Monday, October 24, 2016

IGHIH: Paybacks...

On Saturday morning my wife mentioned to me that since I would be gone all afternoon and evening for a football game, she might have an opportunity with JD.  She had plans of her own for lunch but once back home, the window might be open for him to slip by for a quick meeting.  I was all for it, of course, and said I just wanted pics of the event.  

"You don't mind?" she asked.

"No, not at all.  Just send pics."  I responded.

My wife left for her lunch with friends from school and as I was getting my truck loaded up to do some serious pre-game tailgating, my daughter called.  She was about to put the cock-block in play by inviting herself and the grandkids over to spend the day with my wife.  I suggested that she might want to call her mom because I was pretty sure she was going to busy working on some house projects.  

A few minutes later I heard my wife's iPad ding.  I love how her iPad syncs with her iPhone.  Biggest nightmare for people cheating.  The message was my daughter asking my wife to give her a call.  But of course, I looked at the message between her and JD before it was deleted forever.
Fast forward to later that evening.  As our game was underway, I sent my wife a text to ask if JD had been able to make it.  She responded with a simple yes.  I didn't want to risk having her send pics while I was sitting next to my son in the stands, so I told her to send pics later.

It turned out that JD has spent the day on the lake with his wife and by the time they got home, his wife was shitfaced and pretty much passed-out on the couch.  He announced that he had to run up to Lowe's to return some items and he got a groggy acknowledgement form her.  Since we live so close and the Lowe's is less than a mile from our house, the plan was in play.

As is the case with their meetings at the house, she put on his shirt that he left and of course, nothing underneath.  Apparently, he figured with his limited window of opportunity, he would be time for a beer and maybe making out a little before heading back home.   But my wife advised him of my request for pictures so with that, he unbuckled his belt and slipped his pants off while standing there in the kitchen.
As a side note - Bruce asked me if his cock was bigger than JD's.  I think he has JD in both length and girth.  

After she got him hard, they moved to the bedroom where JD quickly went down on her and gave her two good orgasms, using his tongue and a vibrator.  My wife is a new convert to the appreciation of sex toys, yet another thing I can thank JD for.  
Getting and staying hard has been an issue but apparently, he was hard enough to actually enter her sopping wet pussy and for the first time in our long history, ejaculate in her.  I had hoped for a picture of his dick in her but I guess it was the heat of the moment and her mind was nowhere on taking pictures!

When I finally rolled in to the house at close to midnight (it was a really long game with five overtimes) she was sound asleep.  I had looked at the pictures she sent me later in the game and by now I was completely hard wanting the details.  I got in bed and nudged her a little and asked the big question, "Did he cum inside you?"

She rolled over, slipped off her panties and said, "Why don't you find out for yourself."

And with that, I went down on her and though hours had passed, there was no missing that scent of another man's presence, nor the salty remnants of JD's cum.

Last night as we were getting ready for bed, JD messaged my wife and asked her if she told me about him cumming in her.  She said that she had and I told her it tasted salty.  Apparently, he was quite turned on by the fact that once again, I was enjoying tasting him.  She showed me the dick pics he was sending, trying to get a good jack-off before bed.  

Of course, this led to another night of sex in our household, making for a pretty good weekend - if not week.   

Saturday, October 22, 2016

Meeting Bruce: Gay Stuff Ahead!

If you follow any of the Gay sex bloggers and read this blog, you probably have seen the name Bruce Chang (his blogger name) or seen him here in the comments.  We started e-mailing one another several years ago when he moved to town and asked for advice on where to live.  We've stayed in touch pretty consistently and have gotten to know one another beyond just the sexual aspects of our blogs, but we had never met in person or IRL as the kids say.  Over the years we did make several attempts to meet for coffee just to talk but both of our busy schedules left one cancellation after another.

He has actually moved away from here but last week he sent me a note saying he'd be in town and we ought to try to meet for coffee.  That meeting happened Thursday and instead of coffee, we decided to put Bruce's huge cock in my ass.  We met at a hotel not far from the base so I was able to take advantage of an extra long errand and slip out of work.  When I arrived at the hotel, not gonna lie, I was nervous because in my mind, I already knew that this meeting would most likely end with him fucking me.  And you know what limited experience I have in that department.

