than I, she can often link the word to the previous word in some other way. How sexy is that? Then there is the whole open-minded thing. Not every woman, nor even every bi-sexual woman is going to "get" the sexuality of a heterosexual crossdresser. She is open enough to people that i can easily see confiding such a thing to her (if I had known it about myself) while still strangers. Then there is that flirtatious nymphosity...what more could a man want?
Showing posts with label Playing Well WIth Others. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Playing Well WIth Others. Show all posts
Friday, December 28, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Cam Testing 1-2-3.... The Husband.
So, we bought a cheap web cam the other day....Scintillo happened to be on when I was fiddling with it figuring it out. Given that the wife was sans make-up but with cold sore and so not in the mood, I kept it trained on the bedspread. He got treated to a lovely view of the spread and was kind enough to confirm that yup its a cam. Not bad $30 for two in the clearance at Mart du Wal.
Next attempt was as mentioned below I met an extremely articulate girl that must have had phenomenal S.A.T. scores which seemed exactly the right sort of fit for a text intensive watch-us-on cam session. My wife didn't know whether I was serious or not, but went along with it in role play fashion as we pictured what this girl might be like in person. Neither of us have so much as a picture or even a description of her, but I find her compelling. The intensity of the role play combined with having the girl waiting and willing in the background like our own personal porn star fluffer meant I didn't last long enough to explain to her I was very much serious about having found us a young sprite.
By way of background as to why she never knows for sure just when I am serious, I have a way of crying wolf, well and actually making wolfish noises in the background. I delight in surprising her or even better getting her adrenaline up for a surprise she isn't quite ready for. Once for example I rented a room at the very hotel that I lost my virginity in for our one year anniversary. I pretended that we were just going to go there to eat a piece of our frozen wedding cake as tradition dictates. I had previously left our room open a crack and making out in the hall with her, I leaned against our door and pretended it had just come open and it was not actually our room, she protested but only mildly when I drug her over to the bed, saying lets just have a quickie as long as this room is empty.
Another time we had been role playing a threesome. I tied her up then told her hang on a minute, and pretended to sneak to the door, let someone in and spoke in hushed whispers to them, she almost bought that one.
So the next day, my linguistically gifted new friend was online at the same time as a blogger we have met online recently, the blogger's husband was dragging her away from the computer for some cunnilingus which seemed a fine way to spend the afternoon. I persuaded my wife to pawn off the toddler. She was not feeling primped and ready for her close-up so I didn't push until she was in the throes, then I reached for the cam..It wasn't there!! I persuaded her to masturbate while I looked for the missing cam and finally came up with it. Switching it on with a hurried hello to my friend I treated her to a very blurry, barely discernible fuck-fest that at least appeared to be flesh toned. Made a note to dig up a tripod.
Today, I was online with an exhibitionist friend and the blogger from the day before. I mentioned that I'd show both of them my cock except I was babysitting and that seemed inappropriate to say the least. They both expressed enthusiasm. when next my wife wandered into the room I asked if she wouldn't mind if she took the toddler so I could show them my dick..Yeah right, she said. Partly because what an audacious thing to ask ones wife, but mostly she knows "The Mighty Cudgel" is camera shy. WHen I assured her that I was actually serious, and that I thought it might be good masturbatory therapy, she acceded. I'm a little dumbfounded that a) I could ask such a thing, and b) that she would acquiesce.
SO well, I did, like a stallion...I think the camera must be slightly convex, or else I was awfully excited...afterward, when she pointed out the incongruent nature of me being able to rip one off on cam while feeling silly with her in person. We discussed maybe I should do a close circuit feed for her. Yes, it is beyond weird, but we are pushing the psychological frontiers of my tortured psyche. So back in the room and alone, I found that I felt not silly at all. She tells me for 16-17 years that I have a lovely cock and it takes a couple of strangers echoing the sentiment to internalize it. So I'm going at it she is cheating by teasing my balls and perineum and I am OH so close despite having just tossed one off, and the kids knock on the door wanting to drop the needy toddler back in our laps...oh well anothe time. Important thing is I CAN do it another time.
So cam, $30. Doing more good than years of therapy, $Priceless.
Next attempt was as mentioned below I met an extremely articulate girl that must have had phenomenal S.A.T. scores which seemed exactly the right sort of fit for a text intensive watch-us-on cam session. My wife didn't know whether I was serious or not, but went along with it in role play fashion as we pictured what this girl might be like in person. Neither of us have so much as a picture or even a description of her, but I find her compelling. The intensity of the role play combined with having the girl waiting and willing in the background like our own personal porn star fluffer meant I didn't last long enough to explain to her I was very much serious about having found us a young sprite.
