<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058</id><updated>2011-10-17T08:56:29.879-07:00</updated><category term='BBC'/><category term='guidelines'/><category term='control'/><category term='domination'/><category term='pump'/><category term='orgasm denial'/><category term='Slingbox'/><category term='little wife letter'/><category term='perfume'/><category term='affair'/><category term='date'/><category term='hot sex'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='discretion'/><category term='pussy spanking'/><category term='las vegas'/><category term='couch'/><category term='M'/><category term='lover'/><category term='porn'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='ground rules'/><category term='spreader'/><category term='gangbang'/><category term='anal training'/><category term='dildo'/><category term='the pill'/><category term='tribadism'/><category term='cruise'/><category term='hotwife'/><category term='IM'/><category term='anal plug'/><category term='bareback'/><category term='DP'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='anal'/><category term='waxing'/><category term='fisting'/><category term='pill'/><category term='videos'/><category term='B'/><category term='girlfriends'/><category term='girl-girl'/><category term='shared'/><category term='black dress'/><category term='stretched'/><category term='flirting'/><category term='phone sex'/><category term='black cock'/><category term='texting'/><category term='chastity belt'/><category term='cuckold'/><title type='text'>My Wife's Hotwife Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>A husbands continuing journal of his wife&amp;#39;s road to becoming a shared hotwife.  A beautiful and sexy 43-year old conservative mother of three begins a transformation journey.  This blog is about flirting, love, lust, passion, romance, seduction, obsession, pleasure, pain, commitment, infidelity, teasing, jealousy, anxiety, dominance, submission, obedience, surrender, discipline, sexual fetishes &amp;amp; fantasies, and intense physical &amp;amp; emotional experiences</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-9016990299356124952</id><published>2009-01-16T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:52:53.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dildo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pussy spanking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal plug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><title type='text'>Toy 'Moving Day'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/SYAFIrCJInI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WihjN46r5O4/s1600-h/P1161656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/SYAFIrCJInI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WihjN46r5O4/s320/P1161656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296238808336507506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 January, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Airing Out The Toys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home with a new lock this morning which I had purchased to lock a new case I bought, in which we were going to store our toys. We'd always kept all our dildos, vibrators, plugs, clips, clamps, cuffs, paddles, crops, lubes, etc... in my nightstand next to our bed, but with the kids getting older we had decided to keep them in a more secure location. Today I was going to clear out the nightstand and lock them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; in the new case. I decided that since I was cleaning out the nightstand, I would take the time and wash and clean all the toys. One by one I soaped them up, then stood them up to air-dry. It actually was quite a sight seeing them all lined up (see picture). I told my wife I was going to fill her with them when I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even found the remote-control egg vibrator that I had wanted to give to our friend M last year.  It was still in the box, unused.  M had told me a long time ago how it might be nice to be able to wear and use one while at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while later I had my wife strip and lay on the bed. I undressed and began playing with her pussy, eventually working my way down her body until I was eating her pussy. She squirmed as I gripped and spread her ass, working my tongue from her asshole to her swollen clit.   When she was nice and wet, I took the very large black plug (second from the left) and started working it into her pussy.  It was a tight fit, and it stretched her pussy good.  I worked it into my wife's pussy as I licked and sucked on her clit.  Her pussy lips were stretched tightly around the circumference of the fat plug.  Her pussy looked hot stretched so wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fucked for a while before I decided that I wanted her ass filled.  I climbed off her and grabbed the long blue anal finger dildo.  I lubed my wife's ass and slowly worked it's contoured length up into her tight ass.   With it finally embedded deep inside her, I worked my fingers into her pussy and went back to work on her clit with my tounge.  She grunted and moaned as I worked both her holes.   I started spanking her pussy and clit, which brought deep groans with each slap.  I continued with the pussy spanking as she squirmed and spread herself for me.  She was aroused and so was I - my cock was rock hard and needed to be inside her.    I pushed her legs apart wider and positioned my cock at her pussy.  I pressed forward and slid right in, her wetness offering no resistance at all.   I was balls deep inside my wife - I hadn't started thrusting, just content to enjoy the tightness of her pussy as well as feel the ridgid toy that was buried in her ass, against my cock,  through the thin membrane between her ass and pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, without any movement or thrusting at all, her eyes widened and my wife blurted out, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh God, I'm cumming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  She sounded surprised that she was cumming as she shook and tensed beneath me.  I don't think I can remember her ever cumming like this - without any direct stimulation or active fucking.   I was surprised when she just started cumming.  Our bodies were still, albeit with her pussy filled with my cock and her ass filled with our long toy.  I think it was having both her ass and her pussy filled at the same time that put her over the edge.  She does like having her ass filled, especially while having her pussy fucked.  She likes the thought of being DP'd and we both enjoy watching DP movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of her more interesting orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-9016990299356124952?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9016990299356124952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=9016990299356124952' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/9016990299356124952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/9016990299356124952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/toy-moving-day.html' title='Toy &apos;Moving Day&apos;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/SYAFIrCJInI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WihjN46r5O4/s72-c/P1161656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-6980457000993243490</id><published>2009-01-15T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:05:49.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black cock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>A Nice Long Orgasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/SX6plTAlGII/AAAAAAAAAHE/4jTJU2HNHkI/s1600-h/010808_BBC_04_hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/SX6plTAlGII/AAAAAAAAAHE/4jTJU2HNHkI/s320/010808_BBC_04_hung.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295856670057240706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 January, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching BBC (Big Black Cock) And A Nice Long Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't written in some time.  Not much of anything to report or write about what with the holidays, both of us getting sick with head colds,and the kids being out for school vacations.  There just hasn't been the time or the inclination for much sexual play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some good sex yesterday morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fortunately, school is back in session which has given my wife and I our mornings alone together again. My wife climbed back into bed after making sure the kids got to school.  We were going to watch a non-sexual movie on the laptop when she caught glimpse of a particular title of a movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"What is Mandingo?&lt;/span&gt;" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title she had seen was for an X-rated movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mandingo vs Jack&lt;/span&gt;, a black on white interracial movie I had downloaded.   I started the movie. When he finally revealed his cock, it the size of it was unbelievable.  It was as thick around as a wrist and had to have been 11" at least!  My wife and I watched as his pretty white partner sucked on his thick dark cock and attempted to take as much of him into her mouth as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He is HUGE!"&lt;/span&gt;, my wife exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was not exaggerating.  I've seen my share of black cock/white pussy movies, which, as I mentioned I get off on, but he had to have the longest, thickest one I have ever seen.  He was truly hung like a horse.  We watched as he stretched her pussy even though two-thirds of his cock wasn't even able to fit inside.  Despite black on white movies not being my wife's favorite genre, her pussy got nice and wet from the movie as well as my fingers.  I started fucking her from behind as she continued watching the movie laying half on her side with one leg drawn up to give me access to her pussy.  I fucked down into her as I spread her ass, which she enjoys.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We switched movies a couple times, finally settling on a nasty anal domination movie that got us both really worked up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She ended up cumming before me and I pulled out of her, laid on my back and started stroking my cock to bring myself to orgasm.  My cock was nice and slippery with her juices.  I began fantasizing of fucking her friend B and I came shortly thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cumming I turned to my wife who was still watching the movie.  This was a little unusual, but not unwelcomed,  because she is mostly a one-orgasm woman.  She hadn't cum strongly the first time though and when I placed my hand on her thigh near her pussy, she spread her legs wide for me, giving me open access once again. I love it when she wants to keep going and cum again!!     It is always a treat for me when she is aroused enough to want a second (or more) orgasm so soon after having had one.  One reason I like it is that we obviously don't always cum at the same time when fucking and  those times when she cums before me, I am either forced to 'rush' my orgasm, have no orgasm, or have her finish me another way. Also,  I just find it highly arousing when my wife (or any woman for that matter) is aroused enough to want to cum more than once in row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fingered and played with her already wet pussy before moving between her legs to taste her juices and feel her hard clit between my lips.  She would alternate between watching the movie and closing her eyes enjoying my mouth on her pussy.  I began fucking her and talking dirty to her about the ass fucking that we were watching on the screen and how I was going to do the same to her.  She told me how good my cock felt inside her.  My wife has been cumming sooner than usual lately and her second orgasm followed the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M.O.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm cumming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and started to buck and hold onto me tightly as I continued thrusting into her harder.  Her body shuddered and tensed.  When I thought she was done I started to wind down my thrusts but she held her grip on me and her body continued to pulse.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm still cumming."&lt;/span&gt; she gasped, as she looked directly into my eyes, her words broken by the contractions her body was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was having an unusually long orgasm, also something that doesn't normally happen.  Ordinarily, when she cums, it is very powerful and intense, but subsides rather quickly - today was one of the rarer times when her orgasm came in much more subtle 'waves' and for much a much longer period of time. I love the look on her face as she has these extended orgasms.   I continued sliding in and out of her, more slowly now, to prolong her orgasm as long as possible.  I told her how sexy she looked cumming like she did.  Somewhere, as she was cumming for the second time,  I came again too, this time inside her pulsing pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-6980457000993243490?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6980457000993243490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=6980457000993243490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6980457000993243490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6980457000993243490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-long-orgasm.html' title='A Nice Long Orgasm'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/SX6plTAlGII/AAAAAAAAAHE/4jTJU2HNHkI/s72-c/010808_BBC_04_hung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-9089922634419036424</id><published>2008-12-04T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:21:03.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fisting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gangbang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl-girl'/><title type='text'>Reviewing Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STwLAeXelOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vQJ-QAeovlQ/s1600-h/071607_pumped_cunt_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STwLAeXelOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vQJ-QAeovlQ/s200/071607_pumped_cunt_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277104966150821090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 December, Thursday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Nice Wake Up. &lt;/span&gt;  I was awoken this morning by my wife when she crawled back into bed next to me and immediately began fondling and stroking my cock.  She snuggled up to me as she did, grinding her pussy against my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still aroused from watching videos the other day alone, then again with me when I got home.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want you to use the pump on me again."&lt;/span&gt;  She was talking about our vacuum pump for her pussy.  I blogged about it back when we bought it over a year ago.  For the uninitiated, it's a clear, contoured, cup-like piece that fits over a woman's pussy, to which suction is applied, removing all the air and thus causing engorgement of, and extreme swelling of her pussy. (see photo) I guess you could somewhat compare the result with what happens when a woman uses a breast pump - same concept.  There are electric pumps which suck the air out quicker and more efficiently, but we bought the hand pump which was substantially less expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There was a video of a woman getting her clit pumped, too,"&lt;/span&gt; she said as I started to play with her pussy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"it's a little cup that fits over her clit.  He was using a dildo inside her as he pumped her clit."&lt;/span&gt;  I was familiar with the video, since I was the one who downloaded it a couple years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you want me to get one of those for your clit?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, came her reply.  I think I may have bought one when we first bought the pump.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Some of the pictures looked a little extreme, like maybe it hurt."&lt;/span&gt;  I don't think it does, but if so, I'd think it would be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pleasure/pain&lt;/span&gt;-thing, much like clips, clamps or clothes-pins are.  She's never complained about the pump hurting in the past, although the photos can make it appear that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hands were busy - my fingers buried inside her pussy and her hand wrapped around and agressively stroking my cock.  She proceeded to tell me more of what she wanted from what she watched a day ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I liked the fisting movies too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know. You've wanted to be fisted for a long time now."&lt;/span&gt;,    I have tried many times with her, but unfortunately, no matter how patient I am and how much lube I use, my hands are just too large to fit fully inside her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I need to get you a woman with hands small enough to fit inside your pussy, to stretch you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!  Maybe she will get me ready so you can fist me after.  After she stretches me for you." &lt;/span&gt;she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I liked the video with the girls using the dildo on each other."&lt;/span&gt;  This is the one she told me was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; - two gorgeous girls using a double-headed dildo on another sexy blonde.  I  told her I needed to find someone to play with and use her pussy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, but I want her to know she is there to play with me, to do things to me and know that I won't be playing with her."&lt;/span&gt;  My wife is passive bi at this point, but I think she can be turned.   I like to think that once she gets into it and gets more exposure with women that this could change and that she'd be willing to reciprocate or play a little with her too.  So far, it's just been one woman who has played with her.  The ideal situation would be either a bi submissive, service-oriented woman to serve both of us and who enjoys being dominated OR an experienced, teacher-type, perhaps on the more dominant side herself to guide my wife sexually alongside me.  Both types would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You like girl-girl play don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just think it's nasty....Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about gangbangs, too.  How she liked watching those videos and how she'd like being surrounded by 3-4 men, the center of attention,  as they used her, played with her and fucked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-9089922634419036424?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9089922634419036424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=9089922634419036424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/9089922634419036424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/9089922634419036424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/reviewing-movies.html' title='Reviewing Movies'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STwLAeXelOI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vQJ-QAeovlQ/s72-c/071607_pumped_cunt_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8748170176813758759</id><published>2008-12-02T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:35:52.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribadism'/><title type='text'>Videos and Tribadism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STcHtAfM2lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FvooBEMy5uw/s1600-h/073007_pussy_rubbing_05_closeup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STcHtAfM2lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FvooBEMy5uw/s200/073007_pussy_rubbing_05_closeup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275693958294198866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STcHtLoxPgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-MgP-OXETA/s1600-h/073007_pussy_rubbing_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STcHtLoxPgI/AAAAAAAAAF8/5-MgP-OXETA/s200/073007_pussy_rubbing_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275693961287122434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 December, Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;-  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Unusual Location&lt;/span&gt;.  My wife texted me while I was at work today.  She was working with a computer we just got and had hooked up an external drive so that she could listen to some music that was on it.  She had run into a folder full of XXX videos and clips, some of which included her. I didn't hear from her for awhile - I figured she was engrossed in watching the videos. It turns me on knowing that my wife is at home being naughty watching porn on the computer.   About a half an hour later,  I texted her to see if there were any in particular that she liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fisting...Gangbang"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home an hour and a half later, she was freshly showered and back at the computer.  I was still aroused about her having been alone at home watching sexy movies.  I went to the folder of the most recently viewed videos and saw that most of what she had watched involved anal, fisting, gangbangs/orgies or girl-on-girl play - all scenes she likes and/or wants to happen to her.    I clicked on a few of her choices and watched them with her [again].  We started fooling around as we watched - she was sitting in a chair as I either knelt or stood next to her - we kissed as I fondled and played with her swollen breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you enjoy watching the movies?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she had masturbated while she watched them. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Did you touch and play with your pussy?"&lt;/span&gt;  She answered that she had made herself cum earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood next to her, she undid my pants, reached in, fondled and then pulled&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; out my hardening cock.  With one hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; she stroked my cock and with her other hand, she reached around behind me and grabbed hold of my balls and pulled and fondled them.  I LOVE IT when she plays with me from behind like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, whether it is my cock or my balls she handles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife took off her pants and spread her legs, placing her feet on the counter.  She looked hot in this position!  I started playing with her pussy, rubbing her stiffening clit, dipping my finger inside her and spreading her slippery juices over her lips and clit.  Her eyes glazed over as I started fingering her deeply, her ass pushed up to the edge of the chair.  She turned her head and took my hard cock into her mouth sucking me as I dug deeper into her pussy with my hand and fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"There is a HOT video of three women in a all girl orgy."&lt;/span&gt;, she panted.  She is not normally very verbal as we play, so I always love it when she suggests things, tells me what she wants or what turns her on.  She is most verbal when she is very turned on...like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the video she liked so much.  It was of three very hot looking blondes, two of them were working on the third, sucking, licking, and playing with her.   Eventually, they started using a long, clear,  double-headed dildo on each other, burying both ends in their bare pussies and fucking against each other.  They rubbed their pussies against each other, which really turns my wife on.  I didn't used to know this, but there is a term for this - &lt;a href="http://encarta.msn.com/dictionary_1861721758/tribadism.html"&gt;Tribadism&lt;/a&gt;  My wife wants to experience this with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You want to feel that don't you?  Another woman's pussy rubbing against yours?"&lt;/span&gt;,  I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt; was her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Wouldn't it be nice to have girlfriends to play with like this? To rub your pussy against?  Maybe one of your girlfriends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fuck and grabbed my wife's legs turning her towards me in the chair and stripped off my pants, which had been down around my ankles.  It was not going to be easy - this was a dining room chair, kinda low and with a relatively small seat-section.  I contorted, half squatting and positioned my cock at the entrance to my wife's pussy and pushed forward.  I slid into her easily.  There wasn't much room on the seat but somehow we managed to fit tightly together, my cock buried inside her.  It actually was a VERY hot scene - both of us on the small chair, coupled, her back pushed up against the kitchen cabinets, her legs spread wide and up in the air as I thrust into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I like knowing that you were right here playing with your pussy while you watched the movies"&lt;/span&gt;,  I told her.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Now you know where the movies are when you want to watch them again.  You're supposed to tell me when you masturbate or want to touch yourself, though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, now I know where."&lt;/span&gt; she said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was such a turn on for both of us because of the unusual location and position we were fucking in.  My wife agreed it was hot fucking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't last too long - it was too arousing for me.  She finished shortly after I filled her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8748170176813758759?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8748170176813758759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8748170176813758759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8748170176813758759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8748170176813758759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-alone-watching-videos.html' title='Videos and Tribadism'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STcHtAfM2lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FvooBEMy5uw/s72-c/073007_pussy_rubbing_05_closeup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7967828344787220125</id><published>2008-11-26T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:31:22.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26 November, Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sharing Again.&lt;/span&gt;    I saw M today, my wife's sexy friend who I've wanted to sleep with or have join my wife and I in bed.  There hasn't been much to write about regarding M in a long time.  M is the one who gave my wife her first Brazilian waxing, and so, has had her hands on my wife's pussy, which I had the pleasure of being present for.  Both my wife and I have shared with M, parts of our sex life, including the desire to start playing with others and including them in our bed.  I, more so than my wife, would update M ocassionally whenever we'd see her or I'd fire off an email or text to her if she had been the object of my wife's &amp;amp; my previous night's fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed sharing the intimate details of our sex life with her and also liked hearing bits and pieces of M's sexual history and her sexual likes and dislikes.  I still have the hots for her, even after being rebuffed by her sometime over a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime last year, though, our sharing with M stopped.  Even now, I really don't know what happened back then, but the gist of it all and the end result was that M apparently wanted the sexual sharing and suggestive comments to stop.  So it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more than a year later now and I've not shared with her or otherwise attempted to get her to sleep with me or us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was a nice surprise today, for her to ask me how things were going on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'lifestyle' &lt;/span&gt;front.  (Now I wouldn't classify my wife's journey or our, so far very limited experiences as 'the lifestyle', especially given that it's already been almost two years - and counting - since my wife and I have seriously been talking about including others, taking lovers and her becoming a shared-wife.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked whether we've gotten together with any other couples, etc...  (There have been plenty of opportunities through the &lt;a href="http://www.swinglifestyle.com/"&gt;SwingLifestyle&lt;/a&gt; site that we belong to, but it's been my wife who has been unwilling to pull the trigger and follow through with actually meeting.  She'd prefer playing with friends versus 'strangers'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her an update on the situation, telling her how things have kinda morphed from actual swinging with other couples or singles, to my wife now attempting to have a lover(s).  (My reasoning/feeling is that once she actually takes a lover and gets comfortable fucking other men, she'll be more open to expanding our adventures to couples, threesomes or possibly even orgies/gangbangs).  I told M about my wife having had phone sex and cumming with G on the phone a couple weeks back and how I have encouraged her to entertain lovers in our bed while I am busy at work.  It wasn't alot to report, but for MY wife, it has been good progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is in the process of not being married anymore.  Things were tough for some time, so it is a good thing that she is on her own.  As I was leaving, I told her I'd keep her updated with our 'progress'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She laughed and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"OK, I'll live through the two of you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7967828344787220125?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7967828344787220125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7967828344787220125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7967828344787220125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7967828344787220125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/12/m.html' title='M'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-4961329673622528420</id><published>2008-11-16T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:10:31.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='B'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch'/><title type='text'>The Sex is Always Hotter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbm1kwlFdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ync9Z8X9xBk/s1600-h/120107_black_04_NICE_pulling_him_deep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbm1kwlFdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ync9Z8X9xBk/s200/120107_black_04_NICE_pulling_him_deep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275657821586003410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbm1iOlEPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/no8UYmZeucg/s1600-h/102207_threesome_04_twister_wife_%26_two_lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbm1iOlEPI/AAAAAAAAAD8/no8UYmZeucg/s200/102207_threesome_04_twister_wife_%26_two_lovers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275657820906524914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 November, Sunday -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot Couch Sex and Thoughts of  her friend B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I guess it's to be expected, but sex with my wife is always hotter after she's been flirting with a potential lover.  She is so much more responsive and uninhibited when the possibility of actually being fucked by him gets closer to reality.  Nothing is turns me on more than seeing her so sexually agitated and agressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple hours alone this afternoon, without the kids and took advantage of the time, with a hot fuck on the couch.I love fucking on the couch.    I had my wife in the same position that I have envisioned her lovers having her in, many times - I position that I enjoy taking her in as well - my wife naked, on the couch, leaning back into her lover's chest, head back, his tongue deep in her mouth kissing her, her legs spread wide exposing her pussy to him, and his fingers deep inside her.  She would have her hand wrapped around his cock stroking it up and down as he had his way with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had her in this exact position today.  It's one of my favorite places and positions for being able to play with her - it gives me excellent access to her pussy, her breasts and her mouth.  We started talking about the possibilities for her this next week with G - perhaps as soon as tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had reached around her to play with her pussy, the palm of my hand slapping firmly against her clit as I worked a finger deep inside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I described how G was going to use, maul, and take her right her on the couch, in this very position.  Her eyes began to glaze over with lust as I detailed her naught future with him.  She had grabbed hold of my cock and had been working her hand up and down it's length.  She would moan deeply into my mouth as she visualized the scenes I was whispering to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, she got up and attempted to straddle me.  I was leaned back against the arm of the sofa as she hurried to plant her pussy onto my hard cock.  There was this sense of urgency about her as she climbed on top of me.  She needed to fuck and let out a moan as she lowered herself down onto me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this how you are going to fuck G?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/span&gt;  She was frantic from the start, fucking and grinding enthusiastically.  We kissed as she bounced and ground down on my hard cock.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Imagine how it's going to feel having his big cock deep up inside you." &lt;/span&gt; She was sighing and panting heavily.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"His hands roaming all over your sexy body, holding your ass as you fuck him."&lt;/span&gt;  She moaned loudly. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Him sucking your breasts as his cock swells inside you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when my wife is on top;  it gives me access to her body with two free hands and lots of kissing.  This was turning into a speed-fuck...a quickie.  I could feel it in my balls and see it in her glazed-over eyes - neither of us was going to last long.  I really love it when my wife gets this way - uninhibited - the fucking is so good, so primal.  The more vocal and uninhibited she is, the more aroused I get.  She was panting hard as she rode me.  I couldn't hold out much longer, she felt too good, too tight.  I came, moaning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm emptying my cum into you!"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; as I gripped her ass tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife wasn't quite ready and continued her gyrations on my semi-hard cock until she came, panting heavily.  It was a nice fuck, fairly quick but very passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night while in bed, we were reading a book on sex, men, &amp;amp; love together and talking about [the] various topics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what she wanted more of.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oral sex" &lt;/span&gt;came her reply.  I knew what the answer would be.  I have always been a fiend for oral sex, ever since I can remember having sex with anyone besides myself.  I have always loved climbing between my wife's spread legs and spending lots of time sucking and licking her juicy pussy.  And so did she.  However, since she got her clit pierced about two years ago, it has seemed to me that she has enjoyed it less and, so, I have performed it on her less.  Perhaps, I've thought, that her clit was just  more sensitive since getting pierced and maybe the stimulation was just too much now.  She agreed that she was somewhat more sensitive since the ring was put in. She also suggested that since she started getting regularly waxed, that perhaps the lack of any hair on/around her pussy - the lack of 'insulation'   (hair) as I ate her - made the contact too direct and too strong..  I promised to eat her more often...and more gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how much I love eating her pussy.  How I used to love eating her right before I would leave for work at night and how I liked having her scent on me when I left - on my mustache/goatee and fingers.   She would get so wet , spreading herself wide for me on the couch.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, yes.  I liked that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  she replied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I like having you spread me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a little about when our friend M waxed her - how nice it was to have M's hands all over her pussy as she worked to make her bare as I watched nearby and M's email afterward to me about how it must have driven me crazy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"watching my fingers touching her pretty pussy"&lt;/span&gt;.   My wife reminded me I will need to find someone else to wax as well as take care of her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, in turn, told her that I wanted her to suck my cock more often and that I wanted more oral, both ways too.  I suggested more 69ing, which she agreed would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I also wanted to start fucking her ass regularly.  She reminded me that I needed to work her ass regularly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you don't work it, it tightens up."&lt;/span&gt;  She was right, I used to regularly work three fingers into her tight hole as well as fill it with plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began to play with each other and our conversation turned once again to her and G.  I had noticed earlier when I got into it that my wife had straightened up all around our bed, the various books and little piles of stuff were gone - it was tidy and neat.  I brought it up to her,  asking whether, as well as implying at the same time that, she had cleaned up in preparation for him, for G...to use while he fucked my wife.  She admitted as much to me and I told her how naughty I thought it was that she was making these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'preparations'&lt;/span&gt; for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had gotten waxed for him yesterday and now had cleaned up our bed to create a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'nest'&lt;/span&gt; for them to fuck in.  I continued to detail for her how she would 'prepare' for him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're going to dress for him, wear perfume for him, and spend extra time on your makeup to make yourself sexy for him."&lt;/span&gt;  It was all naughty.  Naughty for a married wife to prepare for her lover like this, especially with her husband's permission and knowledge.  I like that my wife is conservative ...conservative, yet also having a desire to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naughty little wife'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I love the thought of her being both conservative AND naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Having a lover while your husband is gone, being at home waiting for him to arrive, opening the door for him knowing you are going to fuck him, fuck him right here in our bed - on the same spot that I'm fucking you right now.  Eating your married pussy.  It's all so naughty.  Naughty that you're taking the Pill so he can fuck you bareback, so he can just slide his cock inside you, unprotected and cum inside you. So he can fill your pussy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes!!"&lt;/span&gt; she said excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"G's going to fill your married pussy. So naughty.  It's going to be the first time in a long time that you've had another man's cum, besides mine, inside your pussy while we've been married, isn't it??  Your lover's cum.  So naughty." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she gasped. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "It's going to be the first time I've had two men's cum inside me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Two?"&lt;/span&gt; I quizzed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, on the same day.  G's and yours, my husband's."&lt;/span&gt; she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yesss, baby!"&lt;/span&gt;  It was hot hearing those words coming out of my wife's mouth.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You're going to leave his cum inside you aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, so you can check me when you get home."&lt;/span&gt;  She continued.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm going to spread my legs so you can inspect my pussy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's going to look freshly fucked...stretched and full of your lover's cum, isn't it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, then you're going to fuck me.  I'll have two men's cum inside me on the same day."&lt;/span&gt;  She was excited  and her words sounded so lusty.  I love it when my wife let's loose verbally like this.  It means that she is very aroused and feeling uninhibited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the conversation to a familiar place as I continued fucking my wife. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Then you can call B and tell her all about it.  How your lover fucked you and then how your husband came home and fucked you immediately afterwards.  You can tell B how you have both our cum inside you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/span&gt;  She was excited by the thought of sharing this with B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did you ever tell B about your phone sex with G?"&lt;/span&gt;  She had.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When?"&lt;/span&gt; I followed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"That same day, after I talked to you.  Right after it happened.  I told her,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I just had phone sex with G.' &lt;/span&gt; She said B had wanted to hear all the details, but my wife was too embarassed to share the particulars with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"She was turned on by it, wasn't she?"&lt;/span&gt;  I asked about B.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why didn't you tell me?  You know you are supposed to tell me whenever you share"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, I think so."&lt;/span&gt;, she answered.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry for not telling you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were both getting more excited by the conversation as we fucked.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"B likes hearing about you and G, doesn't she?  It turns her on doesn't it?  Do you think it made her pussy wet to hear about it?  Does B know that I know all about you and G?&lt;/span&gt;"  She answered affirmatively to to each of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hopefully this week, you will be able to tell her how G fucked you, how you let him cum inside you and how he sucked your pussy.  B's gonna like that, isn't she?  She's gonna get wet hearing all about you and G.  Maybe B will masturbate afterwards...after listening to you tell her all about it."&lt;/span&gt;  My wife agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"B is sexy, honey, I want her."&lt;/span&gt;, I told my wife. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to fuck her.  Do you think she wants a lover too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, I think so."&lt;/span&gt;, my wife said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You think she wants to be a naughty wife, too?   Like you?  You think she wants to fuck and play with a lover?&lt;/span&gt;", I continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want her married pussy."&lt;/span&gt;, I grunted as I picked up the pace of my thrusts.  My wife started cumming as I continued to tell her how hot and sexy I found B and how I wanted her.  I didn't last much longer and came as I described and  visualized the image of both B and my wife being fucked right next to each other on the bed, side by side, legs spread, my wife getting fucked by her lover and B by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-4961329673622528420?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4961329673622528420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=4961329673622528420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4961329673622528420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4961329673622528420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/sex-is-always-hotter.html' title='The Sex is Always Hotter...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbm1kwlFdI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ync9Z8X9xBk/s72-c/120107_black_04_NICE_pulling_him_deep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8972509206266333017</id><published>2008-11-14T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T06:34:37.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting'/><title type='text'>Cumming Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3CEUvfrEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SHhfx04S2Rg/s1600-h/phonesex_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3CEUvfrEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SHhfx04S2Rg/s320/phonesex_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277587717891271746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 November, Friday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phone Play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   My wife had gone out for morning coffee with her friend B today.  I was at work and hadn't heard from her in a while and texted her to find out what she was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  It was taking a few minutes longer than usual for her to respond - I soon found out why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:03):  Flirting with G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:04):  Hmmmm...Good Girl...Did he contact u?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (11/14 10:07):  Be forward with him.  Invite him over to have u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't receive any texts from her for almost half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:28):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Next week, but we just came over phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;(It was hard believe what I was reading!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (11/14 10:29):  Phone sex?  Sounds hot baby!  What was he telling u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:29):  How he will lick and suck me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:30):  U will have to tell me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:31):  U liked that didn't u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:31):  He seemed to like as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:33):  Were you telling him what u wanted to do to him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:34):  Little bit.  Asked if I get to suck him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:35):  What else was he telling u?  What was his answer about sucking him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:35):  He said yes he wants that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:37):  How did you get started playing with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:39):  I saw him this morning before coffee with B.  I sent him a text.  He called, then I returned his call.  Told him I was laying on the bed.  He liked that I called in that position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:40):  Told him i had legs crossed.  He said to uncross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:42):  Then he started telling u what to do?  R u still turned on by it?  What did u set up for next week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:42):  He said I didn't invite him up last time.  I told him I get nervous.  Told him he should just come up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:43):  I told u that all u had to do was invite him up to have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:44):  Did he tell u to start playing with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:45):   Well, I told him my hands were on my belly.  He said too high.  Told me I needed to unzip, touch button.  He also told me to put my finger inside.  I told him I was wet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:46):  Nice.  And u followed his directions, told him when u were touching yourself?  Did he tell u to undress?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 10:48):  Did u ask if he was hard and stroking himself?  Did he make u spread ur legs wide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:50):   I asked where his hands were.  He said he was trying to figure why he was so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 10:51):   No did not.  Told me that if he sees me, he will chase me down and take me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 11:00):  Did u like knowing u had made him hard and that he was stroking himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 11:01): Yes, but then wondered if he might be putting me on.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (11/14 11:02:):   Told him my belly is pierced and asked if he likes that.  He said he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 11:02):  Have confidence that u r hot and sexy baby!  