I told her to undress, so she did. I sat on the edge of her bed and told her to lean over my knees so I could spank her bum. Eagerly, she complied. She said “yes” when I asked her if she was sure, and I spanked her. Around the fifth time, she started squirming, and I reminded her that we had another twenty-odd to go. Another two, and she asked me to stop. When I told her that she couldn’t stop, she begged offering anything else, so I said I’d like to use her ass for other purposes. She readily agreed, though she warned that she hadn’t prepared and offered to. I told her that we’d be fine.

I wanted to eat her pussy. In preparation, I got the lube out. First, we kissed (and made up) and I worked my way down her short body with a brief stop at her breasts until I was kissing her clit. I lubed my fingers and was planning to prepare her ass for a visit, but I slid in a couple into her pussy as I ate her. Two became three and then four. Without warning, I followed my notion to fist her. I lathered on more lube and worked my four fingers back in as I continued to lick her clit and curled my fingers pulled in my thumb into a fist and exerted more pressure until I managed to get my whole hand inside of her. I kept eating with my fist in her until she came, and she came hard. She asked me not to stop. I joked that she wasn’t going to be done until we reached 25, but I kept rocking and twisting my fist inside her pussy as I ate her until she came again. Now she was spent. She said, “Just use me. I want to please you. That’s my gift to you.”

I pulled out my fist slowly and replaced it with my cock. I am pretty sure I could have fucked her for days she was so loosened by the fisting, so I asked her to suck my cock. She smiled deviously, and deepthroated me without having to be asked. The lube on my cock probably helped, too. I was pleased. She came up and looked me in the eye smiling, knowing this. She went down deep again…and again…and again. I know I had wanted her bum, but I was enjoying this so much. I reminded her of my original intention, and she paused to ask me if that would please me. I told her that I am sure it would but that I didn’t want to stop this either. When she said, “I want to feel you in my ass,” my decision was made.

She got on her knees, but I told her I wanted her on her back, so she rolled over. I lubed up and stroked her pussy a couple of times, but it was still too loose. Somehow, it only just dawned on me that not only hadn’t we “prepped” her bottom, I had been focusing so much on fisting her pussy, that I never loosened up her ass. My cock was already very hard, and I was pretty horny and looking for a place to cum. I inserted a lubed finger into her ass and quickly replaced it with my cock.

Without the prep, I was trying to be especially slow and careful. I just rocked the head of my lubed cock on her asshole until it slid in. I waited for her to accommodate it. When she signaled that she was ready, I slathered on some more lube and penetrated deeper until I was all the way in. Once there, I leaned back to observe my cock in her ass and her splayed pussy. Her pussy is usually very hidden, but not now. It actually looked especially raw. I watched my cock slide in and out of her bum a few times, and then I lay down on her body and pumped her ass. All in all, it was very satisfying when I came. I just lay on top of her with my cock in her ass until I lost my erection and it slid out a few minutes after.  Despite the lack of preparation, there was no mess. We did shower before heading back to work.

As usual, we spent time at her place at lunch yesterday afternoon. It hasn’t happened too often, but she was in the middle of her period. I ate her, and we fucked anyway. No big deal. Nothing a shower can’t cure. Back to work…

On the day he called, when I got home from work, she told me about his call and asked if I would mind. We talked a bit and she suggested that we hook up together for a 3-way, but then she thought that he might prefer some private time. I proposed that we get together on Friday evening at a hotel—Us, WarDaddy, and Jake (and maybe Kate). She already had plans for Kate. We later decided that it might be weird for Kate, and so we ruled that out as an option. I ended up calling Kate and telling her I had other plans and would take a rain check. My wife called WarDaddy the next day to see if he would be OK with the plan. He wasn’t exactly, but she told him that we’d all meet together but that they would spend the night together in the hotel. He was fine with that idea.

Late afternoon on Friday, my wife and I booked a suite and met Jake at the hotel restaurant. WarDaddy showed up not long thereafter. We ordered and chatted over drinks, plus my wife had a couple of Valiums on board. After we ate, we went up to the room. It was an ordinary suite with a separate living and sleeping area, which had a king bed. We made ourselves at home, and my wife broke out one of the two bottles of wine she had brought with us.

I thought it would be fun to break the ice, as it were, with a game of strip poker. It’s worked before, so I figured what the hell. Strip poker never goes well for my wife. Not that we play much, but she doesn’t wear many clothes—no under clothes—, and she tends not to wear socks and shoes in doors, so it’s pretty much her blouse and her skirt, and it’s game over. We would play until all but one person was naked.

My wife lost her skirt on the first hand, and Jake and WarDaddy each lost a sock. She won the second hand, but everybody else just lost socks again. Third hand, and my wife was fully naked. For effect, she cupped her breasts and showed them off, tweaking her nipples to make them come to attention. She said she still wanted to play, but we talked her out of it in favour of getting the game over faster. The winner would get first dibs on sex.

WarDaddy was naked next followed by me. Jake won, and he still had several hands of padding before he would have lost. Jake decided that he wanted to start with a blowjob, but first he wanted my wife to stand in the centre of the room and do a backbend for at least a minute, and he wanted her to start sucking his dick from that position. It was an odd request, but interesting.

My wife was pretty wobbly at this point, so I had to help her into position. She may have even taken another Valium or two, so pretty she was out of it anyway. I have to say, she was quite the sight to see in that position. I definitely had the urge to fuck her like that. By the time she was set, Jake had finished undressing and had his cock in her mouth in no time. Note to self: this is decidedly not a good blowjob position, though it looks like it would be nice.

While she was able to support herself, I decided to eat her pussy. It was very accessible to say the least. Unfortunately, she was so out of it that she couldn’t hold herself up for very long, and she collapsed to the floor. We decided that the bed would make more sense, and so we moved into the bedroom area.

We had to escort my wife to the bed, she was so inebriated. She was wasted, but in full participation. She told WarDaddy that she wanted to suck his cock next. The winner already had gotten his reward, and there would be more for everyone.  WarDaddy lay on the bed, and my wife bent over him to give him head. Just to put on a show, she took him all the way down her throat, and WarDaddy just writhed and squirmed. Jake asked her to stroke his cock, too. Being prepared, we had plenty of lube standing by. I may have the order of events not fully captured, but the idea remains the same. I positioned myself under her to give her head as she gave him head, but I could tell that she was going to be too drunk to cum. I figured that I’d just start fucking her whilst she was occupied sucking his cock.