By way of background as to why she never knows for sure just when I am serious, I have a way of crying wolf, well and actually making wolfish noises in the background. I delight in surprising her or even better getting her adrenaline up for a surprise she isn't quite ready for. Once for example I rented a room at the very hotel that I lost my virginity in for our one year anniversary. I pretended that we were just going to go there to eat a piece of our frozen wedding cake as tradition dictates. I had previously left our room open a crack and making out in the hall with her, I leaned against our door and pretended it had just come open and it was not actually our room, she protested but only mildly when I drug her over to the bed, saying lets just have a quickie as long as this room is empty.
Another time we had been role playing a threesome. I tied her up then told her hang on a minute, and pretended to sneak to the door, let someone in and spoke in hushed whispers to them, she almost bought that one.
So the next day, my linguistically gifted new friend was online at the same time as a blogger we have met online recently, the blogger's husband was dragging her away from the computer for some cunnilingus which seemed a fine way to spend the afternoon. I persuaded my wife to pawn off the toddler. She was not feeling primped and ready for her close-up so I didn't push until she was in the throes, then I reached for the cam..It wasn't there!! I persuaded her to masturbate while I looked for the missing cam and finally came up with it. Switching it on with a hurried hello to my friend I treated her to a very blurry, barely discernible fuck-fest that at least appeared to be flesh toned. Made a note to dig up a tripod.
Today, I was online with an exhibitionist friend and the blogger from the day before. I mentioned that I'd show both of them my cock except I was babysitting and that seemed inappropriate to say the least. They both expressed enthusiasm. when next my wife wandered into the room I asked if she wouldn't mind if she took the toddler so I could show them my dick..Yeah right, she said. Partly because what an audacious thing to ask ones wife, but mostly she knows "The Mighty Cudgel" is camera shy. WHen I assured her that I was actually serious, and that I thought it might be good masturbatory therapy, she acceded. I'm a little dumbfounded that a) I could ask such a thing, and b) that she would acquiesce.
SO well, I did, like a stallion...I think the camera must be slightly convex, or else I was awfully excited...afterward, when she pointed out the incongruent nature of me being able to rip one off on cam while feeling silly with her in person. We discussed maybe I should do a close circuit feed for her. Yes, it is beyond weird, but we are pushing the psychological frontiers of my tortured psyche. So back in the room and alone, I found that I felt not silly at all. She tells me for 16-17 years that I have a lovely cock and it takes a couple of strangers echoing the sentiment to internalize it. So I'm going at it she is cheating by teasing my balls and perineum and I am OH so close despite having just tossed one off, and the kids knock on the door wanting to drop the needy toddler back in our laps...oh well anothe time. Important thing is I CAN do it another time.
So cam, $30. Doing more good than years of therapy, $Priceless.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Yay, me!...I masturbated... The Husband.
OK the toddler is on the mend after one last final, well never mind, lets talk more cheerful expulsions..
As you may remember I have hang-ups (wankups?) about self-love. My wife is encouraging me past that. We were discussing the abortive session last night and she was asking, "By the way - when you said that you were masturbating under the sheets last night...." (she hadn't read my post yet) "...Why were you? Especially since you knew I wanted a taste of your yummy man meat." (Well I made up the man meat part but you get the idea.) I explained that I was bound and determined to cum in her mouth with alacrity having just read a nice post on Sweat Shop Sissy's blog about how much his wife appreciated that he came for her during fellatio. My wife, (like his) appreciates seeing results from her polished, knob sucking skills. And I just haven't delivered lately. "Ah, she says than thats perfectly OK!"
I went on to explain to her that I had managed to rub one out early this morning before I finally got back to sleep. At first I couldn't retrace my steps as to what it was that set me to pulling. Finally I remembered.
I was lying in bed in my third change of clothes, down to bare mattress, third blanket, tired, but also bored. Went online to the place she and I have gone, posted a few pictures. (Don't get excited it is pretty much the same (and less) than you see here.)
There was a thread from a couple, she started out tentative, got a little bolder and then was asking about the forum rules on how explicit she could be. She apparently didn't want to run afoul of the rules but had some naughty shots she wanted to post. I like a girl that will follow the rules if I am in position to set them anyway. Moderator told her sure pics of you nuzzling hubby's shorts OK as are nip slips.
In the course of explaining her level of excitement in venturing into the realm of showing the world themselves naked, she had mentioned that the other night she had watched a guy on his cam while her husband went down on her. We had done something similar recently so that rung a titillating bell. She went on to say they were thinking of getting a cam to repay the young man's favor. (I doubt he needs or expects to be repaid, but its a lovely thought!)