Did u tell him ur clit is pierced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 11:04): No, figured he would like surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 11:04): Yes he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 11:05):  Told him if he is down there he will c my other tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I gave my wife a call shortly afterwards, where she recounted her conversation and masturbation with G in greater detail to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if it was nice to cum with G on the phone.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did you tell B about it?"&lt;/span&gt;  I asked her.  She was going for coffee with her and I wasn't sure if she had talked to G before or after her coffee with B. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Not yet"&lt;/span&gt;, she said.  I like it when my wife shares with B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been on the bed already talking to G when I sent her the first text to see what she was doing.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You sent over the text and G heard your beep and said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Oh, is that your husband finding out what you are doing?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I told him&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yes, it is'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  I told him that I told you I was flirting with him."  &lt;/span&gt;He had replied back to her about it, but unfortunately the connection was bad and she couldn't hear what he had said about her telling me about her flirting with him.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He got a little quiet"&lt;/span&gt;  - a little more reserved or tentative she told me later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about not having seen each other in a while.  (The last time was when she called him to help her jump start her car while I was at work back near the end of October)  G told her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Well, you didn't invite me up last time'&lt;/span&gt;.  She told him that she gets nervous.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You get nervous??'&lt;/span&gt; he questioned.  She commenced to tell him how she did not want to do anything that he wouldn't want to.  He told her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no harm with playing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;   My wife agreed with G, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Well, I think so, but I don't know if you think so'.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I told him next time for him to just come up to the house"&lt;/span&gt;, she said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He asked me what I was doing.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I said to him,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I am laying on the bed.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  He asked me where were my hands and I told him my legs are up and crossed.  He told me to uncross them. I did and told him.    I said my legs were rocking back &amp;amp; forth and I was rubbing my stomach.  He told me that they were too high and said I should put my hands lower.  I said something about my pants being in the way.  He said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You should take your pants off'."   &lt;/span&gt;She said that she had moved the phone down and undid her pants, hoping he would hear her unzipping them.  He didn't.  (I asked her later tonight as we fucked, if she had gotten naked for him...she had, from the waist down), He asked her if she was more comfortable, then he, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Told me to move my hand lower'.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I moved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;them lower and I asked him where his hands were."&lt;/span&gt;  He answered her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'On my leg...and wondering why I am getting hard.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I told him to own up to it -  that it was hard because of me...he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yes'&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It sounded like he was stroking himself, then he told me to touch myself."&lt;/span&gt;  I asked my wife if she liked that he was stroking himself while talking to her on the phone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I thought:  'Is he just putting me on? playing with me?'"&lt;/span&gt;.  I reminded her how sexy she truly is and that I am positive that he was not messing with her.  She replied,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"That is what's going through my mind...Is he really doing it, stroking himself, or what?  I think i asked him if he was touching himself."&lt;/span&gt;  She said tonight that she could hear him breathing heavily as he stroked his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She continued,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Then he started to tell me what he'd like to do to me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hat he wants to lick and suck my pussy".&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "And were you answering and talking back to him?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked my wife.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was just kinda listening, then he told me how he wanted to fuck me.   I asked him if he wants me to suck him.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;e said I should use one of my toys down there."&lt;/span&gt;  I asked if she got out one of our dildos or vibrators for him.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"No. He told me he would use them on me. He said if he sees me again, he'd chase me down and take me in the car."&lt;/span&gt;    I asked her what made her finally cum, I wanted to know if there was something in particular that he said that pushed her over the edge. She didn't know.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I told him that I wanted him to cum and  a little later he said he wants me to cum...we came pretty much together"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Was it nice to hear him cumming for you?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes".  "Was he loud?"  "No, not necessarily loud.  He moaned when he came.&lt;/span&gt;"     I asked her if she was moaning and making noise for him.  She said she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He said he would call me next week, so nothing is set up. I told him my arms and neck were sore and that i needed a massage.  He said he  would come by on Monday to massage me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"That was a nice first for you wasn't it?, You got to cum with G on the phone"&lt;/span&gt; I asked her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, it was nice!  It was fun, exciting...it was spontaneous, that was good.  He said something like ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'We both want the same thing.'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I told him I didn't want to do anything that would bother him [in his marriage].  That is what makes me nervous.  He said again to me,&lt;/span&gt; 'A little playing is OK.'  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I was proud of her...for taking this step with G.  She laughed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Proud that I had phone sex with another man?" &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes,"&lt;/span&gt; I replied.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "One step closer to taking him as your lover"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, I reminded her about being ready for G next week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 12:04):  U should get ur pussy waxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 12:36):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  OK, made appt for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 12:38):  Good girl.  Have u been taking ur pills so G can cum inside u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 12:40):  Yes, but he may just want to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 12:41):  He may not call either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 12:45):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Maybe not, but I want u ready for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 12:47):  Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (11/14 12:49):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; U know that if u and him get naked alone and u start touching each other, that u r going to want him to fuck u and he is going to want to also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (11/14 12:50):  Yes, pretty sure of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A very positive event for all.  This is clearly the furthest and the most sexual that things have gotten between my wife and G.  It was exciting to receive her texts and to talk with her about her experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to either watch my wife as she plays with G, even if it is just while she has phone sex with him or to listen to her as she plays with him, moaning, gasping, grunting, talking dirty to G&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and being uninhibited with another man.   I really want to see how she responds to having another man's cock inside her pussy, another man's cock in her mouth, another man's mouth on her pussy, and her hand wrapped around another man's thick cock.  I don't want her to be inhibited by my presence while she is with her lover, rather, I'd like to be that fly on the wall watching and listening to her in her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natural state&lt;/span&gt; with a lover, saying what she wants to him, making as much noise as she wants, and acting as naughty and nasty with him as she dares without thinking about how she 'should be'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we fucked tonight, I told her how I wanted to know that she was being handled, used and fucked by G while I was at work.  She said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will call you when he is on his way over......unless he just shows up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8972509206266333017?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8972509206266333017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8972509206266333017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8972509206266333017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8972509206266333017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/cumming-together.html' title='Cumming Together'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3CEUvfrEI/AAAAAAAAAGk/SHhfx04S2Rg/s72-c/phonesex_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-3331409058750378475</id><published>2008-10-24T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:01:53.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fits and Starts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;24 October, Friday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;Musings -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  G did not come over to the house yesterday.  My wife had texted him early in the morning but he did not reply or come by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife 10/23 10:08:  He has not replied.  Told him I was not busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued a little via text about it.  I (as I usually do) wanted her to be more bold, more forward and direct with G about what she wants and when she wants it.  She wants him to take the lead, the initiative. She does not want to appear to be pushy.  It's my opinion that she still has a lack of confidence that G wants her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this seems to be his M.O. - he drops out of sight for a few weeks or a month after the little flirtations with my wife or after telling her he will call her.  I believe this frustrates my wife and makes her feel that he is a reluctant participant in her pursuit. Could be he's just being a guy.   I always assure her that he would love to take her to bed, but have to admit that his slow pace is drawing my wife's hotwife journey out.  Sometimes, I will read or review my blog and have lamented how my wife has seemingly been only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'a day'&lt;/span&gt; away or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'an invite up or text'&lt;/span&gt; away from having her first lover (with my permission/knowledge). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog entry, I guess, is where I get to say that as much as I want to see my wife take a lover and fuck other men, I'm OK with the pace of things...kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this whole journey exciting for me has everything to do with who my wife is - her personality type, her history,  her values, etc...  What I mean by this is that what turns me on most about all this is the fact that it is about a transformation, an evolution,  a transformation, a journey for my wife - for us together as a couple, from a conservative proper wife to a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;naughty&lt;/span&gt; conservative proper wife.  The [apparently] slow turning of a wife into a hotwife.  While at times the pace of her progress frustrates me, it also provides the kind of slow-burn kind of arousal and anticipation of things to come for her and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what stretch is it for a woman who is predisposed to spontaneous and prolific sex, to sleep with another man.  It isn't - It is easy for this type of woman.  It isn't so easy for my wife.  The excitement for me lies in that stretch for my wife, watching her grow, albeit slowly, incrementally, becoming more and more bold and daring with G, all while knowing that this is all more or less out of character for her to do or be so.  (This isn't to say I wouldn't enjoy having a wife who is predisposed to spontaneous and prolific sex with other men within our marriage!...but it would be a different kind of excitement.)  I much prefer the turning of a conservative wife.  Certainly there are control and domination aspects to my desire to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotwife&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shared-Wife&lt;/span&gt; that arouse me.  But probably the best term to describe why her journey interests me so is:   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The metamorphosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are my thoughts on the apparent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'peaks and valleys'&lt;/span&gt; of this blog and journey so far.  I reckon that there will be more false starts before my wife and G consumate their relationship.   Progress is being made by my wife, although at times it seems or feels imperceptible.  Sometimes we argue or fight about the lack thereof.   I tell her I am proud of her each time she does make progress, which she finds funny.  I do love her and honestly feel that in the end, this will enhance and bring excitement to the sexual side of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this doesn't sound too melancholy or overly reflective.  Just clarifying and reconciling my feelings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-3331409058750378475?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3331409058750378475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=3331409058750378475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3331409058750378475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3331409058750378475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/fits-and-starts.html' title='Fits and Starts'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1972761744826656409</id><published>2008-10-23T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T01:43:33.409-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girlfriends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slingbox'/><title type='text'>Slingbox - A Great Invention?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23 October, Thursday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scrambling to Get Service -&lt;/span&gt;   I'm at work, on my lunch trying to get my recently acquired Slingbox working in 'Remote Viewing' mode.  I am not having luck, despite having called tech support for assistance. At home connected to the Slingbox is a video camera, your basic handheld Sony video camera.  It is in the living room, switched on, and pointed at the couch in the living room.  This is where my wife platonically entertained G on his last visit a couple months ago.  This is where, with any luck, she will entertain him today, this time in a much less platonic way.  I was hoping to be able to watch the proceedings on my laptop, from work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, on Tuesday the 21st, while I was at work, my wife had contacted G and asked him if could come over to help her with the car battery.  The battery was dead and needed a trickle charge.  I had told my wife where the charger was and had explained to her how to do it herself, since I was not around to do it.  I guess, instead, she took it as an opportunity to call up G and invite him over to the house while she was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She texted me after he had left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (10/21 11:51):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  hi G came over &amp;amp; hooked up the car for me.  nothing else.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (10/21 11:53):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;oh good. u didn't invite him up?  Did u call him to come help u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (10/21 11:55):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;no didn't invite up.  i stumbled.  we talked in driveway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (10/21 11:55):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;u stumbled?? verbally?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (10/21 11:56):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;didn't ask.  got nervous. i'm not good at inviting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (10/21 11:58):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;babe! would have been a good opportunity to let him take u.  just like i described...on the couch.  Just ask him if he wants to cum up for a drink/soda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (10/21 12:00):&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;yeah, well i blew it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (10/21 12:01):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;were u two flirting?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (10/21 12:02):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no. haven't for a long time.  we hugged, he kissed my neck, i told him i liked, then he said 'like this' &amp;amp; lightly bit my neck.  i said yes &amp;amp; kissed his cheek.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (10/21 12:02):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" &gt;just send him a short text.  Tell him u wanted to invite him up but that u got nervous &amp;amp; tell him to drop by again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (10/21 12:07):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;said to him to come by more often.  sent him a text saying 'i owe u something'.  no reply&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (10/21 12:08):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;invited him to facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (10/21 12:10):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ummmm....that sounds nice, him biting ur neck like that &amp;amp; u telling him u like it.  I like that visual.  Kiss him on the lips, open mouth.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (10/21 12:12):  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I will be working this thursday  Tell him u will be alone and tell him to stop by while i am gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That night as we lay in bed kissing, I smelled her perfume.  I told her how nice she smelled as I inhaled her scent off her neck. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I wore some yesterday too.  I try to remember to wear it everyday because I know you like it."&lt;/span&gt; she told me.  I replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"But you put it on for G today, didn't you?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, came her answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you like it when he kissed your neck today?  Did you like it when he nibbled on and bit your neck?"&lt;/span&gt;  It was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt; on both counts.    She had only kissed him on the cheek as they hugged outside today.   she said.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like that you were with him standing right in front of our house today as he kissed and nibbled on you - it's naughty for a married woman".  "Yes, it was" "Next time I want you to give him a nice open mouth kiss - give him your tounge"  "OK....I want to be waxed."&lt;/span&gt; she answered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "For your lover?  For G right?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, I want to be waxed for him."  "I love that you want to be sexy for your lover - it is so sexy and naughty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked what she wore for him.  She wore shorts and a pull over zip-up sweatshirt.  she added.   I asked if he noticed that,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I didn't wear a bra underneath and it was the type of sweatshirt that you can tell if you don't wear a bra.  I hope so!."  &lt;/span&gt;  I slid my cock into my wife, thrusting lazily in and out of her slick pussy as I continued to talk about her and G being together.  I reminded her about what I had told her earlier, that I was working on Thursday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Invite him over while I am away at work.  I want to know that:  he's got his tongue in your mouth;  he's got his hands all over your pussy; you've got your hand wrapped around his big cock; he has his mouth on your pussy; you've got his hard cock inside your mouth sucking on him; you're spreading your legs for him; he is pounding his cock into your wet pussy; his cock is dripping cum into your pussy as he fucks you; and I want to know that you let him fill your pussy with his seed...while you are alone here with him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She replied,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; " I think I will just call him on Thursday and ask him to come over."  "Yes,"&lt;/span&gt; I told her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tell him &lt;/span&gt;'My husband is gone for the day'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and invite him over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Were you turned on today?  Do you wish you would have invited him in?"  "Yes" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;she replied.&lt;/span&gt;  She hadn't invited him in, she said, because they really hadn't been flirting much since he last came over to the house.   She was really pushing against me now.  I had been thrusting deeply into her, and she was positioning her ass and angling her pussy so as to allow for maximum depth of penetration.  I love the feeling of being buried so deep inside her...the tightness, the glove-like grip and the feel of my cockhead bumping against the back of her pussy.  She was spreading her legs wide for me, locking her feet behind my thighs, pusher her knees down and apart on the bed, giving me complete access to the deepest parts of her pussy.  I love it when she spreads and grinds against me like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You want to feel G in you deep like this don't you?"  "Yes!"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are going to be his naughty hotwife."&lt;/span&gt;  She was sooo wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her nightie up over her breasts.  I love to watch them bounce and jiggle as I thrust into her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"G's going to like seeing your breasts bounce too while he gives you a hard fucking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you told any of your girlfriends about this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; She answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, B"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When?"&lt;/span&gt;, I continued.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A couple of months ago." &lt;/span&gt; This had to be right after she had had him over to the house and on the couch a couple months ago.  I asked her what she had told B.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I told her that I should have done it with him."   "So you told her that he had come over?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked my wife.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"  "That you were on the couch with him that day?"  "Yes"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you tell her who it is?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;    B had guessed correctly.  B knows G too, socially, and my wife told me that B had remembered that my wife told her she thought he was attractive some time back.   She told me that B thought he was attractive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you think B is turned on hearing about it...about you and G?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.  I have always liked it when my wife shares her/our sex life with her close girlfriends and I always encouraged her to do so with them.  I wasn't sure if she had told anyone recently about her efforts to make G her lover.  I especially like when she shares with B, since I find B to be sexy and attractive and would enjoy being with her and/or having her join my wife and I in bed.  B is conservative like my wife, and I'd love the opportunity to turn her into a hotwife alongside my wife.  The idea of getting her to step out on her marriage is highly arousing to me.  I love the thought of the two married women both seeking, keeping and sharing lovers - conservative yet naughty wives.  Normal wives and mothers, but with a sexual &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'dark side'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife's hand had moved between her legs.  She had been playing with her clit as I fucked her.  She told me that she was cumming, as we continued talking about B. I didn't want her to cum - I wanted to keep fucking her and wasn't ready to cum yet myself.   I picked up the pace anyway, pushing deep into her pussy before emptying my cum into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 October, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into the house today after work to find the living room and house in complete order and very neat.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You cleaned it up and had it ready for G, didn't you?  In case he came over.  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, her cell phone alarm that reminds her to take her Pill went off.  She apparently had gotten off schedule and had run out again.  Tomorrow was a possible day for her and G.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you protected?&lt;/span&gt;", I asked her.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Not sure, I think so."&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.   Just a few minutes later she was heading out the door to run to the pharmacy to get more Pills.  Unusual...and naughty to me that she wanted to run out in the middle of the evening to make sure she was prepared for her lover...just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1972761744826656409?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1972761744826656409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1972761744826656409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1972761744826656409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1972761744826656409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/10/slingbox-great-invention.html' title='Slingbox - A Great Invention?'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-6617636499049139420</id><published>2008-08-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:38:07.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbR5aPJ34I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ibhm_08NfL4/s1600-h/08-02-07_04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbR5aPJ34I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ibhm_08NfL4/s320/08-02-07_04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275634797736746882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 August, Saturday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Getting Ready&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  My wife got her pussy freshly waxed and her nails done Friday.  She also came back from the mall with two pairs of heels - a set of red ones and another pair that she called 'trashy sexy'.  She will look very sexy in both.  She also bought some new thong underwear and a pretty, low-cut bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's clear to me that she has begun preparing herself for for G, her soon to be lover.  She also made a point of telling me that she was going to start working out (consistently) again beginning Monday.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to look good for him which turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got the chance to feel her smooth pussy on my tongue tonight, as I covered her opening with my mouth, sucking on her slippery lips and pierced clit.  It had been a couple months since her last waxing - an unusually long time between them.  The same with getting her nails done.  Normally she gets herself taken care of every 3-4 weeks.  After G came over to the house the other day and spent some time with her, though, my wife promptly made appointments to get herself prettied up for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She climbed on top of me, kissing and grinding against my hard cock through her thong.  I pulled her thong to the side and she slid her pussy down onto my cock.  Sometimes I enjoy fucking her with her panties on, just moving them to the side like this - it seems to give things a sense of urgency...that there isn't even time to remove them.  Same thing with her bra - sometimes I like to just pull her breasts out, leaving her bra on, manhandling her.  She said she liked it like this too.  Her ass felt good in my hands as she bounced it up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like being on top."&lt;/span&gt; she said from above.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I like it too - I can look at you, run my hands all over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;, hold and spread your ass, and suck on your breasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  I told her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You like them?" &lt;/span&gt; she asked.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like seeing them sway and bounce as you ride me.  I want you to show more of them.  More cleavage, show them down to your nipples."&lt;/span&gt;  She said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like showing off for you and others."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I like that you've done all the things to make yourself sexy - waxed your pussy, manicured your nails, bought new heels and underwear for him.  You want to be sexy for him, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked her.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Does he make you feel sexy and feminine?"&lt;/span&gt;  Again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know you did it all for him.  So naughty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Very soon, honey, huh?"&lt;/span&gt;, I asked her about fucking G.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Yes, I hope so."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she said.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "You going to ride him just like you're doing right now."  "Yes."  "His hands all over your ass like this?"&lt;/span&gt; as I caressed and held her firm ass tightly.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"His big hands."&lt;/span&gt;,  I added.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yesssss."&lt;/span&gt; she hissed, getting closer to orgasm.  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What if he wants to cum in your pussy?  Are you going to let him cum inside of you?"&lt;/span&gt;  She cried out&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Yes"&lt;/span&gt; as she started convulsing and cumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-6617636499049139420?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6617636499049139420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=6617636499049139420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6617636499049139420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6617636499049139420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbR5aPJ34I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Ibhm_08NfL4/s72-c/08-02-07_04.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7968144004111163530</id><published>2008-08-28T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:32:53.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Dressed For Him Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28 August, Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flirting Again and Feeling Sexy&lt;/span&gt;. I received a pleasant text from my wife this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 8:01): morning how u?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 8:15): Flirting w/ G today. Saw him this morning on way to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 8:30): hello...and how were u flirting with him??  Did u flirt with him last nite too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 8:36): We passed each other as I was turning onto (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;street&lt;/span&gt;). He sent text saying "Whatever..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 8:41): He said he was distracted by hot chick in white car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 8:42): U ask him what he wants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 8:44): Nope. He called &amp;amp; we talked for bit.  He asked where u were, what I was doing today.  I said I would be home.  He said he would call me when he gets back in town.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 8:47): Sounds nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 8:48): It's OK to be naughty with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 8:49): Thanks. I have my blue halter on w/white shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 8:52): Sounds very sexy....wud be nice if ur pussy was waxed too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 8:53): U can make an appt to have done...along with ur nails too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 8:56): Good day to do some sun tanning...even out ur white areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 8:58): He suggested I slather up lay out.  I said no lounge chair,  have to lay on ground. He said I was killing him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 9:00): I was just about to suggest that u lay out naked or topless and surprise him when he comes up the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 9:05): Did u invite him to come over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 9:06): No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Two hours later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:01): He came over. We talked bout kids &amp;amp; school. He left. Slight kiss on lips.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:03): Told him I was surprised he called usually doesn't call a 2nd time.  He said he needs to take it slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:03): Very nice honey...did u like?  Feel exciting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:04): Yes, Was nervous. Asked if his wife knew he was here. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:04): Did u talk about playing together or meeting again?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 11:05): Do u think he was nervous too?  Was he looking u over?  Did u go inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:06): Yes. Nervous. Sat on couch.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:05): I asked if he would come back - Yes.  When - I don't know he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:06): Nice baby...sounds very exciting for u...must feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:07): Feel sexy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:07): I hope that came across to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:08): Were u turned on being alone with him on the couch?  ...wondering if he was going to make a move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:09): Yes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:08): I sent text to him afterwards saying I will always let him make first move.  I invited him to (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;local bar&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:09): u r sexy....a sexy hotwife...on the verge...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 11:09): R u wet now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:10): Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:10): U can touch urself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:11): In a bit, watering now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:12): So, did u talk about how things wud/cud work.  Like what I know &amp;amp; my involvement in things, etc.. (the things we talked about?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:12): I'll bet u still feel excited, shaky, flushed, nervous and  SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:13): No, we just talked as friends. Got a bit nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:13): Going very slow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:14): It's ok to be nervous...it's ur 1st time with another man since F &amp;amp; 1st time w/ur husbands knowledge/consent...1st time as a hotwife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:15): 1st time he has called when he said he would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:16): so he is almost ready too...Did he say why he hadn't called or why he followed thru this time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:17): Must take slow&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:20): I also sent a text saying that he was frustrating me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:20): Was that after he left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:21): Yes, thought he might get an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:21): Were u hoping that he would make a move while u were on the couch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:22): Yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:22): Wud u have been OK with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:23): Yes, but prefer to be waxed, which is probably why I didn't, but u know me, not a big move maker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:24): I love knowing that u were ready to let another man fuck u and that u wanted him.  Could u tell if he was getting hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:24): No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:25): We'll get u waxed &amp;amp; ready for ur lover.  Nice nails too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:25): Must be done tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:26): And u r already on the pill...and can let him fuck u bareback and cum inside u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:26): Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:26): Why must be tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:27): In case he goes to (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the local bar&lt;/span&gt;) tomorrow nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:27): What time is (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the local bar event&lt;/span&gt;)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:30): u r going to like it when he finally reaches into ur panties and feels ur pussy  so smooth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:30): Yes I know so will he.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (8/28 11:31): he isn't answering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:31): R u calling him? Texting?  What r u saying to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my wife from work and we talked for a few minutes about G's visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He kissed me twice when he left.  On the lips...it was just a kiss, but a little more special to me...and I'm sure to him too."&lt;/span&gt; she recounted to me.  She had asked him if he was going to come back.  He teased her and told her he would...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"In a month."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I reminded her that I felt her taking a lover would add excitement to our marriage, which she still finds a little weird.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to take things slow."&lt;/span&gt;  My wife thinks G is nervous about things also, after all, we are friends and he is married.  She did tell me that she is more confident knowing that I know and that I approve and support her in taking G as a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reminded me how she is not big on making the first move.  I told her that is what I like and want - a conservative wife...a conservative yet naughty wife...one that is doing something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'out of character'&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'out-of-the-box'&lt;/span&gt;, and stretching her and exposing her hidden side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  I don't just want an out-of-control slut&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...(an in-control slut maybe, but not an out-of-control slut.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My wife wants to be sure to maintain our friendship with G and not do anything to cause her/us to lose it.  She told me that she was nervous and I said it is OK to be, that what she/we were embarking on was not your everyday thing - at least not for her/us (yet) - that both parties were married and G's wife&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; does not know, that we really don't know exactly where this journey will ultimately lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with it's many unknowns and the buildup of many months that has brought her as close as she has ever been.    I told her that I too, was probably nervous, but that for me it manifests itself more as excitement than outright nervousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We continued texting after our phone call:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:47): save ur text w/G so I can read when I get home....u r sexy baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 11:51): try to find someplace for (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of our children&lt;/span&gt;) tomorrow, so u can bring him home tomorrow nite if u want.  Did u let him know u might possibly be alone tomorrow nite when u invited him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 11:52): Make an appt to get ur pussy waxed and ur nails done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:52): I told him that everyone would be gone for night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:52): What r ur hours tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 11:53): Nice baby....good job.  I love the thought of u sneaking a lover up the stairs to fuck him in our bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 11:56): (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend) will help us [with a remodeling project]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;) so I can have a room to take him to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:12): where u at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 12:13): Inside why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:13): just wondering...havent heard fr u.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:15): Thought maybe u were busy playing w/urself and had gone silent on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 12:17): Sat down now. Have hand in pants. Wanted G to contact me first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:18): Mmmmm... That sounds very sexy.  U should text him and tell him what u r doing to urself...tell him what he has made u want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:18): Ask him to call u and help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 12:19): Well he hasn't replied. I should leave him alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:20): U can just tell him about it later...tomorrow nite hopefully at (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the local bar&lt;/span&gt;).  Tell him what he missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:19): Get the movie camera and film ur self for me to see later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:21): I want u to take off ur clothes, go get the thick dildo, spread urself and start fucking urself with it with camera going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:26): U know how I want u spread...nice and wide, like ur showing off ur pussy and want to be fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 12:27): OK, working on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:29): wud be nice if u had  big mirror in front of u, so u cud watch urself sliding the dildo in &amp;amp; out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:30): I want to see how wide ur legs r spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:34): R u playing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 12:34): Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:34): I want to watch u when I get home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 12:35): Ok but can u stop texting me now?...Honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; (I was apparently distracting her from the task at hand with all my text messaging while she masturbated!  I was highly aroused, though, and couldn't stop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:36): Imagine that u r spreading those legs so wide for G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:37): Imagine him standing in front of u completely naked with his hard cock sticking out...getting ready to mount u and fuck ur smooth pussy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:38): I want to call u, u put on speaker phone and tell me what u r doing to urself&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:39): Put on speaker so u can use both hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:48): use both hands on ur pussy...1 working the dildo, 1 rubbing ur clit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:49): If u feel naughty enuf, u can slide a plug into ur ass...I have new bottle of lube in my drawer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:49): Have both ur holes filled...&amp;amp; imagine that G is stuffing ur pussy and I am filling ur ass.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:50): U almost got fucked by ur lover today honey.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:51): I like how u responded today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:52): Pretty soon u'll be a naughty little hotwife, letting ur lover cum in ur pussy while ur husband is away...maybe tomorrow nite.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:53): Saving his cum inside ur pussy to show me when I get home, when I inspect ur pussy to see how well he fucked u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 12:55): Then i'll give u a good fucking of my own...reclaiming my naughty wife, cumming inside ur pussy as well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 12:56): U'll have 2 men's cum deep inside u...ur lover's &amp;amp; ur husband's cum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 13:02): I want u to fuck him outside on the grass...let him find u naked &amp;amp; sunbathing...he strips down on the spot and fucks u hard on the ground on ur towel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 13:04): U'll be all slippery with oil...he'll get all slippery too as he pounds u hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 13:05): All sounds good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (8/28 13:06): Looking forward to seeing video.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (8/28 13:53): u make ur wax &amp;amp; nail appts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (8/28 14:10): yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home an hour later, my wife showed me her texts with G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G (7:01 am): Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (7:07 am): So I can't wave to u &amp;amp; u won't answer my calls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G (7:13 am): Sorry . Got distracted by a hot chick in a white car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (7:16 am): Hope it was a van going to -------  cuz I am still trying to calm down from guy in a white truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G (7:21 am): It was . Know  her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (7:22 am): I can introduce u if ur interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;G (7:25 am): Awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(She had sent these last few to G after her had left our house after visiting with my wife on the couch, leaving her fully aroused)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (10:42 am): BTW, I will always let u make first move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (10:47 am): Unless u take too much longer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (11:41):   u r frustrating me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I gave her a nice kiss and hug when I got home and told her how proud I was of her.  She looked good in her outfit.  She had dressed for HIM today.  I wanted to hear her say so, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You dressed for G today, didn't you?"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, I know you like this top". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "But you really dressed for him didn't you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  I  asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she admitted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Because I saw him last night.  