I didn’t want to cum, so I pulled out and asked Jake if he wanted some pussy. Needless to say, he did. He kept fucking, and she kept sucking. He came before WarDaddy, and my wife said she wanted to ride WarDaddy, so she climbed up and mounted him. Jake wanted her to suck his less than erect cock, so she did for a bit.

I lubed up her ass. I knew what I wanted, her pussy being occupied already. Once my fingers had her loosened up enough, I slid my cock into her bum. She stopped rocking on WarDaddy, and he waited until I was ready. After a few strokes, WarDaddy began rocking his hips, too.  My wife just relaxed and enjoyed the attention. Jake had had enough, and he came. Then she cleaned off his cock with her mouth. I continued to fuck her ass from as she fondled the other two. Not too much longer, and I came, too.

After we finished, she said that the least she could get was a massage, and so we oiled her up and rubbed her down for at least half an hour. She took WarDaddy’s cock into her mouth again, and he was ready for round two. I wasn’t sure I’d be up for another round, but I thought I’d take a quick shower just in case.  Well, I thought it was a quick shower, anyway, but by the time I got back, he had already cum again.

We just started joking around, as there was a sexual lull. My wife lamented that she should have brought her vibrator, so she could get herself off, then she said, “somebody eat me for fuck sake.”  I knew that neither Jake nor WarDaddy had strong oral inclinations, but I wasn’t all that interested in eating her pussy that had just had a couple of deposits. I didn’t know where WarDaddy came last when I was showering, so it may have been three. I decided that I’d brave it out and go down on her. At first Jake tried to get her to suck his cock again, but after a while she told him to wait because she needed to concentrate. After another ten minutes or so we could tell that she wasn’t going to cum, so she decided to take matters into her own hands and put on a masturbation show. When she still couldn’t get herself off, she asked someone to fuck her whilst she diddled herself.

Jake took that cue and found a nice home for his eager cock. He had to have fucked her for half an hour, forty minutes or so. He came. She didn’t, so she took a break, eventually teasing and asking when she could expect another round. She was way out of it, slurring her words and loosing focus, and then she asked, “Who wants to fuck my ass?” as she looked at WarDaddy.

I’m not sure whether she had forgotten that she had already done that, but when WarDaddy declined, she started to give him more head until he was hard again. She told him that she wanted to feel his cock in her ass. He had already had two entrances, and he needed to take the third. Reluctantly or otherwise, he complied. Jake just played with her tits, and I decided to see if a blowjob would perk me up, too. It did.

It was taking Jake forever to cum, so she stopped sucking my cock in order to give him vocal encouragement—porn star talk. She just rested her head and shoulders on the mattress and had her ass way up in the air, and WarDaddy was frantically pumping and trying to get off. He was sweating like a proverbial pig, and he just looked tired. He might have been tired, but his cock looked like it had plenty of life left in it. Finally, he said, “I’m not much into butt fucking. Nothing personal, but I didn’t really ask for this,” to which my wife answered, “Just fuck my pussy then.” Before I could tell him that this was a bad idea, he had switched holes. My wife would have never allowed this, much less request this, if she had not been so wasted. At this point it was already too late (though afterwards I gave WarDaddy some advice not to double-dip). WarDaddy said he needed to finish in missionary position, and so they did.

It was getting late, but I had another hard on I wanted to get rid of. As I fucked her, it looked like she had passed out. I figured I take the opportunity to fuck her ass again, this time in missionary position because I didn’t want to disturb her. By the time I was ready to cum, she was awake again.

Now it was really late, she wanted to sleep, and Jake had to get home. She had told WarDaddy that they would spend the night alone together, and so I left, too.

WarDaddy dropped her off at the house, and when she got home she filled me in on the details. As it turned out, she didn’t fully remember most of the evening, but she said she gave WarDaddy a morning blowjob before they left. She would have slept in longer, but WarDaddy woke her.  She said she enjoyed what she remembered, but I am pretty sure she won’t be up for this again any time soon.

All of this said, Kathy and I had a nice time on Wednesday, and I am, in the mood to write—with a couple of minutes to do so. Kathy and I still only hook up at her place. It’s the safest for both of us. It’s better not to risk being seen together romantically. One of the things I like most about Kathy is that she is more eager to please than either Kate or my wife. Kate will do stuff, but she is moody about it. My wife will do stuff, but much of the time involves a bribe of one sort or another. Kathy just says “whatever,” and does it.

Even though Kathy seems to be open to just about anything I’ve suggested, I don’t take advantage of her. Mainly because I am satisfied with our activity together, and I guess I am not all that motivated for more. You know: been there, done that. We’ve done some light S&M and B&D, but it’s all been for her sake. I am pretty sure I’ve posted about that here before, but I don’t feel like looking. She hasn’t asked for more than we’ve, and so I keep it simple. Sometimes I feel like she’s just going along to humour me. I can’t always tell what she likes and doesn’t like because she is always up for whatever, and she always says she had a good time.

This past Wednesday, I was thinking that I hadn’t had any deepthroat in a while. My wife has been on a long oral kick, but she hasn’t been in the mood for deepthroat. Rather than push her, I figured I’d just get it where the getting’s good. So when Kathy and I got together, I suggested that she do that. As usual, I got her off first. Reflecting back, I never lose focus on how different Kathy is from Kate and the two are from each other. They each act very different and look very different to each other; they smell and taste different, too.

Thinking back, Kathy has such a tiny vulva, my wife is “medium,” and Kate has large, protruding labia. Kate has tiny breasts and nipples, Kathy has moderate breasts and odd pink nipples, and my wife has large breasts with large dark nipples. Viva la difference. From behind, Kate is thin with almost no shape, my wife has a nice ass with curves, and Kathy, well, she kinda has a larger ass. Despite these differences, I like them each for different reasons. The only thing they seem to have in common (besides me) is they are all brunettes; but, of course, I prefer brunettes to blondes anyway. I’ve never quite understood the whole blonde thing—especially the fake blonde thing.

Anyway, I ate Kathy’s little pussy and considered doing soixante-neuf, but just after the idea popped into my head, she came. As usual, she had shaved when she showered before work in the morning. After she came, we did get into a sixty-nine position, and she sat on my face, but she wasn’t having any luck deepthroating me. So she lay down alongside of me and gave me head from that position. This seemed to work out better anyway, and I had the added benefit of being able to watch her more closely. There is no better sight that I can think of than watching a woman deliver a nice blowjob, and there is no better feeling than that of my cock entering her throat, and again, and again.