We had looked at a pair of web cams the other day and decided we could get in a lot deeper a lot faster than we planned that way. Still the idea of rushing down and getting some cams and taking this couple camming cherry while they took ours was really scintillating. So I abused myself against my will because I knew it was what I really wanted anyway. I didn't even get up in disgust to clean up my mess, just fell asleep in my sweats, knowing that a little of me was by far not the worst thing in our bed lately. Progress.
As you may remember I have hang-ups (wankups?) about self-love. My wife is encouraging me past that. We were discussing the abortive session last night and she was asking, "By the way - when you said that you were masturbating under the sheets last night...." (she hadn't read my post yet) "...Why were you? Especially since you knew I wanted a taste of your yummy man meat." (Well I made up the man meat part but you get the idea.) I explained that I was bound and determined to cum in her mouth with alacrity having just read a nice post on Sweat Shop Sissy's blog about how much his wife appreciated that he came for her during fellatio. My wife, (like his) appreciates seeing results from her polished, knob sucking skills. And I just haven't delivered lately. "Ah, she says than thats perfectly OK!"
I went on to explain to her that I had managed to rub one out early this morning before I finally got back to sleep. At first I couldn't retrace my steps as to what it was that set me to pulling. Finally I remembered.
I was lying in bed in my third change of clothes, down to bare mattress, third blanket, tired, but also bored. Went online to the place she and I have gone, posted a few pictures. (Don't get excited it is pretty much the same (and less) than you see here.)
There was a thread from a couple, she started out tentative, got a little bolder and then was asking about the forum rules on how explicit she could be. She apparently didn't want to run afoul of the rules but had some naughty shots she wanted to post. I like a girl that will follow the rules if I am in position to set them anyway. Moderator told her sure pics of you nuzzling hubby's shorts OK as are nip slips.
In the course of explaining her level of excitement in venturing into the realm of showing the world themselves naked, she had mentioned that the other night she had watched a guy on his cam while her husband went down on her. We had done something similar recently so that rung a titillating bell. She went on to say they were thinking of getting a cam to repay the young man's favor. (I doubt he needs or expects to be repaid, but its a lovely thought!)
We had looked at a pair of web cams the other day and decided we could get in a lot deeper a lot faster than we planned that way. Still the idea of rushing down and getting some cams and taking this couple camming cherry while they took ours was really scintillating. So I abused myself against my will because I knew it was what I really wanted anyway. I didn't even get up in disgust to clean up my mess, just fell asleep in my sweats, knowing that a little of me was by far not the worst thing in our bed lately. Progress.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Surreal Fellatio. The Husband
Sitting here in bed with morning wood, I'm not so sure I didn't dream this one. On the other hand I didn't wake up in a sticky pool of my own cum and this was definite wet dream material....
A few days ago on a forum we frequent there were some tiny tiny pictures posted by a new member on that forum. She apparently had pictures taken of herself that were too big for the size limitations of the forum. Whatever program she used to shrink them down to manageable size had made them avatar sized, and the rich detail was lost. Many protested that they couldn't see them, and she mentioned that she hadn't the means to optimize the size. Always proactive in the search of porn, I sent her a message offering to resize them for her. They came over as 2560x1920!!!!! I could see every goosebump on her delicious body. With trembling hands, I resized them to 800x600 and sent them back.
Last night I had dozed off, and The Wife comes in. "Wake up!" she said her whisper warm and humid in my ear...."You have GOT to see this!"
Turns out she had some new pictures. These were taken in public it seems, and were just as interesting if not more so than the first set. As my wife scrolled through the pictures, she had me close my eyes and then open them so I could see it picture full size on the screen in a flash. She reached down and stroked ever so gently my already rigid cock, saying, "I THOUGHT you would like these!"
Only 1/2 joking, I said, "You know I'd enjoy these pics a lot more if your mouth was wrapped around the base of my shaft!" Without hesitation quicker than it takes to tell a virtuoso performance was happening before my eyes as I struggled to keep them open as my eyes rolled up and my head lolled back...That was one of the quickest and most thoroughly draining blow jobs she has managed out of me in years. Sure in my mid twenties when could absolutely decide when I would come, she could draw it out forever in sweet torture if when wanted or suck me off in a minute if she wanted to. My cum was on tap at her demand. Now it seems that it takes a bit more to get the boys to give up their hot *spunk.