I had a feeling that I'd hear from him today."&lt;/span&gt; she continued.  She looked very sexy in her body hugging top that has a nice plunging neckline.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"So, you dressed for your lover today?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she repeated.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I just had a feeling something would happen today".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been surprised that he had called her back after his first call this morning - for one reason or another, he usually tells her he will call her back then never does...nor has he just shown up at the house.  Perhaps because of my conversation with him back in June has made him more comfortable with everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice hot session tonight; my wife was still feeling sexy from the days events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how naughty it was [going to be] dressing for G, wearing perfume for him, taking special care putting on her makeup for him and having a nice smooth pussy and well done nails.  Naughty getting sexy for another man besides her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I described for her how she would be spreading her legs wide for him, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"...just like you spread wide today on the couch masturbating today - one leg up on the back of the couch as G fucks you hard, your arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he pumps his cock into you.  You're going to like feeling his big body on top of you." "Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she said.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "You like big strong men don't you?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He's going to cover your mouth with his and kiss you deep while his cock slides into your pussy.  You like being kissed while you get fucked, don't you?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she said between my deep kisses. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wanted him to fuck you today, didn't you?"  "Yes"  "Tomorrow night"&lt;/span&gt;, I told her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Bring him home, just come straight home instead of going out [to the local bar].  You can be fucking him in this exact spot on our bed tomorrow.  You can be as loud and uninhibited as you want with your lover.  Very soon you're going to be a hotwife for the first time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about anticipation and firsts as we fucked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that she undresses for him and presents herself naked to him.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that she sees him naked, standing over her with his hard cock sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that he slides his hand into her panties and feels her smooth pussy.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that she wraps her pretty manicured hand (with wedding ring) around his thick cock.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that she feels his hard, hot cock slide into her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that he covers her pussy with his mouth and sucks her.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that his fingers touch her hardened clit.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that she spreads her legs and offers herself and submits her pussy to him.&lt;br /&gt;- The first time that she feels him cum inside her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We both got worked up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I want to hear you say to him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;G, I want you to cum inside me.', 'G, I want your cum inside my pussy.', 'I want you to fuck me without a condom'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, G will have to wear a condom for a little while, as my wife forgot to fill her prescription and was off the Pill for a few weeks.  I told her to go tomorrow and buy some condoms.  She was reluctant and said that she has never bought them before.  I told her to do it - that it's naughty, a married woman buying rubbers not for her &amp;amp; her husband, but for her and her lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just before cumming, I told her G had probably masturbated today after coming over to our house to see her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "...stroking his thick cock, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; about you.  You want him to have a nice big cock don't you?"  "Yes....I wanted him to call me"&lt;/span&gt;, she panted.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You wanted him to help you cum didn't you?"  "Yes"  "You'd tell him what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; you were doing to yourself."  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, again.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell him what he missed out on."&lt;/span&gt;  She replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think I will tell him next time I talk to him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7968144004111163530?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7968144004111163530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7968144004111163530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7968144004111163530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7968144004111163530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-dressed-for-him-today.html' title='She Dressed For Him Today'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5036628937253175767</id><published>2008-08-19T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:31:32.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dog Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 August, Tuesday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slow going.&lt;/span&gt;   Not much to blog about lately.  Especially since the argument we got into back in June about my phone call to G.  The sex has been fairly scarce as well as any talk of her taking lovers, hotwifery and the like.  I've been giving this some thought, as our [lack of a] sex life is pretty important to me&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm fairly certain that the disagreement we had back in June will eventually blow over with respect to her interest in taking G as a lover.  I don't doubt or discount how she felt about it, but just feel that it is something that time has to sort out, and that once G gets ahold of her again, she will be back onboard with the 'program'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that the lull in the action has to have more to do with the fact that we have children...who coincidentally are now out of school for the summer.   Because we decided against multiple camps for them, they are around so much more this summer.  However, that hasn't reduced the need for them to keep busy with their other regular summer activities, which in turn means that we have to keep up, too.  So with the kids around so much, my wife and I have not been able to spend much quality time together.  I believe this is the real reason for the lack of connection I've (and I am sure my wife as well) have been feeling for the past couple of months.  I find myself looking forward to the school year starting, the return to a routine for the kids, and the subsequent time that will be freed up during the daytime that my wife and I can spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14 July, Monday&lt;/span&gt; - G texted my wife.  She returned his call, although they just had a routine, non-flirting, non-sexual conversation.  No mention of my phone call to him last month nor an acknowledgement that I had told him that my wife has wanted to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Without checking, I think G understood my wife telling him very early on that Mondays &amp;amp; Tuesdays were her days home alone, because it seems that those are the days that he actually calls/texts her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 June, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - Went to lunch with my wife today in attempt to clear the air about my having called G last week.  Still hard feelings and tension in the air.  Not much change in either of our viewpoints.  Discussed D &amp;amp; S within our sexual as well as domestic relationship.  I once again proposed domestic discipline as resolution to certain domestic problems like defiance and insubordination.  I am definitely a strong personality and want her to follow suggestions, instructions, directions sexually although she has resisted at times when she has felt uncomfortable.  I would like for her to trust in my direction, know that I love her, will always protect her and not have her do things that would harm her.  I'd like a D &amp;amp; S relationship where she follows my direction &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; of and despite the fact&lt;/span&gt; that she feels scared or uncomfortable.  Because she is eager to please me.  It is definitely a control thing for me, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; sexual control is what my wife has trouble giving to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, we had some good sex - the first in a week.  She told me that she wants to get her nipples pierced for me and she wants me to pick out some nipple rings for her.  She likes that it will be our secret that can be shared only with those we want to know.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  I showed her the closeup shot of her wet pussy that I keep on my phone and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; told her I would take photos of her pierced nipples and put them on my phone as well so I can show her off as I please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5036628937253175767?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5036628937253175767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5036628937253175767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5036628937253175767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5036628937253175767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/dog-days.html' title='The Dog Days'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-4587539609258287909</id><published>2008-06-13T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:21:25.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Lead Balloon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 June, Friday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Different perspectives.&lt;/span&gt;  ....is about how well my call to G went over with my wife.  She was quite upset that I had called him without letting her know prior.  I explained to her my feelings as I detailed in my last post.  I told her that I had done so because of how important I have always felt about G being aware, going into this, that I knew about their impending relationship and that I felt that she was on the very edge of consumating their relationship but had not, as of yet, made this known to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without going into all the gory details, she explained to me how she felt betrayed, how she felt that I was attempting to take over the relationship, and that I should have talked to her about it beforehand.  She also said that she no longer had an interest in pursuing their relationship, that my intervention had killed her desire and that she now felt embarrassed about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife felt that I had ruined things and that she felt like an 'ass' and that G probably felt the same way; like he was being played with.  I countered with the fact that I was the one who was feeling like an 'ass' - the husband who was not aware of what his wife was doing, in the dark - and how awkward it felt in even the simplest of social situations with G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her contention was that she was still planning on having that conversation with him, but just had not had a chance to do so.   Although he was unavailable, she had called him the day after their flirting and invited him out for a drink.  She explained to me that it was at that time that she had planned on revealing to him the fact that I knew and encouraged her in her pursuits with him.   She felt that I was the one getting too far ahead of things, and not her - that she had not made any concrete plans to fuck him.    From my point of view, however, consumation appeared to be just around the corner and it was simply circumstance that had delayed their coupling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different points of view.  All perspective.  For sure, better communication between us would have helped.  Anyway, she still feels it was wrong of me to call him and I still feel justified in calling him, because, despite my advisements to her to make him aware, she hadn't done so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, things remain contentious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-4587539609258287909?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4587539609258287909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=4587539609258287909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4587539609258287909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4587539609258287909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/like-lead-balloon.html' title='Like A Lead Balloon'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-47156726400776487</id><published>2008-06-11T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T03:27:18.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 June, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking Initiative&lt;/span&gt;.  With things seemingly moving forward again with my wife taking a lover (G) and with her mentally getting closer and closer to physically consumating their relationship and becoming a shared wife / hotwife (It really has only been a couple of inconvenient 'circumstances' that have prevented G and my wife from actually getting together to fuck - both times, my wife was away from the house when they've been talking), I'm feeling the need to:  stay in the loop, be relevant to the process, and/or have some control in what is starting to feel like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'certainty'&lt;/span&gt; versus just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'possibility'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is an odd feeling standing at the edge of something that has the potential to forever alter, either positively or negatively,  the dynamics - certainly of my wife's and my relationship - but also, that of friends and groups of friends within the framework of a relatively small town.  I believe, still, very much, that our marriage will benefit from introducing others into our bed and from sharing my wife with other men and women.  I think that the spark of excitement that will result, will spread to and help grow other areas of our marriage...Or the whole experience could crash and burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I reckon it's the uncertainty of the ultimate result or consequence that makes it both exciting and somewhat scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, it's been this feeling that we are rapidly approaching a point-of-no-return, that has caused me to jump in.  I liken it to jumping into a cool swimming pool without first probing the temperature of the water versus easing yourself slowly into the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I talked with G today on the phone about things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've always encouraged my wife to let her potential lovers know that her husband was perfectly aware of her extramarital activities (ie.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I tell my husband everything...'&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'My husband knows everything I do...'&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I'll have to ask my husband...'&lt;/span&gt;;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'My husband likes it when I (show myself off to other men)'&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'My husband approves any men who I'm with first'&lt;/span&gt;; etc...)   I've always felt it clarifies everyone's role in the matter upfront. Letting potential lovers know this is all the more important when they happen to be friends or others that we already know socially.   It prevents that awkwardness between us as friends.   Unfortunately, she's not been able to (or possibly unwilling) to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'leak'&lt;/span&gt; while flirting, that I am aware and approve of her playing with and fucking other men.   This has been the case with G.  He has had no idea that I have always been aware of her flirtations with him, nor that I approve of and have encouraged her to further their relationship sexually.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've considered from time to time, taking the lead and being proactive in having her be shared by speaking to my wife's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'candidates'&lt;/span&gt; directly about sharing her with them.  It's not been the easiest thing though, since 'wife-sharing' is not generally a conversation opener - rather it's a very opportunistic subject, rarely given an opening.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, because of our ratcheted-up talk and seemingly increased willingness of my wife to actually fuck G, I contacted him.  I sent him a text telling him that I wanted to talk with him in person about he and my wife.  I wanted to meet with him and/or grab a drink as we discussed possibilities of furthering things between he and my wife.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He called me instead and left a message.  I stepped out of the house to return his call.  He was pretty defensive, as was to be expected when one receives a call from a friend who's the husband of a woman one's been flirting with.  He dummied-up pretty good (you know what they say:   deny, deny, deny), until I told him everything was alright, that I knew about all of the flirting between he and my wife.  Without getting into great detail, I think he was on his heels through most of the conversation, not knowing exactly what to make of it all, and trying to sort it out on the fly with me on the phone.  In the end, I told him our concerns about discretion and the perils of playing in our own 'backyard' and told him the three of us could have some fun if he was interested.  While he assured me that he would be completely discreet about any sexual relationship, it seemed like too much for him to digest on this one call and we agreed to talk again, in person next time.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We shall see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a proponent of up-front disclosure by my wife with her potential lovers...perhaps because that method of being bold characterizes the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hotwife&lt;/span&gt;' persona best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I haven't yet mentioned to her that I've spoken to G.  Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-47156726400776487?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/47156726400776487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=47156726400776487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/47156726400776487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/47156726400776487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/making-call.html' title='Making a Call'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-9018319025920651345</id><published>2008-06-10T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T02:05:00.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Hot From Yesterday's Flirtations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 June, Tuesday  -&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reliving another hot session.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to be sexy for you"&lt;/span&gt; my wife said to me as I slid in and out of her wet pussy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I love how you keep your pussy bare for me, your nails manicured, wear your anklet, wear tight body hugging clothing and your flirting.  You are very close.  You want to have a lover, don't you?  You are going to be a hotwife, aren't you?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "I like that you're a conservative wife doing something naughty and nasty by taking a lover".&lt;/span&gt;  She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't think that he thinks I am conservative."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still very aroused by her texting flirtations with G yesterday.  Her very slick pussy and forward talk was evidence of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to describe to her how it would be with G - how sexy it would feel when she reached into his pants for the very first time, fondling his big cock, wrapping her hand around it's girth and jacking him off before pulling off his underwear. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "You want him to have a big cock, don't you?" "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Something that can fill your pussy.  You'll be rushing to strip each other's clothes off , the very first time you are naked together, his thick cock sticking out..."&lt;/span&gt;  My wife interrupted,&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I'm gonna suck his cock!"&lt;/span&gt;  I always know how aroused my wife is by how verbal she is in response to my dirty talk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "You're gonna suck his big balls into your mouth, clean his balls with your tongue.  You want to please your lover."&lt;/span&gt; I told her.   &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I want him to come back.  I want him to want to fuck my pussy.  I don't just want him to fuck me just one time."&lt;/span&gt; she pleaded.    I reassured her that he would want more, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "He's going to want more of your pussy once he gets a taste of it.  He will come back for more.  I'll send him back to you...I'll leave the front door unlocked for him so he can walk right in, undress and come over to the bed where you'll be waiting for him and playing with your pussy."&lt;/span&gt;  She asked, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will I be using toys?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife inquired, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Will you be off Thursday?"&lt;/span&gt;  Curious, I asked, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I want to invite him over."  "So you can fuck him?"&lt;/span&gt;  I continued.  She replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Yes.  He can use toys on me - would that be OK if he uses dildos on me?"  "You can show him all your toys, have them laid out for him to see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"G's going to fuck your pussy hard, just like you like it.  The best part is that it will be his bare cock sliding into you - no condom.  You haven't had another man's cock in your mouth since sucking F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (her lover from her affair)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, have you?  Haven't tasted another man's cum since F, huh?   You can be as loud as you want to be when you are with him - as uninhibited as you want to be with your lover.  You've wanted him to fuck you for two years, baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're be getting what you want." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I told her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YOU'LL be getting what you want."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she shot back.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll ALL be getting what we want...all three of us"&lt;/span&gt; was my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if she invites him over on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-9018319025920651345?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9018319025920651345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=9018319025920651345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/9018319025920651345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/9018319025920651345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/still-hot-from-yesterdays-flirtations.html' title='Still Hot From Yesterday&apos;s Flirtations'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8951078657917958470</id><published>2008-06-09T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:43:58.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Yes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09 June, Monday&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Nice Turn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been texting on &amp;amp; off with my wife from work since early in the morning.  I received this string after noon today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (6/9 12:20): have had nice conversation w/G today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Me (6/9 12:21): Oh yeah? Tell me about it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (6/9 12:22): Did u tell him we talked about him last nite in bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (6/9 12:24): Was going to but he hasn't responded since 9:30 must have gotten busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Me (6/9 12:25): Be bold baby...don't think too much, just react on instinct....what did u talk about?  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on a field trip today for one of the kids and out on the road.  I didn't find out anything more from her until later in the afternoon.  When we both got home, she handed me her phone so I could read her flirting texts with G:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (9:16 am): Now I will be thinking all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; G (9:20 am): Sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (9:20 am): Already am, even with kids in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; G (9:21 am): Keep ur hands on the steering wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (9:22 am): Just thinking.  R urs on steering wheel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; G (9:27 am): I can drive with one hand and will gladly use both if I have a passenger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (9:31 am): I believe I would like to take a ride w/ u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; G (9:32 am): We can take turns driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Wife (9:36 am): I am looking forward  to it. U should think of me often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;I didn't know what the precursor conversation was that lead up to this text string.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He called me early this morning to see if he could pickup the _____ from me"&lt;/span&gt;. (We had picked up something that belonged to him and were holding it for him.)   &lt;span&gt;She said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "I told him it was in your car but that I'd get it out and call him so he could come over and pick it up.  I told him I wasn't going to be home today anyway, since I was driving on the field trip."  &lt;/span&gt;There was some other flirting on the phone before they hung up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked if she had asked him, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you calling me because its Monday and you know I'm alone at home today?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I was proud of her and asked if she enjoyed it, felt sexy and whether it turned her on to be flirting this way with him.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Later tonight as we lay in bed, I began kissing and sucking her nipples and pla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yed with her pussy before mentioning anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; about G. She spread her legs for me as I rubbed and played with her clit&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "You think he's gonna like it when he finally sticks his hand down your pants and finds your pierced pussy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, I asked my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    "I was just going to ask u that!"&lt;/span&gt;, my wife replied.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"When he undresses you for the very first time and finds you pierced? He's gonna want to eat your pussy. You want him to eat your pussy, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes!" &lt;/span&gt;she said.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  "You want to feel him inside you. You want to feel the weight of his large body on top of you as he fucks you,  don't you?.  You want to feel his cock inside your pussy, don't you?  You want to feel him sliding in &amp;amp; out of your pussy, don't u?"&lt;/span&gt;  She panted&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/span&gt; to each question I had asked her.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to feel his hands on me"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Yes, You want to feel his big hands all over your sexy body, don't you?"  "Yes.  I want him to play with my pussy"&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, you want to feel his thick fingers inside your pussy, don't u?".   "Yes!"  "Digging deep into you"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was on her back, legs spread wide as I lay next to her pinching and rubbing her firm clit. I masturbated her clit between my fingers which caused her to open her legs wider, I tugged &amp;amp; pulled on her clit ring making her breathe heavily &amp;amp; moan.  Her kisses were passionate tonight - I know she was turned on still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; from the morning's flirtations with G.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm proud of you. Proud of how you flirted with G today. You liked it didn't you?"  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she answered.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It made you feel sexy didn't it?   It turned you on didn't it?"  "Yes".   "It made you feel naughty didn't it telling him what you wanted to do with him?    A naughty wife ... A naughty married wife."&lt;/span&gt;  Every answer was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You almost became a hotwife for the first time today didn't you?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She panted back at me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think he wants me.  I think he wants to fuck me."&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Of course he does, baby."&lt;/span&gt;, I reassured her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's always wanted to fuck you."&lt;/span&gt;   She has always been insecure about this, despite her being very attractive and sexy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "That is why he called you up today - Monday - because he knows it is one of your 'alone' days when I am not home."&lt;/span&gt;   She replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"But he never says exactly that he wants me."&lt;/span&gt;   I told her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If you weren't on the field trip you would have fucked him today wouldn't you have???   "Yes...but I was nervous."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fingered her deeply, my flattened palm slapping against her clit with each thrust into her.  I tapped her clit.  She enjoys both of these actions - likes it when I manhandle and use her pussy roughly.   I could tell by the movement of her hips and her squirming, that she was extremely aroused now.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's it"&lt;/span&gt;, I told her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"now your pussy is getting nice &amp;amp; wet&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.  M&lt;/span&gt;ake more juice for me."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I climbed on top of her as my cock hardened.  The head of my cock found her wet opening.   I teased her as she spread her legs wider for me, letting just the head of my cock slip into her slippery pussy.  She thrust her hips upwards trying to force my cock deeper into her.  When that didn't get her what she wanted, my wife reached down with both hands, grabbed my ass and attempted to pull me into her pussy. She was whimpering in frustration and lust.  She wanted to be fucked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're going to spread your legs wide like this for G aren't you?" "Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she hissed. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You want to feel his big body on top of yours, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;   Again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;.  (G is large framed, probably 6' 2" or 6' 3", thick build and mostly muscular) &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began thrusting a little deeper into her slippery pussy, still teasing her with my cock.  Occasionally I would thrust forcefully into her,  burying my entire shaft into her pussy.  She would gasp and hiss each time I did this.  Islid in &amp;amp; out easily, helped by her slippery juices.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can leave your scent on him, leave the scent of your pussy on his cock."   "Yes!"&lt;/span&gt; she said.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can send him home with your pussy scent on him...and he'll leave you with a pussy full of his cum, won't he?"   "Yes."  "You're on the pill now so you can let him fuck you bareback and let him fill your pussy with his seed"   "Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   I was fucking her deeply now and she reached down between us and pulled up on her pussy, positioning her clit so that I would make direct contact  against it  as we fucked.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Honey,  you're gonna be a shared wife.   You're almost a hotwife aren't you?"&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes".    "You're going to have G inside you for the first time and your husband knows all about it - So naughty!  Soon you'll be home fucking G while I'm away at work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know that when he comes over to pick up his _____, that you're gonna end up in bed with him, don't you?&lt;/span&gt;"   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know if he comes over to the house, your going to be spreading your legs for him just like you are with me right now,  don't you?"   "Yes."  You know that once he sets foot into our house, he's going to have his way with you, don't you? Seduce you?  Have you naked and fuck you, don't you?"&lt;/span&gt;  She gave me one last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yesss!"&lt;/span&gt; as she started convulsing and cumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8951078657917958470?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8951078657917958470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8951078657917958470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8951078657917958470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8951078657917958470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/yes.html' title='&quot;Yes&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-2440793570802795104</id><published>2008-06-08T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:04:58.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pill'/><title type='text'>On the Pill Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3EDL-LymI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bsW41vze0Kg/s1600-h/The_Pill_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3EDL-LymI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bsW41vze0Kg/s320/The_Pill_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277589897380350562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08 June, Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Back in the Saddle?    - &lt;/span&gt;We attended a social function last night.  My wife wore my favorite dress - an above the knee, tight-fitting dress that accentuates her curves.  She looked very sexy in her heels, anklet, and jewelry.  Unfortunately, I had to be up very early in the morning and left early after asking some friends of ours if they could make sure she gets home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived home not too much later than me, and started running her hands all over my body after climbing into bed naked next to me. I told her how sexy I thought she had looked at the party.  She told me how she loves being sexy for me and others.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got lots of compliments on how good I looked tonight"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Was there anyone there you wanted to be with?"  "No"&lt;/span&gt; came her answer.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"But sometimes I still want B."&lt;/span&gt;  B was at the party as well last night -  I had watched her out of the corner of my eye give him a tight hug and kiss when he first arrived and reminded her now to be bold with B, really holding the hug, caressing him while clinched, pressing her body into his when she hugged him, and/or giving him a lingering kiss on the lips, long enough for him to not mistake her intentions.  I thought to myself that I should have asked B to be responsible for getting her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I liked leaving her at the party, dressed sexily as she was and being at home wondering who she was flirting with - imagining who might be hitting on her or trying to seduce her.  She said she likes it when I leave her like that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife that I've visualized her in many different scenarios while she's been out alone like this - I described a couple scenes as I played with her pussy:  Slow dancing closely with someone at a club, feeling his hard cock pressed up against her belly, he starts feeling her up while on the dance floor, running his hands all over her ass, eventually working his hand up and under her skirt to feel and finger her pussy.  He works my wife into a dark corner where he continues to play with her;  Being driven home by someone, the car pulling into our driveway and as I look out the window, I see her get into the backseat with the driver and proceed to make out with him while parked in our driveway.  I watch her as she straddles him, lowering herself down onto his cock, and rides him vigorously  as the windows steam them out of my view.  A short while later, she walks up the stairs and into the house, freshly fucked and full of cum.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can can let them cum inside you now that you are on the pill"&lt;/span&gt;, I said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/span&gt;, she panted.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You'll walk into our bedroom, your pussy full of another man's cum."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, and you can check my pussy"&lt;/span&gt; she added.  We  started fucking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"B can cum inside my pussy"&lt;/span&gt; she suddenly said to me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, you 'd like that, wouldn't you?  It's naughty to have another man besides your husband cum inside your unprotected pussy, isn't it?"  "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will be just like when F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;used to cum inside your pussy when he used to fuck you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Her co-worker from her affair years ago - she had confessed that she would let him cum inside her pussy whenever they fucked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  You liked letting F fuck you bareback and fill your pussy while I was busy at work, didn't you?"  "Yes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you can let your lovers cum inside you once again.  I like it when you are naughty...a naughty little wife."   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She said,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Let's be naughty in the next few days."  "And how did you want to be naughty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I asked my wife. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "You can stuff things inside my pussy."  "Like what?"  "A cucumber"  &lt;/span&gt;I told her to go to the store and buy the thickest cucumber and a fat squash so that I can stretch her with them.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll take pictures of your stuffed pussy.  I haven't posted any of your pictures lately for others to see.  I'll post them on the web for other men and women to see."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like that"&lt;/span&gt;, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife told me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want you to show him (G) my pictures.  I want him to be turned on and I want to know he is stroking his cock while looking at my pictures.  I like knowing that he knows what I look like - what my pussy looks like!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**She has gone back onto the Pill - just started about two weeks ago.  I wasn't expecting it, but she came back from a doctor appointment and mentioned that she had.  When I asked her why, she replied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"For when I sleep with other men."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  (A nice answer, for sure!, but the real reason I am sure is so her periods can get regular again, since they've gotten irregular in the last year or so.)**&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-2440793570802795104?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2440793570802795104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=2440793570802795104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/2440793570802795104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/2440793570802795104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-pill-now.html' title='On the Pill Now'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3EDL-LymI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bsW41vze0Kg/s72-c/The_Pill_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8339283216377840244</id><published>2008-03-24T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:11:02.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Month (or so) in Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;It's been a while since my last post...I've been somewhat busy, haven't had much time to blog, but I do keep notes, mental &amp;amp; otherwise, on the goings on.  Time to just catch up with a little recap of things.  Nothing too notable to report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 March, Saturday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some Time Alone&lt;/span&gt; - We had gone out to dinner last night since we didn't have the kids.  Had good sex when we got home, with my wife cumming while riding my cock as I described how G was going to use her pussy and body.  In the afternoon, we started watching an x-rated movie.  My wife had removed her pants and was spread for me on the couch as we watched.  It was a D&amp;amp;S movie.  I pulled out the paddle, clips, crop, and several dildos.  I pulled and tugged on her clit ring.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like it when you pull on my clit like that"&lt;/span&gt; she whispered to me.  I started spanking her pussy and clit using the paddle as well as the crop which she loves.  Her pussy quickly got very wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me Monday she has a waxing appointment.  I reminded her about showing up with the balls inside her pussy.  I met with a some resistance.  Also, reminded her about encouraging the woman to touch or play with her pussy by spreading wider, grinding her ass/hips, or letting out a little moan when she touches and manipulates her pussy.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching a hot girl-girl scene of a submissive brunette enthusiastically eating out another dark haired dominant - she was using her entire mouth and lips to eat the pussy in front of her, much like one would eat a soft, juicy, over ripened piece of fruit.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're going to have your pussy eaten just like that."&lt;/span&gt; I told my wife as I mauled her pussy.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're finding someone for me, right?"&lt;/span&gt;   I told her I wanted it to be another married wife just like her, a hotwife, a soccer-mom....someone who would come over regularly to suck and play with her while the kids were in school and the husbands were at work...someone to fill her pussy with dildos and plugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put clips on my wifes pussy lips and then pulled her clit ring to extend her clit before putting the last clip directly on her clit.  She held my arm tightly as I then manipulated the clips, pulling and stretching her lips and playing with her distended clit.  She was enjoying being used this way and had that glazed-over look of lust in her eyes.  She would look down at her pussy just to see her clipped clit and her clipped nipples and then look directly into my eyes - her eyes full of desire - her gaze was a look that asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'What will you be doing to me next?'&lt;/span&gt;   She was in this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'zone'&lt;/span&gt; that she gets in when she is extremely aroused.   She loves it when I dominate her and use her body, her pussy, ass, and breasts in any way I desire.  The look on her face and in her eyes is unmistakable.  The longer I extend the manipulations, the more&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'out-of-body'&lt;/span&gt; she gets and the harder she cums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to play with and use her - spanking her breasts and pussy, slapping her clit, pulling and manipulating her lips, fingering and kissing her until suddenly she started cumming.  It was sooner than I wanted her to, but she bucked and convulsed as her eyes half closed.  Her pussy contracted and throbbed under my hand as she came.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 March, Friday.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who have you been thinking about having as a lover?"&lt;/span&gt; I asked.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"G and B2"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She hadn't mentioned B2 in sometime.  She had felt they connected last summer and thought there was an attraction on his part towards her as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I saw him today a few days ago.  I emailed him, too"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As she rode me cowgirl, she said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" I think G still wants me, he just hasn't tried anything with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 March, Monday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I was telling her how sexy she's been looking as the weather has been warming up outside, dressing in tight fitting tops and showing more skin.  She has felt more sexy, especially since she has been exercising and dropping one or two sizes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I can't wait until summer...after I am done with being [in a high visibility position within the community]...then I can show off more"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  She told me how she likes it when men (and women) undress her with their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 March, Friday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;As we fucked and as I was telling her how ready her pussy was for a thick cock to stretch and split her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Have you found someone for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;  I told her I had been checking the &lt;a href="http://swinglifestyle.com/"&gt;swinglifestyle&lt;/a&gt; website where we are members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 March, Wednesday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;G called her today. My wife had called him yesterday to talk about something.  They chatted a little then G mentioned to my wife that they still haven't gotten together for 'coffee or whatever' yet.  It was an early day at school for the kids she told him, otherwise she would have time to get together with him.  I was home asleep at the time he called.  I'd later remind her that she needed to tell him that Mondays and Tuesdays were her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'home alone' &lt;/span&gt;days, the days when I would be at work during the daytime and she would be available to play.  He asked where I was and she told him I was asleep in the next room - he couldn't have gotten off the phone fast enough - he quickly told her he had to go.  She told him it was OK, that she could leave to meet him or walk into another room or outside the house to continue to talk with him, but I think he didn't want to be on the phone with her while I was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told her many times that she needs to tell him (and any other men), that her husband knows about and approves of her extramarital activities, yet she hasn't found the courage or determination to tell G about me.  I am sure it would move the process of her being with G along much quicker.  I've contemplated just asking him if he's free during the week, I know he's got a flexible schedule that has him around during the daytime.  I need to figure out a reasonably smooth segue in the conversation to bring up him joining us for a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05 March, Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Great Head&lt;/span&gt; - G called my wife today as we were in the car.  She told me afterwards that he still says 'little things' that make her think he's still interested in her.  (She feels that because he hasn't made any affirmative moves since they had their 'near-hookup' on 1/29, that he is no longer interested in her - I, however, believe it's for a combination of other reasons - general cautiousness on his part, life in general (busy-ness), and the fact that my wife has not been more forward in telling him what she wants.)  I assured her once again that he would be glad to take her to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is usually the case right before her period, today my wife seemed randy as she invited me to bed a couple hours later this afternoon.  