Your eyes draw to?
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Posted:Mar 18, 2014 7:37 am
Last Updated:Mar 21, 2014 8:11 am
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I don't know what it is about this image.
Thinking about it, I might have a pretty good idea.
My wife wear pendants like this.
They always seem to be long enough to rest between her cleavage, or just above.
She's got a verity of charms and diamonds.
The sparkle in the right light is amazing.
So is the dressing they're illuminating. 
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St. Pattys Day
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Posted:Mar 17, 2014 8:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2014 7:22 am
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Don't forget your Green! 
Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! 
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Sorry I can't help you
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Posted:Mar 17, 2014 8:23 am
Last Updated:Mar 17, 2014 8:33 am
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We both have the day off today.
We have several things to do, odds and ends, errands of a sorts.
Part of the plans today are us, spending time together doing some at home projects and a movie together later on.
"Dallas Buyers Club."
I guess it was all the rage the other night at the Academy Awards, picking up Oscars and actor awards.
I love true stories.
We both do.
The movie itself will be good; sad, but good, simply because of the truth involved.
I can't recall watching a true story that was never good or at least watchable.
She was laying there in the morning sunlight that was coming through the blinds. Her skin and figure looked so wonderful in the light.
Her brown nipples began to harden as she stretched and ran her hands down her front side.
"I'm horny..," she declared in a drawn out voice, returning from her stretch.
I didn't say a word.
There was no need to.
Her reference wasn't about me.
It's not supposed to be.
She rolled the blankets back and kissed me, before leaving.
I wonder what she thought about during her stretch?
Will she call him?
Text him?
She has needs.
And I can't help her.
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Everything she touches
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Posted:Mar 16, 2014 7:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2014 7:24 am
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I can curse the net and see a multitude of memories of her and what she does.
Like this one for example.
My wife and I shower all the time together.
However, this is lacking from our ritual.
I saw this the first time they shared the erotic surroundings of warm and soapy water together.
Her hand looked so natural down there.
She stroked him as if she's been doing it for years.
Her touch is so feminine, mature, skillful, and womanly.
Man, can she manipulate a manly cock!
I stood there watching a few feet from the glass door. As the steam began to blur them away, so did I.
Thankfully, my perverted mind took over..
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What was she talking about?
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Posted:Mar 14, 2014 7:16 am
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2014 1:34 pm
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Yesterday morning, after getting off with Phil on the phone, I asked what she fantasized about.
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No collect call needed
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Posted:Mar 13, 2014 8:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2024 10:24 pm
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The text was simple this morning. It was spontaneous and right out of the blue.
‘I want you, can we talk?’
So, she’s in our bed talking with Phil.
She’s closed the door.
“I’ll see you when I’m done,” she said, kissing me while on the phone with him a few minutes ago.
I have the house as silent as it can be.
I hear little bits, here and there, but nothing substantial.
Somehow, I don’t think the recently warm weather is the topic of their conversation.
So I’m playing with myself.
I’m always playing with myself.
I’m aroused, as hard as I can be, leaking with anticipation.
I hope she gives me a show, and you all too.
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The open door
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Posted:Mar 12, 2014 9:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2014 11:49 am
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It’s tempting to walk through it. It’s an invitation to most, but you’re not supposed to.
You know what’s happening. What’s going on.
You’re not stupid.
She’s down the hall with him.
You know about it, you were there when she made the plans.
So you sit. You listen. You dream. You wait.
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It’s hot under those lights
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Posted:Mar 11, 2014 8:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2014 5:19 am
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The music was an aphrodisiac.
The lights were hot.
The DJ spun the music, and people filled the dance floor.
Saturday night my wife spent the evening and late night at one of Seattle’s most hippest dance clubs.
Prior to the boogie-woogie, she had dinner with Janet where they had a chance to catch up with each other.
Her divorce was troubling, and though she sees herself hopefully again to be married, she’s content and happy right now having incredible sex with Cordell.
“I guess he takes really good care of her,” my wife said to me, referring to Cordell’s skills, during the car ride back from the airport Sunday morning.
I laughed out loud and sarcastically replied, “What, does he had a big dick or something?”
“Oh yeah,” she replied, drawn out and frank. “From what she said he’s very big.”
My wife described Cordell as a nice looking man, very polite and articulate.
He’s 41 years old, tall, with broad shoulders.
Prior to her and Janet arriving Cordell and his friend, Maurice, collected a nice table in the back of the bar, sort of off the beaten path.
The night was about dancing, but it was also about meaning full conversation which at times can be problematic in places like this.
While Cordell and Janet danced, my wife did so with Maurice.
“He was a gentleman,” she said.
They danced together a handful of times throughout the night. According to her, he’s very good.
“Well, did you dirty dance with him or something?” I asked, almost with a hint of jealously.
Do they even call it that anymore?
Sometimes I feel outdated and left behind at times.
“Yeah, there was a couple times when he grinded up against me,” she replied
“Could you feel him?” I asked.
The tone of my questions was playful merely seeking incite.