I am under no delusions that asking my dear wife to suck my cock while I view nudie pics sent to us by strangers on a regular basis is a good idea, but this once, it was HOT. Just in case this is something that she does want to repeat, I should probably have a good supply of such pics on hand. So if you have a picture or two that you past/present boyfriend/husband/amateur pornographer took of you with his camera/cellphone/Polaroid that you kinda want some one to ogle, but REALLY can't be letting it out all over the internet, feel free to send them to us. We promise to spank wisely over them. Send them to peepinourwindow (then the @ sign) yahoo.com.
K thnks bye
*spunk...this is a referance to a seriers of private messages my wife got from no doubt a 14 year old typing from a computer he built in his parents basement. In the first message, he noted (after having seeing a picture of the lovely Fellatio Artist in action..) ..that she was an 'experienced' woman (AND HOW!, sez I) and cold be of help to him.
He then went on to ask her 'advice'. He explained his dilemma was that he was blessed with apparently fine seminal fluid producing facilities and was a bit concerned with both the sheer volume of his output as well as the velocity with which his apparently impressive delivery system ejaculated it. He being a sensitive young man was concerned about the many eager younger girls that had in the past and would no doubt in the future perform that gentle gift that is my wife's art. His concern was that it might at times be uncomfortable for them. Not because of the jaw tiring effort to open wide and mind the teeth, but because of the possible intimidating effects of his firehose-like blast of, well, spunk.
Throughout his missive when ever he needed a noun to identify his precious seed, he chose spunk. It was a rather spunky communication. Rather than deleting it as she tends to do with such, his sheer transparent audacity captured her grin, and she composed a reply. Her response was lengthy and designed to sound clinical and basically advised him that whether the girl would be eager to gobble his bounty might hinge on taste. She advised him to take a bold swig of it himself and see if it slides down nicely or whether it requires an anti-bacterial soap chaser.
Quick to respond, he readily assured her that he had received no complaints, and that in point of fact several nymphs had waxed positive about the tasty goodness of his seed. Oh I mean his yummy spunk. He also assured her that he on occasion, being the sensitive guy that he was had pre-tested his spunk with his own palate to be assured that as ever the good host he was laying out a delicious feast of spunk for his bevy of cocksuckers.
This went on back and forth for several messages until I suspect his mom came home from work. He thanked The Fellatio Artist for her time and wisdom and announced grandly that he was going to ponder these things as he masturbated up a fresh load of spunk. She certainly hoped he could hold out long enough for some lucky young girl to get her eager throat around his throbbing member.
A few days ago on a forum we frequent there were some tiny tiny pictures posted by a new member on that forum. She apparently had pictures taken of herself that were too big for the size limitations of the forum. Whatever program she used to shrink them down to manageable size had made them avatar sized, and the rich detail was lost. Many protested that they couldn't see them, and she mentioned that she hadn't the means to optimize the size. Always proactive in the search of porn, I sent her a message offering to resize them for her. They came over as 2560x1920!!!!! I could see every goosebump on her delicious body. With trembling hands, I resized them to 800x600 and sent them back.
Last night I had dozed off, and The Wife comes in. "Wake up!" she said her whisper warm and humid in my ear...."You have GOT to see this!"
Turns out she had some new pictures. These were taken in public it seems, and were just as interesting if not more so than the first set. As my wife scrolled through the pictures, she had me close my eyes and then open them so I could see it picture full size on the screen in a flash. She reached down and stroked ever so gently my already rigid cock, saying, "I THOUGHT you would like these!"
Only 1/2 joking, I said, "You know I'd enjoy these pics a lot more if your mouth was wrapped around the base of my shaft!" Without hesitation quicker than it takes to tell a virtuoso performance was happening before my eyes as I struggled to keep them open as my eyes rolled up and my head lolled back...That was one of the quickest and most thoroughly draining blow jobs she has managed out of me in years. Sure in my mid twenties when could absolutely decide when I would come, she could draw it out forever in sweet torture if when wanted or suck me off in a minute if she wanted to. My cum was on tap at her demand. Now it seems that it takes a bit more to get the boys to give up their hot *spunk.
I am under no delusions that asking my dear wife to suck my cock while I view nudie pics sent to us by strangers on a regular basis is a good idea, but this once, it was HOT. Just in case this is something that she does want to repeat, I should probably have a good supply of such pics on hand. So if you have a picture or two that you past/present boyfriend/husband/amateur pornographer took of you with his camera/cellphone/Polaroid that you kinda want some one to ogle, but REALLY can't be letting it out all over the internet, feel free to send them to us. We promise to spank wisely over them. Send them to peepinourwindow (then the @ sign) yahoo.com.