I also have to admit that I have become extremely self-conscious in the body image department.  I've never hid the fact that I have a healthy beer-gut and I'm certainly not qualified to post pictures of my dick using the hashtag #Hung.  I'm not embarrassed by my dick, but let's be honest, I'm not John Holmes.  My cock size certainly has played into my interest in the Hotwife/Cuckold scene, so it is no shock that I'd be conscious of the fact that Bruce is quite well endowed, and here I am, just a fat guy with a little dick.  Funny, I wonder if there is a porno version of a Chris Farley looking guy singing, "Fat guy with a little dick"

Anyway, the third thing to make me nervous is my standard fear of serial killers.  yes, of course Bruce and I have e-mailed back and forth for years and all that, but maybe it was a trick to get me alone so he could murder me.  You never know.  But that turned out to not be the case at all. Obviously.

Much of the actual event is a blur but thankfully we have pictures.  When I arrived, I parked my truck in the hotel lot and immediately began to wonder if someone I know would drive by and see it.  Just call me paranoid.  I sent a message and said I was walking to the door and in a moment I was there.  With one last moment of hesitation, I knocked lightly.

When the door opened, I walked in to finally see his face for the first time.  Like me, Bruce shies away from face pictures on the Internet, so even though we've corresponded with one another, it was a pleasant surprise to see his face.   I reached out to shake hands while simultaneously walking in and pushing the door shut.  We shook hands but immediately moved in for a hug.  It wasn't as much awkward as it was new for me.  We even kissed for a moment and then stepped back to exchange pleasantries. "Make yourself comfortable" he offered.

He removed his shirt then excused himself to the restroom.  I took that as an opportunity to begin removing my tie, shirt, and slacks. When he returned a moment later, I was standing in the same spot with my socks, underwear and undershirt on.  When he pulled off the rest of his clothes and I saw that massive dick in person, I didn't know whether to be shocked or just a little embarrassed by what was hiding beneath my shorts.
At that point, I think I suggested we take some pictures.  The only way anyone would understand just how well endowed he is would be to see the comparison.  Of course, this type of picture is the standard in cuckold scenes, but there was no humiliation at all.  Plus, let's face it, I'm comfortable in my size.  When you look at this picture, it isn't some sort of visual trick.  I didn't ask for a measuring tape, but it seriously that big.
I don't recall who made the first move but before long we were on the bed and both our dicks were being tugged at.  I could not wait to get him in my mouth and I'm pretty sure, he couldn't wait to get me in his mouth.  This is me taking him in and very much enjoying the feel and taste of him.  I was worried that I didn't have enough experience in my oral, but he assured me I was pretty good at it.
Bruce has a very slender build with these incredibly beautiful tiny and very sensitive nipples.  I was so fascinated with his body and even though I would have gladly spent our time with his dick in my mouth, I needed to explore more of him.  I do recall him becoming very aroused at the nipple sucking and nipple play. But of course, back to that big dick.
He of course returned the favor and I felt several times like I might blow my load.  In fact, what I really wanted was to taste his cum so we switched back and forth several times.  We were doing a little frottage which I enjoy and I think both of us were making advances toward one another's holes with our fingers.  Bruce asked if I would like to fuck him and in my mind, my immediate concern was that I would blow my load in a matter of seconds.  Instead, I asked him if he wanted to see if it was humanely possible to fit his extra-large cock in my hole.  As as side note, I really wish this picture had come out a little more clear so as to show our dicks together.  As an additional note, please look away from my jelly-belly.

Like a Boy Scout, he was prepared with lube and we began the process of seeing if I could take it.  I was already convinced I could handle it having shoved a few huge didoes in my ass in the past.  People who routinely do anal know this but for those who haven't tried, a real penis works a lot easier into your hole than a rubber dong.

I was laying on my back when he began to lube my hole.  He grabbed my left leg and lifted it up over his shoulder while slowly beginning to finger me.  I think he knew I was ready.  Adding more lube, he raised my other leg and positioned his dick an my entrance.  In my mind I was so worried about all the things inexperienced people think about during ass play.  At the point I asked him if the head of his cock was in, he smiled and assured me that we were a little further along than I realized.  