I hadn’t suggested deepthroat for quite a while, but she had no trouble getting right into the swing of things. She always seems so gracious when she goes down deep. My wife gives great head and does deepthroat, but she is still hesitant. The same goes for Kate; she is somewhat reluctant or resistant. Kathy on the other hand just seems eager to please, and there is something to be said for that. Really, no matter what we decide to do together, she always has an attitude of “let’s do it; this should be fun.” She didn’t start out like that. She was always willing, but in a curious way. Nowadays, she is will and able; she has confidence, too. I didn’t even need to tell her to go down all the way when I was ready to cum. She just did it naturally until I was empty. I did mention that we should do this much more frequently.

I am pretty sure I am not going to bother Kate about it because between Kathy and my wife, I want more than just blowjobs. Some people may disagree, but I need more variety. I am thinking of shooting for anal, but we’ll see how it goes.

About a month ago I got a voice message from my first wife. She got divorced again, and she wanted to know if I wanted to get together with her…to talk. Not in a million years.

Kate was out of the picture for quite a while, but now she’s back in…sort of. Jake and I work together, or at least we run into each other at work. Things haven’t really changed between him and his wife, but he won’t admit it. About a month ago or so, we took lunch together and we got on the subject of our respective sex lives. He said everything was fine, and I said mine was fine, too.

I mentioned that I missed getting together on Fridays and suggested we try again. He said that he was interested, but he seemed to have reservations. He said he’d check in with Kate and get back to me.

I didn’t press the issue, but I called my wife and asked her to check in with Kate. Kate’s story was different to Jake’s. They were back in some marital rut again, and she had pretty much cut Jake off again, and she was feeling rather depressed about it all. My wife suggested that the two of them get together to talk, and they did. It was the same old story—lost flame, no romance, money issues, and so on.

Before they got together, my wife and I talked over some suggestions. I can’t say for sure how the conversation went exactly, but it had to have gone something along these lines. My wife told Kate that she missed getting together—and that especially I missed Kate, which wasn’t entirely untrue. When Kate appeared to be interested but said that she wasn’t really in the mood, my wife suggested that they swap husbands. Apparently, Kate wasn’t even taken aback and loved the idea. She asked that my wife wouldn’t mind, and she told her that it might be fun.

To make a long story longer, my wife called Jake at work the next day or so after—and she and I had discussed it. We weren’t planning to let Jake in on the secret between us three. She told Jake that I would be away for the evening on Friday and asked if he was doing anything; if not, could he stop over to keep her company. (I told my wife it would have been better if Kate was listening in on the phone call.) He said he could stop over for a while in the evening, and he did. I arranged to hook up with Kate.

It had been a while, so we just talked for a bit to get reacquainted. We sat on her sofa, and she had a couple of glasses of wine to relax as we talked. I think we covered the same ground that she and my wife had covered: Jake, her marriage, their troubles, and so on. She also talked about how bad she felt—even though she was doing the same thing—that Jake would sneak around behind her back, but that she didn’t blame him and that they didn’t have the best communication in their marriage.

Not wanting to spend the entire evening chatting, I changed the topic as gracefully as I could. I told her that I missed our time together, that I felt it was special. She said she felt the same way, and I moved nearer to her and massaged the nape of her neck. I told her that she felt tense and offered to help her to relax. She said she was comfortable where we were when I asked her if she wanted to go up to the bedroom.

She went into the kitchen to pour herself another glass of wine. Returning, she set her glass on an end table and removed her blouse and then her bra before lying face down on the sofa. I had forgotten how much I liked her tiny tits, but in an instant they were pressed into the sofa out of sight.

I positioned myself above her and continued massaging her neck, scalp, and shoulders, working my way down to the small of her back. I was already quite turn on, but I kept my clothes on. Leaning over, I nibbled on her neck and earlobes. She seemed to be into it, but I moved to kiss her down her back, where I kneaded her ass through her skirt. Then I hiked her skirt up to her waist and slid her panties down to her knees and continued working on her ass. Not wanting to seem too eager, I kept massaging down the length of her legs, removing her panties along the way, but then I worked my way back up, and she parted her legs enough for me to reach her pussy with my hand. She lifted her hips to make it more accessible. Likely, it goes without saying that she was wet.

I ran a couple fingers along her slit and slid in one and then two, thumbing her accessible asshole. I’d say she was definitely horny. When I nudged her to roll onto her back, she got up and finished undressing. I followed suit. She lay back down on her sofa, and without skipping a beat, I went down on her. Well, actually, I did skip a few beats to kiss her tiny nipples on the way down.

I had hoped she would have shaven, but she hadn’t. No matter, she was delicious. I just dove in and made myself at home until she came. She seemed very grateful. I climbed up her body to kiss her, and I easily worked my cock into her relaxed pussy. Then I asked her to roll onto her knees to do it doggy style. She did, and I got back to business. As I screwed her from behind, I worked my thumb into her ass again.

I told her that I really wanted her to blow me, and so we switched positions. I was pretty close to cumming anyway, and it didn’t take long for her to get me off. She swallowed without incident, and I asked her if she wanted to cum again. She did, so I went down on her again. It took a little longer the second time around, but I think she felt it was worth the wait. She asked if I wanted to try for two, too, so I gave it a shot. She went down on me for about five minutes, but it wasn’t happening. I didn’t think it would work, but it was worth the attempt. I told that I’d be willing to go for three with her, but she said she’d take a rain cheque.

Instead, we just sat and kissed and talked. I was playing with her tits, and she’d grab my cock every now and again for signs of life in between caresses. We got around to the topic of our marriages. I told her that I was happy with mine, but that I would love to spend more time with her, and that she should give Jake some space, too. She agreed, and she said that she just wasn’t very happy with Jake—that he was a “nice guy” and all, and she was nice, too, but that they were missing that spark. She said she felt that we had a spark. I told her that I felt it, too, but that is was more the novelty of having an affair with no responsibilities. With Jake, she had to worry about bills, and meals, and laundry, and mortgage payments, none of which leads to romance or intimacy.