K thnks bye
*spunk...this is a referance to a seriers of private messages my wife got from no doubt a 14 year old typing from a computer he built in his parents basement. In the first message, he noted (after having seeing a picture of the lovely Fellatio Artist in action..) ..that she was an 'experienced' woman (AND HOW!, sez I) and cold be of help to him.
He then went on to ask her 'advice'. He explained his dilemma was that he was blessed with apparently fine seminal fluid producing facilities and was a bit concerned with both the sheer volume of his output as well as the velocity with which his apparently impressive delivery system ejaculated it. He being a sensitive young man was concerned about the many eager younger girls that had in the past and would no doubt in the future perform that gentle gift that is my wife's art. His concern was that it might at times be uncomfortable for them. Not because of the jaw tiring effort to open wide and mind the teeth, but because of the possible intimidating effects of his firehose-like blast of, well, spunk.
Throughout his missive when ever he needed a noun to identify his precious seed, he chose spunk. It was a rather spunky communication. Rather than deleting it as she tends to do with such, his sheer transparent audacity captured her grin, and she composed a reply. Her response was lengthy and designed to sound clinical and basically advised him that whether the girl would be eager to gobble his bounty might hinge on taste. She advised him to take a bold swig of it himself and see if it slides down nicely or whether it requires an anti-bacterial soap chaser.
Quick to respond, he readily assured her that he had received no complaints, and that in point of fact several nymphs had waxed positive about the tasty goodness of his seed. Oh I mean his yummy spunk. He also assured her that he on occasion, being the sensitive guy that he was had pre-tested his spunk with his own palate to be assured that as ever the good host he was laying out a delicious feast of spunk for his bevy of cocksuckers.
This went on back and forth for several messages until I suspect his mom came home from work. He thanked The Fellatio Artist for her time and wisdom and announced grandly that he was going to ponder these things as he masturbated up a fresh load of spunk. She certainly hoped he could hold out long enough for some lucky young girl to get her eager throat around his throbbing member.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Frenzied Laptop Repair...The Geek
Our HP laptops are both PLAGUED by problems with power supply issues.They are completely different models, I think mine is based on an older HP laptop platform from before the merger with Compac, and hers is (since i have taken it apart 3 times now) I think an older Compac sub-notebook platform that was adapted and re-purposed to to fit a larger case that could accommodate a larger monitor than the originally designed small notebook.
The toddler (who tonight surprising no one interrupted a planned spanking induced endorphin releasing session) has repeatedly grabbed the cords and either damaged the cord or the socket or both. For what we have spent on circuit boards, power cords and aggravation we could easily buy a new laptop and fight over who gets the old HP. I used to LOVE all things HP, and owned nothing but, but I will not be purchasing from them again. The desktop sits dead downstairs. That HP lasted 18 months..(for a desktop!!!)
Anyway the rant got the better of me, but maybe if the engineers at HP (who I think are probably really competent) are reading sex blogs in frustration that corporate is letting sales guys and repurposing recommending accounting guys dictate how product is engineered, then my rant shall not be in vain. SO zip up boys and get back to work. If anyone from HP wants to send me a complimentary laptop to evaluate, I shall be delighted to praise it here if after my trial period of say 12 months plus a day I can still use it to type with.
Sorry readers for the digression, this post really is going to get kinky, bear with me...
Anyway what I wanted to say is that while my wife (who finally got the toddler asleep on her ample bosom) slept, somewhat satisfied but im need of some stripes across her ass, I fired up the laptop and went online. I went to a yahoo ID that she does not know (at the moment) the name of, and was delighted to find a recently acquired friend of mine was online.
We recently had another little trust/honesty session that was really fulfilling I think for us both.
This came up because we are now really enjoying our time on that site together it features erotic writing by amateur writers just venting the fantasies in their heads and my personal favorites a "Hey what do you think of this pic of me I just snapped" section. Between the 15 lb monster in out bed and the sex when she finally goes to sleep I was exhausted, so after seeing some of the feedback there to pics we posted and enjoying my wife's blush at the private messages some sent, I went to sleep with the yawning instruction that she was to lure some young girl onto yahoo for a chat and that I expected to see a hot transcript after my nap.