He told me later that his dick got to a certain point where he felt like it was either going to be really good or game over.  I recall mentioning to him about my experience with my friend Bob where I was begging him to put it in and fuck me.  With my legs fully up on his shoulders, Bruce plunged his dick in and I immediately felt that incredible feeling of pleasure.  And he could see it on my face.  I'm sure I muttered about how good it felt more than a few times.

There may have been a few times where he sensed I was experiencing some discomfort, but he quickly adjusted our positions to ease things.  A few times, he really pounded me and though there wasn't a feeling of pain, there is that pressure that you often associate with the fullness of the bowels.  I was still worried about creating any sort of byproduct (also known as Santorum), but he assured me things were fine.
As difficult as it is for me to post this particular picture, I think it is important part of telling the story. Please ignore my flaws!  I cannot tell you how  incredible this experience was and how wonderful it felt.

As Bruce continued to slide his dick in and out of me he grabbed some of the lube and began to stroke my cock.  I warned him that it all felt so good that I was liable to cum at any moment and I'd be spent afterwords.  He assured me that would be okay.  And as expected within a minute or two I was cumming all over his hand, my stomach, the sheets.  He was amazed at the load I produced.

The feeling was simply incredible.  I think back to my very earliest days of exploring my bi side where once I came, there was a feeling of guilt.  There was none of that here.  I think of grown to understand the difference of that natural male function that occurs when you cum and what can easily be turned into regret.  This was more a feeling of satisfaction.

Bruce withdrew and we laid on the bed for a while talking about things.  I did feel relieved there was no messy clean-up needed right away but I also felt bad that he had not yet cum.  As we chatted, he leaned over and licked cum from my stomach a few times and that was pretty hot to see.

I got up and showered and then as I dressed, he got in the shower.   I decided that going straight home was not a good idea and since it was still duty hours, after thanking him for the time and mutual goodbyes, I headed back to my office.  To be honest, I just needed a few minutes to process everything.  I kept waiting for something - some sort of rush of nerves or guilt or something.

When I got back to my desk, a few of the young LT's came by and wanted to talk about some project or another.  It was as if I had just been away for a few hours.  I didn't have a big sign on my chest that read: "Just had a huge cock in my ass."

Frankly, I don't think things could have gone any better for me, though I'm pretty sure Bruce would have enjoyed blowing his load all over me or perhaps in me.

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Outdoor Sex

I'm sure I've written before about the sex my wife and I have engaged in in public spaces.  Few and far between, but when it has happened, it has been a big turn on for both of us.

When the mood strikes, my wife has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her.  Several of my friends, more than JD, Pancho, and Rick have seen her tits for instance.  When the mood strikes her, she is game.

It has been years since we fucked in the broad daylight at her favorite state park, so exposed, at the top of a small mountain overlooking the river and picnickers below.  This same state park is her lifelong sanctuary, a place she has visited since she was a girl and a place we brought our kids at least a few times a year as they grew up and into adulthood.  We've fucked in the river, on the trails and the aforementioned mountain top, and of course, when sleeping kids allowed, in tents or shelters.

 This weekend my wife made reservations for us to stay in one of the fancy cabins.  These days, the idea of staying in a tent or on a air mattress in a shelter is beyond my idea of fun.  But an air conditioned cabin with a toilet and hot shower works.

We arrived and got settled in, then left to drive into a small town a few miles up the road for dinner.  After eating and some local shopping, we made our way back to the cabin to enjoy some drinks and get a fire outside the backdoor of the bedroom.  As it grew darker we could see the other cabin people around us lighting fires and enjoying the evening with beers.  The park is strictly alcohol free which usually prompts people to be slick enough to pour beer into a red cup.  I found it entertaining at how so many of us seemed to enjoy large tankards of Starbucks out in the woods.

As we sat by the fire and chatted, my wife brought up all the old memories we have shared in this place.  The sex, the arguments, the great times with family members who have passed.  I thought of the times I was busted checking out college aged girls in bikinis.