As I laid back on the bed, she crawled up naked next to me and started sucking my nipples, which I enjoy.  She worked her way down my body slowly, kissing and sucking.  When she reached my groin, she teased me even more, playing everywhere but on my thickening cock.  She sucked and licked my balls, asking me if I liked it as she did.  She took her time today, enjoying herself, enjoying pleasuring me.  When she finally took hold of my cock, she worked it like I can't remember when - she took my cock in her hands much like a harmonica or a cob of corn and proceeded to nibble, bite and suck on my shaft causing me to moan in the process.  She then gave me the best head in a long time as she sucked my cock into her mouth, gripping my shaft tightly and twisting her fist as she stroked me.  She sucked harder than she normally does, creating a delicious suction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached down to her pussy as she continued to pleasure me with her mouth.  It was freshly waxed yesterday and felt smooth to the touch.  I started fingering her and soon she got that lusty look on her face, spread her legs further apart, and told me how good it felt.  I told her how much better it'd feel if it were G behind her playing with her pussy.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she replied.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Call him ...and invite him over right now"&lt;/span&gt; I told her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell him you want him to join us"&lt;/span&gt;  She was reluctant, mentioning that she was starting her period.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Then you can let him cum in your pussy.  You can show him your waxed pussy, feel him slide his fingers inside you instead.  You can be sucking your husband's cock as your lover plays inside your pussy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hot now and climbed on top of me, impaled herself on my cock and ground and rode me.  I grabbed her ass cheeks, spreading her as we fucked.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You still want G, don't you?" "Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You 'd like to feel his hands spreading your ass, wouldn't you?  I know you like bigger men; wouldn't it feel good to have G draped over your back covering you with his large frame?"&lt;/span&gt;  Again &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"  "He can slide his cock into your pussy right next to mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I continued to encourage her to call G and invite him over.  He was home, we had passed by his house on the way to our house just minutes before.  The best I could get from her was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'll tell him I was thinking of him [as I fucked my husband]"&lt;/span&gt;  I encouraged her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell him how you want to have two men at the same time."&lt;/span&gt;    We continued fucking, until she tensed and started cumming.  I followed immediately after, just from watching her facial expression as she came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03 March, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waxing Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I love the feel of my wife's pussy after a fresh waxing.   I asked her if she liked having the woman's hands all over her pussy.  She said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I liked it when she touched my clit ring."&lt;/span&gt;  Wow.  I asked if she had played with it or pulled and tugged on it as my wife enjoys.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"She asked me if she could touch it and I said it was OK."&lt;/span&gt;  I suggested to my wife that the next time she spread wider for her, or let out a little moan when she touches her pussy or clit ring.  I told my wife to tell her to just pull and tug on it at her next waxing in three weeks - to tell her that it's OK if she plays with it.  My wife had told her that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"my husband likes playing with it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waxing lady seems somewhat interested in my wife's piercing as she has asked and talked about it a few times now.  My wife says she may want to get one also.  She told the waxer that she likes being pierced...and waxed.  She like that it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;secre&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...that it makes her feel naughty.  I encouraged her to let the waxing lady play with her pussy whenever she went for a waxing.  I told my wife to wear 'the balls' inside her pussy to her next appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife if she was also waxed.  She was.  I suggested to my wife to ask to see her pussy next time.  She was a little hesitant.  I suggested the context of wanting to see what kind of design she had  and how she kept any remaining pussy hair trimmed or styled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played with her breasts as I fucked her, squeezing and playing with her stiff nipples.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"They're going to be pierced soon, too"&lt;/span&gt; she said about her hard nipples. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Something else to make you naughty?....another 'secret' to have?"  "Yes....I'm cumming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01 March, Saturday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Night Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had a night out attending a fundraising event.  After the event my wife wanted to go out with some of the women for a nightcap at a local bar.  I told her to go ahead as I was tired.  I enjoy seeing her go out with her friends, without me, having a good time.  She drove with her friend B.  We talked some when she got home.  She told me how she felt and looked sexy tonight.  I asked her if anyone had noticed her tonight.  She told me that one of the men at the bar (who also happened to have been at the prior event) asked her if she could show up at an event he was hosting and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'just sit there and look pretty'&lt;/span&gt; for his guests.  He told her she could wear a push-up bra.  My wife liked the attention.  She said she found R attractive (a second man who was also at the event)  I told her that she should start dressing sexy for him every week, showing herself off to him  (since she will be seeing him weekly for the next few months).   I asked if she had been making eye contact with him and did she think he was attracted to her.  She thought he was checking her out and mentioned how he leaned in close to her when speaking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her how I liked it when she goes out with her girlfriends (&amp;amp; flirts with other men).  She said she likes that I let her go out or be independent from me while we're out together in a social setting, but felt guilty about leaving me.  I told her that I just want her to check in with me from time to time, but that I enjoy just watching her interact with others...keeping an eye on her from a distance.  She's such a 'people person', very outgoing and draws others to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 February, Friday.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Quick Call -&lt;/span&gt;  G called today.  I heard my wife saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Why didn't you come up to the cabin last week?"&lt;/span&gt;  She later told me that he said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Too much temptation up there."&lt;/span&gt;  She had replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Too bad, I was all alone all day on one of the days."&lt;/span&gt;  Somehow the line got disconnected in the middle of their conversation, but she texted him a message:  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like being thought of as a temptation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 February, Thursday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Away on Vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; We woke in the middle of the night, both feeling frisky.  Something about being away in a strange bed that turns me on - I get extremely horny when staying in hotels or other foreign beds.  I was alternating between fucking and eating her, finally cumming inside her.  She hadn't cum and I went down on her again, using both hands on her ass while pushing both my thumbs into her pussy.  She pushed hard against my hands and came hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke the the next morning to find her pussy still slippery and soaked from my licking and my cum.  I told her how much I had enjoyed sucking her pussy as I began fucking her again.  It had been a very passionate session with her squirming all over the bed and pressing into my mouth and hands.   She told me how nice it had been.  I enjoyed going down on her again after I had cum in her pussy.  I told her how I was going to have Mary (a woman we have been in contact with about servicing us) clean her out like that after I came inside her pussy,  just like I had done a few hours earlier.  My wife really liked this and started to really grind her pussy and ass beneath me.  I told her how I was going to force Mary's mouth onto my wife's pussy and make her suck my cum out as she licked and cleaned her...how I'd grab her by the hair and push her face into my wife's cum-filled pussy, forcing her to eat her.  Suddenly, my wife cried out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm cumming, baby!"&lt;/span&gt; and convulsed.  I continued to fuck her until I emptied another load into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 February, Friday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'The Rules'&lt;/span&gt;  - She was in bed reading a book she had recently bought called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Rules&lt;/span&gt;.  I've heard of it before - a book about the rules for a woman looking to land herself a man - to find someone to marry.    I had been with her when she bought the book but wasn't really paying attention to the title.  I asked her, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who did you get that for?  Me? or for lovers?"  "Lovers"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she replied.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"To help you find a lover?"&lt;/span&gt;  Again, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like that - it turns me on"&lt;/span&gt; I replied.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know it does"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Later we were talking about our upcoming trip to the cabin.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Invite him up to the cabin with us" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I told my wife.  We were talking about G, having him come up for a few days with his daughter for some skiing.  We both felt it would be a good location to have them &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'consumate'&lt;/span&gt; their relationship.  (I ended up calling him on the 17th and left a message inviting him to stay with us - I ended the message, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know my wife wants to have you up there"&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 February, Wednesday   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; G called today.  We had been fucking and she didn't answer her phone.  I had been reading a book on infidelity and marriage and struck up a conversation as we lay in bed.  She told me that she found it strange that I want her to tell her potential lovers that I know of and approve of her activities.  I replied that if it was just her and a one night stand or single hook up, that it wouldn't really make too much difference to me, although it'd turn me on knowing that she told them about being married and cheating.  However, with friends or acquaintances it would be awkward for/to me if they were fucking my wife and did NOT know that I was aware of and approved.  It'd be too weird for both her lovers as well as for me hanging or being around each other if they believed I was in the dark about it - it'd make my relationship with them awkward or sneaky.  That is why for her to start fucking G, I think it's best to start off by inviting him for a threesome with us - the dynamic would be different, he'd probably feel more at ease with me knowing and involved - then if everything went well, she could continue to fuck him on the side when I am not home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8339283216377840244?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8339283216377840244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8339283216377840244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8339283216377840244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8339283216377840244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/month-or-so-in-review.html' title='The Month (or so) in Review...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7236406693565015725</id><published>2008-02-05T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T04:20:22.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 February, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Nice Effort -  Her day alone.&lt;/span&gt;  My wife texted me this morning.  She was going to go to B's workplace to use his office computer.  He had asked her to do something online for him but I had taken our laptop with me.  She wasn't sure if he was going to be there when she arrived, but I told her to dress sexy for him just in case.  She said she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, he wasn't in his office when she arrived.  She was disappointed that he never came to see her.   B has a nice secluded rear office at his business - a perfect place for he and my wife to play and fuck.  She mentioned that he hasn't been too flirty with her this past week.  I assured her that it was probably just the busy-ness of life - for her to stay the course and continue her efforts to seduce him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard her on phone with him later on at home telling him how she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; cold from being in his cold office alone.  She told me he said it was because he wasn't there with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small steps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7236406693565015725?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7236406693565015725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7236406693565015725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7236406693565015725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7236406693565015725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/office-visit.html' title='Office Visit'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5778655539087087297</id><published>2008-02-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:20:28.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>Reliving A Vey Hot Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbp7wdqfoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HlmhdQJTGiQ/s1600-h/053107_erotic_photog_25_taking_what_he_wants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbp7wdqfoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HlmhdQJTGiQ/s320/053107_erotic_photog_25_taking_what_he_wants.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275661226341990018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 February, Friday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Very Hot Play Session &lt;/span&gt;.  I don't know why exactly, but the sex after an argument always seems to be the hottest.  We had a small disagreement the night before.  My wife and I were on the couch watching a little TV with her laying with her back against my chest - it's my favorite position for us because it gives me easy access to her breasts as well as her pussy when we're feeling randy.  She had unbuttoned her jeans before snuggling in against me. After the show ended, I slid my hand down into her pants and over her freshly waxed pussy.  She responded immediately by spreading her thighs and grinding her hips, forcing her pussy against my hand.  Her eyes were filled with lust as we kissed.  She was HOT and aroused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her, as I frequently do, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whose pussy is this?"&lt;/span&gt; as I pressed my hand against her sex.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yours"&lt;/span&gt; she whispered back.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, it's mine.  It's my pussy and your lovers' pussy soon.  Mine to give to G, to give to B.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You're ready to have another man's cock inside you, aren't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  You are ready to have a lover aren't you?  I can tell you are ready now to fuck another man."  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she breathed.The lustful look in her eyes told me that she was speaking truthfully - her face conveyed a look of sexual craving.  I honestly don't think I have ever seen her look or sound more authentic as she answered me.  I truly believe that she has mentally arrived at the place where she is prepared to fuck another man, specifically B or G.   I mentioned how much she wanted G inside her.  She replied &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, but only if you want me to be with him.  Only if you give me permission.  I want you to be the one to approve who I am with.  You decide who"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking about her being with B.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Soon you're going to be right here in this exact position, with B holding you just like I am, you slipping your tongue into his mouth as he slides his hand into your panties and discovers your waxed pussy."&lt;/span&gt; I said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;, she replied, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Once he feels my smooth pussy, he's going to want to see it."  "You want him to see it don't you?  You want him to look at your smooth pussy."  "Yes"&lt;/span&gt; she said  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your gonna spread your legs for him then, so he can get a good at you, just like you're doing right now for me.  He's going to love it.  He's going to want to slide his long fingers into your pussy and put his mouth on it."&lt;/span&gt;  She just moaned as she continued to press her pussy into my fingers, humping my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He called me today, he called me three times but he kept hanging up so I finally called him.  He told me he wanted to talk to me but kept having to take other calls.  I told him that I didn't like when he doesn't call me and that he needs to be calling me."&lt;/span&gt;  I was proud of my wife.  It wasn't any kind of major accomplishment, but it turned me on that she was telling another man to call on her.  I told her so.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm trying"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm learning from what you tell me"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell him that he can call you at night"&lt;/span&gt; I told her, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Even while I am at home"&lt;/span&gt; She reminded me that B is married and would be at home at night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can tell him that you are alone at night and that it's OK for him to call on you"&lt;/span&gt;   I said she should remind him when he neglects to call her - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'..you didn't call me all day today.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to buy some sexy lingerie"  "For who?..." &lt;/span&gt;I asked&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; " ....for your lovers?"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "Yes.  I want to be sexy for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This turned me on.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  "I love that you want to look sexy for other men and that you want to buy sexy clothes to wear for them"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I like being sexy for you too"  "But you really want to be sexy for your lovers don't you?" "Yes, I do.  I want some nice pretty bras.  I want them to notice what I am wearing" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I told her how much I liked that she'd be home alone, while I was at work, prepping  her body for her lovers; making sure her pussy was waxed, dressing it for them, applying her makeup, and splashing her body with perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're really looking forward to your Mondays and Tuesdays alone now aren't you?  Those are going to be your 'date' days.  You can work out early, come home and get dressed and ready for your lovers, putting on your lingerie, your jewelry, taking your time with your makeup, and getting sexy for them."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She answered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes.  I want you to pick out my outfit.  Tell me what you want me to wear for them.  I'd like it if you picked out my clothes before you leave and just set them out for me to put on."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I told her I'd lay out her bra, panties (if I even wanted her to wear them at all), stockings, skirt and heels. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, that's what I want you to do and I have to wear whatever you choose for me"&lt;/span&gt; she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm looking forward to your 'date' days also." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I told her.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   "I'm going to like knowing that another man's hands are all over my pretty wife.  Knowing that her lovers are using her pussy while I am not home, taking her right here in this exact place on the couch and in our bed.  I can see you alone with your lover, spreading your legs for him just like you're doing for me now, sexy legs, painted toenails, waxed pussy, grinding and pressing your pussy into him.  I can see your hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with your pretty painted nails and your wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, wrapped tightly around his thick cock, stroking it up and down"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want you to please your lover.  I want you to make him feel good with your hands, your mouth and your pussy.  You want to be a naughty little wife don't you?"  "Yes"  "The only people that will know will be you, me, your lovers and your close girlfriends who you will share with - B, M &amp;amp; D.  Soon you'll have had lovers and affairs, just like M &amp;amp; D have had.  You'll be a 'cheating' wife too.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had my fingers deep inside her and was applying pressure against her G-spot (or what I think is her G-spot) - each time I rubbed or pressed my finger against it, she would moan and grind harder against me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You can tell B all about your affairs.  B will like hearing about it won't she?" "Yes, she will"&lt;/span&gt; my wife said.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You can tell her about you having two days a week alone for 'dating', how you seduced your lovers, where you go to fuck and what you do with them.  B's going to want to know all about it, isn't she?  Especially since she know your/our history - knows that you've been working towards being shared with other men and having a lover.  "Bring B to the gym to workout with you.  Maybe the two of you can go out and find lovers together, two sexy married wives fucking together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I was going to set up video cameras to tape her as she entertained men at home.  "I want to see what you did while I was gone.  I want you to have your lovers take pictures of you while they play with you and after they're through with you, so I can see how you look after being freshly fucked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was laying against me, her back against my chest.  I grabbed both thighs, spreading her and exposing her pussy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "I want to hold you open like this while another man mounts you and slides his cock inside you" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want you to do it for her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (We've been emailing with a young woman who enjoys sucking and licking pussy and likes being with older women.) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will write her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to put you on the Pill so that you can be fucked bareback."  &lt;/span&gt;The idea of putting my wife on the Pill for another man (or men) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; arouses me.  She said it doesn't excite her as much as it does me, but said she would go on the Pill for me and so she can be barebacked - she dislikes condoms, as I do, and is excited by and wants her lovers to be able to cum inside her pussy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I told her how naughty it would be if she went to her doctor to get the Pill, and in the process the doctor said to my wife &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Doesn't your husband already have a vasectomy?'&lt;/span&gt;, to which my wife would reply, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Yes, but these aren't for my husband...they are for other men'  &lt;/span&gt;Naughty!  To which my wife added &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'll tell her that I want to be put on the Pill because my husband wants me to...for when I am not with him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked her if F (her lover from her cheating affair years ago) used to cum inside her unprotected pussy. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Yes"  "You liked having him cum inside you like that, didn't you?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes".   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My wife had gotten up off the couch by now, stripped herself naked, had climbed on top of my prone body, and impaled her bare pussy on my hard cock.  She was grinding away on my cock, pushing down hard trying to rub her clit against my groin.  I told her that when she had set up her 'dates', she  could text me at work telling me who she was going to fuck, where she was going to fuck and when she was going to fuck, so that as I looked at the clock at that time I would know that my wife was on her back being fucked by a lover or otherwise being handled and used by him.  She could text me to let me know when she was finished with him and tell me what he did to her.  I told her she could occasionally surprise me, by not telling me if she had a planned rendezvous with a lover that day.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The only way I would know whether you'd had another man inside you was by 'inspecting' you when I arrive.  I want you to keep your lover's cum inside you for me to check when I get home."&lt;/span&gt;  My wife likes the idea of having her pussy checked and inspected by me.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes, I want you to inspect me, to see if I have his cum inside me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running my hands all over my wife's smooth ass as she rode my cock.  It felt good - she has been working out for the last couple weeks working on getting into shape - I am proud of her.  She was pushing and grinding hard against me.  I could feel the head of my cock bumping against the back of her pussy.  It felt good to be that deep inside her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Can you feel my smooth pussy?"&lt;/span&gt;  She was rubbing backwards and forwards on top of me.  I could feel her swollen and wet pussy sliding on me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes.  Your pussy is ripe.  It is ready for another man's cock.  It is so ripe."&lt;/span&gt; I replied.  She started convulsing and cumming.  I grabbed her ass with both hands and drove into her until I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of our hotter sessions in a long time.  I like it when she gets more verbal, telling me what she wants and what she's going to do.  I like knowing her [sexual] mind...knowing her darker side, her cravings.  Most of the time I am the one doing most of the talking.  Very hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5778655539087087297?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5778655539087087297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5778655539087087297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5778655539087087297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5778655539087087297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/reliving-vey-hot-session.html' title='Reliving A Vey Hot Session'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbp7wdqfoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HlmhdQJTGiQ/s72-c/053107_erotic_photog_25_taking_what_he_wants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5492915084695335985</id><published>2008-01-31T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T00:03:58.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Day of Reckoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 January, Thursday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her Big Day&lt;/span&gt;.  This was possibly going to be one of the biggest days (at least sexually speaking) of our marriage.  Today was the day she and G had loosely set up for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'date'&lt;/span&gt; when she would finally fuck him after many months of fantasizing by her (and surely G also) and slowly increasing flirtations that culminated with her bold sexual IM chat on Tuesday.  Our conversation last night, however, had left things uncertain for today.  My wife had reconsidered meeting with G today due to confidentiality concerns.  There were no specific plans made on Tuesday regarding a meeting time or place.  We had decided last night that we would carry on with our day today and she would deal with things when and if G contacted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife went to work out in the early morning.  We had lunch together in the City as planned.  I had not asked her about G nor had she mentioned anything about him calling her.  As we walked back to our car, I asked her if she had given any more thought to our conversation about G from last night.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"A little"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  She planned to pull back from efforts with G for now. My concerns from last night apparently gave my wife pause for the time being.  We agreed that she would continue to talk with G, especially since their mutual desire for each other was in the open now.  She would make sure they were on the same page regarding his being discreet before being sexual with him or taking him as a regular lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me G did not contact her this morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You know I would have told you if he had"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said she would redirect her pursuit [back] to B, whom I thought would be a better or safer choice in lovers.  She said she thinks he [still] wants her.  I assured her that he did.  I again suggested that she be bold with him.  I told her that she needed to initiate the action with B - that on her next 'alone' or 'play' day, she should call him and tell him: [that] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'You haven't taken me out to lunch lately and my husband is working until this afternoon'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her not to be coy with B.  I have heard him being suggestive enough times with her to know that all she needs to do is respond in an equally flirtatious manner and she would be able to have him.  He has repeatedly served my wife openings on a sliver platter - soft tosses for her to jump all over, which have gone unrecognized or been ignored.  Last week B had jokingly, but presciently, told her while on the phone, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your problem is you don't know when someone wants you!" &lt;/span&gt; - a perfect opportunity for her to comeback with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'So are you telling me that you want me?'&lt;/span&gt;  (She replied that I have told her the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; same thing many times, that she underestimates the power of her sexual attractiveness to/over other men)  or when another playful conversation, also last week, led him to ask my wife &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"So are you offering to take me to lunch?"&lt;/span&gt;, she could have come back with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Well, I am trying to take you somewhere but it isn't to lunch' &lt;/span&gt;  She claims that she is not quick enough with the snappy flirtatious comeback.  I believe that she can be but that she either surpresses her instinct or that she chooses to be naive or coy when presented with these opportunities to take her flirtations to the next level.  I think it's a learned protective response, so that she does not have to feel uncomfortable with the sexual tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did admit that sexual tension is exciting.  My suggestion to her was that from now on, whatever comeback she thinks of in response to men's sexual flirtations or double entendres, for her to always go one step further [than she is comfortable] with her reply and the result would be that she would have as many lovers or sexual couplings as she desired.  She needs to be willing to play 'outside the box', closer to 'the edge' of comfort (or discomfort).   I said she should stretch herself in these situations; to slowly adapt to being comfortable with a little discomfort or sexual tension.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's an example of the 'Risk vs. Reward' adage - the more you are willing to risk, the bigger your potential reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned to me that she did not like the idea of me leaving the house so that she could be with G.  She didn't like the time limit effect of it, although I never mentioned a time limit to her that she could be with G.  I had just told her to call me when she was through with him.  She said it would feel like it was too time constrained, like she was a hooker on an appointment.  She preferred having her two weekdays, the days that I worked until early afternoon, as her days to play with her lovers - as her days to herself to have 'dates' while I was away from the house, and the remaining days of the week to spend with me and/or family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also said she did not like it when I made suggestions as to what to say to B &amp;amp; G as I often do.  Often I will suggest responses to their flirtations with her, or specific verbiage for her to include in her conversations or flirtations with them - teasing words, double-entendres, and other leading statements for her to cast out there for them run with.   Mostly they have to do with her letting them know that she is open to playing with them and taking their relationship to the next [sexual] step or that I, her husband,  am aware of her flirting, outside sexual interest in them and that I approve and am OK with it.  She said that when I do tell her what to say to them, that it feels like it takes away her power as a sexy woman.  My suggestions are almost always much more bold than she is comfortable with and she feels that they will make her appear [to B &amp;amp; G] as someone who she is not. She wants to proceed at her own pace with them.  She fears that when she eventually ends up with them sexually, that their expectations of her would be based more on my urgings and suggestions than on her own suggestive remarks.  I can understand her point of view on this and will try to let her develop at her own pace and have her own voice regarding her sexual pursuits.  (I explained that my motivations have to do with my dominant nature, my desire for sexual control over her - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see entry Complete Ownership &amp;amp; Submission 12/30/06)&lt;/span&gt;.  She told me she still has difficulties with being completely submissive sexually to me despite her submissive nature and desire to be controlled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(see her 'Little Wife' letter post 12/30/06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, today was not to be the day that she fulfilled both of our desires for her to be with another man.  I think we're both OK with this though as some valid concerns arose that we've discussed.  We're discovering that the path we're going down can be complex, and we'll continue to talk, refining what it is that we both desire, balancing sexual wants with needs for security and discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5492915084695335985?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5492915084695335985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5492915084695335985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5492915084695335985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5492915084695335985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-of-reckoning.html' title='Day of Reckoning'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-2540546795127837958</id><published>2008-01-30T00:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T08:19:02.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discretion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guidelines'/><title type='text'>The Devil's in the Details</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 January, Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expressing my Concerns&lt;/span&gt;.    We spent the day together, working out, having lunch, etc...  A busy day without much talk or thought (besides my predawn fucking and sucking of her freshly waxed pussy) about my wife's pending and still tentative 'date' with G tomorrow.  I had wanted to talk with her about rules and/or guidelines regarding her taking lovers and the first opportunity we had to do so was this evening just 25 minutes before I had to leave for work.  Not much time and still unfinished, but I expressed a few of my thoughts and concerns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I reiterated the need for emotional detachment on her part, or the extreme importance of emotional non-attachment.  How she was not to turn G into her confidant, shoulder-to-cry-on, or someone that she shares her/our problems with.  She fully understood and agreed about the potential danger and risk of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I reminded her that she was to remain in control of their 'relationship'.  She was to be the one to set the tone for their 'dates' - the who, what, where, when.  G becoming her lover was to be on her (or more loosely, our) terms.  Specifically, for tomorrow she should let him know the time frame she would be available to him and to essentially let him know that she had other commitments, like a planned lunch date we have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I told her that she needed to make certain that G would be discreet.  Although he is also married, I expressed my concern of the possibility that he would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'talk'&lt;/span&gt; or be indiscreet with friends of his who are also friends of ours...specifically male friends.  I recommended that she nail this one down right from the start - that if she couldn't get his iron-clad assurance of discretion, that the relationship as lovers would be a non-starter - that it would not be worth it for us.  The community that we live in and our circle of friends and acquaintances is/are too  small to put our reputations at risk.  As I've mentioned here before, we've talked of playing outside of our community or with strangers to blunt any possibly embarrassing situations, but my wife has always felt more comfortable being sexual with friends or acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned to my wife that those same qualities that attracted her to G - an extroverted personality, a quick-wit, a very 'male' guys-guy demeanor and macho exterior - are the same qualities that give [me] cause for concern about the possibility of him being indiscreet and bragging or talking about having bedded her.  She agreed.  Obviously, neither she nor I want her to be known for sleeping around.  She already feels that there are some people, some women in our circle, who believe that she has some form of 'intimate' relationship with B already, probably due to the simple fact that my wife and B spend more than the usual amount of time together or on the phone due to the organization we all belong to.  I assured her that there was nothing she could do to effectively change their minds if, indeed, they believed that, so don't worry about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife told me that she never had thought about the possibility of G talking and seemed genuinely concerned now, as well.   She admitted that maybe she was being naive but asked me why I had never brought this topic up before with her.  I confessed that, frankly, I hadn't expected her to get this far with G so suddenly (although she has wanted him since last spring or summer), and now that she was on the threshold of it actually sleeping with him, I needed to bring it up.  She seemed a little distressed that she could have been directing her attentions to B all this time but said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think there is still a possibility with B."&lt;/span&gt;   (Of course there is, she had done nothing to close the door on B - she has just found G more attractive as a potential lover and had therefore directed more of her attention towards him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her discretion is the reason that I have felt that B would be a more suitable lover for her.  He is older than G, more mature, more life-experienced and possibly has more at stake, making discretion more assured as a result.  She responded that she didn't know that I felt that way, and why hadn't I told her my opinion about my preference in who she took as a lover.  Honestly, I think she is right - I don't think I have ever verbalized it to her.  I've known that she wants G more than B, and I remember her mentioning to me a while back something to the effect of that the shine was off B for some reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I thought it would be less of a concern if we were inviting G to join us for a threesome, versus just having him fucking my wife solo as a married woman.  She agreed and understood what I was saying, although I'm not quite sure how to clearly explain it here, but I think there's a different dynamic involved if we to play as a threesome with my wife being the center of attention.  I believe it feels more friendly, more of an intimate friendship as opposed to it being a man fucking another man's wife.  I offered the threesome with G as a choice for her as well, although in the past she has told me that she did not think her lovers would be interested in threesomes.  Tonight she sounded a more open to broaching the subject with G, but I could have read her wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, again, I also offered her the option of playing with or finding 'strangers' or 'lifestyle' partners as alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 25 minutes was running out and I had to leave for work.  We had not discussed everything I had wanted to - we'd have to continue this discussion.  Other rules and thoughts we still need to discuss include:  condom use (or lack thereof - aka: barebacking &amp;amp; being put on the pill, playing alone vs. playing together (or with me present), hosting at home vs. at her lovers home, never allowing disrespect of spouse(s), playing/'cheating'/hotwifing online -via email, IM, honesty and trust as an absolute, frequency of 'dates', approval of lovers/giving permission, allowing of video &amp;amp; photos, playing alone vs. together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she was going to pull back from her 'date' tomorrow and suggest to G that they meet instead to talk - to discuss expectations, desires, logistics, etc... before actually becoming sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-2540546795127837958?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2540546795127837958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=2540546795127837958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/2540546795127837958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/2540546795127837958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/devils-in-details_30.html' title='The Devil&apos;s in the Details'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-176648024941227062</id><published>2008-01-29T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:55:00.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting'/><title type='text'>On The Threshold</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3rocMneQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2OnRvE_arcQ/s1600-h/On_the_edge_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3rocMneQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2OnRvE_arcQ/s320/On_the_edge_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633418344495362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 January, Tuesday - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As close as ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I had been at work for seven hours when I thought of my wife.  I hadn't heard from her at all today, which was a little unusual.  I texted her to see what she was up to - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Flirting with G"&lt;/span&gt;.  I was intrigued.  Our short exchange went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:06): hello. What r u doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (1/29 10:07): Flirting w G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:07): Tell me about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (1/29 10:07): I must get waxed didn't want to meet him without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:07): Tell him u have ur waxing appt set up tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:08): U texting or talking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (1/29 10:09): Texting but he did call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:10): Did u talk with him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (1/29 10:10): Little bit...tentative thurs but realized u r home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:11): U being bold with him?  Let him kno what u want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:12): Tentative thurs for what? Fucking?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me (1/29 10:13): I'm on lunch If u want to call &amp;amp; tell me about it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (1/29 10:13): He said he owed me from last night I said diamonds might calm me he said what about him.  I said that is what I truly want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (1/29 10:25): Love u...u r a very sexy woman and u did great today...u'll have ur lover in 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (1/29 10:26) I hope so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She called me on the phone at that point and proceeded to tell me about her flirtations with G.  She was excited and I think a little giddy about it all.  She had been at the gym when she received the first text message from G and she flirted and bantered with him for about the next hour as she worked out. From what she was telling me on the phone that she had said, it sounded like the most forward and direct she has been with G or anyone else.  She was worked up a bit.  She said she had been and still was nervous about it and had been shaking as she texted back and forth to him.  She told me later in the afternoon as we fucked that she had become aroused and that her pussy became wet during their exchange.  I was most impressed and even surprised about her message to me that said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"tentative thurs, but realized u r home"&lt;/span&gt;.  Was she telling me what I thought she was???  Had she actually made plans with G to come over and fuck her?  She asked me if I wanted to read what she had written to G.  I'd be home in an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (8:50 am): I owe u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (8:51 am): diamonds might calm me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (8:52 am): How about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (8:53 am): That's what I truly want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (8:54 am): Better than diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (8:55 am): I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (8:56 am): U only can wear diamonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Wife (8:57 am): Would rather wear other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (8:58 am): Nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (8:59 am): thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (9:00 am): For ? Haven't done anything yet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (9:02 am): For anything that u might do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (9:02 am): On my way&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (9:04 am): Man...Am in xxxxxx City working out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;G (9:04 am): Oh well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (9:04 am): But this is a good time. My husband works till 1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (9:05 am): Awesome&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife(9:06 am): I think so too - gives me a lot of alone time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (9:09 am): U got to get to the grown up store and pick up some friends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (9:12 am): All good honey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (9:22 am): I bet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (9:29 am): Am thinking that is a compliment while I shower&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (9:30 am): Mentally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G (9:32 am): With  u&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (9:37 am): I like that, and u more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (9:56 am): am serious but nervous &amp;amp; I do not have to delete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;(G had called my wife's cell  before this message and was asking her if she knew where the 'delete' key was on her phone - a reference to me finding out about her and him, texting and fucking.  