I awoke to her report that she was "too shy" to actually hit on a woman, but she had had a conversation with a guy about shy it is that she was up and horny and I slept. She admitted that she had sent a link to our blog so she could defend my manhood with an explanation of the yeoman's work I have been accomplishing lately and that I had earned my rest,
Up to this point we had by mutual agreement decided not to direct anyone we knew here so that we would be unfettered and free and unembarrassed by the filth. We had talked the night before about letting this person who we just met or that one have it, but we had held off, not on the principle itself, just that none had seemed "blog-worthy" (apologies to Seinfeld's classic "sponge worthy" episode). It wasn't a hard and fast rule at all that moth must agree or anything, just each time we finally agreed that they hadn't "earned" admission to our rose garden.
In this manner the story came out as to who it is that she had given the URL to, and I am more than OK with that. I actually feel a bit of a debt to the man, so if he is reading it now, I salute you sir. I shall at some point think of suitable recompense, like maybe an a picture of her ass with your initials reddened upon it. (we have been in spanking mode as of late.)
In turn, told her about my recent acquaintance in broad terms but haven't yet figured out a way to introduce the two.
I actually did something like that once and it turned out a little surreal, (imagine that). In the former case, I met a girl that was interested in crossdressed males, and helped me to connect preciously isolated (in my defensive and fragmented mind) incidents in my life with the words, "I am a crossdresser". Not to digress yet again in another random direction but despite having worn women's things in private at times and feeling silly and even dressing in bed with my wife once, I just refused to see myself that way. Denial is really powerful. So this girl helped me to figure out sizes and styles and deportment for what was my debutante to my wife. I eventually introduced the two, and they are now confidants, and the friend worries that my wife is enabling my compulsive issues with permissiveness, and that is without her knowing how out there we really have gotten as of late. If she really did know she'd be agasp, but in some ways she has a valid point.
Anyway, let me take this moment to publicly do what I should have done when I first met her. (The girl that is, not my wife. The girl was a child when I met my wife. Again with the antecedents.)
That said, I wanted to recap for my dear wife a bit of what happened after she went to sleep tonight. She of course knows about the typing all night because she opened an eye from time to time with resigned but loving resignation that I was on a manic roll. I shall attempt to atone by bringing her an ICY cold Diet Dr. Pepper in the 20 oz bottle (she swears that size tastes better) laden with caffeine to her work tomorrow.
I made sure she was OK with me giving this girl the Blog's URL and explained that I wanted to go onto Yahoo and chat, and that I might well work on the masturbation exercises she has assigned me as of late. Not that the girl directly indulges me, but hearing of some of her adventures often gets me going in a voyeuristic, pervy way. She smiled sleepily and wished me well.
I talked to Randomly Met Online Girl at length like this:
I said (2:06 AM): not paranoid, she really can see if she opens her eyes,but the great news...
The toddler (who tonight surprising no one interrupted a planned spanking induced endorphin releasing session) has repeatedly grabbed the cords and either damaged the cord or the socket or both. For what we have spent on circuit boards, power cords and aggravation we could easily buy a new laptop and fight over who gets the old HP. I used to LOVE all things HP, and owned nothing but, but I will not be purchasing from them again. The desktop sits dead downstairs. That HP lasted 18 months..(for a desktop!!!)
Anyway the rant got the better of me, but maybe if the engineers at HP (who I think are probably really competent) are reading sex blogs in frustration that corporate is letting sales guys and repurposing recommending accounting guys dictate how product is engineered, then my rant shall not be in vain. SO zip up boys and get back to work. If anyone from HP wants to send me a complimentary laptop to evaluate, I shall be delighted to praise it here if after my trial period of say 12 months plus a day I can still use it to type with.
Sorry readers for the digression, this post really is going to get kinky, bear with me...
Anyway what I wanted to say is that while my wife (who finally got the toddler asleep on her ample bosom) slept, somewhat satisfied but im need of some stripes across her ass, I fired up the laptop and went online. I went to a yahoo ID that she does not know (at the moment) the name of, and was delighted to find a recently acquired friend of mine was online.
We recently had another little trust/honesty session that was really fulfilling I think for us both.
My wife and I that is, not the girl and I. ~really got to watch to be sure that the antecedent to the pronoun is clear in my prose~ I haven't had occasion to lie to my friend as of yet, but I don't know her that well yet.In the course of the session where she granted trust freely with no quid pro quo expected, I offered honesty. Partly because she also had made a minor disclosure in that in 'checking' up on me at a site she knows I have, er well gotten entangled in before, she met an honorable gentleman who helped her to see me in a new light. Whether her new perspective on my character flaws is accurate or not, I am grateful to him for the solace he gave her. In short he is a happily married man more or less my age, who was on the very site that concerned her. He explained to her in sincere terms his love for his own wife and that nothing that his wife did or didn't do propelled him in anyway to that site, and that he was far from looking for a replacement but was simply as I understand it (third hand at least by now) looking to meet some of his sexual interests or needs without placing unreasonable demands on his wife who, as he sees it has a bit lower level of interest in these things than he. I don't know that that directly translates for us, but it did help my wife feel better. In our case its really strictly my issues, I sometimes crave sneaky secrecy for its own sake. I love voyeurism for its own sake as well.