I suggested that we reconvene our Friday evening rendez-vous, but that we let Jake in on the secret—not necessarily about this particular night, but going forward. I told her that I was pretty sure that my wife would be into it. She liked the idea, and we’ve met for the past odd-month. As it was conveyed to me, she flat out told Jake that she wanted to hook up with us again as a couple. When we went to their place, she proposed that we simply swap. Jake didn’t need to be asked twice. My wife was obviously on the inside of the deal, and so she was quick to agree. That night, we just went into separate rooms with each other’s spouse, but after that we just traded houses.

This past Friday, when we were still in foreplay mode I asked Kate about her sex life with Jake. She told me that they literally hadn’t had sex together in months, but she was glad that he had my wife and that she had me. She also said that things were actually more pleasant around the house. She told me that she felt the “obligation” to have sex with Jake was more of a burden that she would have thought. Interesting, I suppose. I think Jake was also in a better mood having his sexual needs met. My wife says that all Jake wants to do is fuck missionary style, but she mixes it up a bit.

Kate has been shaven each time after our first meeting, so that is a plus. Not that we go hog wild or anything, but she is pretty much into anything I suggest, so we have a good time together. I suggested that the four of us get together again, but she is more reluctant about that. She says she’ll tell me when she’s in the mood. I kinda thought that Jake should have some access to his own wife. It’s not like she is the only person I have sex with. I have my own wife and still have Kathy on the sidelines. Jake only has my wife once a week. He was pushing for Saturday mornings again, but my wife told him that I would be around, and we have standing plans.

Well, so I am not sure that I’ll have anything more to post for a while. It’s sort of all roughly the same; and I as I said I am terribly busy these days. I’ll post when I am in the mood and have the time.

Among women who had vaginal sex in their last encounter, the percentage who said they reached orgasm was 65. Among those who received oral sex, it was 81. But among those who had anal sex, it was 94. Anal sex outscored cunnilingus.

Bottoms up!

With Ativan (A), she gets extremely uninhibited and will do roughly anything. The problem is on A she can’t cum. With Xanax (X), she becomes uninhibited and will do most everything, but sometimes it comes with hesitation. With Valium (V), she becomes less inhibited but still exhibits inhibitions. On both V and X she cums just fine.

She prefers these things to alcohol, though she often has a little of both. Like the V, we made an agreement that if I could supply the X, she’d pay in trade. We keep things simple, so the arrangement goes something like this, sort of like an à la carte menu:

• 1x
• Shave before sex
• Blowjob
• Deepthroat
• Swallow
• 69
• 2x
• Anal

So, if she shaves before anal, that would be 3; a deepthroat blowjob ending with a swallow makes 3; shaving beforehand would make it 4; and so on.

So when she calls me at work, it is less about her interest in sex and more about the X. Still, it’s sweet. That’s why the other day she decided against using a tissue, opting to swallow instead for 2.  It works out well for both of us.

Even better, it doesn’t break the bank. She always wants at least 2 (because she prefers 2mg at a time) and has gotten up to 4 before. Technically, she can get up to 5 (so she can save some for later) by doing all of the 1x list, but she hasn’t been in the mood for 69 in quite a while, and which is half the reason it is on the list in the first place. Still, she hasn’t taken that option.

X costs about US$2.75 a piece, so you do the math. It’s very cost effective, averaging about $5.50 a session with an upper limit of $13.75, and that won’t happen often. Even for the usual, a regular (read: excellent) blowjob where she swallows for $5.50, she is happy with her 2x, and I am happy with good head. It’s sort of win-win.

She calls herself my “little hooker wife,” and that’s fine with me. Where else could I get even half the bargain at twice the price? She gives the best sex around, and when she’s in the mood (read: on X), she’s even better. I call myself “lucky.”

Here’s the deal: if I thought that she’d stay hot, it would be a no-brainer. The problem is that she could go cold at any moment, and so I want to keep my options open. It’s not as much that I am unlikely to be able to have sex twice within an hour—though that’s true; rather, I can’t justify taking a 3 hour lunch to accommodate even if I could.  The only thing that prevents my wife from calling me after Kathy and I have had sex, is that she assumes that my lunch break is at a given time, and I don’t have a lot of flexibility. This means that even if she did call later in the afternoon, I’d be somewhat unavailable—even if I wanted to take a break. This doesn’t do much for the evening, but she is not a night-sex person, so that works in my favour.

Last Wednesday, my wife called and asked if I’d like to come home for a blowjob, and I had standing plans for Kathy. Kathy is understanding enough, but she has become perturbed when our plans fall through. She liked it when things were more predictable.

In any case, my wife said that she was horny and wanted me to come home for lunch. I told her I had some work to do over lunch, and so she asked me to come home when I was done. I told her that my afternoon looked pretty busy, too, so she told me that I should come home, fuck her in the ass and work later to make up for it. Well, that was easy enough. I couldn’t really argue the point, so I agreed and had to give Kathy a rain check, and she didn’t argue either.

I managed to head home for lunch, and my wife was waiting, and she had already “prepared.” She said that since I was in a hurry, she didn’t want me to eat her, but she did want a warm up massage. So I gave her one. She didn’t need me to eat her, because she was going to mount the vibrator when we screwed.

She put her mouth on my cock for a few seconds just to prime the pump as it were. Then she knelt over her vibrator whilst I just worked on relaxing her bum. I waited until I thought she was just about to cum before I replaced my fingers with my cock in her ass. Although she wasn’t as far along as I thought, she did cum hard a couple minutes later, and I could focus on myself.

In a few more minutes, she came again and had had enough of her vibrator. I suggested that she roll over so I could screw her on her back. She was game, and she changed position. I do like fucking her ass whilst she is on her back. I propped myself up and watched my cock going in and out of her ass, all the while enjoying the view of her smooth parted pussy. And then I came. It was a nice way to spend lunch.

When we were done she said that she wanted to get a dildo to use on my ass when she sucked my cock. I told her to get one. No worries.

On Tuesday, I shaved my balls before work, as we had already made plans to hook up at lunchtime. She was frantic and not really in the mood come that time, so she was just going to give me head after she got a massage. I didn’t say anything, as I wanted to surprise her.

We undressed to massage her, and when she was ready I lied on my back to receive her skills. She pulled out some tissue, which usually means she doesn’t intend to swallow, but she caught herself saying, “I don’t need this. I’m going to swallow your cum.” Music to my ears.