She was attempting to indirectly tell him that I knew about everything she did (and approved) by telling him that &lt;span&gt;'I do not have to delete'&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't think that he understood what she was trying to tell him.  They decided during this call that Thursday was going to work for them to hook up, although my wife forgot that I was going to be home that day)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Wife (10:10 am): must make waxing appt first. that's what am trying to do today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (10:24 am): i am at the store what size/brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, she had been a hair away from realizing her desire to fuck G and take him as a lover.  The only thing stopping her was the fact that she was not at home at the time and that she was not freshly waxed.  G only lives a couple streets away, 2-3 minutes by car.  While she had been texting with him, he had started over towards our house, stopping only when my wife told him she wasn't home.    She told me that wanted to be smooth for him.  She has always wanted G to know that she was completely bare as well as pierced.  As we fucked I pressed her for the answer I already knew - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You wanted to fuck G today, didn't you?  If you were at home when he told you he was on the way, you would have let him come over and fuck you, wouldn't you have?"  &lt;/span&gt;She answered &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt; to both questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell by the forward nature of her texts to him that she had now crossed over in her mind and was ready to fuck him.   She said that she was emboldened by the fact that [finally] &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; was the one to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'initiate'&lt;/span&gt; the sexual banter.  Despite my telling her to the contrary, she has always felt that G (as well as her other prospective lover B) would not respond or would reject her if she were more forward and direct with them in communicating her desire to be sexual with them.  She felt she had been giving them enough line to run with but that they had not 'taken the bait' and been responsive to her.  Today was different....and it was all she needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She scrambled to get an earlier appointment for her brazilian waxing, which she had scheduled for tomorrow.  She really wanted to be sexy for G and wanted to be waxed for him.  I was aroused by the thought of my wife wanting to be sexy for her lover.  She eventually found a salon that could accommodate her and she came home sore and red, but smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about it intermittently throughout the rest of the day and evening.  She was still somewhat nervous about it actually happening, saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"We"ll see"&lt;/span&gt;.   Interestingly enough, we both seemed pretty calm only two days removed from her finally being fucked by another man besides me, her first since her affair some 14 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;calm-before-the-storm&lt;/span&gt; type of thing.  Possibly a little sobering realization that we are on the threshold of a doorway that by crossing it has the potential to alter our relationship.  For me, it's an odd kind of excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-176648024941227062?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/176648024941227062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=176648024941227062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/176648024941227062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/176648024941227062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-threshold.html' title='On The Threshold'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/ST3rocMneQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/2OnRvE_arcQ/s72-c/On_the_edge_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7394111531465607632</id><published>2007-12-19T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T14:08:05.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black dress'/><title type='text'>"I'll Share My Wife with you..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 December, Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My First Offer to B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;     My wife and I were talking this afternoon when her phone rang.  It was B on the line.   I was seated right next to her.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Yes, I have my black dress and red lipstick ready...Let me ask my husband, he's right here next to me"&lt;/span&gt;.  I already knew what she was referring to as I whispered to her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Tell him I'll share you with him"&lt;/span&gt;, but she missed it and gave him a more innocent affirmative answer.  They were talking about going to an event I mentioned in a recent post.  As my wife was finishing her conversation with him, I reached out for the phone - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My husband wants to talk to you"&lt;/span&gt;.   I got on the line and said to B, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'll share my wife with you, you just have to return her to me in good condition and have her home by 4am"&lt;/span&gt;.  He laughed, somewhat nervously and said a few joking words to me.  I'm sure he wasn't exactly sure what to make of everything...I'm sure he wasn't expecting me to be sitting right next to my wife as he told her to get out her little black dress and red lipstick, nor expecting me to get on the phone and offer my wife to him, even as light-heartedly as I did.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked my wife shortly afterwards how she felt about our little three-way exchange.  She replied that she was apprehensive of what I might say to him - that I might go too far.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did I?"&lt;/span&gt; I asked.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A little"&lt;/span&gt; was her reply.  I thought back to what I had thought about saying to him at that moment but didn't - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Did you want me to send her to you without bra and panties under that little black dress?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We"ll see how B responds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also talked about a few other things.  Like another ground rule (or maybe a guideline at this point).  We discussed how it would be best for now, that her lovers be married versus single men, the thought being that it is important for everyone involved to have something 'at stake', for everyone to be on the same footing with respect to having the same level of discretion and having something to lose.  I have concerns about this - this is delicate territory we're entering into, with numerous perils and potential threats to our marriage and relationship.  I want to make sure that her lovers have something on the table as well.  We want to avoid anyone who would be indiscreet - anyone who'd 'talk' or share details of the relationship with others.  We also want someone who already has 'a life', someone whose sole interest would be my wife - we don't want someone to become a 'pest' or 'puppy dog' - that wouldn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She expressed moral concerns about sleeping with other men - married men, but feels alright with it knowing that I approve and support her being sexual outside of our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still has concerns that B and G are not interested in her and do not or would not have an interest in fucking her.  I continue to assure her that they do, based on my observations of how they interact with her and how they flirt with each other.  She has reasonable concerns about being rejected by them sexually should she really be as bold as I suggest to her - unfounded, in my opinion, but reasonable concerns.  No one likes to be rejected.  Again, I assured her that she just needs to step a little further out of her comfort zone with regards to flirting and putting herself out there with B and G and they can be hers...or she theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife brought up a third man, also a friend of ours, whom she said she would be interested in and finds attractive.  He is also a 'B', so we'll need to call him 'B2'.  We've know B2 for a few years now, but she has gotten to know him better only in the last half year or so.  She feels that he is attracted to her and they get along well.  She says she has flirted with him a little and would not mind being sexual with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is proud to tell me that she is flirting more than ever before, which I agree with and am also proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7394111531465607632?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7394111531465607632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7394111531465607632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7394111531465607632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7394111531465607632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/ill-share-my-wife-with-you.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll Share My Wife with you...&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1385043280855151103</id><published>2007-12-17T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:32:28.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground rules'/><title type='text'>A Lunch......Date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17 December, Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Lunch with B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;    My wife was supposed to attend a meeting today along with B, one of her potential lovers.  It was scheduled for 1pm.  I would still be sleeping due to my work schedule.  When I awoke at about 230pm , my wife was home.  I asked her how her meeting had gone.  She told me it had been canceled.  She didn't immediately volunteer it, but told me she and B had gone to lunch instead.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"B asked me if I wanted to have lunch with him"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  She had my interest.  I asked her how it went and what happened.  It seemed innocent enough from what she told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She mentioned that he talked about his wife and how, according to my wife, their relationship did not seem like it was going too well and that he was possibly close to throwing in the towel.  She told me that she mentioned to him something about me that, to me, while not outright derogatory, was non-flattering.  I expressed my displeasure to her about this.  As I expressed in a previous post, one of our concerns about her having lovers was the development of emotional attachments with them, leading to all kinds of potential problems.  One of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ground rules&lt;/span&gt; we agreed to about her having lovers, was that she would &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; discuss our problems or other relationship issues we have with her lovers, since doing so creates special bonds that can undermine our relationship.  As I said, what she shared with him wasn't really disparaging, but it wasn't something I cared to have her talking about.  My wife seemed to understand what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my wife how she felt about being out alone with him.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nervous"&lt;/span&gt; she said.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It seemed weird to be alone with him without my husband being there".  "Were you excited by it?"&lt;/span&gt; I asked.  She admitted that she did feel excited as well.  She mentioned being concerned about how she looked [for him, presumably] and of course was concerned about having food in her teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conversation, she had mentioned to B that I was supportive of her going out with her friends and that I encouraged her to do so.  I asked her if she took advantage of that line of conversation to let him know about me approving of her.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'being out with other men'&lt;/span&gt; or something along those lines.  She hadn't and mentioned the quick pace of the conversation as being part of the reason.  I reminded her about being forward and taking advantage of opportunities to flirt boldly.  As I've mentioned, I think the only thing standing between her and realizing either B or G as lovers, is their sense of decency and respect for the fact that we are married as well as friends and their lack of knowledge that I know and approve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probed, but he hadn't made any overt attempts at seducing, flirting or offering any 'opportunities' to my wife.  I believe he is simply being cautious and moving slowly with my wife, gaging her responsiveness to him.  He did offer to take our daughter with him to a local college sporting event with he and his daughter.  He mentioned that he had one more adult ticket for the event to which my wife mentioned she could probably be available.  We'll see if anything comes out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to my wife that when she talks to him again, she should tell him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I liked being out alone with you&lt;/span&gt;' and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'...I'd like to do it again sometime with you'&lt;/span&gt;.   She felt that it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; bold for her to say to him.  She suggested&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'My husband wants to know where you're going to take me next time'&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't really like it at the time, but now hours later, as I write this, it sounds OK to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am contemplating giving B a call to see if I can stop by to talk to him briefly...and being fairly direct with him about my wife and him being together.  The right time would be now, immediately after he's 'taken her out' to lunch.  How and what things would be said would be very important.  I have to think further about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1385043280855151103?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1385043280855151103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1385043280855151103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1385043280855151103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1385043280855151103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/lunchdate.html' title='A Lunch......Date?'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-594591482455763370</id><published>2007-12-03T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:36:13.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IM'/><title type='text'>Inch by Inch continued...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 December, Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Followup &amp;amp; Clarification.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, Saturday, we ended up seeing G at an event that both my wife and I were working.  I saw him talking briefly to my wife at the door then I talked with him for quite a while before he left.  Later, at home, my joked that she was upset that he had left without even saying goodbye to her.  I asked if they had talked about her phone call to him Friday, since they really never did connect on it.  She had asked him if it was him inviting her out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "I wish I had"&lt;/span&gt; was his reply to her.  I mentioned to her that it looked like he had been losing weight;  she had noticed it as well and told me that he had told her how good she looked, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No further conversation about it until I was at work and received a text message from my wife at about 5am.  The texting started out unrelated, but wound up on the subject of lovers, G, and sex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:22): I want to be with u, inside u again soon...i enjoyed fucking u last nite...very proud of u flirting with G yesterday. u r such a sexy woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:24): Thanks I get nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:24): I know u do...that is why I am so proud of u...overcoming your fears &amp;amp; inhibitions they way u did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:27): I find it so sexy when u overcome ur fears like that...i love seeing ur confidence grow, and love seeing u be more of a risk taker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:27): He didnt seem angry that i called but he seems like a tornado -  fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:28): How did YOU feel about everything that u did and everything that was said?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:29): Of course he wasn't angry...you are a sexy woman...and u were flirting and being forward with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:29): Nervous, unsure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:30): He just isn't sure yet what to do, because he &amp;amp; I are friends and we r all married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:31): He's just not sure if it is innocent flirting or firting with 'real' intentions to follow thru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:31): I like flirting w people he is just quicker than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:32): That's why I encourage u to step out a little further than you normally feel comfortable with by saying those things I suggest to u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:33): Seems too weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:34): Once u make it known to him that I know and that u are really sexually attracted to him, he will feel more comfortable and then u'll very soon be able to feel his cock inside ur pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:34): He just needs to know that I know, I approve and that I share you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:35): I really would prefer u say inside u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:36): u r almost there sweetheart...u r one or two very suggestive remarks away from having urself lover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:36): 'Will' share me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:36): Ok honey....i know u want him inside u...i know u want to feel him cumming inside u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:37): But will no longer see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:37): R u touching urself right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:38): that is why it is important for u to make the most of everytime u see him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:38): No, not touching myself&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:39): I am trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:39): I'm gonna try to get together more with him  and work on sharing u with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:40): I know u r....i love seeing u do it...am very proud of u...so sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:41): Pls dont say anything more than it's ok with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:41): All that's missing for me is that I really enjoy hearing about your feelings, fears, your perspective about your 'hotwife journey'...that's why I want u to journalize with/for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:43): I dont like to write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:43): I was blogging about it tonight...would love for it to be both of us, sharing both sides of the experience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:43): Is there something u are afraid I will say to him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:46): I want u to just freeform write about all ur feelings about all this.  It feels intimate...like ur poetry.  It let's me see/feel another side of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:47): I dont want it to be something between u if i am having lover.   i dont want u to set up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:47): I am not sure I understand what that means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:48): Don't understand the 1st part of sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:49): And  we've talked about me setting u up with lovers...'arranging' for u , so i'm a little confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:50): I would feel passed around.   One time thing different than maybe a longer term affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:52): about ur writing: I feel very close to u when u r vulnerable with me in this manner...sharing ur intimate thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:53): I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:54): I understand, arranging/setting up is ok for one time lovers, but for long term lover and friend u prefer it not slutty or cheap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 4:55): You got it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:56): Sometimes I look at that notebook u started writing in the last time I asked u to write - the one u  have in ur nitestand, to see if u have written anything new in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 4:58): I know. I probably want the same thing - I want a special, very close, very intimate friendship with G or B with u being the center...being shared.  A very special friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:00): Yes, they might say 'I want to take her out, r u guys busy?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:00): I think u started writing one paragraph, or just a couple sentences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:01): O&lt;br /&gt;Me (12/2 5:02): Hmmmm...i like the thought of that.  Letting u go out with a lover....giving my permission for u to be with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:03): Or us going out together, the three of us with the knowledge or expectation that u would be leaving or going home with him and not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:03): I just mean that it's open I'm shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:04): Like me handing u off to ur lover for a nite of sexual pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:06): Or ocassionally making it a threesome...making u the center of attention...DP ing u...filling u up in all three holes.  Like u said, just an open relationship including another man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:07): I like that kind of intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:08): Yes, unsure bout 3some thing with those guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:08): Why r u unsure about that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:10): I love talking with u like this....intimate, personal, sexual, vulnerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:11): Kinda like the idea that they have their time with me u have ur time&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:13): We all know what is happening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:13): I understand.  u will feel more uninhibited if u r alone with them...more relaxed, more able to let urself go if I am not there watching...i just get so turned on to the thought of (even secretly) seeing u completely unleashed and enoying urself with another man.   U r  so sexy when u let urself go in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:14): I understand that perspective too...threesomes would not have to be all the time...but I would enjoy it ocassionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:15): O i dont feel that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:15): U don't feel what way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:15): R u saying u would/could feel uninhibited with me there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:16): Sexy if someone were watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:17): so then why do you prefer me not there?  Is it that u think THEY will not like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:18): Having 'someone' watching? Or ME watching?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:18): I think inhibited&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:19): I don't think those guys will like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:19): U think THEY will be uninhibited or YOU will be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:19): OK, but u like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:21): So u'd prefer to be watched with someone who is not ur regular lover then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:21): I will feel inhibited with u watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:22): that's what I was saying, then u said 'o I don't feel like that' and said someone watching is sexy'...not clear to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:22): I dont want to b watched, but yes that would b the case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:24): So u don't want to be watched but u think being watched is sexy anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:24): I said someone watching sexy? Typo sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:24): Or u just don't want to be watched with G or B, but are ok with it if it is another man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:25): Yes, u did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:25): U know I've always wanted to watch u being fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:26): I think yes probably exciting but not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:27): I like the thought of u being MORE uninhibited while alone with a lover...that is why I like the thought of 'catching' u in the act of fucking when u didn't know I was watching....'secretly' watching u really getting off on another man's cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:28): I know what u want.   i do not want to be watched with G or B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:29): that is why I get so turned on whenever I think of u fucking F...'cheating' on me and being uninhibited when I wasn't around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:32): I also would like for u &amp;amp; me to be watched while we fuck...especially by another woman...maybe a conservative friend of yours who ends up masturbating while watching us.....maybe she catches us fucking and secretly stays and watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her(12/2 5:33): No friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:35): OK.  I'll let u sleep.  would like to talk more like on this....would really enjoy ur writings as well...i want to include as part of our blog...makes it feel intimate with both of us writing...both sides in the blog....but mostly I just love ur intimate sharing of thoughts with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:36): Nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:36): I love u baby...u r incredibly sexy and u turn me on...night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:37): See u in 2 hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:37): Probably b awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:38): Try to sleep....or masturbate urself to sleep....u have my 'permission' to cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:39): Thank u, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:40): Wish I was there to take care of u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:40): Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:41): Is there anytime today that we'll be alone to fuck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me (12/2 5:41): I want u badly right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her (12/2 5:42): Dont think so, sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home about two hours later, everyone was still asleep.  I undressed and crawled into bed next to my wife.  She spread her legs for me as I reached down to her pussy.  It was so slippery and wet inside.  I asked her if she had masturbated after we had finished texting a few hours earlier.  She admitted  that she had.  She had cum and her pussy was still very well lubricated.  I asked her what she was thinking about while she played with herself.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I thought about G, about being with him.  I thought about him kissing me".&lt;/span&gt;  I continued talking to her as we fucked, describing how he was going to fuck her.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want him to want me."&lt;/span&gt; she told me.  We talked about what he had said to her about her looking good and looking like she had lost weight.  I told her what I thought she should have said to him like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like that you noticed me", "I was hoping that you would notice"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I enjoy looking good for you, G"&lt;/span&gt;.  Again, she told me that she had thought about replying to him like that, but unfortunately not until afterwards.    I whispered to her that she was going to be able to tell her friends that she had a lover.  I told her I wanted her to tell her friend B all about it, telling her how he fucks her, and that she lets him cum inside her.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You can text her"&lt;/span&gt; I said - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I was just fucked by my lover.  He just left.  He just filled my pussy with his cum'&lt;/span&gt;  My wife seemed to enjoy the thought of telling her friend B that her lover just left her with a pussy full of cum.  She fucked back and moaned as I whispered to her all the things she would be able to tell B about her lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was soaking wet, and my cock felt so good sliding in and out of her.  Just as I started cumming we were interrupted by one of the kids at the door.  I was past the point of no return and shot my heavy load of cum all over her pussy and thighs as I pulled out to straighten up.  She had not cum, so when we resumed, I had her play with her clit as I filled her pussy with my fingers.  Our wetness was everywhere, her juices mixed with my cum running down her thighs and lips.  I easily slipped four fingers into her pussy as she rubbed her clit roughly.  I spread her ass with my free hand and took one of my cum covered fingers and slid it into her ass.  She spread her legs further, working against my fingers until she came with a shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-594591482455763370?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/594591482455763370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=594591482455763370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/594591482455763370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/594591482455763370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/inch-by-inch-continued.html' title='Inch by Inch continued...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5861114130813677324</id><published>2007-12-01T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:38:11.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inch by Inch...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 November, Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Making progress...Inch by Inch.&lt;/span&gt;  I received a text message from my wife early this morning - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What is G's telephone number?"&lt;/span&gt;  I didn't know the reason she was asking for it, but I sent her his telephone number.  We were going to spend the day together and I figured she would eventually tell me why she wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later as we were driving in the car she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got a text message today that said 'P*****'s 4pm' and that's it"&lt;/span&gt;.  P*****'s is a bar and grill in town.  I asked her who it was that had sent the text. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "I don't know"&lt;/span&gt; she said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It just displayed a phone number, not a name.  I think it was S, but maybe it was G and I wanted to call him and ask him if he sent it.  I was going to ask him if he was trying to get me to meet him alone"&lt;/span&gt;.  S is a girlfriend of hers and she did not have either S's or G's number stored in her phone.  I asked her if she had  called G to ask him if he had.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, not yet"&lt;/span&gt; and mentioned something about being a little reluctant to, or nervous about following through on it.  I didn't reply immediately, but thought about the possibilities and felt happy that she had come up with this on her own, without any prompting and was telling me about her thoughts and her plan.  I think we both knew that the text message probably was not from G, but I I reached over, held her hand and told her how much I liked that she wanted to flirt with and tease G in this way - that it turned me on to know she was thinking of ways to seduce him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later as we were inside Peet's having coffee, I told her to call G and ask him what she had originally intended to ask him.  I suggested to her a few things to say to him - the usual ideas along the lines of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'...were you trying to get me alone without my husband?' and '...my husband knows about all the men I spend time alone with'&lt;/span&gt;.  She got a little nervous about it as she took out her phone and told me she felt pressure from me about it.  She was also worried that maybe G's wife would somehow end up hearing her message to him.   I reassured her that I didn't think this would be the case and  told her to go outside, away from me to make the call.  When she walked back in, she told me she had gotten his voicemail but had left the message for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G ended up calling her back a little while later, unfortunately however, she missed his call and he did not leave a message for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this was a pretty big step for her, to follow through on her thought to flirt with G in this fairly forward way.  I've encouraged her often to do so and feel proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife had gone out with some girlfriends for the night, so I hadn't seen her since mid afternoon shortly after she had called G.  We both awoke very early the next morning, my wife's pussy very wet and my cock very hard.  She started playing with my cock, stroking and fondling me as I started working my fingers into her smooth pussy.  She had just gotten her pussy waxed the day before, Thursday, and it felt so good under my hand.  I love it when her pussy is freshly waxed like this.  As I slid my cock into her, I asked her if G ever called her back again.  She told me he hadn't and was afraid she had made him mad or otherwise offended him.  I reassured her that he wasn't, but that he was just being conservative and cautious, unsure if the signals she was sending him were simply innocent teasing and flirting or a genuine invitation or come-on and because everyone involved is married.  I reminded my wife that this was the reason she had to be more bold in what she said to him, to let him know in more direct terms that she was physically attracted to him,  interested in becoming sexual with him, and that I knew of and approved of her fucking him.  I told her that once he was assured that her husband, his friend approved, he would jump at the opportunity to sleep with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to fuck as I described, as I have many times, what she needed to do to seduce him, how G was going to fuck her, and how life would be with her having G as her lover.  I came deep inside her shortly after she had cum from rubbing her clit as I fucked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice bit of progress for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5861114130813677324?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5861114130813677324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5861114130813677324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5861114130813677324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5861114130813677324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/12/inch-by-inch.html' title='Inch by Inch...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7733581631400446807</id><published>2007-11-18T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:55:53.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ground rules'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dildo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shared'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuckold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spreader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stretched'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hotwife'/><title type='text'>Musings - A Smorgasbord of Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 November, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Checking In.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   I haven't posted in a while.  There hasn't been too much going on...sexually speaking.  My wife was sick for a couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out Friday night to the City for dinner then stopped off for a quick nitecap at a local restaurant on our way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid in bed talking after we got home.  My wife had gone out to dinner with her girlfriend earlier in the week.  We hadn't really talked about it all week.  'D' is a good friend, who I've mentioned in this blog before.  I asked my wife if she has shared anything sexual with any of her friends lately.  I've always encouraged her to share her/our sex life with her close girlfriends and she has a couple of girlfriends who know quite a bit of our sex/fantasy life.  She said she had talked to D over dinner, again, about her taking a lover and about me wanting to share her with others.  D gave my wife some advice, encouragement and caveats.  D has had lovers within her marriage, with her husband's knowledge and approval.  My wife said she told D about B &amp;amp; G, our two male friends whom she is sexually attracted to and is interested in taking as lovers.  She told D that she likes the idea of having a lover(s), but did not want me to be there watching her making love to them.  I asked her if it was because she wanted to be able to be uninhibited, to be able to completely relax and 'cut loose' with him.  She was a little uncertain, but said she thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, there are a number of dynamics and nuances involved in all of this - 1) I am dominant and my wife is submissive to me.  I enjoy taking control in bed, having my way with her, being a little rough and having her obedience in bed.  She has expressed to me that she does NOT want to be submissive to others, but prefers that I be in control of them as well as her.  (I suspect, however, that she would be at least somewhat submissive to B or G as lovers, because it is her nature);  2)  I want to make her a "shared wife", which I define as a [submissive] wife who is given, loaned or shared sexually with others at her husband's discretion, direction or suggestion.  this would include me selecting her sexy clothing for nights out together, her dancing with other men, her flirting with other men and women, showing her off, allowing her to be touched by others, and ultimately to be fucked by others, all in my presence;  3) I want my wife to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hotwife"&lt;/span&gt; - defined as a woman who fucks other men, within her marriage, with her husband's knowledge (and in my case, approval).  I enjoy having a sexy wife, who turns heads, is flirtatious, and who other men and women find sexually desireable.  Unlike many men with a hotwife, though, I am not into being emasculated by her, her lovers, or by her sexual relationships.  I do not want to be humiliated, submissive or in anyway ridiculed.  I once read somewhere, the term &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'dominant cuckold'&lt;/span&gt; - maybe this is an appropriate term for me.  I want a 'hotwife', but one who is submissive to me; 4) I'd like her to have a lover - someone she would be able to see on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last item is probably the one that I have the most difficulty putting my finger on as far as defining my feelings and thoughts.  It seems to be an amalgamation of the first three items.  I have always wanted us to include others in our bed ever since we started dating.  I have always loved the thought of watching her being fucked by other men (and women).  We have talked of it endlessly over the past 22 years, and we have both enjoyed it as a fantasy, but it is only within the last year of so that we have been talking seriously about following through and taking action.  Last winter, my wife and I both shared about our infidelities during our marriage - I told her about the various women I had slept with and she revealed to me an ongoing affair she had with a co-worker years back and an ex-boyfriend she had fooled around with one night while getting together with some old friends.  I knew both of these guys, casually.  Her affair had gone on for about six months, during which time she fucked her lover both at his house and in our home...in our bed.  I was both hurt and turned on by what she had told me.  At my request she told me the details - how it started, when they would fuck (while I was at work), how he liked to fuck her, how often they would fuck, what he liked to do to her, etc...He would fuck her bareback - without a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it is difficult for me to explain to anyone who hasn't been in a similar position, the different and sometimes conflicting emotions of hurt and betrayal versus the feelings of arousal and excitement at the thought of her cheating with another man.  I think the arousal stems from my opinion that it seemed so out of character for her to have fucked another man in our bed while I was not home...it seemed so naughty and taboo for her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I'm not sure where those last three paragraphs got us, or what exactly they explained, but I am turned on by the thought of having a 'cheating wife' who fucks other men while I am away from home or who goes out to fuck other men while I am at home.  Obviously, it wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'cheating'&lt;/span&gt; in the truest sense of the word, since I would have full knowledge of her activities - I think it is best categorized as her being a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOTWIFE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D told my wife that in order for her to seduce B or G or other any other men she'd like to sleep with, she would have to say while flirting something to the effect of: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my husband knows I...", "my husband approves of me..."&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my husband is OK with me..."&lt;/span&gt;  This is the same thing I have been telling her to do for a long time now while flirting.  Maybe now that both D and I have told her, she'll actually try it.  D's husband had also told D that she needed to be the one pursuing the men she was interested in sexually, that she needed to let them know that she was receptive although she is a married woman.  I have been telling my wife this as well - to let potential partners know that she is open to their advances and to also let them know that she has her husband's permission to play outside of her marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my wife also mentioned that D was also looking for a new lover, since her husband had a real dislike of her most recent lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke a bit about my wife's friend, B, also, and I asked whether or not she thought B would play on the side or take a lover(s).  She wasn't entirely sure, but thought it possible that she would.  I told my wife to keep sharing about her own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hotwife journey&lt;/span&gt;, telling her details of her affair(s) (once they start).  According to my wife, B has been interested in hearing about her (our) experiences since my wife has shared with her about our plans, but that they just haven't spent much time together to talk.  I told my wife that I thought it'd be hot if she and B seeked out lovers together.  I find B attractive, sexy and would enjoy having her join my wife and me, sexually, either in threesomes, or just her  with my wife, although I'm not even sure if B is bi or not.  I'd even enjoy phone sex-play or online erotic play with her.  I like having good friends that we can be sexually intimate with, not necessarily physically, although that would be ideal - flirting with each other, and sharing thoughts, fantasies, desires, etc...  It takes a special set of friends, extraordinary chemistry, and relaxed personalities.  It can be lots of fun with the right couples or individuals.  (I wonder if B's husband is sexually attracted to my wife?)  I recall my wife mentioning that she thought B was open-minded about sex with others, but most likely had concerns about being married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spoke a little about a few "ground rules" for my wife having a lover.  One was not talking to her lovers about any problems within our marriage or using him as an emotional sounding board or support - how BIG problems can arise as a result, how unhealthy emotional connections can develop from her being intimate in this way with her lover.  We also agreed that I had to agree upon any choice of lovers that she had made - we BOTH needed to be OK with the person.  She had talked to D about this too and said that in D's case, it was very clear that her lovers were just her sexual partners and that her husband was her true and ultimate partner whom she loved and came home to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up fucking a short while later at about 2am, with her climbing on top of me.  I'm much more verbal than she is in bed, so it is always a turn-on to hear her talking dirty, telling me to spread her ass and put my fingers inside her as she bounced up and down on my cock.  She told me how she liked thinking of me inside her ass.  At about 5am, we both awoke.  This time, I used the small remote controlled vibrator on her pussy.  We woke once again at 9am - my cock was as hard as a rock.  I immediately climbed on top of my wife and slid right into her pussy, which was still very wet from our earlier fuckings.  A very hard and deep fucking ensued.  We rested a while then started watching some XXX movies on the laptop as we continued to lay in bed.  I had chosen a number of black-on-white interracial movies, a genre that I really get off on (more so than she does).  One day I want to see her being fucked by a very well hung black man.  (She slept with a black friend of hers just as we were beginning to date many years ago, but hasn't been with another since).   A Yahoo IM popped onto the screen as we were watching the movie.  It was a woman I had played with online saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Hello'&lt;/span&gt;.  She's submissive and bi and I've asked her to join my wife and I, since my wife and I have talked about finding another woman to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'service'&lt;/span&gt; her as I direct the action.  I played a Rocco video on and my wife ended up cumming hard while watching  girl-on-girl pussy eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a pretty good 24 hours with us having fucked 4 times during that time!  It's nice to have the time alone, with the kids!  We weren't done though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out Saturday night for drinks and dinner with D and her husband in the City.  Got home Saturday night too tired for anything, but woke up Sunday in a randy mood.  I got out one of our dildos, a very thick one and proceeded to stuff her pussy full of it, working it in and out of her.  We talked about how much she loves being stuffed and stretched and about how much I love seeing her in this condition.  I love seeing her lips clinging to whatever it is inside her, lover to see her pussy muscles stretched tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pushed the dildo in deeply, then mounted her and told her I was going to slide my cock into her pussy alongside the dildo.  Her eyes opened wide as she felt m pressing forward against her already stretched pussy muscles.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhhhhhhh!"&lt;/span&gt; she said as I slid fully into her wet pussy.  It felt so tight, so snug as I fucked her - almost as tight as when I am inside her ass.  I told her how one day she was going to feel two real cocks inside her pussy.  I told her she'd be lying on her back on top of B with his cock inside her pussy; I'd then climb on top of her, mount her, sliding my cock in right next to his.  She was turned on.  While I fucked her, she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did I tell you what G said to me on Halloween?"&lt;/span&gt;  She hadn't.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"He asked what I was going to be for Halloween, a hot mama?" &lt;/span&gt; I don't recal how she told me she replied to him, but like most of us who think of our best comebacks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; the fact, she told me what she came up with (and wished she had said to him: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Not tonight, but I will be tomorrow.  Are you busy tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing her say those words turned me on as I continued sliding in and out of her slippery pussy.  She was a little disappointed that hadn't thought of it in the moment and actually said it to G, but still I was impressed that she would come up with that type of reply even if it was never spoken.  She has come a long way, making an effort, taking small, slightly unsteady steps in her flirting with B &amp;amp;  G, but trying nonetheless.  She has come to enjoy dressing sexily, not just for me, but also for the pleasure of others and for her own self-confidence and satisfaction.  