This came up because we are now really enjoying our time on that site together it features erotic writing by amateur writers just venting the fantasies in their heads and my personal favorites a "Hey what do you think of this pic of me I just snapped" section. Between the 15 lb monster in out bed and the sex when she finally goes to sleep I was exhausted, so after seeing some of the feedback there to pics we posted and enjoying my wife's blush at the private messages some sent, I went to sleep with the yawning instruction that she was to lure some young girl onto yahoo for a chat and that I expected to see a hot transcript after my nap.
I awoke to her report that she was "too shy" to actually hit on a woman, but she had had a conversation with a guy about shy it is that she was up and horny and I slept. She admitted that she had sent a link to our blog so she could defend my manhood with an explanation of the yeoman's work I have been accomplishing lately and that I had earned my rest,
Up to this point we had by mutual agreement decided not to direct anyone we knew here so that we would be unfettered and free and unembarrassed by the filth. We had talked the night before about letting this person who we just met or that one have it, but we had held off, not on the principle itself, just that none had seemed "blog-worthy" (apologies to Seinfeld's classic "sponge worthy" episode). It wasn't a hard and fast rule at all that moth must agree or anything, just each time we finally agreed that they hadn't "earned" admission to our rose garden.
In this manner the story came out as to who it is that she had given the URL to, and I am more than OK with that. I actually feel a bit of a debt to the man, so if he is reading it now, I salute you sir. I shall at some point think of suitable recompense, like maybe an a picture of her ass with your initials reddened upon it. (we have been in spanking mode as of late.)
In turn, told her about my recent acquaintance in broad terms but haven't yet figured out a way to introduce the two.
I actually did something like that once and it turned out a little surreal, (imagine that). In the former case, I met a girl that was interested in crossdressed males, and helped me to connect preciously isolated (in my defensive and fragmented mind) incidents in my life with the words, "I am a crossdresser". Not to digress yet again in another random direction but despite having worn women's things in private at times and feeling silly and even dressing in bed with my wife once, I just refused to see myself that way. Denial is really powerful. So this girl helped me to figure out sizes and styles and deportment for what was my debutante to my wife. I eventually introduced the two, and they are now confidants, and the friend worries that my wife is enabling my compulsive issues with permissiveness, and that is without her knowing how out there we really have gotten as of late. If she really did know she'd be agasp, but in some ways she has a valid point.
Anyway, let me take this moment to publicly do what I should have done when I first met her. (The girl that is, not my wife. The girl was a child when I met my wife. Again with the antecedents.)
Randomly Met Online Girl, this is my wife, The Fellatio Artist. The Artist (formerly known as just, Dear) this is a great Girl I Met Randomly Online.
That said, I wanted to recap for my dear wife a bit of what happened after she went to sleep tonight. She of course knows about the typing all night because she opened an eye from time to time with resigned but loving resignation that I was on a manic roll. I shall attempt to atone by bringing her an ICY cold Diet Dr. Pepper in the 20 oz bottle (she swears that size tastes better) laden with caffeine to her work tomorrow.
I made sure she was OK with me giving this girl the Blog's URL and explained that I wanted to go onto Yahoo and chat, and that I might well work on the masturbation exercises she has assigned me as of late. Not that the girl directly indulges me, but hearing of some of her adventures often gets me going in a voyeuristic, pervy way. She smiled sleepily and wished me well.
I talked to Randomly Met Online Girl at length like this:
I said (2:05 AM): hi!!!!
She said (2:05 AM): HI!
I said(2:05 AM): I am in bed next to my wife who may or may not be reading over my shoulder
She said (2:06 AM): Hehe, you're paranoid... hopefullyI said (2:06 AM): not paranoid, she really can see if she opens her eyes,but the great news...
I said (2:06 AM): its ok!
I said (2:07 AM): I have mentioned our friendship
I said (2:07 AM): she and I are both on *********** together even posted pics
She said (2:07 AM): Yay!
She said (2:07 AM): I am proud of you both!
I said (2:08 AM): anyway...
I said (2:08 AM): we have everything out in the open
I said (2:09 AM): She even, while she was hurt last week because she suspected I was on, had made an acquaintance that for her is similar to the way you and I talk
She said (2:09 AM): Cool
She said(2:09 AM): How are you with that?
