Saturday, January 12, 2019

And Then She Pegged Me...

I came home from work late and quickly invited my wife to dinner at our local place.  Afterwards I suggested the hot tub and instead of us both taking a soak, it was me spending fifteen minutes nude for the neighbors to enjoy. 

I came in with the intention of getting dressed but my wife playfully asked if I’d like to be pegged the way JD had been the other day.

My first thought was no, but the idea that my wife was asking seemed important. 

"Why?", I asked.

"Because I want to feel the power." 

Before I could answer, she was reaching for her briefcase of toys.

Good enough for me. 

Instead of getting dressed after the hot tub, I walked to the end of the bed and stood there knowing that I’d be bending over in a minute. I told my wife I needed lube for sure and with toys scattered across the bed, she raced to the bathroom to grab an industrial sized bottle of some anal lube she picked up at her women's sex store.

We've tried pegging in the past, a few times.  In most cases it was more of sexual hijinx, just playfully giving it a try.  Truth is, I've fantasized a lot about being pegged, though in my mind, it isn't my wife doing the pegging but rather some other woman.  Perhaps a wife of a friend pegging me while I blow her husband. 

This is really a tangent of sorts, but I'm almost done reading  Esther Perel's "The State of Affairs" (which I highly recommend).  She hits on several areas that help me understand my own marriage and the feelings I have sexually about my wife.  One area she covers is the fact that some couples become so much like siblings in their relationship that they can no longer imagine certain sexual things.  She does a much better job of explaining it, but what I take from it is, I find it easier to see my wife doing naughty things with another man than to do those naughty things myself.  Likewise, me opening myself up to having some other woman peg me seems less risky than having my own wife perform the act.

Anyway, that didn't stop me last night. 

She handed me one of the many vibrators that littered our bedspread and with the strap contraption firmly harnessed in place, she inserted the medium size dildo.  While I held the vibe on my dick for pleasure, she greased up the dildo and dripped some lube in my ass crack.  I whispered, "slowly" several times.
It was a reasonably slow start, but the fact is, my hole is no stranger to having things inserted.  Aside from a few hiccups, where her height (or lack of it) caused us to not line up, she was able to create a rhythm of back and forth rocking. 

Within a few minutes, we both agreed I could graduate to the next size up.  More lube, more height adjustments, more rocking back and forth.  Here's the truth though.  I just couldn't get into it.

Mentally, I'm turned on by the fact that my wife wants to do this, if only for her to feel the power of what it is like for a man to fuck someone. And I'm also turned on that JD is coming out of his shell and opening up to anal play.  But as I mentioned before, I have my own mental block to freeing my mind enough to really get into it with my wife behind the strap-on. 

Once she had her fun, she tossed the harness and took her position on the bed.  I grabbed the large size solid black dildo with the veins and head made to look like a huge cock with balls at the base.  Not for my ass, but certainly size her vagina can handle.  As I rammed that big boy in and out of her, I used another vibrator to tease and tingle her clit.  It took only minutes of this play to create several loud orgasms. 

Fun times.

Thursday, January 10, 2019

IGHIH: Stairs and Pegs...

Not a shock at all when I pulled into the driveway and saw JD’s truck parked across the street.  My first thought was to walk in the front door which is a lot quieter than opening the automatic garage door opener.  But what the heck, they expected me. 

When I walked in I expected some ongoing action in the bedroom but I was surprised to find a set of legs poking from the staircase.  JD was on his knees servicing my wife, nude laid out on the stairs.
My wife stopped her panting for a moment and asked me if I wanted the view from above.  I deferred for the moment so I could change out of my work duds and they continued the furious oral while I did so. 

When i returned to the scene they slowed enough to scootch aside and let me pass to the man cave upstairs. The view from above is a half wall that overlooks the stairwell.  I grabbed a beer from the fridge and took a peek over the edge.  JD was going to town and I doubt very seriously that his grunts and moans were for the purpose of my entertainment. 

I casually lifted my phone over the edge and snapped a few pics.  My wife began moaning louder than she had been and then she stopped. She looked up at me and asked if I would be okay with turning off the overhead light.  I hopped over to the switch and clicked it off, then headed back to my vantage point overlooking the stairs. 

In a moment, my wife began a loud series of yelps.  The sound of her orgasm was familiar though admittedly the reverb of the stairwell was a new twist. 