She has come to enjoy being looked at, looked over, checked out, and complimented about how good or sexy she looks.  She enjoys exposing some skin, exposing some cleavage, and her sexy legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't totally confident in herself regarding flaunting her sexuality and flirting but I can see it growing - her comfort level and enjoyment of the attention from men and women alike is apparent.  She tells me whenever she receives a compliment about her body, or how sexy she looks.  The fact that she is very open to taking a lover and talks openly without being dismissive, speaks a lot to how far she has come.  I'm confident that she will be with another man in the not too distant future.  i think she has warmed up nicely to the idea of making a regular lover out of a friend or acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her which she liked best:  to be fucked, to be eaten, or to be played with.  She replied that she does enjoy having her pussy eaten, but likes best being played with, having her pussy used - slapped, spanked, dildos and vibrators used filling her pussy and ass.  She likes it when I do whatever I want with her, using her sexually as I see fit.  This is her submissive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked whether she enjoyed vibrators or dildos better.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dildos.  Sometimes vibrators make my clit numb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about phone sex.  I want her/us to talk with someone on the phone while I play with or fuck her.  I suggested her girlfriend B.  I told her one day I would start playing with her while she was on the line with B, and for her to start telling B what I was doing to her, how I'd just put my hand down her pants, or how I was touching her.  She replied that I have an active imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to be sexy".&lt;/span&gt;  She wants low cut tops.  She wants to show her breasts more.  She says she wants to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'inviting'&lt;/span&gt;.  She wants and likes to be looked at and looked over.  I asked if anyone has been looking her over lately.  She said she thought G had been a few days ago.  I asked her if she did anything about it.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I hugged him for a long time."&lt;/span&gt;  I told her next time she gives him an extended hug to tell him how good it feels and how much she likes it. I instructed her to do it in my presence and within earshot, so that G knows that I know and hear it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife the next time she goes grocery shopping , to buy another large cucumber.  Something just as thick as the shampoo bottle, but tapered, so it will be able to slide inside her.  She said she had seen the shampoo bottle in my nightstand and knew exactly what I was going to do with it.  We talked about her getting a tattoo near her pussy with my name or initial - '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;M's&lt;/span&gt;' it would say.  I said the next time we back up to the City, I wanted to take her back to a couple of the leather stores.  She still needs a collar,  ankle cuffs, and hardware for me to make a spreader bar for her.  I want her positioned like that, ass up high in the air, wrists and ankles cuffed and clipped to the spreader.  I said I'd leave her like that on the bed while I left the house, ass up and secured to the spreader waiting for my return.  Maybe I'd leave her tied spread eagle face down by herself with a vibrator in the vicinity of her pussy.  If she wanted to pleasure herself, she'd have to twist, wiggle and squirm to make her pussy contact the vibrator, all without the use of her hands.  She told me she wanted me to buy a four-poster bed, so I could tie her spread eagle to it, then use her however I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to fuck her as we talked, sliding my cock in and out next to the fat dildo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I wanted her to be fucked bareback by her lovers, for them to be able to cum inside her pussy.  She like this too - the thought of another man besides her husband cumming inside her.  It's naughty.  Neither of us likes condoms and I don't wear them since I am vasectomy safe.  We'd only allow B or G (closer 'known' friends who became her regular lovers) to bareback her.  Anyone else would be required to wear a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said to me,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "I wish you would just arrange for me to fuck G."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I replied &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You want me to just send him home to you, don't you?  To deliver you to him?"  "Yesssss."&lt;/span&gt; she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'd put her back on the pill when she took either B or G (or both) as regular lovers, so they'd be able to finish inside her whenever they fucked.  My wife just tensed and started cumming when I said this.  She looks so sexy when she cums...eyes glazed, full of lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7733581631400446807?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7733581631400446807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7733581631400446807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7733581631400446807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7733581631400446807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/11/musings-smorgasbord-of-thoughts.html' title='Musings - A Smorgasbord of Thoughts'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1094627171756740166</id><published>2007-10-12T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:01:23.317-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>"It isn't as friendly"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 October, Friday. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anal at Last.&lt;/span&gt;  An interesting week this week.  Wednesday:  Mid morning, started watching some videos on the laptop as we fooled around.  She told me she wanted to watch a domination movie so I found one that had a female dominating another female.  I had already gotten out the leather paddle/slapper, a small flogger and a small whip-like stick with small rubber tassles on the end.  She had been on her back, spread as I played with her pussy.  I had started using the slapper on her pussy, alternating between spanking her pussy and sliding the leather slapper over her swollen clit and pussy lips.  She gasped with each smack against her pussy.  This wasn't unusual, she has enjoyed having her pussy spanked since I began doing it a year or so ago.  I was a little surprised, though, at how much she was enjoying feeling the slapper being dragged over her clit.  She seem to really like it, gasping and panting as I slid the cool, smooth leather over her pussy lips and clit.  Leather seems to turn her on.   (I noticed this for the first time last August on trip to Las Vegas, where I took her to a couple of leather stores.  Immediately after leaving with our wrist cuffs and the slapper, we pulled into the parking lot of the Hard Rock Cafe.  I started playing with her pussy in the car, she was very wet.  I spread her legs, had her remove her thong and fingered her forcefully, creating a slapping sound as my palm slapped up against her pussy.  We were no more than 50 ft from the entrance of the building, and people were continuously walking out of the restaurant to the casino, and to and from their cars all around us.  We were in the front seat and clearly visible.  My wife was nervous about being caught, but I think this added to her excitement that night.  I reached behind me into the back seat, reached into the bag of our new purchases and pulled out the new slapper.  I told her to spread herself further apart and proceeded to use the slapper against her soaked pussy.  I remember her gasps each time the slapper landed on her pussy - very erotic for me.  She kept looking out the windows for anyone who may have been heading in our direction, but her hips and pussy betrayed her.  She was squirming in the front seat, spreading her legs for me as I fingered her roughly and spanked her pussy.  I knew she had become aroused by being inside the leather store, and feeling the firm leather against her pussy lips.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her to turn over onto her stomach and present her ass to me.  I used the small flogger on her ass, the slapper on her inner thighs and ass and the tassled whip on her clit and asshole as she watched the movie.  She was turned on and looked extremely hot, ass high in the air, thighs spread to give me access to her pussy.  Her moans were turning me on and I was rock hard as I played with her soaked pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began fucking her from behind, ass up as I spread her with my hands.  She was fucking back and our bodies made slapping sounds as we fucked.  Soon, I felt the beginnings of an orgasm and started pulling out of her in an attempt to hold off.  My first spurt hit her pussy lips just as I cleared her pussy.  I caught the rest of my load on my fingers and scooped up the cum that had begun flowing down my cock.  The last of my cum pulsed out of my cock onto my fingers.  Still very aroused, I rubbed my large load all over her asshole and her pussy making her all the more slippery.  I slid first one, then two cum covered fingers deep into her ass.  My fingers slid easily into her asshole.  She loved it.  I took other fingers and stuffed them into her pussy while continuing to finger and stretch her ass.  The scene was just too much for me.  I don't think that my cock ever really went soft after cumming.  It hadn't been one of those full blown orgasms, but it did feel good and I did shoot a full load, which was now smeared in and outside her asshole and dripping from her cunt lips.  I continued to work my fingers deeper into her ass as I simultaneously finger fucked her pussy.  She was fucking back against my hand, moaning.  The sight was too much...I straddled her ass, gave her asshole one final reaming and stretching, then took my still rock hard cock, placed it at her now loosened opening and pressed forward.  It slid in easily, lubricated with my cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt so good inside her ass! It was tight - a different tightness than being inside her pussy.  She just moaned as I started to slowly fuck her ass for the first time - not just getting the head of my cock in, but actually sliding my entire cock into her ass.  (We had tried many times in the past 20 years, with no success - always too painful for her - probably from too much psychological apprehension on her part, to much eagerness and too little patience on my part, too little lubrication and a lack of any anal training to stretch her asshole working up to it)  She told me to go slowly, which I did....at first.  I grunted to her to play with her pussy.  She quickly reached her hand between her legs and began rubbing her clit.  It was an intense time - my grunting, her panting, my cock in her ass, her finger working her clit.  I was not going to be able to hold out long...I began to fuck her ass harder and faster, trying to work my cock as deeply as I could into her hole.  I started cumming loudly, with her right behind me with her orgasm.  I emptied a second load deep into her ass.  It was certainly a sexual milestone for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her how it was for her.  Unlike in the past, she did not cry out in pain, she gave me no indication that it hurt, and she seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did.  She did say, though, that she missed having something inside her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Friday, two days later we found ourselves in bed playing.   She was face down as I played with her pussy.  I got up to get the shorter thick dildo, the black anal dildo, and a tube of KY.  I told her how I was going to stuff and stretch her pussy with it.  She likes this dildo, it is very thick and maybe 7"-8" long.  I told her to get her ass up in the air as I lubed the fat dildo.  I slowly worked it into her cunt as she moaned and squirmed against it.  She loves being filled with it.  I fucked her with it as I teased her clit, forcing it deeper until the end was flush with her opening.  I told her to take over and fuck herself with it as I lubed up the slimmer black anal dildo.    I pressed it against her sphincter as she continued working the fatter dildo in and out of her pussy.  She let out a low moan as her asshole finally gave way, allowing the dildo to slide into her.  She was enjoying this, having both her holes filled - I fucked her ass and her pussy, sometimes letting her take over with the fat one.  I whispered to her how this was just more anal training for her.   Finally, when I felt her asshole was stretched enough, I pulled it out and lubed up my hard cock, straddled her and sunk it deep inside.  She went nuts, fucking herself with the dildo as I fucked down into her tight ass.  I love it when she is panting, gasping, moaning - in the moment - ragged breathing.  I get so turned on to see her so turned on.  Her orgasm was very intense.  She had gotten what she wanted - to have her pussy stuffed while being fucked in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her later how she had liked being fucked in the ass.  She very candidly and probably accurately replied that she had liked it, but that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It isn't as friendly&lt;/span&gt;".  I'd probably have to agree that it feels much more animalistic to me, much more "raw"...but I really enjoy that type of [rougher] sex anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1094627171756740166?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1094627171756740166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1094627171756740166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1094627171756740166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1094627171756740166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/it-isnt-as-friendly.html' title='&quot;It isn&apos;t as friendly&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-4921094213421474396</id><published>2007-10-06T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:15:31.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfume'/><title type='text'>"I wore it for him"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbarhRBrBI/AAAAAAAAADM/cljeJAPUbtA/s1600-h/138+crop_full_res.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbarhRBrBI/AAAAAAAAADM/cljeJAPUbtA/s320/138+crop_full_res.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275644454710127634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;05 October, Friday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smelling Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   As I was fucking my wife last night, I got a strong whiff of her perfume from her neck.  While she will regularly wear perfume, most often it is when we are going out together, or when she has someplace in particular or special to go herself, like out with girlfriends.  We hadn't been out nor had she gone out with girlfriends that night.  It was a little unusual.  I told her she smelled nice and provocatively asked her who she had worn the perfume for.  She did not answer.  I ask her again, then asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Did you wear it for G?"&lt;/span&gt;  She answered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt;.  I had suspected as much, which is why I had asked her.  I immediately got more turned on when she answered affirmatively.  She was not just telling me what I wanted to hear - she really had worn the perfume for him.  She told me that she knew she was going to see him while picking up one of our children and had wanted to smell nice for him.  The fucking I was giving her got hotter and more lusty  as we talked and fantasized more about her and G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-4921094213421474396?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4921094213421474396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=4921094213421474396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4921094213421474396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4921094213421474396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wore-it-for-him.html' title='&quot;I wore it for him&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbarhRBrBI/AAAAAAAAADM/cljeJAPUbtA/s72-c/138+crop_full_res.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1323571505888383106</id><published>2007-08-19T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:06:50.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want to know if he thinks I am sexy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 August, Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Slim Pickins'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  Our sex life has been pretty slim these days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She hasn’t been in much of a mood for sex this past month.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been the initiator, as usual, but lately, I haven’t been able to keep her pussy wet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Normally, she warms up after I play with or eat her pussy and will get into the mood.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Not this past month though.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Concerned.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frustrated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unsure of what is causing this change in her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Early AM.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Started playing with her pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Same results.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She started playing with her pussy to try to get her juices flowing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked her what was bothering her that she hasn’t been in the mood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me she had a lot going on without elaborating – I left it at that for now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will have to follow up to find out what that means.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked her what she was thinking about as she rubbed her clit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said she was thinking about whether B finds her attractive and sexy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“You really want to know if he does, don’t you?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “Yes, I do”&lt;/span&gt; as she continued her rubbing her pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I assured her again that he does, that I was sure that he would jump at an opportunity to fuck her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her that is why he continues to make subtle flirtatious remarks to her, like the reply he made to her about taking her out sometime when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;‘your husband is out of town’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think he is being flirtatious without crossing the line – probing flirtations – to see how my wife responds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He’s just being conservative, considering he’s married, and that I, the husband, am around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has just not been made aware of the fact that my wife finds him sexually attractive and that she would take him as a lover, nor does he know that I am aware of her desire for him, that I make sure that she shares with me each of their flirtatious conversations and encounters, and that I want her to be with him sexually – to be shared with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve always encouraged her to return his flirtations, to push it up a notch with him, to flirt back to see where it will lead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recounted to her an opportunity she had with him a couple of days back:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At an event, we all happened to be sitting in grandstands or bleachers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He left his spot and when he returned, he took up a spot on the bench above and behind my wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her that that she should have leaned back into him, resting her back between his spread legs, her head against his lap or crotch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me that she did so ‘a little’ and that she liked it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I encouraged her to be bold and she said she is trying and that she is taking small steps.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be sure, discretion is important, as we are all within a small circle of people involved in community activities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I told her that she needed to communicate to him that I know of her desires, (his desires), and that I support and encourage her to pursue him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I gave her specific suggestions on how to let him know when the opportunity presented itself:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“My husband likes it when I dress sexy for him and other men”; “My husband knows I am attracted to you”;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“My husband enjoys watching me flirt with other men”; “I don’t keep ANYTHING from my husband”;"My husband always makes the arrangements"; "I don't play unless my husband is present"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These aren’t opening lines, of course, but if she picks and seizes opportune times to interject these ‘comebacks’, I know it won’t be long before she’s feeling his cock slide into her pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I mentioned to my wife that I was going to work from my end on letting him know about her desires for him and about my being not just OK with, but encouraging her to ‘cheat’ with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Her pussy was wet now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I entered her as we continued to talk about B.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I described to her in detail what I wanted to see her do with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How I wanted to see her sucking his hard cock, how I wanted to see her on top riding his hard cock ‘cowgirl’, kissing him, having him empty his cum into her pussy, etc…&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She gets very aroused by this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So do I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I told her how turned on I get by the thought of her “cheating” with another man.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I clarified that it turned me on that she was married, fucking a lover, and had a husband who knew and approved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Isn’t that the classic definition of a HOTWIFE?&lt;span style=""&gt;)  &lt;/span&gt;She just hissed back &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Yes!”&lt;/span&gt; – she loved the idea of this kind of “cheating” – of her giving her married pussy to another man with her husband knowing all about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said she liked the thought of having two men in this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me that she enjoyed having B behind her on the bleachers and me right in front of her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That it felt good as a woman to have two men in this way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A feeling of security I suppose.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or maybe it just felt naughty to think of her being ‘had’ by two men (and subtly displaying it in public in this manner)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her how hot I got visualizing her bringing B home with her, walking up the stairs with him, knowing that she was going to spread her legs for him and let him take her…whenever he wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My mind shot back to her real lover from her real affair years ago, of her fucking him secretly in our own bed, letting him cum inside her pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn’t mention it today, but I still think often of her indiscretion and how much it turns me on that she really did cheat on me, arranging secret rendezvous with him at our home while I was at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I want to call you on the telephone and tell you that I'm on my way to see B"&lt;/span&gt;  She wanted to be able to tell me  that he had called her to come over so they could fuck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love hearing from her how she envisions her naughtiness, her hotwifing, our sex lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her orgasm soon followed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love my wife and am proud of her steps forward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She came back home a few hours later.  We were alone and soon undressed and in bed again.   I got out the very large black plug and worked it into her pussy.  I tried sliding my cock in next to it, but it was just too tight a fit.  She said she felt really stretched.  I licked and sucked her clit as I worked the plug in and out of her pussy, working the ‘edge’ – working the thickest part of the plug, keeping it inserted just so it would stretch her cunt the most.  She said she felt so full and so stretched.  I told her that is how I wanted her pussy – stretched.  I told her I was preparing her to take B inside her, or a thick black cock.  I enjoy seeing the tight seal her pussy makes when stuffed with something that thick – ‘airtight’.  I finally removed the dildo, slid my cock into her stretched hole and started fucking her.  She bit her lower lip as she looked me in the eyes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "I love it when you bite your lip like that"&lt;/span&gt;, I told her - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"like a naughty little wife"&lt;/span&gt;.  Her body tensed as she started cumming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1323571505888383106?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1323571505888383106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1323571505888383106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1323571505888383106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1323571505888383106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-know-if-he-thinks-i-am-sexy.html' title='&quot;I want to know if he thinks I am sexy&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7831435402761642958</id><published>2007-07-11T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:22:32.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of fucking a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 July, Tuesday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wanting to fuck a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; It’d been a long time since we were alone without kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went out for a pitcher of margaritas at a local Mexican restaurant last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coming home to an empty house, my sexy wife stripped naked and lay face down on the bed, a little tipsy and apparently a little horny too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I undressed, joined her on the bed and proceeded to play with her pussy.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;My wife had looked good tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sexy.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I told her how much I loved having a sexy wife, especially knowing that other men want and lust after her, but knowing that ultimately she belonged to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me how she likes being and looking sexy for me…and for others.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said she, too, likes knowing that other men find her attractive and sexy, but that she is mine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s changed a lot in the past 8 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s been much more attentive about how she looks, what she wears, how she puts on her makeup, etc… She’s been looking sexier and receives comments and attention about how good she looks, not just from me, but from other men and women as well.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As I played with her, I told her how much I liked knowing that she was mine… mine to give away as I saw fit…to loan her out to whomever I desired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I whispered to her that I wanted her to take a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She asked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;“Is there someone you want me to fuck or be my lover?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I immediately mentioned the name – G .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Ohhhhhhhhh!”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; she moaned. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I like that.  I think he has nice eyes.  Do you think he thinks I'm sexy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;G is someone my wife had mentioned before when I asked her whom she found sexually attractive within our circle of friends and acquaintances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He’s a larger, football player sized guy, dark skinned, over 6’ and 260lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was the first time either of us had mentioned G while playing, since she first told me months ago that she found him sexually attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I assured her that I felt he did find her sexy and proceeded to describe to her all the things I wanted to see him do to her and her to do to him in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She was extremely aroused and soaked as I told her how he’d give her a good hard fucking as she held tightly onto his large athletic body, his dark skin contrasting against her light skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;His large frame would cover her as he rode my wife’s married pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;We talked explicitly about her taking a lover or lovers as I fucked her slowly and deeply.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her that I wanted a ‘cheating wife’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mentioned that I had been thinking of her ‘real’ cheating, her affair years ago – of her fucking her lover on our bed while I was at work. I am still aroused by the visuals of that affair as well as by the fact that she actually had been a ‘cheating wife’.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I wanted to know that she was with another man, either in our bed, in a hotel room, or in her lover’s bed, getting fucked by him, while I was away from home at work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me maybe this fall [she’d take a lover].&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was so turned on hearing her say that and fucked her harder and deeper as we continued talking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The thought of her at home alone during the day, opening the front door to admit her lover, leading him into the bedroom and onto the bed that I vacated just hours before to be fucked and used by him…while the kids are at school and I am at work turns me on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;" face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Maybe on a cruise…with M”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she said from underneath me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I wasn’t exactly sure what she meant when I first heard what she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She was referring to the possibility of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;finding someone to fuck her while on a cruise with her sexy friend M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There was a secondary meaning to the cruise reference – I recall my wife telling me about M’s infidelities during her marriage – one of the men M had fucked was during a cruise she took with just her girlfriends. I liked her idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She said she trusted M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think for her (and for me as well), the appeal is: a) being on vacation away from responsibilities (kids), b) being with just her girlfriend (pure girl time), c) being able to fuck someone away from our local area (safe), d) being in an exotic location far from home (able to cut loose, relax and be/act sexy/sexually).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I know that I ALWAYS feel hornier than ever when traveling or when staying in a hotel room in another city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I encouraged her to plan a cruise or vacation with M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We talked about how she and M could dress sexily, wear their bikinis, flirt and find attractive men to fuck them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;She liked the idea of returning to the cabin with M and fucking in the same bed as M, each of them filled with their own man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I told her she could call me during her cruise/vacation… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;“Call me when you get into his room to tell me you’re about to be fucked”, Call me afterwards to tell me how good you were fucked”, “Leave the phone off the hook as you’re being fucked, so I can listen to you”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I asked her if she wanted M to find her a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Yes…I trust her”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her how sexy I thought M is and how much I want to fuck her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She agreed on her sexiness. I suggested that she find a man at the [fitness] club we belong to when she goes for classes with M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told my wife that I believe M is fucking other men right now, getting what she isn’t getting from her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She’s done it before, doesn’t seem to be rushing to get out of her marriage, which has issues, she’s very sexy, and appears to me to be the type of woman that goes out and gets what she wants and can be sensible about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told my wife I wanted her to go out with M to find lovers and to bring them back to M’s house to fuck – two married women fucking other men while their husbands are away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My wife really liked the idea of M finding her a lover for her to fuck or going out with M to find men to fuck together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She trusts M's judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her she was to tell M:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;'My husband wants me to have a lover'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;“I want M to wax me again”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;M had lent us her waxing kit after showing us how to do it, so I would be able to wax my wife from then on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;However, it’s been very difficult for us to find the time alone for me to wax her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I enjoyed being present the first time M waxed her pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was hot seeing M’s hands all over my wife’s pussy, even though it wasn’t explicitly sexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I liked seeing her pulling and tugging, moving her clit ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I liked M asking me how I wanted it – I opted for a small strip left above her clit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told my wife I’d ask M if she would do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to be present watching again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;“I want G to know that my pussy is pierced…I want G to know that I just have a little ‘landing strip’ and that my pussy is waxed smooth…I want G to see pictures of me”&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;she said sexily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I told her I would make sure that he knew and that I’d find a way to show him her x-rated pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Our conversation bounced around a bit as we fucked…the hot talk moving back and forth between talk of G, to her girlfriend M, to having lovers in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I suggested that she bring her other married friend B with her on her cruise/vacation – that she convince B to take a lover as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the thought of these married women, my wife included, all moms, being naughty, cheating, doing something ‘taboo’ – fucking outside of their marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love the idea of your everyday-woman-next-door or housewife-type giving in to her sexual temptations and cravings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A repeat theme for me in all this, one that arouses me, is the idea that I am introducing this idea of ‘cheating’, of taking lovers, to these other women.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I enjoy the idea of control over other women, if not directly, then through my wife – by way of suggestion via my wife; by way of their conspiracy with my wife (sounds more dark and sinister than I really mean it to be – perhaps ‘collaboration’ or ‘joint-venture’ with my wife are better words); by way of seduction or temptation (again this sounds more dark &amp;amp; evil than I mean it to be – I mean both of these last two methods to be completely ‘friendly’; and lastly, by way of example by my wife (ie. through her sharing with her friends of [sexual] activities she has participated in like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;being shared with other men by me, having a regular lover, threesomes-orgies-gangbangs, being DP’d, being bi with another woman, fucking black cock, and other hotwife-type activities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That through my wife’s actions they would see that it is ‘OK’ and would be more willing to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;‘give in to the dark side’&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and join her [and I]  in various sexual pursuits.  My wife says that she doesn’t think M would allow or could be controlled by me, although, she didn’t mention anything about her girlfriend B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know that my wife shares a few of our intimate sexual details with B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I often wonder whether B ends up sharing this information with her husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So far, I haven’t been able to detect any kind of ‘awareness’ on his part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My wife has told B that I find her sexually attractive in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told her last night that I want her to tell B again that I want to fuck her, that I want her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;I asked my wife if she preferred finding lovers on her own or having them sent to her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She indicated that she’d rather have me find, setup and send her men to fuck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We talked about her going out on ‘datenights’ or girls nights out with friends to find men to fuck.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How she’d dress up sexy, flirting, dancing, seducing and being seduced by other men while I was at home awaiting her return.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want her to fuck bareback.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her that when she came home I would check her pussy to see whether it was full of cum or not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’d reach my hand up her skirt or down into her pants and into her thong, insert my fingers into her pussy to check for that just-fucked, freshly filled slipperiness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She liked the thought of coming home full of cum and having me finding out by inspecting her with my fingers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her I’d put her on the Pill so she could fuck bareback, letting her lovers spray the insides of her pussy with their cum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love the image of her returning home in the wee hours of the morning, clothes wrinkled, hair mussed, makeup and lipstick smeared, carrying her heels, pussy full of cum, her pussy swollen, raw and stretched from being fucked all night, ready to come to bed and tell me the details of her fucking.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I asked her if she wanted to fuck G. I asked her if she would suck G’s cock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said she did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I made her tell me herself, out loud:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I want to suck G’s cock”.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;“I want G to fuck me”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I continued to fuck my wife and after a while she whispered to me &lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I’d let HIM cum inside my pussy”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This excited us both and we started fucking harder.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her how I’d like to see and feel her pussy full of G’s cum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How I’d slide my hard cock into her cum filled pussy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She asked me if I’d like that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She just moaned her approval.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“I want to have both your cums inside my pussy at the same time!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; as she came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was one of the best fucks we've had in a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7831435402761642958?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7831435402761642958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7831435402761642958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7831435402761642958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7831435402761642958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/thoughts-of-fucking-friend.html' title='Thoughts of fucking a friend'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-3839436277984194378</id><published>2007-05-01T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:39:47.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pump'/><title type='text'>New Pussy Pump</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/RkPZ-Z72bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m3mQLPS38/s1600-h/P1010933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/RkPZ-Z72bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m3mQLPS38/s320/P1010933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130072231603986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday, May 1st -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bought a New Pussy Pump Today.&lt;/span&gt;  We went into the City today and bought a pussy pump.  She's been enthralled by the thought of having her pussy pumped ever since she saw some videos of some women having their pussies swelled and engorged by a vacuum pump.  A couple of weeks ago we were watching some more German videos of pussy pumping.  She got very, very wet.  She said she wanted her pussy pumped and thought it would be hot to have me pump her pussy and then go out with her pussy engorged and in a highly swollen condition.  We didn't get a chance to try it out tonight.  She seems to like the more nasty and unusual things - like the pump, like being fucked by unusual household objects - I like that she wants to be nasty like this.  I want an otherwise normal, yet sexy wife who loves getting nasty for/with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want the nipple cylinders attachments for the pump, but we'll see.  I think the nipple cylinders can also be used on her clit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-3839436277984194378?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3839436277984194378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=3839436277984194378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3839436277984194378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3839436277984194378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-pussy-pump.html' title='New Pussy Pump'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/RkPZ-Z72bxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/69m3mQLPS38/s72-c/P1010933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8172565949500743807</id><published>2007-04-14T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:39:47.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Is this what you wanted to do to me?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/RkPamJ72byI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrHxBX5yNoE/s1600-h/P1010935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/RkPamJ72byI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrHxBX5yNoE/s320/P1010935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063130755131404066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, April 15th&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More Anal Training.&lt;/span&gt;  We were in bed playing.  I had got out two of our newer toys from the nightstand to continue with her anal training.  One was a slim, narrow, blue anal plug.  The other was a translucent silicon dildo, approximately the thickness of my cock.  She was very wet, as I had been playing with and licking her, and I had intended to get the two toys wet by sliding them into her pussy before sliding them into her ass.  I slid the blue plug in first, eliciting a sexy moan from her as I slowly fucked her with it.  Next, I slid in the clear dildo into her pussy, without first removing the blue plug.  She now had her pussy stuffed with both toys.  She loved it!  It was extremely hot seeing her pussy filled this way, with her legs spread wide, her ass squirming on the bed, listening to her panting and gasping as I fucked her with both toys simultaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; She loves having her pussy stretched and  I suddenly  got the urge to  to  also stick my cock into her pussy while she had both toys in her as well.  It took a little work to slide it into her pussy, stretching it, and getting my cock to settle in snugly against both the dildo and the plug.  Once I was able to work my entire cock inside her pussy, I started to fuck her.  Her reaction and the feeling against my cock made me wild with lust - she was loving how filled she was  and I was loving the look of pleasure on her face.  She fucked me back hard as I pumped my cock into  her toy filled pussy until I finally emptied my load of cum into her pussy just after she had started to cum.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; We were laying on the bed afterwards for sometime, when she asked me if I was thinking about something in particular that I can't remember now.  I responded that what I was thinking about was what I wanted to do to her.  Soon after that, I somewhat forcefully spread her legs and worked first one finger then two into her juice covered ass.  Her sphincter was very relaxed this morning and easily accepted both fingers deep into her ass.  She drew her breath in as I stretched her and asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is this what you wanted to do to me??"&lt;/span&gt;  I told her how loose she felt and how I thought she was almost ready to take my cock into her ass.  I was going to practice fucking her ass with the clear dildo first.  Her ass took it in relatively easy and I soon had just the very end of it sticking out of her ass.  She moaned how good it felt.  I had the sudden urge to fuck her and climbed onto her, sliding my rock hard cock into her pussy.  We both came unglued - I could feel the hard dildo against my cock through the thin wall between her pussy and her ass - she was loving the feeling of having both holes filled.  It wasn't long before we both came again, with me filling her pussy with more cum and her bucking hard against me.  Accepting my cock into her ass is next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8172565949500743807?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8172565949500743807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8172565949500743807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8172565949500743807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8172565949500743807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-this-what-you-wanted-to-do-to-me.html' title='&quot;Is this what you wanted to do to me?&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/RkPamJ72byI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HrHxBX5yNoE/s72-c/P1010935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8803451455700538497</id><published>2007-04-13T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:25:14.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waxing'/><title type='text'>Her First Brazilian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, April 13th - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Brazilian.&lt;/span&gt;  The waxing lesson happened today.  An interesting experience overall.  The pain involved kinda put the cloud over it being a real sexual situation, however, it was nice seeing our friend M with her hands all over my wife's pussy.  I had emailed M about our conversation from a couple days ago, about how we'd both enjoy having her watch my wife as she gets shared and about M being the one to share my wife with one of her friends.  I had told M how my wife had cum hard to the thought of being shared by M and I while M watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waxing was more difficult than I expected.  I did a small area, but it was mostly done by M.  As I said, it was nice watching M's hands and fingers pulling, pushing, tugging on my wife's pussy, moving it as she needed to to wax it. I had M leave just a small patch of hair above her pussy - otherwise she was completely bared.   