She sat on me and rubbed her pussy on my cock and swung her breasts in my face, so I indulged a bit. Then she started with some slow to moderate sucking. She wasn’t going too fast or too deep, but her mind was distracted. After a few minutes, she still hadn’t noticed. Not only didn’t she suck my balls, she didn’t even fondle them. She usually does this to tell how close I am to cuming.

Feeling that I was getting somewhat close to cuming, I thought she would finish without having noticed, so I told her that I had a surprise. I’m not sure what she was expecting, but she was not amused. I told her that I loved surprises, and she responded that I got a surprise about a week and a half ago with some anal. (Note to self: surprise anal can be messy.)

Finally, I told her that I shaved my balls. When she asked why, I reminded her that she had asked. She didn’t remember, but she immediately fondled them for a quick while, and then she returned to sucking my cock.

Although it was yet another awesome  blowjob. When she was done, she took my balls into her mouth. All in all it was fun. I think I’ll shave them next time just because.

First, my wife hooked up on Ashley Madison. She was on there for less than a month and hooked up with two guys, one of which that got past Starbucks. It was an interesting experience, and she got a good deal of interest from men. She was trying for a three-way, but it never happened. I signed up, too. I got some email exchanges, but that was it. I am not sure that a lot of the females on there are real. I think they pay people or set up fake accounts to keep the place alive for guys. On the other hand, they don’t need to stock the place with interested guys.

For the first guy, she chatted online for a few days and they decided to meet for coffee. Unfortunately, she wasn’t comfortable with him in person. The guy she did hook up with was a self-professed married “professional.” From what she told me, professional seems to mean employed and having to wear a suit to the office.

She liked the guy when they met for coffee, but it didn’t translate to the bedroom. He was well-dressed, and he drove a Lexus, so she figured that was a nice start. When she gave him the signal that she was interested, he suggested that they go back to her place. That was not going to happen. He said he couldn’t go back to his place, but she was opposed to that idea anyway. She said that the least he could do was to pay for a room. Evidently, this professional was not among the highly paid variety, but he did acquiesce. She said she considered calling it quits right then, but she followed through.

She told him of a place she liked and told him to follow her in his car. They met in the parking lot, and she had him check in. It wasn’t a luxury suite by any measure, but evidently he was less than enthusiastic at the rates.

With the administrative tasks out of the way, they checked into room 6. This guy, I’ll call him Larry, was pretty eager. Whilst she was organizing herself and trying to get comfortable with a glass of wine, he was busy pawing at her through her clothing. She had to keep telling him to slow down and to let her relax.

After they had had a couple of drinks, she was ready. She said she was never actually ready, but finally just wanted to get on with it and get it over with. The room had a fireplace and Jacuzzi, so they undressed and unwound in the water, finishing off the bottle next to the fire. Larry was all over her within seconds. She said he kept trying to kiss her on the mouth and fondle her tits but that it was about as romantic as a visit to the dentist.

At one point he stood up and stuck his hard-on in her face. She just stood up and moved to the bed. She had brought her travel bag with her and asked him to massage her back with oil. She said that he was getting noticeably frustrated, but he complied. She told him she needed to get her into the mood. He kept brushing his cock against her body as a suggestion, but she ignored it. When she was satisfied with her back side, she rolled over.

Without hesitation, he tried to fuck her, but she told him to finish massaging her front side. He targeted her breasts and went back to trying to kiss her, though she rebuffed him and told him to focus on the massage. On her back, she grabbed his erection and started playing with it, telling him how nice his cock looked—teasing him, reminding him where it might end up. She oiled it up and started stroking it, but she told him to concentrate on her massage.

Finally, she asked him if he wanted to eat her pussy, and he did. Massage it first, she told him. He rubbed her pussy and then went down on her. She said he wasn’t half bad. Of course, she was shaven to make it easier. She wasn’t able to cum, so she asked him to stop.

She asked him to lie on his back so she could massage him. There was no massage, though. She put more oil on his cock and proceeded to give him a handjob. After a few minutes, it became a blowjob. After a few more minutes, she said she could tell he was about to cum, she stopped and told him to fuck her—lasting all of 2 seconds. She said she was surprised he even had time to get it in, and he was somewhat disappointed.

She said that she needed to be somewhere, and so she couldn’t stay much longer but that he could relax and enjoy the room. She left without him. When she told me about the encounter, she said she was very tempted just to leave it at a handjob, but she decided to be nice.

Afterwards, he tried to reconnect with her, but the next day she closed her account (and they charged to delete it). She said she wasn’t interested in meeting that way anymore. Anyway, I’ve got so much more I could add, but that’s all I have time for now.

I have written here before about her rape fantasies—that and police officers. We even discussed the topic probably a year or so ago, but things got back to normal and nothing happened. This time was different. We discussed it further (and her fantasies, which she claimed not to have any longer—not even the cop thing). We discussed her getting hurt and boundaries (in the B&D realm), but she said she wasn’t worried. We even created a safe word. Regarding boundaries, I told her that if I were to rape her, I’d probably take her ass. She said that was off bounds.

Alone together on Saturday afternoon, I approached her for sex (remembering our conversation), and she reiterated that if I wanted it, I was going to have to take it. Not that it mattered, but we were already in the bedroom. I was dressed in typical street clothes: jeans and a tee shirt. She was lounging around in stretch pants and a pullover top.

I lunged toward her and tackled her onto the bed. She was struggling and squirming, but I had her in a bear hug. Unfortunately, it was difficult to undress either of us in the position; so as best as I could, I relaxed my grip with one arm and pulled her top over her head with the other. To do this, I had to let her arms free in order to get it off of her, and she started hitting and slapping me. But now that I had her top off, I was able to get her back into the bear hug. Next, I had to get her pants off. This was relatively easy. I just held on more tightly with one arm and slid her pants off. She was kicking and writhing, but once I got one leg off, I didn’t really care about the other one so much. Still, I was able to pull it off of her ankle. I still needed to get undressed.