At some point my wife went in the cabin to pee and refill her coffee cup with wine.  When she came back out, she was in a tank top and tennis shoes.  Bottomless.  It certainly wasn't shocking to me given the fact that we routinely use our backyard as a nudist camp for the hot tub.  But I did look around just to get a feel for if anyone might be walking by our cabin.

She sat down and giggled as we continued to enjoy the fire.  Her phone dinged and it was JD telling her to enjoy the camping trip.  She tried to take a cleavage shot to send him but the flash wouldn't work.  I took the phone from her and pointed at her while she pulled down the top to expose most of her huge breasts.  When I took the picture, the flash lit up her entire body which made me laugh.

She asked if this all turned me on and I responded by whipping out my erect dick and waving it at her.  And that's when she got up and dropped down to blow me.

She is not shy about giving head but to be honest, I'm rarely in the mood to have her finish things up.  Usually, head is just a precursor to actual fucking.  But sitting on a lawn chair in front of a fire with people chattering just forty or fifty yards away is certainly a reason to enjoy the moment.   She would stop and tell me my dick was hard as a rock then continue.  At some point as she worked on me, she began to massage my balls and play with my favorite area below.  My body tensed and I told her I was going to cum.  She gave me that shoulder shrug as if to say go for it.

When I blew my load she lifted up and continued licking the shaft which caused another spurt to dribble out.  We figured out after the fact that my underwear and shorts were completely covered in my cum and  her spit.

Of course, I looked around us to see if there was any noticeable reaction from the neighbors but I suspect we were completely covered by the darkness.

In about twenty minutes my dick was functional and ready for use again. Jeez, getting old takes its toll.   We moved over to the picnic table which was probably a bit riskier in terms of being see but my wife wanted the thrill of being seen by others.

Unfortunately after several attempts at various positions, we decided the comfortable bed inside the air conditioned cabin would be best.

As we fucked, she told me in great detail how JD is fantastic with his mouth and fingers.  She described him sucking her nipple as he fingered her pussy and then when she came hard on his hand, he immediately went down on her lapping up her juices and bringing her to a second even more powerful orgasm.  "Do you feel how wet I am right now?" She asked.   "He makes me this wet just from kissing me the way he does."

I know this would create anger or shame in some men.  For me, it brings on a second orgasm.  The thought of another man bringing her pleasure simply sends me over the edge in a very positive way.

Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Memory Lane: Handjob...

One of the software developers that works for me is a guy that served in the military with me back in the 1990's.  We've always gotten along well and even though I don't see him socially or even see him every day at work, we will stop and chat about the good ole days from time to time.  He had been out of the office between contracts for a while (a sad fact of life as a defense contractor), and stopped by my desk to tell me he was back at work.

I commented on the fact that his beard had gotten quite a bit fuller since the last time I saw him.  Honestly, he looked like a homeless guy.  he laughed and told me that his wife hasn't made him clean-up his act.  I said, almost under my breath, "It's so hairy it makes me want to slip my penis in there." 

He giggled and said, "Wouldn't that be fun?"

I quickly moved on to a work related topic and poked around in my computer looking for an old e-mail but then started laughing.  I looked up at him and he was laughing too.  "You know what I was thinking about?" I asked.

"Oh, I know exactly what you are thinking about." he responded.

Just then a few people walked by and that was the end of our conversation.  He had to get back to his desk and get to work.

At some point back when we were both still in uniform, back during don't ask don't tell; before even a handful of people knew my secret of being Bi, this guy and I were working in an office alone one day and we were just goofing off and cutting up while working.  The exact moment is a little fuzzy but for some reason I suggested that we show each other our wieners.  "You first." he demanded.

Without the slightest hesitation I pulled my dick out and was immediately hard.

"Oh! Well there it is." he stared at my dick and without asking reached out and stroked me for less than ten seconds.

"Show me!" I begged.

He reached into his BDU pants and fished out his dick which was semi erect and about the same size as mine.  He sort of wagged it around to show off.  I recall that his dick had scrapes on it as if he had engaged in an hour of self abuse using sandpaper but he assured me it was due to a weekend of banging the shit out of his much younger wife all weekend.  At that time, he was probably twenty-five and she was maybe nineteen.