I emailed a thank you note to M later that day.  She replied back:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I bet you were going crazy watching my fingers touch her pretty pussy"&lt;/span&gt;   Unfortunately, she also said she had no past friends or lovers that she could share my wife with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the first waxing is most difficult.  The subsequent 'maintenance' waxings should be much easier and I should be able to handle since there'll be much less hair.  I'm letting my hair grow and will have my wife give a try at waxing my cock and balls, which will save me alot of time shaving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8803451455700538497?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8803451455700538497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8803451455700538497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8803451455700538497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8803451455700538497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/her-first-brazilian.html' title='Her First Brazilian'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1646293320888044851</id><published>2007-04-11T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:26:13.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want her to watch me..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 April, Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;-  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More Thoughts of M&lt;/span&gt;. I was playing with her pussy as we lay in bed.  In three days she was going to get her pussy waxed for the first time.  Our friend M had offered to show us, together, how to wax her pussy ourselves.  M had told us that her husband waxes her pussy.  We finally got together on a date for her to show me how to wax my wife.  I'm presuming this will be a real-time lesson, with my wife spreading herself in front of M &amp;amp; me, with M showing me exactly how to do it, by example.  I have no real idea what happens during a waxing, but his should mean that M will be touching my wife's pussy, manipulating her lips, folds, clit, etc... as she shows me what to do.  Since M offered to show us a few months back, I've often mentioned to my wife how hot it is going to be to see M touching her pussy.  She has countered that it should be a non-sexual event and that she does not want me alienating or offending M by turning it into something sexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, though, that my wife gets very turned on whenever I bring up M as we're playing or fucking - tonight was no exception.  I shared with her some of the intimate experiences that M had shared with me last week about her having been with others in threesomes - MMF, FFM.  Our conversation progressed as I told her how hot it was going to be to see her naked and spread in front of M.  I mentioned how I thought that M would be turned on by the experience as well.   My wife is not so sure about that.   I think, however, that M has more than a just a casual interest in our sex life and my wife's hotwife journey.  I think that it does arouse her more than just a little - she talks with both my wife and me about our sex life whenever we see her and she recently gave us a newspaper with an ad in it from a couple looking for another couple.  I had shared with M last week how my wife had envisioned being shared - shared with friends or coworkers of mine, how I would send them one at a time up to the bedroom to fuck her, or send someone to visit my wife alone at home to fuck her while I was away at work.  How my wife wanted me to share her intimate photos with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I rubbed my wife's clit, I described how I'd play with her pussy as M watched us.  How she'd reach between her legs and start rubbing her clit as she watched me sucking my wife's newly waxed pussy.  My wife was aroused by the thought.  She asked if I really thought M would enjoy watching us.  I teased her some and told her that M has nice small hands - hands that would fit nicely inside my wife's pussy, fisting her.    I said that I thought M would enjoy watching my wife being shared with another woman or man.  My wife liked this idea and replied that maybe M could be there to support her as she was being shared for the first time - holding her hand.  I described how my wife would lay back into both M &amp;amp; my laps with her legs spread wide being licked and sucked by a pretty woman.   I described how M would watch as she was mounted by a hung lover, how she'd finger her pussy while watching my wife getting deeply fucked and filled.  My wife said I could ask M if she would be interested in being there with her.  I will ask M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife was getting very wet imagining M watching her being fucked and sucked.  I wondered aloud about whether M had any attractive women friends who liked to suck pussy - or whether she had any well-hung male friends that she could call to fuck my wife.  She said she wanted M to watch as she got pleasured.  She got the most aroused when I asked her if she'd enjoy being shared not by me, but by her girlfriend - being loaned out to , being given to a big-cocked friend of Ms as M watched.  As I described her being shared by M, she suddenly moaned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I'm cummmming!"&lt;/span&gt;  We fucked again later that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1646293320888044851?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1646293320888044851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1646293320888044851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1646293320888044851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1646293320888044851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-want-her-to-watch-me.html' title='&quot;I want her to watch me...&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5993689708456027331</id><published>2007-02-15T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:26:40.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>87 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 February, Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A Silent Drive into Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It appears to have taken only 87 days for things to revert back to how they were with my wife and I.  It was November 18 last year when we sat down and had our conversation about our marriage and more specifically about our sex life.  It was that day that we came to agreement, specifically about including others in our bed.  The sex we had together for the next 60 days was good - in fact, it was incredible.  I watched my wife turn into an unbelievably sexy and lusty woman, we were having sex a couple times a day, oftentimes with her cumming more than once (unusual for her).  She would IM me sexy messages, telling me how horny she was, often masturbating for me as she texted me.  She would explore explicit websites alone or with me or look at erotic photos or videos we have on the computer.  Our conversations would be sexual - she would talk with me about her being shared, she would ask me how I wanted her to be used and given to others.  She would make a daily effort to dress sexily and feminine - she looked hot each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that seems to have survived is how she dresses.  She still makes an effort to wear sexy clothes and look good, although not as much or as often.  We've stalled out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next datenight is two Saturday's from now.  I gave her the responsibility to go online and purchase the tickets to a Pleasurezone party.  We'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5993689708456027331?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5993689708456027331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5993689708456027331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5993689708456027331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5993689708456027331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/02/87-days.html' title='87 Days'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-6224164271538232841</id><published>2007-01-21T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T23:57:37.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 January, Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pink Balls.&lt;/span&gt;  Gave my wife some two-fingered anal training this morning. She asked me to pick something out for her to wear inside her pussy today during an outdoor function we would be attending.  She said she was going to tell her friend M that she went out with her pussy filled.  She was going to tell M how she liked that I would know her pussy was filled as she spoke to and flirted with other men.  I told her that the next time she and M went out, for my wife to tell M that she was going to wear a dildo inside her and to invite M to do the same.  I want my wife to tell M that it was me who suggested they both go out with their pussies filled.  I like the idea of M taking some sexual direction from me, alongside my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife wanted to know who I wanted her to talk or flirt with today while she was filled.  I gave her the names of a few men who I felt were attracted to her.  I chose a pair of small pink rubber weighted balls which she inserted into her pussy and wore all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, though, she said they really didn't do anything for her - that she really couldn't feel them or the weights rolling around inside the balls.  They went into the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did tell me today that she wanted me to find a couple to give her a sensual four-handed massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-6224164271538232841?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6224164271538232841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=6224164271538232841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6224164271538232841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6224164271538232841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/pink-balls.html' title='The Pink Balls'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-3058746153250094579</id><published>2007-01-19T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T02:37:30.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faltering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 January, Friday&lt;/span&gt; -  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Crack In the Ice&lt;/span&gt;.  We had a discussion, a tiff over her defiant attitude today and her ignoring me on a sexual matter.  We talked about the need for her sexual obedience, her giving up control and trusting me - about her submission.  We disagreed about whether or not she was following my instructions - she feels that she has been doing so, while I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about taking the next real steps towards her TRULY becoming a shared wife, towards being owned, completely submitting herself to me with regards to who, when and where she fucks - about her being loaned and shared with other men, women or couples as I desire.  I've assured her that I am not attempting to turn her into a whore, but this IS about her becoming a HOTWIFE.  She is not ready for this...YET....despite her agreeing to submit to being owned by me at the end of December.  It is a very big step, for sure,  but she will need to trust in me and know that I will take care of her.  It is important for us to be taking consistent, progressive steps towards her submission and being shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotic massage by a woman or couple seems to be the easiest and most comfortable first step.  She enjoyed the massage I gave her on her last birthday - the pretty, petite woman gave her almost two hours of massage before bringing her to orgasm.   She likes the idea of a four-handed massage given by an attractive couple; of having her body worked over by two sets of hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-3058746153250094579?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3058746153250094579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=3058746153250094579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3058746153250094579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3058746153250094579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/faltering.html' title='Faltering'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1464647811813791577</id><published>2007-01-18T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:28:46.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lunchtime Speedfuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18 January, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speedfuck&lt;/span&gt; - I love it when my wife pulls the area above her pussy up tight for me when I'm licking her pussy, exposing and stretching her clit and swollen lips.  It makes it look so inviting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My wife came home today at lunchtime for a 'speedfuck'.  As I fucked her, I mentioned that an email that came in from one of the male board members, one that she has told me she finds sexually attractive.  She had asked him about whether he'd be interested in pairing with her on a project. He had replied affirmatively.  She appeared very excited when I told her this, especially when I asked her if she wanted him, 'B', to fuck her.  She moaned a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yes"&lt;/span&gt; and started to fuck back enthusiastically.  I wanted her to flirt with him, wanted her to seduce him and to allow herself to be seduced by him, to show herself off to him.  She was to let him know, subtly or not so subtly  that she was a shared wife - that her husband controlled who she fucked and when.  I described how it would be when she finally pulled down his shorts for the first time exposing his thickening cock.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fuck me!"&lt;/span&gt; she said as she looked me in the eyes...she came less than a minute later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wanted her to go back to work and whisper into a coworkers ear how she had just been fucked by her husband, how she had just had her pussy filled with cum, and how she had just had her pussy licked and sucked.  I think she liked this naughty thought, but unfortunately there's no one at work she can do this with...yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1464647811813791577?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1464647811813791577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1464647811813791577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1464647811813791577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1464647811813791577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/lunchtime-speedfuck.html' title='A Lunchtime Speedfuck'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7022965379388577901</id><published>2007-01-15T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:34:13.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Looking at eggplants.  Any thoughts?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbfDtvMzuI/AAAAAAAAADU/pJoXQu53Bxo/s1600-h/P7251137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbfDtvMzuI/AAAAAAAAADU/pJoXQu53Bxo/s320/P7251137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275649268421283554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15 January, Monday.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st day off her period&lt;/span&gt; - She was pulling, stretching, squeezing, and handling my balls, since I'd told her how much  I enjoyed it.  As she held my balls, she said she wanted me to think of all the other objects that she could put inside her pussy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We had been talking about vegetables - cucumbers, eggplants and other cock shaped edibles that she could stuff into her pussy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, she had IM'd me from the grocery store &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Looking at eggplants.  Any thoughts?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned a shampoo bottle I had seen in the shower.  It was thick and tall.  I asked her what objects she had thought of.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"The large black flashlight"&lt;/span&gt; she replied.  I'd keep my eyes open for objects for her to stuff inside her pussy.  She had seen a video of a woman fucking herself with a banana and suggested that.  A small baseball bat. Corn. A bottle.  She wanted to have a night where she would put all these objects into her pussy.  I'd take photos of her filled pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to reenact the day after Christmas, when she was home alone watching videos and fucking herself with a dildo.  I wanted to see her impale herself on it as it sat on the chair, her lifting herself up and down onto it.  I wanted to see her fucking herself with it as she stood, masturbating her clit with her other hand, just as she had described to me via IM that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instructed her to make sure she does her kegel excercises.  I told her that I wanted to know whenever she thought of other objects that she wanted inside her pussy.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Continuing on, from now on she was to tell me or IM me (if we were apart) whenever: she was feeling horny/sexual, she touched herself (I actually want her to ask permission to touch her pussy), someone flirted with her, she flirted with someone, someone told her how good or sexy she looked, she found someone sexually attractive, she looked at sexy videos or pictures on the computer, and whenever she had a sexual thought period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She immediately volunteered that she had looked at videos and pictures last night while I was at work.  She had watched one of a girl stuffing herself with various objects in front of a large group of mostly men (perhaps this is where she got the idea for our topic of conversation).  She liked watching the women on the videos imagining that it could be her doing those things.  I told her that she'd soon be doing all those things, that she was on her way, being transformed into a sexy hotwife.  She had watched all the fisting videos - her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife asked me to pick out something for her to fill her pussy with - she'd keep it inside her today  while we were out.  A hot thought.  I love the thought of introducing her to someone, or her just standing next to someone talking to him/her knowing her pussy is filled.  She delivered the killer blow when she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Maybe at the next board meeting [she'd attend with her pussy filled]" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I could only moan deeply.  She is easily the most attractive woman on the board and I love the idea of the men on the the board lusting after my wife.  She got so turned on as I described to her how I wanted to share her with all the men on the board - in a gangbang.  She said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I wish they all wanted me" &lt;/span&gt; I assured her that they did.  I'd send her to stand in the center of the room as they walked up to her and undressed her, feeling her up the entire time.  They would lay my wife on the table having their way with her as I watched approvingly.  She came, eyes closed, thinking of being wanted in this way by them.  I'll start thinking of what she'll put into her pussy for the next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-7022965379388577901?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7022965379388577901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=7022965379388577901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7022965379388577901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/7022965379388577901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/looking-at-eggplants-any-thoughts.html' title='&quot;Looking at eggplants.  Any thoughts?&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbfDtvMzuI/AAAAAAAAADU/pJoXQu53Bxo/s72-c/P7251137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8648109148499314671</id><published>2007-01-07T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T14:38:55.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rough Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 January, Sunday&lt;/span&gt; 0530am - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A rough night for me&lt;/span&gt;.  As I told my wife a week ago on datenight, I often think about her unfaithfulness, about her having been with other men sexually since we've been together.  Although two of them were when we were just dating, I still think of them as well.  I suppose what (still) hurts me most is the accompanying emotional connection that she had with them (at least the 2 that she was with while we were married), the fact that she sought emotional as well as sexual solace/connection with them.  I had been thinking about it all night long at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't purposely attempt to dwell on it, but from time to time the thoughts creep in and are difficult to shake.  Past images of my wife - her soon-to-be lover leaning forward to kiss her at the bar, the beginning of her affair; of her making plans with her lover for him to come home with her or for her to go to his house to fuck after work; my wife climbing into the back seat of the car with her ex-boyfriend and crawling on top of him as she grinds her pussy against his leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the premeditation, the sneaking, the planning of her trysts, the deception - looking me in the eye as if nothing was wrong, the possibility of me having talked to her on the phone just as she was leaving work to get fucked and her knowing this the entire time as she spoke to me, or being greeted by her as I came home from work as if nothing were amiss despite her lover having cum inside or on her pussy not much more than an hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two men happened when we were just dating, but we were dating.  One was someone who was in a karate class she was taking at the time.  She didn't know him that well, by her own admission, but the image of her following him into his house knowing she was going to be fucked still bothers me.  I actually remember the time around when this happened - we were dating and I guess things were not going well with us, because we made a specific date to go out to dinner to talk about things.  After we ordered, she proceeded to tell me that she was falling in love with this 'karate guy'.   I will never forget the feeling I felt when I heard those words.  I was devastated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She told me it was because he paid attention to her.  I was obviously upset and wanted to leave immediately.  Our food arrived and I paid the bill, we got up and walked out leaving the food untouched.  I don't remember exactly what happened afterwards, but obviously we worked things out.  It is only now, many years later,  that I realize that she had most likely already fucked him by the time of that conversation.  Ow.  She told me that it was only once, but it still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for her only black lover, whom she also slept with as we were dating.  A friend of hers from high school , I can visualize her showing up at his house with the expectation and knowledge that he would soon be mounting her and shoving his black cock inside her pussy.  She says she went over to fuck him a 'few times'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't know what a 'few times' means really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She  and I have talked about this a few times since she disclosed all this to me in November.  Each time she has told me they were all a long time ago and that I should forget about them - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but I can't &lt;/span&gt;- for me these indiscretions are only little over a month old and still very fresh in my mind.  She reassures me that she chose me in the end (and presumably I should be happy), but I sometimes still hurt from what she's done.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hurt AND oddly aroused by it - imagining her being fucked and pleasured by another man while we were together and without my knowledge - taboo and out of character for her (or so I thought).&lt;/span&gt;  I am most turned on by this thought: that something I had considered to be so 'unlike her' - cheating on her husband - she has done...to me.  Three of these men were on 'my watch' - not a happy thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same thing that fascinates me about people in general - their outward persona and appearance versus their hidden personality, their sexual dark side.  It seems that we never really know people, not even our spouses...not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8648109148499314671?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8648109148499314671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8648109148499314671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8648109148499314671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8648109148499314671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/rough-night.html' title='A Rough Night'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-3038417538494005546</id><published>2007-01-06T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:32:21.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bareback'/><title type='text'>"Do you want me to have a lover?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th January, Saturday &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It feels like so long since you've played with my pussy"&lt;/span&gt;.  9:00am  I hadn't had her since late Thursday night.  Not that long really, but with all the fucking and playing we've been doing lately, it did seem like the distant past to me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did something different to my cock this morning as we played with each other under the sheets.  It felt so good, but I didn't know exactly what she was doing to me.  She had never done this before.  I imagined that she had learned some new technique from a lover of hers.  That it was some trick he had taught my wife that she had brought home to our bed.  Of course, she did not have a lover in reality, but asked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you want me to have a lover?"&lt;/span&gt;.  We had talked and fantasied a number of times before.  I did want it.  The thought of her bringing another man into our bed while I was away turns me on immensely.  She'd done it before - when she had her affair - her coworker/lover fucking her in our bed while I was working late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to have a lover that I sent to her.  A lover that I had arranged to fuck and use my wife.  He would be known to both of us and I would control both her and her lover.    I would just tell her to expect someone and she would be home waiting in anticipation for the doorbell to ring.  She wanted to be naked when she answered the door for her lover.  I wanted her in heels only.    I described another scenario wherein I would leave the front door unlocked and her in bed.  I would telephone a lover, tell him I wanted my wife fucked, give him our address and tell him the front door would be unlocked.  I would then call my wife and inform her of my arrangement - she would wait in bed, ready to fuck and suck when he arrived.  He would enter our home to find my wife naked, wet and spread for him in our bed.  She could telephone me as she was with her lover, describing how he was using her, what he was doing to her pussy real time or she could describe how she was fucked after I arrived home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her naked in heels and on her knees sucking her lovers cock.soon after he walked in.  I visualized his overflowing load of cum dribbling from my wife's mouth.  I wanted her lover to fill her pussy with his cum as well.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My lover will cum two times in me then?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she asked rhetorically.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you want me to leave his cum in my pussy until you get home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do you want to fuck my pussy with his cum inside me?"&lt;/span&gt;  Very hot thoughts both of them.  I do like the idea of her leaving her lover's cum inside her and her showing me how much he filled her with.  Very naughty. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love the image of my wife being fucked bareback and letting another man cum deep inside her ripe, unprotected pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to know how many lovers I wanted her to have.  I told her I wanted many for her - I wanted her to have a variety of lovers.  A stable of hung studs that I could send home to fuck her whenever I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as her allowing my wife to take a lover(s) without my knowledge or consent turns me on - very naughty and taboo, like her affair was - I am not sure how or if I could deal with it, since in my mind having a lover or an affair, implies a relationship of some sort, likely emotional, over an extended period of time on an ongoing basis.  Of course, that is what give it the edginess, the out- of-control excitement - that familiarity with another man, the risk of a relationship developing, the sneaking around, the wife-as-cheater aspect all add to the taboo-ness of it.   Arranging lovers for her, controlling the encounters, and dictating the terms is best for us now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this year she'll stop working and starts staying at home during the day, maybe then I'll allow her and arrange for a lover to keep her pussy busy while I am gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-3038417538494005546?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3038417538494005546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=3038417538494005546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3038417538494005546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3038417538494005546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-you-want-me-to-have-lover.html' title='&quot;Do you want me to have a lover?&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-6673738514271096109</id><published>2007-01-04T03:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:34:43.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chastity belt'/><title type='text'>Lycanthropy, Lunchtime &amp; Lockup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd January, Wednesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very odd feeling.  9pm.&lt;/span&gt;  Sitting with her, lightly playing with her, but she clearly not in the mood.  I started feeling very oddly sexual.  Difficult to describe what I was feeling, but I was feeling overly dominant, wanting to get extremely nasty.  I felt an urgent need to use my wife as a fuck toy, as my personal slut - not lovingly, but roughly and dominantly.  I desired her complete submissiveness.  I looked her  intensely in the eye and told her I wanted to see her fucked and used good by another man.  I couldn't explain to her why I was suddenly feeling this way and I think she became alarmed or at least concerned.  I didn't get rough with her, but kissed her aggressively.  She masturbated me as I straddled her and she even offered herself to me to fuck.  I declined, not wanting to say or do something too rough, dominating or humiliating to her, despite my intense desire to USE her tonight.  I left to go to work instead.  It'd be safer and wiser.  I felt like an animal.  Like I was in a sexual frenzy.  It felt as if I was turning into a werewolf and my desire to leave the house before something bad happened was like the werewolf characters we've seen in movies, who warned friends to lock them in a cage or basement, chain him up or just leave so he would not hurt them when he turned into a werewolf.  Weird I know. Can't explain it.  Have never felt this way to this degree.  I did go workout a few hours earlier - too much testosterone maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th January, Thursday &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Quickie&lt;/span&gt;.  She came home for lunch.  I had just awoken when she arrived.  She knelt next to the bed, threw back the covers and proceeded to take my hardening cock into her mouth.  My wife looked very sexy on her knees, still dressed, bent at the waist, ass stuck out, lips stretched over and servicing my cock.  I wanted to suck her pussy.  She removed her pants an straddled my face.  I reached up and spread her ass cheeks as she pushed her pussy onto my tongue.  I could feel her mouth bobbing up and down the full length of my cock. - it felt so good.  It was lunchtime though, and she only had 30 minutes to play.  She flipped around and straddled my cock.  She was wearing a low cut black sweater and she reached in with 1 hand to arrange her breasts to display more cleavage, which she knows I love seeing.  She looked incredibly hot , riding me with her breasts so exposed.  I told her how I was going to send her back to work with a pussy full of cum; how her coworkers would have no idea that just minutes earlier she was filled with cock and now she was working side by side with them, her pussy dripping cum.  She was highly aroused by this thought and fucked me harder as I told how naughty it felt to know SHE was home sucking cock &amp;amp; being fucked while her coworkers (all women) were sitting innocently in the lunchroom unaware of her activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold out long.  Seeing the lusty look on her face and hearing her moan as I held and spread her ass cheeks, sent me over the edge.  She hadn't cum and as she climbed off me, she looked down at my still semi erect cock flopped on my stomach completely covered with her juices and my fresh cum.  She just let out a loud moan &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ohhhhhhhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as she stared at my cum covered cock.  She threw herself onto her back next to me, spread herself, while her hand immediately went to work on her cum filled pussy. She came less than one minute later and bolted out the front door soon thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00pm - I'd been playing with her pussy as we talked about me putting her into a chastity belt.  She had pulled her pussy taut, forcing her clit into the open.  I rubbed it lightly.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do you want me to wear a chastity belt?"&lt;/span&gt;  She had expressed how she liked the idea of wearing one just a few days earlier, so I wasn't sure why she was asking.  Was she wanting me to truly detail the reasons pragmatically, or did she just want me to express it to her as a dom to a submissive, exerting my control over her as I did.  I wanted her locked up to keep her from pleasuring herself with my permission as well as to keep anyone from fucking her or playing with her pussy.  As I slid my cock into her pussy, I told her how I was going to lock her up before I'd leave for work.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Are you going to lock up my pussy everyday before you go to work?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;she asked.  I wanted her pussy locked up at work  I wanted her pussy locked up when she went out with her girlfriends.  I would openly display or carry the key and whenever asked what it unlocked, would tell them the key was for my wife's locked up pussy - for her chastity belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Would you want me to wear it to a board meeting?" &lt;/span&gt;I could only moan deeply.  This was the ultimate turn on for me and she knew she had hit the hot button with me.  My cock hardened.  Just a day ago we fucked passionately as I told her how several male board members had been looking her over and oogling her during a board meeting.  Now she was suggesting her pussy be locked up as we attended a board meeting.  I'd set the key to her belt on the table in front of us with only she and I  knowing what it would unlock.  I began cumming when she asked me if I wanted her to show the men her chastity belt, her locked up pussy.  She came shortly thereafter, once again at her own hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-6673738514271096109?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6673738514271096109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=6673738514271096109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6673738514271096109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6673738514271096109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/lycanthropy-lunchtime-lockup.html' title='Lycanthropy, Lunchtime &amp; Lockup'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-904688547124436127</id><published>2007-01-02T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T17:40:52.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orgasm denial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anal training'/><title type='text'>Hair, Nails &amp; Board Members</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 January, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair &amp;amp; Nail Day.&lt;/span&gt;  0800am Played this morning with her ass, not inside but all around the crinkled ridges of her asshole and that area between her pussy and her asshole.  I was fingering her at the same time.  She had a hair appointment with her girlfriend M today.  I instructed her to a) share 1 intimate thing with her;  b) use one of the phrases &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My husband likes me to______"&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My husband makes me_________"&lt;/span&gt; with M today; c) dress sexily; d) go work out; e) write a journal entry.  I denied her orgasm.  She kept desperately placing my hand on her pussy and forcing it down and moving it onto her clit.  I had worked her up and she wanted her finish.  I stopped and started repeatedly, she was on her back, moving her spread legs up and down as if she were riding a bronc and spurring its shoulders.  When I continued to deny her my hand, she attempted to adjust the sheet so it would touch and rub against her clit, as she had done a few days earlier.  She'd be allowed to cum after she completed her instructions for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a text message as I was waiting my turn to get my haircut with M.  My wife had spoken to M earlier about having her pussy area waxed.  I had told my wife that I could do it for her and since M's husband does it for her, M said she would show us how to do it properly.  Her message said for me to work out a date &amp;amp; time for her to show us.  I talked to M, who asked if we wanted to go to her place or ours, but apparently there needs to be 10 days worth of growth to do it right and she shaved 4 days ago, so we're a week out.  This sounds very erotic, my wife spread wide for me and her sexy friend who's never seen her pussy and me working between her thighs as M gives instructions.  Erotic, I guess, until I have to rip.  The 1st time would be the worst as far as pain went.  M suggested that it be tried on me so I would empathize.  I told her that I had nothing to wax, that my pubic area is shaved.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I liked telling this to her.&lt;/span&gt;  While talking about pain, I told M that my wife was pierced.  She seemed a little surprised that my conservative wife would have done it, but also seemed to think it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife had also messaged me that they had talked about vibrators, porn, and Good Vibrations store.  M mentioned this to me also, mentioning that she &amp;amp; my wife were talking about going to vibrator stores or porn palaces and how my wife was embarrassed about going into them.  M said she was the touchy-feely kind of shopper when it came to vibrators and needed to handle them etc...It certainly sounded like she was volunteering to go with my wife to a store when she suggested that she might like going with another woman.  Apparently, they had been talking about looking for or wearing a remote control vibrator.  I told her that we had one, but she wanted one that was truly remote - wireless.  M told me how nice it would be wearing &amp;amp; using one at work.  I was just about to tell M about how my wife had a small dildo stuffed inside her pussy the last time they were out together having dinner &amp;amp; drinks, when the subject abruptly changed.  My wife would tell me later tonight that she had wanted to tell her the same thing, but the subject changed on her too.  She said I could be the one to tell her.  M mentioned she  &amp;amp; her husband had had a good sex night last night and that they had gone to rent a porn movie that ended up terrible.  I told her we had some that she was welcome to borrow anytime.  I think my wife offered to burn some XXX movies from the computer for her as well.  I was erotic to have M sharing something intimate with us/me - nice to have it go both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After returning from a board meeting for a non-profit that we are board members for, we started playing again and talking about the days events.  I mentioned to her how men on the board were looking her up and down as she got up and walked to the door at one point in the evening.  She denied it saying she didn't see anyone looking at her.  She denies this every time I tell her this, but she isn't the one looking for other's reactions to her - I am.  I get off on knowing that other men, women or couples are oogling my wife, lusting after her, or mentally undressing her.  I also mentioned to her how I had enjoyed the intimate sharing with M and hearing about her movie/fuck night.   I told her I wanted her to share how much her pussy has been played with lately and about the day that I played with her for hours and hours without letting her cum - the day she agreed to be owned and submissive.  I asked her which of her girlfriends she thought  would enjoy or be turned on most knowing that she was owned - M or B - and she told me B.  Then she mentioned that B had called today wanting to know how our datenight in SF went last Thursday.  B wanted to go out again with my wife which is OK with me.  My wife confirmed that M did want to go out with her to look at vibrators, perhaps the wireless remote wearable type, maybe on their next girls night out.  She said she preferred Good Vibrations to any porn store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke me at 0600am the 3rd when she rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs, face down, ass up - her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'come-play-with-me'&lt;/span&gt; position.  I licked her and fucked her from behind.  I then got out the KY and told her I wanted to get more fingers into her pussy.  I eventually worked my thumb into her ass as I slid 3 fingers in &amp;amp; out of her pussy.  It was another 'anal training' day and I now worked a finger and thumb into her ass.  She asked me if I had been awake, because I was so ready when she went face down.  I told her that I had, that I kept waking up because I had been thinking of all the board members in the room last night who were oogling her body as she walked.  I also told her how the men sitting outside the Starbucks stopped and turned to watch her as she crossed the street as I waited for her on the other side, earlier during the day.  I enjoy watching her from a distance, watching her sexy walk, watching others reactions to her sexy body, and watching her sexy eyes and smile light up as she talks to people.  She loves knowing and hearing from me that other men lust after her body.  She moaned as I told her what I had witnessed.  I told her the board member seated next to me, a man whom she finds attractive, was taking in her uncovered legs, ankles, heels.  She had been wearing 3/4 length blue jeans, with very attractive heels, her anklets hung sexily on her tanned and well turned ankle as she sat with her legs crossed.  I told her of another member sitting across from us whom I caught admiring her exposed legs.  She said she also caught him staring at her.  I fucked her ass with my thumb and forefinger as I rubbed her clit with my other hand underneath her.  She humped back, moving her ass up and down forcing my fingers in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation again drifted to her girlfriends.  I told her how much I enjoyed that our friend M talked so intimately to both of us.  It feels like a sexy intimate triangle to me.  As close, perhaps, to actually being physically intimate with her girlfriend as I'll get.  She asked me if I thought M enjoyed the intimate sharing as well  or if I thought it turned her on to hear about us.  I think she does like knowing us in this way.  I could feel her sphincter relaxing.  Her asshole was an open hole now with two fingers inside it, it wasn't just clinging tightly to my fingers as usual.  We were making progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that I thought B would be turned on if she told he she was being anally trained.  She thought I said M and thought M was more dominant.  M probably does have more sexual experience than B.  My wife said she could see M being the one wearing the strap on and B being the one being fucked by her.  I agreed.  It would be hot to watch M fucking B strapped as I filled my wife's ass on the same bed.  We both moaned at that visual.  She said M would want the type of dildo/strapon that would insert into her pussy simultaneously, doubleheaded so she would get fucked herself as she was fucking B.  I asked if M had one of those type dildos.  They had only talked about vibrators, not dildos...YET, my wife said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little more KY, I inserted a 3rd finger into her ass.  Unprecedented.  She'd never had 3 fingers stretching her ass.  I don't even think she'd ever had 2 inside her ass until her anal training just two days ago.  She groaned and said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"You've had your fingers in my ass for four straight days now".&lt;/span&gt;  She was up to 3 fingers.  She would take my cock soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted fingers in her pussy as well.  I obliged her - 3 in her ass, 2 in her pussy and the heel of my palm pressed against her clit.  I whispered &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If only they (the board members who'd been looking her over last night) could see you now, face down with fingers filling your ass and pussy"&lt;/span&gt;.  The bucking and humping started.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If only they knew how nasty my sexy wife was being just hours after they had seen her"&lt;/span&gt;  I whispered their names as I told her how they would watch my naked wife's anal training.  She came hard as I dug my fingers deep into both her holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-904688547124436127?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/904688547124436127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=904688547124436127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/904688547124436127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/904688547124436127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/hair-nails-board-members.html' title='Hair, Nails &amp; Board Members'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5801115212293798963</id><published>2007-01-02T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:57:33.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec 30th through New Years - Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 30, Saturday - 03:30am  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have to tell you something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- She said to me as we were playing.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"B told me again what nice legs I have"&lt;/span&gt; (B had told her this on an earlier occasion which surprised my wife then as well).  "She also told me I had nice breasts, perfect size"  She had gone out with B on Tuesday and we had talked that same night.  She had not mentioned this to me.  She had also told B that I found her really attractive, that I thought she was HOT, as my wife put it.  I had told my wife a week ago that I wanted her to tell B that I thought she was sexually attractive - that I wanted her to know how I felt about her.  She did well.  I don't know why she waited to tell me though.   She told me what B had said as I had my thumb inside her pussy and a finger stuffed inside her ass, working both in and out.  We continued talking about her sexy friend.  She had recommended to B to toss all her frumpy clothes and start wearing clothes that accentuate her body and specifically her breasts.  My wife had gotten these two ideas from a book I had given her a couple of months ago called......................I had given it to her so she could effect some of the suggestions in the book to enhance and bring out her sexuality/sensuality.  I told her to give B the book to read in order for her to start feeling sexy again.  I told my wife to help B, to follow up with her.  I also told my wife that the next time B complimented her breasts, legs or any other part of her body, for my wife to respond positively in a way that draws out more from B, to get her to elaborate or share more intimately with my wife.  I will instruct my wife to tell B that I have talked with her about fucking her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Years Eve Morning 03:30am.&lt;/span&gt;  She had not been allowed to cum all day long on Saturday and she awoke when I arrived.  She immediately spread her legs for me as I got into bed.  I told her how pleased I was with her first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hotwife Journey&lt;/span&gt; entry as I touched her pussy.  I had read it while at work more than once, getting aroused each time.  She was so hot and desperate to cum that when I mounted her, she fucked me back crazed with lust.  I'd not seen her so desperately wanting to fuck.  She fucked back wildly, thrusting up against my cock, grinding against me, spreading her thighs and ass cheeks with both hands, pulling them back and allowing me to go DEEP into her soaked pussy.  Ragged breathing, gasping, and hoarse panting came from her open mouth with every deep thrust.  Coupled with the sounds of slapping flesh, her cries drove me to fuck her as hard and as deep as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we fucked, we talked about her girlfriend B.  I wanted my wife to shepherd her sexually.  I wanted her to go out with B, but for my wife to call her ahead of time to tell B that she planned on dressing sexily, and for her to tell B to do the same - revealing blouse, no bra, short skirt, etc... I wanted both sexy women to be out flaunting themselves in public.  