There are some key phrases that my wife uses knowing that JD will become excited and while I know it is part of the game, it turns me on too.  Obviously, I can’t quote the lines, but the gist is, she acknowledges that JD held a higher military rank than I did when we retired from our service.  It means nothing to me in all honesty, but sexually it works for both of us. 

My wife was soaked.  From above the action, the musky scent of pussy wafted up and in fact, it was this scent that caused me to strip nude and begin stroking my rock hard cock. 

My wife occasionally opened her eyes and looked up but as I recall, JD only looked up at me two or three times.  Each time he smiled at me then looked down and continued his assault on her pussy. 

Between his oral skills and the multiple fingers pounding her soaked cunt, JD left her spent.  Or so I thought. 

I stroked myself vigorously though cognizant of the need to hold off. 

When I looked over the short wall again, JD had stood up on the stairs and now my wife was eagerly blowing him.  His hand gently guided her head as he face fucked her.  I’m ordinarily put off by men who force their dicks into a woman’s mouth but from my view, my wife was a willing participant in this act of aggression. 

As his dick would slide out and become visible to me from above, I admired his girth.  I don’t see JD as a lot longer than my own dick, but by God, he has so much thickness on me. 

My wife expertly worked his cock causing him to tense. I had to cease my own stroking to avoid the inevitable early release. 

I watched from above as JD pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth and quickly told her to turn.  She spun her knees on the carpeted stairs and bent forward exposing herself to him.  He immediately thrust his cock in her and I moved to the top of the stairs again stroking myself as he aggressively pounded his load into her already soaked pussy. 

With a series of animalistic grunts, JD unloaded his spunk, slapping my wife’s ass multiple times then looking up at me smiling in exhaustion. 

I nearly jumped three steps at a time to take my place behind my wife while JD stepped away.  He looked at me as I rubbed her pussy from behind, trying to urge his load onto my fingers.

I think this turned him on a bit but I also think he feels a little awkward about my eagerness to explore his seed. 

I tapped my wife on the ass and she turned over on the stairs giving me access to the cream pie I needed. 

In a moment, I tongued my wife’s used pussy, focused on her clit to bring her to yet another quick orgasm. Just as quickly, I sucked down JDs load, combined with my wife’s juices. 

I could see her looking up at JD who was still watching from over my shoulder. 

In a second she was back on her knees with her ass to me.  I entered her pussy and as I pounded her, I asked her a series of questions regarding JD’s cock size, his ability to make her cum over and over. 

Fellow travelers, those of you who live in the hotwife or cuckold world, will completely understand the turn on associated with acknowledging another man’s cocksmanship to your spent wife.

I asked if it turned her on that I devoured her well used pussy and she failed to respond but it was too late.  I unloaded my own seed in her. 

We all casually joked about various topics as first, my wife then JD showered.  As he dressed back into his business suit, we made small talk about his wife and some past sexcapades with a mutual friend.  Let’s face it. His wife is not an innocent bystander in this weekly deception of ours.

"Oh", JD suddenly remembered.  “Show him that thing." 
My wife grabbed her phone and showed me a series of pictures she took prior to me arriving.  I had no idea that prior to the fun on the stairs, JD allowed my wife to peg him. 

We are certainly growing. 

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Tumblr: Another One Bites The Dust...

I had just sat down in the recliner to start watching the nightly TV line-up with m wife, her on her iPad several feet away from me, and me with my phone sitting in my lap.  After getting the TV situated, I did my normal habit of glancing down at the phone to check e-mail, Instagram, and then Tumblr.  You are probably wondering how people watch TV and simultaneously flip through their electronic devices, but you live in 2018 and you know.  You see people drive and check messages all the time.

What caught my eye when I logged into Tumblr was a message from Sassy asking me if I had any plans for post Tumblr.   What?

Sure enough, it took me a minute or two to see the posts everywhere.

“Today, we’re taking another step by no longer allowing adult content, including explicit sexual content and nudity (with some exceptions),” the platform posted on its blog. “We recognize Tumblr is also a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey. We want to make sure that we continue to foster this type of diversity of expression in the community, so our new policy strives to strike a balance.”

I'm sorry, but they lost me with "no longer allowing adult content"

The quote above came from a story on the blog, Cult of Mac, where they and others report that this move was prompted at least in part by Apple removing Tumblr from the App Store.  I don't doubt it, but no doubt, there has got to be some fallout from this SESTA business.