We shoved our collective wieners back in our uniforms and continue the work we were supposed to be doing.  Over the years, we have always made jokingly gay remarks to one another.  I've never come out to him but on more than one occasion I've weaved the fact of watching gay porn into a conversation, just as a joke.  

Anyway, perhaps I should ask him if he'd like to finish that handjob he started.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Sexy Breakfast...

Am I just a thirteen year-old boy trapped in the body of a middle-aged perv?

We went to eat breakfast at a fancy Mexican place near our house and I saw these hanging on the wall.

Am I the only one who thinks the guy who put these up was trying to send a message?

Saturday, October 8, 2016

The Backpage Fiasco..

It isn't that I'm a user of Backpage - though admittedly, I've looked at it in in a similar way I've browsed through Craigslist; to look at pictures for my own jollies - but seriously, I wonder where our rights are going.  They've arrested the CEO of the company for his role in what users post.  Think about that when you post something on Facebook that might be offensive.  The CEO of FB could be held liable for not controlling what you post.

You already know how I feel about human trafficking.  It is horrible and we should waterboard those involved.  But I also support the free will of sex workers who are adults and choose to engage in sex for money with consenting adults willing to pay for that service.  The answer is to decriminalize it.  This way, you don;t throw out the baby with the bathwater.

And by the way, I'm told that the good ones don't use Backpage anyway.

Saturday, October 1, 2016

IGHIH: Standing In...

Friday morning my wife mentioned to me that she and JD would most likely be meeting for drinks that afternoon.  I had this on my mind while I was enjoying a beer with colleagues during an impromptu get together at the office.  After the first person broke the ice by wishing everyone a good weekend, I took that as a cue to get on my way and hope to find my wife and JD at the house being naughty.

I checked my messages and sure enough, my wife sent me a text telling me to get home as soon as possible.  In the past when she has done this, it has included a picture of her tits or some such, but this was just a message so I responded by asking, "Alone?"

"Yes, just me." was her response.

When I got to the house I saw an empty bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and my wife just looked at me and giggled.

"Have you been day drinking?" I asked.

"Yes, my date fell through and I am bathed, shaved, and horny as hell."

Turns out that JD got out late from work, then was informed by his wife that he needed to get home immediately so they could do something she planned without telling him.  To make matters worse, my wife had received an unexpected call from our friend (and fellow reader here) Pancho, who was asking if he could stop by on his way home since he had gotten out of work early.  Apparently, he made it clear that he wasn't interested in a drink, but something more exciting.  Not knowing that JD was going to back out, she declined Pancho's offer.  When I walked in, she was a little drunk and totally in need of sex.

I cracked open a beer to try to play catch up but only got a sip or two before she was on the bed stripped and asking me to put her in the restraints that are conveniently pushed under the ends of our mattress.  Once strapped in, I got rid of my clothes and pulled our briefcase of toys from under the bed, got the MagicWand, another vibe and both the large rubber dongs.  I set them aside and placed placed the MagicWand vibrator on the top of her pussy then went down on her.  I took a pic of myself eating her so I could send it to JD just to taunt him a little.

After her first quick orgasm, I inserted the smaller of the two dongs in her and continued with the wand pressing her mound.  "Fuck me with it!" she demanded.

She came again within a minute or so and I pulled out the first dong and inserted the much larger one.  I fucked her for less than a minute before she screamed in pleasure then asked me to fuck her.

I unstrapped her legs and positioned myself over her body so I could take her in the missionary position, something we rarely do these days.  Honestly, because I'm lazy that way.  Within just a few minutes, she was moaning with another orgasm and I was unloading myself.

Once again I explained to her how I prefer sex during the day when I'm not exhausted like I am at the end of the evening before bed.  I think she gets that.

Later in the evening she had some chat with JD who was apologetic that his wife had ruined their plans but also concerned that Pancho seems to be moving closer and closer to being an on call lover.  

From my perspective, I love it.  I really enjoy the relationship we have with JD but I also think that because of timing, there really is no reason that Pancho should miss out on the fun, as long as she wants to include him.  And I think she does.

It's October 1st and it has been a year since I started this little adventure.  Not only would I not change a thing, I can't see her even thinking about turning back.