But inside I started to feel a little unbalanced as if I wasn’t a part of her evening, which in a sense I wasn’t.
Sure, my outlook was petty, and I knew it.
I know she didn’t fuck him, suck his cock, or grope him.
But still, it was as if I was seeking something that wasn’t really there.
“His cock against me?” She clarified. “I felt him rubbing up against me, my ass, but that was all, I never reached around and touched him or anything. He did find it sort of exciting a married woman out at a dance club without her husband.”
“So you talked about me?” I asked.
“Of course I did. He commented on my wedding rings,” she replied.
“Did you tell him you had a boyfriend?” I asked.
“Of course not,” she replied. “I told him my husband and I are very secure in our marriage together and me dancing with other men wasn’t an issue.”
With me, sometimes feelings turn, and in cases like this, they were.
Inside, my unbalanced manner turned into excitement as my warped sense of taboo led the charge.
I could see her in my mind with him.
I pictured him behind her, and her ample ass sliding up and down against his jock. I could clearly see his hands touching her. Nothing sexual, but sensual, and that mixed with the wine, leading to a fulfilling night cap later.
I leaned across the shift consol and touched her leg as the light changed.
I pushed my hand up the skirt she was wearing.
Her skin was very soft, and in doing so I wondering if Maurice’s hands ventured the same path that mine are.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
I didn’t answer right away.
I was still locked in my mind.
It was a whirlwind of still porn pictures and movies, mixed with scenes from her and Phil fucking.
“Could we mess around when we get home?” I asked, meekly.
“Yes, I think we can,” she replied.
My hand rested in her knee as we drove. Sunday night she called when she got to her room.
It was a little after 1AM.
She was alone, as we both knew she would be.
She had a great time.
She loved seeing Janet again.
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Do they still bump and grind?
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Posted:Mar 8, 2014 9:01 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2014 7:28 am
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Over the weekend my wife will be out of town, in Seattle.
She’s got a conference today, Saturday, staying the night then leaving on Sunday morning to fly back home.
In Seattle is a good friend of hers, Janet.
Janet has known my wife for close to 30 years. She’s a nice looking lady; gorgeous red hair, fully voluptuous body, with a drawing bubbly personality.
They talk maybe a couple times a year via texts or calls, but mainly through cards at the holiday season.
Janet just turned 50 during the summer. She’s divorced after 24 years of marriage.
Thursday night, out of the blue, Janet sends her a text.
They haven’t had any contact in months.
What started out as words, soon turned into a 2 hour conversation with one another, sharing life stories, gossip, and of course, sex talk.
My wife is tight lipped on her sexual life.
We’re very discrete in our pleasures.
It was Janet who did all the talking.
She got divorced in July of last year. But it wasn’t until recently that she started dating or playing the field.
Lately she’s been frequenting this hot little dance spot in Seattle. It’s all the rage. That’s where she met a man by the name of Cordell, whom she’s been seeing causally. It’s the first man she’s had sex with in years, including her ex-husband.
When Janet found out my wife was going to be in Seattle this weekend, she gave her the invite to come along.
“She wanted to know if I’d like to meet Cordell and go out dancing,” she whispered to me during a break in their recap of each other’s lives.
My wife loves to dance. In all reality, what woman doesn’t?
So, I knew it would be a conversation we’d share afterwards.
“She doesn’t know about you fucking other men, does she?” I asked, later that evening.
“Absolutely not,” she replied firmly. “That’s something we do. She knows you’re not jealous or anything, but I’ve never told her what we do.”
“So, are you going to meet her?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’d like to, do you have any problems with it?” She replied.
I didn’t have any problems what so ever. And though reality would be a far cry from the perversions inside my troubled mind, I knew at the end of the night she’s be in bed alone.
“Are you going to dance with guys?” I asked.
“Well yeah,” she replied with a smile and half hearted sigh. “What’s the use going to a dance club if I’m not dancing with anyone?”
“And, what if that dancing leads to something else?” I probed.
But it was my sinister smile that gave the real basis for my question away.
“I’m not doing anything other than dancing, so just put that thought right out of your mind,” she replied.
Err..
Sometimes it's hard, separating fantasy from reality. I'm okay with that.
Because sometimes my fantasy is a lot scarier than the reality we live in.
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Bravo
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Posted:Mar 7, 2014 9:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 12, 2014 6:49 am
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Older men
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Posted:Mar 7, 2014 9:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 8, 2014 8:35 am
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We get lots of replies from younger guys. Some are temping, while others are just, well, juvenile.
She enjoys older men. Mostly because they have that trait that seemingly seems lost anymore. Maturity.
The truth is, (most) younger men can’t have the sort of relationship she wants.
Younger guys are wild, carefree, and looking for the multiple fuck thing, which is fine. While most older men are past that stage and looking more so for quality or quantity.
It may seem or appear that older men don’t have a place in the lifestyle. That’s not entirely true. Lots of couples enjoy the company of a sophisticated man or men, as do we.
Do you have an age preference?
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