If you’ve read anything else here on this blog, you’ll know that she doesn’t wear any underwear, so she was already completely naked by now. I wasn’t concerned with my tee shirt, but before I could get my jeans off, I needed to unfasten my belt. That was actually pretty tough because I was fiddling with it with one hand, trying to hold her with the other, and I was obvious very close to her. Once it was off, it was even tougher to get my jeans off. At a point, she broke my grasp for a moment. I just let her go and used the time to finish removing my pants as I blocked the door. With one hand, I grabbed her wrist and with the other I removed my underwear.
She kept struggling and saying, “No, don’t rape me,” but she didn’t say the safe word, so I continued. I have to say that whatever mood she was looking for, I am not getting in the mood (if you get my drift). I was thinking that I should get some oil or lube to be safe, but when I reached down to feel her pussy she was already wet—not drenched, but wet. I wrestled her onto the bed again.

I ran a finger up and down her slit several times and slid it into her pussy. I definitely didn’t want to hurt her, but I wanted to continue. She was plenty wet, so I slid in another finger. She was still squirming and trying to hold her knees together, so I rolled her onto her back and used my body to keep her legs open. I wanted to eat her, but this didn’t seem like the time. I tried to kiss her, but she turned away. I rested the weight of my body on her and freed up my hands to hold her head to a position where I could kiss her hard. She didn’t return the kiss, and she started bucking more and scratching me.My cock was finally harder, so without further ado, I slid it into her. Once I was inside, I was able to grad her by the wrists again and hold them over her head. I managed to hold them with one hand and grabbed her breasts in turn with the other. Then I pulled her hands back down to her side and resumed more of a bear hug as I fucked her. She never really stopped struggling, though I could tell she was getting tired. I came, and she calmed down.

I asked her if it was what she thought it would be, she said she hadn’t really thought about it, but that it felt real. She said it didn’t feel like role play. I agreed. Who the hell would want to be a rapist—to go through this for sex? She said that despite “feeling real” she would love to do it again because on the other hand she did know it was a game. I told her that I was just waiting for her to use the safe word. She said she had forgotten about that, but she wouldn’t have used it anyway. I told her that I could do it again if she wanted to, but I would prefer not to. She’d let me know when she was ready again.

This was the story I was planning to write about until the plumber affair. This was also more interesting than the excellent blowjob Kathy gave me.

For the past couple of weeks (and for the next couple) we are having our basement finished—putting in a separate bedroom and 3/4 bath as well as touching up the rest of it. Since workers are available, we have also put some focus on some things we wanted to get done. There have been several different workers: carpenters, electricians, plumbers, helpers, and so on. A couple of weeks ago while I was at the office, a handyman came in to put up ceiling fans in the bedrooms. He charged $50 for the work, but my wife had no cash, so he said he’d be by the next day to pick it. My wife said to me, “Maybe I should just give him a blow job and save the money. I’ll bet he’d go for it,” but she was just joking. As it turned out, he didn’t even come back the next day.

This afternoon was another matter. On Monday a plumber was working to get the new bathroom set up. My wife asked him if he was going to do anything special for Valentine’s Day. He said he was single, and so he had no plans. Somehow, my wife mentioned that she had a headache, so he asked her if she wanted a Xanax. She said no but asked him where he got them, and he told her that he pilfered them from his mum. Nothing happened, but my wife called me at work and told me about the conversation. She also told me that she was having second thoughts and was considering taking him up on his offer—but she didn’t.

This morning, he was back again, and my wife decided to score a Xanax after all. She went downstairs and after some chit chat mentioned that she just couldn’t shake her headache and that she hadn’t been sleeping well lately. She asked him if he still had some Xanax, but he said he had taken the last one himself last night. My wife persisted, asking if he thought he could get some more. He told her again that he got them from his mother, but he added that she would start to notice if too many were missing. Besides, he already had that concern as it was. Knowing how most guys think (well, the ones I know, I suppose), my wife tells him (I am sure with an evil grin), “If I could get rid of this headache, I could make it worth your while.” He knew straight away what that meant, but he said he truly didn’t have any on him. She just told him that it was too bad.

The offer, however, was not lost on him because when he returned from lunch, he was now in possession of some Xanax. Clearly, not wanting to waste any time or squander the opportunity, he immediately held out the Xanax and asked her if she still had a headache. She took it and said she did, asking if he had any more. He said he did. Other than that, she said, he wasn’t particularly aggressive. They just stood around and chatted for a few minutes. Once the Xanax started kicking in, she made small talk, telling him how it must be hard work doing manual labour for a job and suggested—now that she was starting to feel better—that she could give him a shoulder rub.

She wasn’t big on the details, so I’ll embellish here a bit. She sat him in a chair and massaged his shoulders from behind, working her hands down his chest. “You do feel tense,” she said. “Let me help you relax.” And she guided him into the bedroom.

She said that she unbuckled his belt and pants and fondled his cock through his underwear, and he responded in turn fondling her breasts through her clothing and grabbing her crotch. She said she refused his attempt to kiss her on the mouth. She guided him to the edge of the bed, and pulled his underwear down. She grabbed some massage oil and told him that she wanted to massage his cock next. No resistance. He had already been hard, so after a few strokes, she said, she went down on him, and she pushed him back onto his back and knelt on the floor next to the bed.

She said he had a decent size cock and she enjoyed sucking it. She said he kept pushing on her head, which annoys her, but she got him to stop by asking him to just relax. She let him cum in her mouth, but she said she spit it out into a tissue. She said she was nervous about even letting him cum in her mouth because she didn’t know anything about his history. In any case, he was happy, and she scored another Xanax.

As for me, she called me at the office to tell me about her exploits and suggested that I might receive some benefit when I get home. We’ll see. I am sure it will.

I wish my wife was more like Kathy in one way in particular. When we got to her place, I kissed her, and she pulled back and asked, “What do you want to do?” I told her that I was in the mood for anal, and she said, “great.” No bitching, and no complaining. Just: great.

I asked if she had a preference as to how she wanted it, and she said it was my choice to make. I told her that I wanted her on top. She sucked my cock to get it hard enough, lubed it and her pussy, and she sat on it. First she used her pussy, but only for a few seconds. It felt good, but I told her that I changed my mind and wanted to do it with her on her back; so we did.

I don’t know what I like so much about that position, but there is just something about being in a woman’s ass and seeing her available pussy—just something psychological. I considered having her roll over onto her knees, but it felt so good, I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to switch.  Anyway, it was too late because I couldn’t stop myself from cumming.

After I was done, I slid my cock out and made my way down to eat her pussy until she came. She was clean-shaven, and she came pretty quickly. Nicely. We talked some before heading back to work.