Look, years ago there was AOL, then there was Yahoo Groups.  There have been other places where people gathered for free to create communities of interest and foster growth.  Tumblr was a place for that with regards to amateur nudes, Hotwives and their husbands, and no telling how many other kinks that I just never found.  There will be another platform to pick up where Tumblr leaves off.  I'll post about it when I find it.

The one thing I do want to address though is the charge that Tumblr is doing all this, throwing out the baby with the bathwater, because of the fact that child porn people had found the platform.  If that was the case, I think they would have done better by letting in the Feds and tracking down the people distributing that crap. 

I had mentioned to my friend Aunt Clara that I had stumbled down the path of some questionable Tumblr pages myself, and it was shocking to see what in my mind clearly, unquestionably, without any room for debate, crossed the line from artistic freedom to photograph the human body, into the clear, abusive, violation of no-possible-way-of-consenting minors.  In other words, it is one thing to take a happy photo of a family of nudists casually strolling on a beach where you see mom and dad holding hands with toddlers, all in the buff.  That is an everyday scene in many parts of the world, perfectly acceptable and few people in those countries would blush. Obviously, I exclude the US, Saudi Arabia, and Iran.  It is wholly another thing to have a Tumblr page with depictions of child fucking.

I know, the first thing I would ask myself is, What the fuck are you searching on that finds something like that?  But truth is, with Tumblr, you can so easily click on a page showing nude families at the beach, and suddenly, it is granny getting fucked by the family dog. It can shock you with how things escalate!

The frustrating thing to me was, on the occasions that I'd see something outrageous was how, Tumblr would mark a photo as violating the terms of service, but not just remove the account for cause. 

Regardless, I'm not happy that Tumblr has fallen as a platform to find pics, but I think they did a horrible job of enforcing their own terms of service in the first place.

Love to hear your thoughts and your suggestions for an easy way to find amateur pics!
 

Friday, November 23, 2018

Thankful...

It isn't that I have simply stopped blogging - I just haven't done it in a while.  Hell, it isn't that there hasn't been anything to blog about either.  But how many times can I write about the same fun visits by my wife's lover, and how we enjoy the times together that we can?  I think you get the point.  He will visit on those afternoons that he can, and I will be there when I can.  When I am there to watch and join in, we all enjoy it.  When I can't be there, they enjoy themselves and I am content to see pictures or hear the details later from my wife.

For being able to continue this little relationship dynamic for over two years now, I'm pretty thankful.  Not the kind of thankful that you gather around a table with your family and proclaim joy in watching another man fuck your wife, or appreciation for the taste of his cum oozing from her soaked pussy.  But thankful nonetheless.

I'm going through a weird state of mind recently.  I'm focused on other things.  Work, life, other stuff that just leaves me looking at the time I have and realizing that I don;t have nearly as much time to write a blog, read other blogs, or surf the pr0n pages I enjoy. 

But, I am  still around.  And I'm thankful, and I hope you are too.

Friday, October 19, 2018

I Didn't Even See a Light...

I'm borrowing heavily from an e-mail I sent a friend the night of my surgery a month ago.  If you were not aware, I had a pretty spectacular surgery and I am well into recovery.

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So this happened.  When they rolled me into the OR, they had already done the nerve block (though it wasn’t working yet). They got me ready to do the spinal injection and it all happened at a quick pace, I think so you don’t get time to freak out.

Anyway, I was laying there once it was done and I could feel my head starting to go numb.  So I said to the older guy who was some sort of tech, "Is my head supposed to be going numb?"

He was asking me what I meant and I was just saying I could feel my neck and face and my head starting to go numb.  Then, I realized that my throat was tightening.

The nurse who administered it said, "Sir, your vitals are fine. Everything is okay, you just need to relax."

I could tell she was nervous.  She was clearly a student.  Her boss/trainer was behind her and he was super calm telling her to do stuff.

She told me my vitals were good and this is no lie, the older tech and two other techs said they were done with their part, good luck and walked out. Maybe it was my drugged up imagination, but I took it like they didn't want to be involved in the pending investigation!

The next thing I know is that I had this feeling that I was going to die before my surgery even started.  Like not even in a funny way.  And honestly, there was no light at the end of the tunnel but certainly some geometric images and confusion, then just this feeling that this is how the brain shuts down.

I quickly said, "Vitals may be good but I’m passing out right now."

When I woke up, I have no idea how long I had been out but my surgeon walked in and said, "Ready?" 

That was the last thing I remember until they woke me up to take me to recovery.  He was high fiving his staff and saying positive things that I had no idea about.