I said (2:10 AM): he helped her see that he, like I loves his wife,and he,and I being on ************* aren't there because we aren't fulfilled at home
I said (2:10 AM): I'm cool with it...
She said (2:11 AM): Good,
I said (2:11 AM): she did send him a link to our sex blog through chat, and I was feeling a little guilty about wanting to have done the same with you, but I hadn't linked you..we have decided we are both cool with giving out the address so I'm sending you there.
So she and I chatted on, after several miscues since she is on some sort of portable device she was able to reach the blog and read. She was complementary of the writing and the pictures and (I beamed) my nails, ~the were press-ons but I wasn't sure anyone noticed~
She gave me some descriptive details about a DVD that apparently reading our blog prompted her to pop into the player, and I was in fact practicing my masturbatory skills imagining what she might be thinking about reading the blog. It felt really weird with a sleeping wife and toddler in the bed. It was at this moment that I got the low battery message and was barely able to diagnose the problem. (fatal decapitation of the entire end of the cord) before I lost power entirely. (And you thought the beginning was irrelevant!)
In the light for the bathroom I anxiously performed surgery on the cord armed with mere fingernail scissors. I twisted the wires into place, crossing my fingers that the 50% chance that the polarity wasn't reversed would pay off for me before I hit the big whammy on a the expensive battery. This impressive procedure was done entirely by feel because at age 40 my eyesight for close work inexplicably failed especially in low light conditions, probably would have happened at 30 if my mother hadn't so lovingly delayed my masturbatory pursuits. I still have 20/15 and 20/20 for distance but haven't for days been able to find the glasses I need to read a soup can.
It worked.
What was really beautiful about the moment though was not the bask in my geeky competence with all things mechanical, but not electrical unless it is a mechanical connection...
It was that I felt confidant of the reply I would have gotten if I had nudged my dear sleeping wife and said, can I borrow your laptop, there is a cute girl I was chatting with and my laptop died. The ONLY reason I would have hesitated was I wouldn't have wanted to disturb her already interrupted and poor quality sleep.
Ironically, my friend had to sign off abruptly not to long after I got back on, but not off. I suspect that she is unfortunately not in a place where absolute trust and honesty is workable in her home. I hope that one way or another she and the other readers if any that have soldiered on through this massive missive find a happy and comfortable balance in their lives between privacy/honesty/openness and trust in their lives too. It feels really nice like a longslowsoftbackrub which my wife has earned more than the spankings she craves currently.
So she and I chatted on, after several miscues since she is on some sort of portable device she was able to reach the blog and read. She was complementary of the writing and the pictures and (I beamed) my nails, ~the were press-ons but I wasn't sure anyone noticed~
She gave me some descriptive details about a DVD that apparently reading our blog prompted her to pop into the player, and I was in fact practicing my masturbatory skills imagining what she might be thinking about reading the blog. It felt really weird with a sleeping wife and toddler in the bed. It was at this moment that I got the low battery message and was barely able to diagnose the problem. (fatal decapitation of the entire end of the cord) before I lost power entirely. (And you thought the beginning was irrelevant!)
In the light for the bathroom I anxiously performed surgery on the cord armed with mere fingernail scissors. I twisted the wires into place, crossing my fingers that the 50% chance that the polarity wasn't reversed would pay off for me before I hit the big whammy on a the expensive battery. This impressive procedure was done entirely by feel because at age 40 my eyesight for close work inexplicably failed especially in low light conditions, probably would have happened at 30 if my mother hadn't so lovingly delayed my masturbatory pursuits. I still have 20/15 and 20/20 for distance but haven't for days been able to find the glasses I need to read a soup can.
It worked.
What was really beautiful about the moment though was not the bask in my geeky competence with all things mechanical, but not electrical unless it is a mechanical connection...
It was that I felt confidant of the reply I would have gotten if I had nudged my dear sleeping wife and said, can I borrow your laptop, there is a cute girl I was chatting with and my laptop died. The ONLY reason I would have hesitated was I wouldn't have wanted to disturb her already interrupted and poor quality sleep.
Ironically, my friend had to sign off abruptly not to long after I got back on, but not off. I suspect that she is unfortunately not in a place where absolute trust and honesty is workable in her home. I hope that one way or another she and the other readers if any that have soldiered on through this massive missive find a happy and comfortable balance in their lives between privacy/honesty/openness and trust in their lives too. It feels really nice like a longslowsoftbackrub which my wife has earned more than the spankings she craves currently.
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