Jake showed up again yesterday. My wife gave me that same story she’s given the past few weeks: he showed up, they talked and then fucked. I told her that if she was going to keep doing this with Jake—no matter how much she tells me that she is not really interested—, I am going to insist hooking up with Kate. She said that if I want to hook up with Jake and Kate on Friday nights that she’d be OK with that—She won’t be—, but she was still going to tell Jake no. (It’s already been a month on “no,” and it hasn’t meant a thing.

I told her that I didn’t actually mind if they hooked up, but if it didn’t mean anything for us, then I wasn’t into the idea. She said that she wasn’t interested in sex so much, but that she felt sorry for him. I told her that if it made her feel any better, she could feel sorry for me. She said she felt sorry  for men in general. Then she gave me a decent blowjob, but she didn’t want me to eat her yet again.

When all was said and done, I told her that I was going to give it one more week. If she couldn’t tell Jake no and mean it, I was going to hook up with Kate—unless she would be more giving (or receptive) of sex with me. She agreed.

When I got home yesterday, she told me how her morning went, and we talked. I told her that I still wanted to see Kate even if she wasn’t interested. I also offered that I could see her one week, and she could see her the next, but she wasn’t even up to that.  She kept on about how bored she was, but she couldn’t say what she needed to do to not feel bored. She talked more about finding another couple or whatever, but she had no leads. Neither did I. I suggested that we continue with Jake and Kate until she found something better, but she said she didn’t feel like it. I hate it when she gets in moods like this.

I managed to get a tepid blowjob out of her, and she refused to swallow, and she wouldn’t let me eat her. Even though she was in an off mood, I told her that I’d be making arrangements to see Kate if this mood trend continues. At least I have Kathy to look forward to this week…if it doesn’t snow again!

Kate got off whilst she was still sucking Jake’s cock. I took my wife in a missionary position, and then Jake said he wanted my wife to finish the job, which she did gladly. Since Kate had been sucking his cock for some time, he came quickly. He pulled his cock out and came on my wife’s face. She was surprised to say the least. I had asked Jake to do it, but we didn’t tell the wives. Not long after, I came in her. I lay on top of her until Kate positioned herself on her back, and I told my wife to site on Kate’s face but to hold in the cum until she got there. She caught on immediately and followed through.

She made herself comfortable on top of Kate’s mouth and let loose the load. We were now somewhat even. Kate not only lapped it up, but she continued to eat until my wife came. I filled my wife in further in the details on the drive home.

Yesterday, Jake stopped by for his usual fuck. My wife says she is getting bored of him, and told him that she’d like to limit their rendez-vous to Fridays. She told him that she thought that I was getting suspicious, especially given the mishap earlier. He complained a bit and threatened to call off everything and tell me what they were doing. I don’t know all of the ins and out of the details, but she let him fuck her, and she thinks he’ll acquiesce. I ate my wife, and got some decent head.

When we were done, she brought up her bordom again. She said that she wanted a change, that she wanted to know if I would be upset if she told me that she’d like to try three guys at a time and just be the centre of attention, and thought we could find some willing participants in the local area over the Internet. I told her that while I wasn’t generally opposed to the concept that I didn’t see what I would get out of it, and I was worried about STDs. We hadn’t even been safe with Jake and Kate, and I didn’t want to press our luck. Eventually, I agreed that if she could arrange it, we could do it. She suggested that we get tested for STDs and we insist that anyone we meet does the same.

The wives started with a massage. My wife started to go down on him at one point, but mostly she kissed him and let Kate do the handiwork—literally, as she delivered a handjob. He didn’t seem to mind. My wife put her breasts in his face, and he sucked on her nipples. She also made sure that Jake could play with each of their pussies whilst they jacked him off. When he came, it shot onto his stomach, and my wife rubbed it in. In all, he seemed quite pleased with the outcome.

Next the wives put on a show—lots of kissing and touching. In particular, I noticed how Kate was enjoying my wife’s breasts, too. She held one with both heads, and sucked on the nipple before switching to the other one. My wife simply kissed Kate’s nipples, which I think are permanently erect anyway.

Kate was eager to get started, but my wife got to Kate’s pussy first, though she quickly positioned herself into a quasi-69 lying on her side. Picking up the cue, Kate reciprocated. They each lifted their top leg to provide access. Kate came first, but they almost came together. Rather, my wife started to cum right as Kate was finishing.

Despite the show, I was feeling a bit left out. I was pretty worked up, and my wife suggested that I get a handjob, too. I’d take it, but not without a fuss, so I suggested a blowjob instead. Kate said that she wanted to give it, so I was up for that. My wife straddled my face as Kate sucked my cock. It was almost like a split-69. I didn’t have time make my wife cum, as I came quickly, but after I came my wife moved aside, and Kate spit my cum into my mouth and my wife said she wanted to see me swallow it. I did, but I told Kate that she’d have her turn next week. I wasn’t sure if she mentioned our conversation from last week with my wife, but I explained it to my wife on the way home. I told her that she should do the same thing to Jake on Saturday.

Yesterday, she said she tried the same thing on Jake, but he wouldn’t even kiss her after the blowjob, and she told him that might be the last blowjob he got unless he accepted it next time. My wife snowballed me when I got home. I don’t know what these women are up to.

It worked out fine. I told Kate that I was not uncomfortable going down on her even when she was on her period—that is if she didn’t mind me doing it. She said she was up to me eating her, if I was up to it. Of course I was. I suggested that we just trade oral, and she was fine with that, too.

No big deal. I went down on her, and she came. She just kept in her tampon. I told her that I’d have no issues with screwing her, but she was fine giving me head. She didn’t do deepthroat, though I guess she went deep a couple of times. When I came, she sort of swished my cum in her mouth before swallowing, and then she was surprised when I kissed her. I told her that I was not afraid of my own cum, though it wasn’t necessarily something looked forward to. She asked if I would swap cum from her mouth to mine. I told her that was called snowballing, and that I had done it before even with my wife. She said she’d like to see it next time or sometime. I told her that I wanted to see my wife sit on her face after I had just cum in her; I told her that better still, I’d like to see her do it after both Jake and I had cum inside. She asked if that was a dare, so I told her yes. Anyway, it wouldn’t be tonight.

On the way home, my wife told me that she got a full body massage, and Jake ate her until she came. He got a blowjob, too. Yesterday, the just fucked again, and I got another BJ.