This time, I was super lucid when I got to the post op and had no issues.

Anyway, I’m really glad I could remember my foray into almost dying.  They brought a man into the bed next to mine and he was apparently super religious. His pastor visited, got calls from an elder of some sort and another pastor. 

I wanted to casually yell over the curtain, "The brain just stops. That’s it."

I have no idea what really happened or if I was ever in any real danger.  The cool thing is, it actually gave me some emotional comfort, real or imagined, that it is okay, you know, to not live. 

Please don't misunderstand. I'm not ready or anything, but just not worried.

Back to the Cable...

So I cut the cable over a month or two ago.  Based on the savings eliminating the cable bill, I was able to keep my Internet and add Hulu, HBO, Showtime, and ESPN+ and save close to $100 a month.  But, I’m going back to cable. 

I invested in Firesticks for my TVs when we first got Amazon Prime.  Had I known Roku would have worked, I would have gone with that.  I just think the Firestick is not effective for what we need. 

My issue is constant dropping of the Internet.  I wouldn’t blame the Firestick if my research on the Internet didn’t tell me it was a common complaint.

But I was talking with a friend who is convinced that this whole Net Neutrality loss is what allows my ISP and former cable provider to fuck with my signal just enough to make streaming as a primary means of TV a miserable thing.

I’m not sure I would agree completely and I'm not ready to start looking for black helicopters hoovering over my backyard, but I can tell you that we used to stream Netflix and Amazon with very little issue.  Now, not so much.  And Hulu is the worst. 

Let me give you some examples.  Imagine watching a show and one character's lips are moving but you hear the dialogue of the actor who is not talking. I'm not saying I never once experienced audio delay from cable, but this is a constant.  We cannot get through a single show.

And if you are wondering, I'm actually getting very good download speeds when the Internet is not momentarily dropping.  Think about it.  If you were just doing a google search or looking at a web page, you would never even noticed if your Internet dropped for a second.  But with streaming video, you are either constantly buffering or the platform sends you back three seconds. 

I basically like the Hulu platform, but I can’t deal with the constant dropping out and offset audio. The only positive thing is, now that I have been disconnected from Spectrum for over a month, I'm coming back with a new customer price package.  Yay.  I guess next time, instead of cancelling I just do what everyone else does and calls to cancel but accepts the revised lower price.

So, call me a quitter.  But I need to get hooked back up. 

Monday, July 31, 2017

Strictly Anonymous 189: Bisexual James has an Open Relationship and a Secret Life

So my first interview on the Strictly Anonymous Podcast with Kathy K is up.  I'm Episode 189 and it is titled "Bisexual James has an open relationship and a secret life."  We actually have a second taping this afternoon because she felt like she wanted more than the first hour and twenty minutes.

I haven't listened to more than the first few minutes.  While my voice is filtered somewhat, friends will easily recognize my cadence.  I'm not too worried about that though.

Talking with Kathy was a lot easier than I had expected.  At the very beginning of the call, we chatted for maybe a minute before she started taping so she could set her levels.  I was concerned that there might be some background noise since I was sitting in my truck with the truck running, A/C on parked in front of a Lowe's store.  Actually though, from the little I heard, the sound was fine.  Once she got her levels set and started recording, off we went for the next hour and change.

I think our conversation is a little bouncy - going more by whatever popped in her mind to ask rather than following a chronological path, but it was fine.  I'd be interested in feedback.

Today's conversation most likely won't be as long.  She wants to talk about this blog, me blogging my mid-life crisis (so to speak), and maybe a few other things.  I've been learning recently the value of being able to talk with someone, openly and honestly.  I've done this for years via the blog and via e-mail, and it has helped me immensely.  But I think I may need more conversations.  Who knows, maybe I will lose my fear of the phone and talk to people for more than one minute.  Kathy's podcast is just that, conversations about things you don;t normally talk about to people.

So many of you that I have e-mailed and chatted with would make great guests on her podcast.  You think that you don't have anything worth being interviewed about, but really, why not let her decide that?  What you'll find if you listen to Strictly Anonymous is that, she starts thinking there is one topic the call is going to be about but by the end, so much more ground has been covered.  It isn't just sex.  She has talked about addiction, relationships and more.

I can think of easily a handful of readers here that I would LOVE to hear Kathy talk to.  Send her an e-mail at Strictlyanonymouspodcast@gmail.com and see what she thinks.