Kate and I relaxed and rubbed each other down and made small talk about what we liked about each other, as we talked about the first few weeks we were together—before we were together. I could tell that she’d be willing to spend additional time together without Jake, but I wasn’t really up to it. It would be just too much to manage. If Kathy and I hadn’t reserved the middle of the week, it would be perfect. Kate was ten times better looking than Kathy, but Kathy was generally more receptive and willing to please. Kate did come through many times, but it wasn’t always without a battle. Besides, there were other dynamics around Kate and Jake that were not an issue with Kathy.

In any case, we enjoyed each other’s nude bodies with our hands. Although it was ground we had covered, I told her how much I loved her small chest and how her pussy was fashioned, especially how beautiful it looked shaven as it was.  She told me how much she wished she had my wife’s breasts and pussy, and she loved my cock.

When I went down on her, she commented on how much she loved to be eaten and that she didn’t know how she could not have insisted on that from Jake sooner. When she told me that she thought I ate pussy better than my wife, I said that I doubted it, and she said it was pretty close. She had a nice cum.

She asked what I wanted, and I said her ass. She was willing, but I told her that I was just joking, and we had agreed to do an enema next time anyway. She said that she could skip it, but I told her that I wanted to get her back into the swing of deepthroat.

It only took a moment for her to regain the technique. She hung her head over the edge of the sofa and “remembered” how to do it, and then I sat on the sofa and she went all the way down on me. It’s amazing how quickly people can pick this technique up. We repositioned into 69 at my request, and along the way I came. I continued eating her until she came.

On the drive home, my wife recounted her encounter. They talked, too, especially about Saturday. He said that he and Kate still only had sex when we were there, and that as often as not meant he was having sex with my wife. She suggested that he could use the time to be with his wife and they could hook up on Saturdays. He liked the idea, but I felt I would be getting the short shrift, though I agreed that next week I’d be willing to give it a go. There are plenty of weeks where he and Kate were partners, though I hadn’t actually been keeping track. Besides, it’s not as if Kate and I hook up on Saturdays. I don’t really have the time for that, or really any other times.

Jake’s favourite conjugal activity is just to fuck—plain old fucking. He’ll take the rest, but he’d be satisfied with just that. I think Kate is pretty much the same way, though I get what I can. I told my wife that Kate really likes her sexually, too, and that they should spend more time together as a pair, though Jake and I don’t have the same affinity.

When we got home, my wife wanted me to eat her. I told her to take a shower, and she said not to be such a baby. I did eat her, but I stayed up at her clit—no wondering south. She came. She said she is still working with Jake regarding eating pussy, but he is not really that interested.

The next day, Jake stopped by and they fucked. She made him eat her pussy first, but she ended up using a vibrator to get the job done. I got a blowjob.

She was in a bad mood. When I asked her what happened, she said it was none of my business and didn’t want to talk about it. At bedtime, she was more open. She said they met, and she gave him a couple of blowjobs. She said she hadn’t even gotten undressed. She was upset because he said he probably wouldn’t me hooking up with her again for a while if ever, though we’ve heard that before. When I asked for sex, she told me that was the reason she didn’t tell me—that I’d expect sex in return.

I didn’t push it. This afternoon, I hooked up with Kathy anyway. I knew that I already had this planned, so I didn’t make a big deal about it. It doesn’t seem to get old with Kathy. She is so less moody than Kate or my wife for that matter. Mostly, she just does what I ask, if I ask. I don’t talk to Kathy much about my wife or the rest of my life. We pretty much just have sex. Today, we exchanged oral sex. She’s gotten very good at it. We tried 69, but it wasn’t working out well, but she ended up giving me deepthroat after I had eaten her.

I don’t think I mentioned that last week we were playing with vegetables again. She does seem to have a fondness for cucumbers. I wonder how common that is for women. I told her that I would likely be in the mood for anal next week. She said that she’d be ready…

My wife and Kate took turns eating each other to get the night started. Both were freshly shaven for the occasion. I hadn’t told my wife, but I asked Kate to see if she could fit her whole hand inside my wife; she could—she’s got tiny hands like the rest of her.

My wife made Kate cum first. As Kate was eating my wife, she quickly went from one to three fingers. There was plenty of lube for the next activity, so I added some extra to Kate’s hand. She took the lube blob and lathered my wife’s pussy, readily getting a fourth finger in—but even I can do that. Kate’s hand was working hard and heavy when she tucked in her thumb and got her fist inside. I could see her twisting her wrist, working that pussy until my wife came.

She came so hard she was out of breath. She asked Kate what she was doing and how many fingers she was using. When she responded that it was her entire fist, my wife exhaled in disbelief. “You must have smaller hands than I realised,” she said. “That had to have been one of the biggest orgasms I have ever had. My husband has tried that before, and there was no way that was going to fit. You can do it any time! It felt amazing.”

My wife suggested that they give us handjobs, but I reminded her of what was already decided. She got Jake, and I got Kate, but Kate wanted to watch, so they went first. My wife wanted to be on her back, and Jake was OK with that, but part way through they repositioned to doggie-style until Jake came.

I wanted Kate on top, so my wife started by lubing Kate’s ass with her fingers, and then she sucked my cock to get it harder. I know my wife hates this position, which is why I wanted Kate to be my partner. My wife helped to position Kate’s hips and guide her onto my cock. Slowly, Kate impaled herself onto my cock and started rocking back and forth. This time I fell out a few times, but my wife was there to put in back in. When I came, there was more of a mess than we expected, and we agreed that there would be no anal in future without preparation. We cleaned up, but the night wasn’t over.

After midnight, my wife said she wanted some New Year’s sex. I was spent, and I thought Jake was, too, but the next thing I knew my wife was sucking his cock, and he was ready to go again. I was thinking that I couldn’t possibly get it up so soon, and even if I did it would take forever to cum. As for Jake, my wife must have sucked his cock for almost half an hour—at least it seemed like it—until she asked him to fuck her.

Once they were fucking, Kate asked if I’d like some more, and she went down on me. To my surprise, I was able to manage an erection, if not necessarily the best one. Kate asked if I wanted to fuck, but I told her that a blowjob was just right, and I asked her to try to do deepthroat again. She tried, but she started gagging because she was out of practise. I told her we’d have to take care of that another time. I heard Jake cum, but I was still going—besides I had started later. Kate complained that her jaw was staring to get tired and hurt, so my wife took over and suggested that I fuck Kate.