I wanted them to both flirt, to strut confidently into a bar together in their revealing clothing and heels, turning heads as the did.  Since I started talking with my wife intimately about B, I have found myself wanting to influence her girlfriends sensuality as I do with my wife.  The idea of exerting even a small amount of control or domination over B was arousing to me.  The fact that it would be done by proxy, through my sexy wife, made the idea all the more exciting.  I wanted my wife to help her with her wardrobe, shop with B, helping her find sexy new clothes to wear.  I told my wife to tell B that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'I'&lt;/span&gt;  wanted to see her wearing particular types or styles of clothes - low cut blouses or short skirts or for her to go braless.  I wanted B to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to dress for ME, someone other than her husband, because she wanted to please me, and to submit to my desires regarding her clothing selections.  My sexy wife would facilitate, telling her&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "My husband wants to see you wearing (or not wearing any)  ________" &lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My husband thinks you'd look good in ________"&lt;/span&gt;  My wife expressed a fear of losing B as a friend.  I told her to continue to sexually share herself/us with B and to slowly make the suggestive remarks to her and communicate my desires regarding her apparel options known to her - slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told my wife I was going to share her with attractive men when I went out for drinks at bars and struck up conversations with them.  I'd steer the conversation towards her, then as the conversation got more intimate, I'd mention that I had photographs of her if he wanted to view them.  After sharing her, I'd give him my wife's email address so he could tell her all about how she was shared by her husband and so he would email her and tell her what he thought of her photos and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We awoke a few hours later to play again.  After working her up, I started playing with her ass, informing her that I would be starting her on&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'anal training'&lt;/span&gt;.  I slid a finger up her ass as I explained that on a regular basis her ass was going to be used, worked, filled, and played with to prepare her to be able to handle my cock in her ass.  She would be instructed on how to relax her extremely strong sphincter muscle to accommodate my finger(s), plugs, dildos and then ultimately my hard cock.  She moaned at the idea of being anally trained.  She was so worked up.  I told her &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" You're allowed to play with yourself for 15 seconds" &lt;/span&gt; She immediately brought her hand to her pussy and rubbed it roughly moaning as she did.  In 15 seconds I would deny her the pleasure of her own fingers.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She came 9 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1, Monday&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; New Years Morning 03:30am&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I couldn't find a large cucumber tonight"&lt;/span&gt;.   I had instructed her a few weeks ago to find a very thick cucumber that I would use on her pussy. She had been shopping earlier in the evening for a small New Years gathering we were having.  I started to touch her pussy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"It's amazing.  I can't believe how much my pussy has been used lately"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It was true, her pussy had never been fucked, licked, slapped, sucked, spanked as much as it had in the last month and certainly never as much as in the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fucked and sucked and she was allowed to play with her clit.  She masturbated urgently and vigorously, almost abusing her clit.  She seemed to be in a hurry to cum, perhaps afraid that I would tell her to stop before she could cum.  We continued to suck &amp;amp; fuck and she brought herself off with fingers from both my hands inside her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5801115212293798963?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5801115212293798963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5801115212293798963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5801115212293798963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5801115212293798963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/early-new-years-morning.html' title='Dec 30th through New Years - Recap'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-1987261558469273949</id><published>2006-12-30T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T08:49:44.757-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little wife letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domination'/><title type='text'>Her "Little Wife" Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 December, Saturday -&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Little Wife"&lt;/span&gt; letter to me&lt;/span&gt;.  I left my wife in a state of arousal this afternoon.  I denied her an orgasm for hours and hours playing with her pussy from the early morning hours until about 4pm and because I needed to leave for work, I had instructed her to write a letter to me about everything that had transpired in the past 24-hours and her feelings.  I wanted her to start a journal of her sexual experiences from now on.  I had instructed her that she was not to cum while I was away, that she was not to touch her pussy or masturbate unless I allowed it.  I told her that if I was satisfied with her letter to me, that I might let her bring herself off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or two I received a text message from my wife asking me to check my email.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I hope you are pleased"&lt;/span&gt;  Here is what she wrote to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Throbbing and pulsing, that's how he left me.  He played with me for hours then told me to go take a shower. He told me I couldn't cum.  He told me I was his to do what he wanted with.  He spanked me, he put 2 fingers in my ass and fingered and manhandled my pussy over and over.  He made me crazy wanting to cum, then refused my need.  I loved every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want to dominate you." "I own you, this pussy is mine."  "You will do what I say, when I say."  "I will own you sexually, your sexuality will come from me, your pleasure will come from me."  "You will be a shared wife."  "I will share you."  "Remember that I love you, that you trust me, I will not humiliate you, and that I will take care of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these things he said to me and yet he would not let me cum.  He waited for my agreement.  He wanted me to consent to be owned by him sexually.  Although, I gave my consent, he still would not let me cum.  I took the shower; I ate my breakfast and lay back down.  As he started to fondle me again and repeat that he owned me, he still would not bring me to orgasm.  He left for work and left me pulsing and swollen saying after he reads what I write, (if he likes) then he will let me cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to cum, so I am here writing and hoping he will be pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have secretly wanted to be dominated.  I have been insecure about pleasing my husband and find I am extremely turned on by being told what to do. I like being the little wife.  I like to please him.  I love when he tells me to bend over or spread my legs for him.  I am excited and nervous at the same time.  I have been more of a conservative lady when it comes to sex.  I have never let myself get too wild for fear of someone finding out. I guess then, not approving.  My husband says I need to be set free. I am afraid.  My husband says he will be there and will take care of me...I need to trust him.  I find it hard to give up control of my sexual life.  My sexual life though has not been that fulfilling over the years. Maybe this is just what I need.  Maybe I need him to control what I do sexually and not ask any questions.  This will be a new chapter in my life, giving up control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To please him from now on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must ask to play with my pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must dress sexily everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must apply my makeup carefully each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must talk to my friends about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must tell him when someone says I look sexy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must look men and women in the eye and smile when I think they are checking me out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must talk to someone when he tells me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must expose myself if he tells me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must suck his cock if he tells me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must get my ass (and I assume pussy) filled with any item he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must purchase the longest, fattest cucumber I can find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must wear or not wear what he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must show my clit ring to my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must share that I have a chastity belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must let him use clips and other methods to pull and pinch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must let him paddle me and like it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must go out with eggs or dildos in my pussy if he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must be ready to be fucked when he gets home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I must never refuse to do these things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and wet is how I am feeling right now.  I have not touched myself though.  I will not until I am given permission. I wonder if moving around in this chair and kegel excercises count as touching my pussy?  I am looking forward to the next instruction I am given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-1987261558469273949?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1987261558469273949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=1987261558469273949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1987261558469273949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/1987261558469273949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/her-little-wife-letter.html' title='Her &quot;Little Wife&quot; Letter'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-3439155951258511989</id><published>2006-12-30T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:59:14.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complete Ownership and Submission</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30 December, Saturday 0930am &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A new lifestyle. &lt;/span&gt;We awoke and were lightly playing with each other.  We talked about our fight from last Thursday night, datenight, and got into a relationship/sexuality discussion. It started out somewhat badly, but turned into a healthy discussion of multiple topics: her need to feel truly loved and supported, my being deeply in love with her and needing to feel that she's in love with me as well, my feeing a lack of affection and physical closeness, her need for me to stick by her even (or especially) in times of our fights - to not take myself away and become unavailable, her feeling of sexual inadequacy - not having ever felt like she was enough sexually for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last point launched us into a much bigger discussion. I asked her where her feeling of sexual inadequacy came from. Was it me? Did I do or say anything to her to make her feel this way? She said she was sexually inexperienced when we started together. She gave me two examples of how she felt she was not good: sucking my cock and fucking with her on top (cowgirl). She didn't like to suck my cock because she doesn't feel does it well, and said I possibly said something to her somewhere in our 20 years that caused her to want to not suck. I'm less clear about her not wanting to ride on top, but she did mention fucking a black friend where this issue came out. I told her that I loved when she did both with me, that all women (and men) fuck and suck differently, some better than others and just because I give her a suggestion, does not mean that she'll never be good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked more about other relationship/sexual topics before I turned to face her as we lay in bed.  I said I had something to tell her.  This was a serious topic for me and I wanted to bring it out into the open.   I looked her in the eye and paused.  I think she was a little worried about what I might say to her, because her face showed a bit of apprehension.  I held the eye contact and told my wife that I wanted to [sexually] DOMINATE her - I wanted to OWN her.  I wanted to control every aspect of her sexuality.  Her body was to belong to me, her pussy, her ass, her breasts.  Her sexual pleasure, both quality and quantity was to be dictated by me.  This was not light conversation for me - I was completely serious.  I did not plan to have this conversation at this moment.  I did not even have this conversation practiced in my mind nor organized prior to my saying it.  This was spontaneous and impromptu, but very serious and deeply felt.  Something I have wanted for a longtime, something from my dark side.   I have always been dominant but I was now asking for much more from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proposing an entire lifestyle change for us and for her specifically.  This was not to be just a weekend experiment, but a way of life.  I told her that I loved her, that she needed to trust me, to know that I'd protect her, that I would not humiliate her and for her part, she would cede all control of her sexuality, sexual pleasure, body and decisions as they related to her or our sex life, to me.  She would be owned.  I would insist on her sexual submission to me.  There would be no questioning of my instructions by her.  She would be required to do as instructed, no questions asked.  Discipline would be involved as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted her to chose this life.  It had to be a deliberate choice for her.  She had to acknowledge her new submissiveness, to accept her sexual ownership.  She was to be free to decide this on her own, without me pressuring her about it.  I could not have her half-committed to this new lifestyle.  This was to be complete sexual submission and domination - sexual ownership.  Sexual only.  I made it clear to her that she would remain my equal in all other aspects of life - partner, wife, friend, mother of our children, etc...  Her ownership, dominance and submission was to apply to her sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We talked more later when we got home. Many things were talked about - she got to read this blog for the first time...she wanted to just make love sometimes (without toys, videos, etc...)...I got home thinking [again] about her affair, she was defensive and told me how she felt hurt by my sleeping with other women and I explained how it was not the same - how her affair was emotional...she has never told ANYONE of her affair...chastity belts, hanging sling chairs...her submission and being owned...told her how the word 'slut' to me is a complimentary term, not derogatory...how she is taking small steps and understands about 'changing her mindset' but slow to change...how I always knew she looked at XXX videos when I was not home...that I do have fears just like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-3439155951258511989?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3439155951258511989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=3439155951258511989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3439155951258511989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3439155951258511989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/complete-ownership-and-submission.html' title='Complete Ownership and Submission'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-8275725501753943323</id><published>2006-12-29T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:33:37.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Death Decisions Over a Skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29 December, Friday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Datenight gone bad.&lt;/span&gt;  Our night out got started off on the wrong foot before it even started.  In a nutshell, I got upset over my wife's unwillingness to wear a shorter skirt than the one she had chosen.  We're talking about approximately a 2-3 inch difference in opinion - Her: 2-3" above the knee; Me: 5-6" above the knee.  Difference in mindset: A MILE WIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her that she looked sexy (not slutty) in it and told her I wanted her to wear it.  There wasn't much arguing about it - she said she didnt' feel comfortable in something that short and I walked out exasperated after saying a few words to try to convince her to wear it.  I was tired of her unwillingness to be more daring.  I no longer cared about the datenight.  Frankly, I didn't care whether we went or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had intended to visit a couple of leather-type, sexually oriented stores before checking into our hotel and going out for dinner.  However, I no longer had any desire to go and we drove directly to our hotel in SF to check in.  There had been very little said between us for the past 1.5 hours.  She went into the bathroom to use the jacuzzi tub and I left the hotel to buy some beer and champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our dinner reservation time approached, she dressed and came out of the bathroom wearing neither skirt, but wearing a pair of jeans.  That was it.  I was done.  A few short terse words later and I told my wife that once dinner was done, she could drop me off at the train station and she could stay in SF by herself.  This suited her fine and we left the hotel in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I seldom practice it, I know that the vast majority of disagreements can be worked out or mitigated if people continue talking.  Unfortunately, I happen to be a go-for-broke, take-no-prisoners kind of guy, which does not lend to win-win resolutions.  As we drove to the restaurant my wife said she wanted me to stay in SF with her.  I apologized for my bad behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt badly as we sat for dinner and began to candidly open up to my wife about our relationship. How I felt I had neglected her for many, many years - how she had been the one to pay the price for my devotion and commitment to my business.  It had only been since I closed the business two years ago that I truly realized how much I loved her.  I was feeling an urgency to make up for lost time with her.  I apologized for all those years that I chose my work over my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also told her how I could not stop thinking about her having been with and cheating with her lover from work.  I could not control the thoughts that frequently ran through my head about her and him.  I was still hurting about her revelation.  It had been about a month since her disclosure and I thought of it often.  I told her how it both hurt and aroused me at the same time to think of her fucking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had had a couple of beers in the hotel room and was drinking pretty freely at the restaurant, finishing off two or three martinis and then starting into the bottle of wine we had ordered.  I am not the type of guy who drinks his problems away - at all - but it just felt good tonight.  I think it was the first time I have ever drank to forget, to deaden the hurt and pain.  She drove us back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hotel room, we put in an XXX movie we had brought with us along with some toys and started to play with each other.  She told me that, earlier while she was in the jacuzzi tub, she had sat with her legs draped over the sides of the tub, her pussy positioned in front of the jets.  She had wanted me to walk in on her as the water pulsed against her pussy.  I told her to show me how she did it and she went to start the jacuzzi again.  It was hot to watch her as she positioned her pussy in front of the jet once again.  Made me very hard.  I climbed in and fucked her inside the tub, fingered her ass, took photos of her in the jacuzzi and of her sucking my cock as I stood over the tub.  We went back to the bed and fucked more.  She came with a large dildo in her pussy and the black dildo in her ass.  We both fell asleep, but woke a few hours later and fucked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when I returned from moving the car, she was in bed watching more videos and playing with her pussy.  She was turned on by the videos of fisting and  cucumbers.  I used the large dildo inside her until she came while we watched a Rocco video.  We kept watching while we both masturbated, then fucked again with her being so aroused by watching her breasts bouncing and swaying violently as I thrust into her.  Her pussy was so red and raw from all the fucking, sucking and playing with this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says I owe her a proper datenight, since I messed this one up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-8275725501753943323?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8275725501753943323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=8275725501753943323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8275725501753943323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/8275725501753943323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-death-decisions-over-skirt.html' title='Life &amp; Death Decisions Over a Skirt'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-6341285307589975967</id><published>2006-12-27T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:07:50.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I want to be naughty for you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27 December, Wednesday 2:00am&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Datenight suggestions &amp; IMs.&lt;/span&gt;  I told her what I wanted to do tomorrow night on our datenight - how I wanted her to learn how to follow my directions, how I wanted her to take her to a hotel bar and show her off, to have her expose herself to an attractive man or woman by spreading her legs for them flashing her pussy, show off her legs or expose some of her breasts.  I wanted to find someone, send over a drink or have my wife bring it to him/her and see where it leads.  I was going to tell her to go dance with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't responsive.  Her pussy and clit still hurt and was feeling sensitive.  Don't know really why - was she not liking my suggestions?, something wrong with her piercing?, razor burn from shaving her pussy the day before?, or a yeast infection?  She began responding when I told her I'd send her to the bathroom during dinner to remove her panties and/or bra, or to go insert an egg/plug/dildo into her pussy.  She said she could follow those orders.  I think she is still apprehensive and nervous about taking my directions when it involves others.  She wants to flash her pussy to [just] me across the room. I told her I wanted others to catch her in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what I wanted to buy her to insert into her pussy.  I had found a steel egg and steel balls at Madame S &amp; Mr. S.  I could also cut off the base of the small black dildo she had worn before while out with her friend M, so she could slip it entirely inside her pussy without the base irritating her lips.  She mentioned a picture on our computer that she liked.  It was a large steel ball that had 2 other smaller steel balls attached to it by chains - a woman would wear the larger ball inside her pussy as the other two balls would dangle from her pussy, hanging between her legs.  She wanted this.  I will try to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me again if I had shared her with any  of my coworkers, either by telling them about her or showing her off to them.  I had told one woman how I wanted her to be fucked by a thick black man.  I had suspected a few months back that this white coworker loved being blacked, which she confirmed at that time.  I asked her if she'd 'loan' one of her black lovers to my wife, but she told me she didn't like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife continued to refine the details of how she wanted me to share her with a friend or coworkers.  She didn't much care for me sharing about her with women. I surmised and confirmed that this was because with a woman, it would seen to be more about me flirting with this person, instead of it really being about the sharing of my wife.  I would soon have her photos developed and I'd keep them in a separate envelope, but inside the small photo album I keep with me at work, waiting for just the right opportunity and person to share her.  She didn't want to be shared with everyone and anyone or have me be known as the guy at work who shows naked photos of his wife to anyone who'll look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I agreed fully, telling her I had no intention of making her the "town whore" or making her seem cheap in any way to anyone.  Ideally, she'd like it if I just had a friend or maybe two, who I talked with about my wife intimately and who I showed her photos to.  Someone that would know all about her sexually by what I told him, and who knew every detail of her body from seeing her graphic photos.  She only wanted to know that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; shared her in this way with someone, but did not want to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; I had shared her with, so that if we were out having drinks, dinner, or out socially, she would not know which friend of mine 'knew' her 'secrets' - just that one (or more) of my friends &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; 'know' her.  She suggested that when I wanted her to know who she was shared with, I might lean over and whisper his name, perhaps even as he sat right next to her, or stood talking to flirting with her - that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; was the one whom I had shared her with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we played, we heard the IM alert going off on the computer across the room.  After a while, she mentioned that maybe I should go over and reply to the IMs ...to respond and tell them that she was being fucked by me right now, that she was too busy being eaten and too full of cock to respond herself.  That sounded naughty and hot!  My wife said she wanted to be naughty for me and encouraged me again to send the message before she came.  She was VERY excited by her idea!  Her pussy was wet and she panted and moaned as I licked her clit.  She was pulling the skin above her pussy taut with both hands, making her pussy stretch upwards and causing her clit hood to be stretched smooth above and to the sides of her clit, as well as making her clit stick out more prominently for me to lick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instructed her to play with her pussy as I got out of bed to go to the computer to fulfill her desire for another man to know she was being fucked right then.  She only wanted me to respond if the person was not being crude in his message.  There were two IMs, both from black men, that I replied to, telling them how I was fucking my wife and that was why she wasn't available to play or chat online.  One wanted to watch us fuck on webcam, which we don't own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned to bed, my wife wanted more of my tongue. I crawled up her body, rubbing my semi-erect cock against her slippery pussy lips and clit as we talked about the men.  I told her that they were probably sitting at their computers as we fucked, looking at the photos of her naked body and  spread pussy that I had posted online.  She began fucking me back enthusiastically as I told her that they were most likely stroking their hard cocks as they looked at her pussy imagining her being fucked by me.  She panted that she felt so naughty having me message them and that it made her hot that other men - strangers knew that at that very moment she was being ridden and fucked.  I came deep inside her.  She came shortly thereafter, her pussy overflowing with a combination of my cum, my saliva and her pussy juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-6341285307589975967?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6341285307589975967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=6341285307589975967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6341285307589975967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/6341285307589975967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-want-to-be-naughty-for-you.html' title='&quot;I want to be naughty for you&quot;'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-4802557032883382235</id><published>2006-12-26T22:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T16:05:45.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day After Christmas - A Very Hot Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;26 December, Tuesday 3:00pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; While I was out doing some after Christmas shopping , my wife started the following IM chat with me.  It was so HOT receiving her text messages as I walked through the stores.  She had just come back from working out and was going to go out with her friend B later in the evening:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wife (12/26 15:08): Some pix on computer interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:08): Which ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:09): Double fisting &amp; in ass&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:10): Nipple pumps??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:11): Mmmm....nice...are these pics we already have on computer?....touching urself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:12): Yes not touching yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:12): Yes like pussy pump...swells the nipples same way as pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:13): I am envisioning u sitting completely naked at the computer spread....playing....get undressed for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife(12/26 15:14): Pulled pants off now what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:16): I want u completely bare...naked with legs spread...like the idea of someone walking in on u catching u being naughty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:17): Panties off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:17): catching u because u left the door unlocked...Touch your clit...start tapping it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:18): Scoot up to edge of chair so ur pussy is right at the edge as u touch it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:18): Take ur top off &amp; tell me when ur naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:19): Naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:19): tell me what photos u are looking at as u touch ur hardening clit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:21): Watching gang bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:23): Sounds so hot...on computer or on disk?  How many guys how many girls? Remember the hot poolside anal gangbang we watched in bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:24): ur pussy getting wet? Go get one of the large dildos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:25): When I get home I want us to reply to some of the IMs and we can look at emails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:31): when u get home will go out calling B now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:32): ok...u still at computer playing? U cum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:33): Yes @ comp no cum yet looking for video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:34): What one are u looking for? On cd? Did u go get fat dildo yet? I told u to go get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:35): Going now&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:38): Watching rocco orgy now dildo in front of me on desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:39): Yes... which one do u have? I want u to put it on the chair, straddle it, then slowly sink down onto  it, impaling ur cunt on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:40): Have thick one ..&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:40): lowering myself now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:40): U like how nasty that rocco orgy was didn't u?  U wish it was u being gang ass fucked don't u?  U want to be ass fucked like that don't u?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:41): watching vacuum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:41): the really thick long one or the short flesh thick one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:41): Steel dildo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:41): We will look for pump this week for your HOT cunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:42): short thick&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:42): I like that steel dildo too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:43): Are u riding the dildo now?? I want u to lift up and lower urself..like u r riding it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:44): yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:44): Feel nasty? Naughty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:45): Girl getting sucked &amp; fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:45): I want to make u cum before u go out with B...or send u to her w/ a pussy full of cum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:45): Did u talk w/her while u were naked and watching videos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:46): Ur not here. yes talked to her naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:46): ...then have u tell her when u see her how I fucked u and filled u and how u were masturbating just before seeing her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:48): Don't b silly&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:49): Using arms on chair to lift me up down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:49): If the opportunity presents itself I want u to tell her...many ways for that opportunity to present itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:50): Mmmm....ride that fat dildo ...drop down on it hard forcing it deep into ur cunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:51): Clit play too.  What r u watching now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:51): Sitting back fingering clit&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:52): Rocco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:52): I want to catch u doing all this...next time I will set up video cam , pointed at desk, so I can see later what u did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife (12/26 15:52): Standing moving dildo in out while fingering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:52): Cunt still full of dildo?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife(12/26 15:53): Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me (12/26 15:53): Ooohhh myyyy...that sounds so hot visualizing u standing and shoving it inside...so hot for u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife(12/26 15:54): Came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-4802557032883382235?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4802557032883382235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=4802557032883382235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4802557032883382235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/4802557032883382235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-after-christmas-very-hot-chat.html' title='Day After Christmas - A Very Hot Chat'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-567778870929895208</id><published>2006-12-26T02:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:59:58.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12/24, Sunday - Feeling Naughty.  Arrived home around 5:30am Christmas Eve morning.  I ate her pussy, then had to fuck her.  While we fucked, I asked her if she felt naughty responding to the black attorney who had IM'd her.  She said she DID feel naughty as well as scared.  I also told her how hot it got me knowing that her friend B knew about us sexually and that B wanted to hear all about our datenight this week.  We fucked until interrupted by the kids, then reverted to playing with her wet pussy as I described the scenario where she'd fuck the black attorney she had IM'd with last night:  How I would bring  her to a hotel where he would be waiting; she'd be dressed in a dress, heels, no panties or bra, with dark eye makeup and lipstick.  How he would tower over her as he felt her up; how his large hands would feel as he mauled her plump ass and pussy when he reached under her skirt to find her sans panties and freshly waxed; how she'd unzip his pants, insert her comparatively small hand into the opening, fish around inside and pull out his python of a cock - heavy and thick - her white fingers barely able to wrap around his thick black cock; how she'd look kneeling between his legs as she tried to fit his large cock into her tight mouth; how her lipstick covered lips would be smeared and stretched over his dark tool as she sucked him; how he'd lay her on the hotel bed, finish undressing himself, then walk over to her with his thick stump of a cock erect and leading the way as he climbed between her spread stockinged thighs, smothering her with his 245 pound athletic frame as he sunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-567778870929895208?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/567778870929895208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=567778870929895208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/567778870929895208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/567778870929895208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-3345786268309824173</id><published>2006-12-24T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T23:08:51.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear &amp; Excitement are the same emotion...viewed from two different angles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/23, Saturday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taking a small step forward.&lt;/span&gt;  I got this text message from my wife as I drove into work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Got a message from a lawyer in San Francisco"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure out what she was saying.  I tried to think of outstanding bills or debts we owed thinking some attorney was attempting to collect money from us!  Finally, I got clarification - a black attorney in SF had IM'd her.  She sent another message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Told B &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(another good friend of hers)&lt;/span&gt;, we are going out to SF next week and will see what happens.  She said she wants to hear everything.  Said I'd moved to 'your side' and things have been really good.  Told her we didn't know what would happen, but were talking &amp; thinking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had two separate conversations going on with my wife.&lt;/span&gt;  I asked her what the attorney looked like and asked whether she was comfortable replying to him or whether she wanted to wait till I was with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Well, he says 6' something, 245lbs, bald with a goatee...did not reply...will wait for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she thought her friend, who is married, would be interested in being with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Interested, she said fun to think about, but doesn't think she would ever do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife to message the attorney.  Tell him that her husband DOES like/want to share her, but that you don't play without him and he can contact her another time.  I asked my wife if she had ever told her friend B that I find her attractive.  I told her I wanted her friend to know that I find her sexy/attractive.  I asked my wife if she thought B would ever play on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Well, that never came up.  Just that her thinking about being with someone else is exciting, but she doesn't think she'd do it.  I am not sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife to keep sharing with her about the things we do or things that we are starting to try, that maybe she would give into trying.  I asked her if B had ever shared specifics about what she &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;enjoys, who she'd want, what she's done in the past, etc...with my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"No, we haven't had a chance to be specific, but she wants to go out next week though."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her what SPECIFICS she had told B about us that we were doing or contemplating doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Said that you would like to see me with another man or woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she sent the message to the attorney in SF and was going to email me a copy of her chat with him.  Nice... I told her that I didn't mind her responding to people who IM her, but that I wanted her to leave the chats open on the computer so I could read them when I got home...or save the chats for later viewing.  I told her I want to know what my sexy HOTWIFE has been doing while I'm away.  I also told her that when she goes out with B next week, that I wanted her to share everything with her...the hot sex we've been having, the multiple orgasms, the sharing of her online, the sexy clothes, wearing the dildo out a few weeks back...everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was her short chat with the attorney:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;chocolateloverXXX: Hi, saw your profile at bayareawhitewives Yahoo group, and I thought that I would say hello. Nice picture, can taste that.  I am six feet, 245 pounds with a shaved head and a goatee.  I am a lawyer in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204);" id="lw_1167203069_0"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;, and I am on the peninsula on occasion to visit friends.  Maybe we can chat and see if we could meet up when I am in town.  Have a happy Holiday and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;one_XXX: Hi, thanks for saying hello.  My husband is interested in sharing me but I don't play without him.  Maybe we can talk at another time.  Happy Holiday to you as well.&lt;br /&gt;chocolateloverXXX: Wbenevr you are free I would love to chat.&lt;br /&gt;chocolateloverXXX: Sorry, i meant whenever of course.&lt;br /&gt;one_XXX: of course that's how I read it.  We will chat soon then.&lt;br /&gt;chocolateloverXXX: Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that isn't a barnburner of a conversation, but it is a very big step for my wife and I love her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 10pm, Saturday, I get this message from my wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Clit feels swollen"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded her that in the past 36 hours, she's had 6 orgasms and had her clit mauled and manhandled alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Oh yeah.  Sounds nice, you remember all and now I am rubbing it again.  Wish you were sucking me now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came once again (Orgasm#7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is 7 orgasms in 36 hours.  Maybe not a ton for some women, but a lot for my woman.  She's been incredible.  No wonder her clit is so swollen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-3345786268309824173?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3345786268309824173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=3345786268309824173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3345786268309824173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/3345786268309824173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/fear-excitement-are-same-emotionviewed.html' title='Fear &amp; Excitement are the same emotion...viewed from two different angles'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5920657752725758378</id><published>2006-12-22T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:21:11.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Skies at Night, Sailors Delight...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/19, Tuesday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Storm clouds brewing.&lt;/span&gt; For the 2nd night in a row, the sex was very non-participatory on her part, very mediocre at best. Then all of a sudden, on the second night, as I am fucking her...BOOM...she drops a bomb about her concerns about AIDS (since I have slept with other women during our marriage) and some other mumblings about a local couple who had contacted us by email, that I had mentioned to her earlier in the day. Abrupt end to sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/20, Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coming to a head.&lt;/span&gt; Once again I expressed my frustration at not making long-term progress sexually, she expressed her fears. She talked about having a comfort zone that creeps up on her, and while she is turned on by idea of fucking others, questions her courage to see them through. I talked about needing her to actively participate in our journey - looking at emails with me, helping with ads, actually being interested OTHER THAN when we are in bed playing with each other. Not just letting me do everything, and then have me feel badly when she doesn't respond or shuts down whenever I report any kind of progress. I mentioned that being with others is NOT such an unusual thing, that all she needed to do was look at 2 out of 3 of her closest friends for confirmation. People who have sex with others or have lovers are NOT freaks, but regular folks just like her and I - soccer moms, teachers, parents, etc... She said that as soon as something concrete develops, she freaks out and gets scared, like the other night. Talked and argued some about her sleeping with men she had known and how long she had known them before fucking them. In the end, she said that she just needed to adjust to things each step of the way, that the mention of the couple who contacted us, freaked her out. She said she needed time to go from step to step. She apologized for the show stopper AIDS comment in the middle of fucking. I reiterated to her the need to trust me, to know that I want this for both of us, to enhance our marriage, not destroy it. That I want her to believe that being in love with her AND wanting to share her are not mutually exclusive events. Left for work that evening during a relatively heated argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the hospital to get tested today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/21, Thursday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doing a 180.  It's raining orgasms.&lt;/span&gt; We talked things through today. Things got better....then things got really better... In the early evening we went onto my Yahoo groups and showed them to her for the first time, showed her what they were about and looked at photos together. She wanted me to post her photos to the hotwife-type, soccer mom-type groups. She does not seem to care for the groups referring to slutwives or slut-anything despite me having told her before by me that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to me&lt;/span&gt; that is NOT a derogatory term, but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compliment&lt;/span&gt; to a woman's sexuality and sexiness. A slut to me is a truly outwardly sexual and confident woman who proudly embraces her sexuality with great enthusiasm and lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a group about disciplining women who're caught masturbating. I find this a very hot topic. Asked her her opinion about it. She told me that it isn't really the discipline for being caught masturbating, but it's just plain discipline that she likes. She told me she enjoyed the lite spanking I had given her in the kitchen earlier in the day. She had been in jeans and bent over at the sink; I came up behind her and swatted her plump ass with my hand a few times, holding my hand to her ass after each swat, rubbing and kneading her ass and inner thighs after each swat. I was a little surprised by this, as I really wasn't trying to be either extraordinarily sexual or overtly dominant at the time. (I think back to a week earlier though, when she and I watched a movie called The Secretary, starring Maggie Gyllenhaal and James Spader, which involved spanking, discipline and control. The night we watched it, there was an very intense spanking scene, that I think really aroused us both, because I ended up between her legs sucking her pussy as she spread for me on the couch. I ended stroking my cock until I came strongly all over her breasts and stomach.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I know she loves having her pussy spanked, paddled and slapped, I did not think that she enjoyed having her ass spanked. Go figure. I've been with her for 21 years and as far as I can remember, whenever I've attempted to spank her ass, she has stopped me or said it hurts. Needless to say, I'll be re-exploring this, since I am dominant and enjoy discipline and control. She said she likes being spanked on the ass as long as it doesn't hurt too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night as we were going to bed, she suggested we watch [xxx] movies. As we watched, I talked dirty to her about owning her, owning her body and pussy. How I wanted her to wear a choker or collar, so people would know that she was owned. We talked about our upcoming datenight next week and I told her I wanted her to wear a choker, no panties or bra, so I could feel up her pussy and breasts as we're out. Talked about a photo we had seen earlier of a couple on the dance floor of a club, wherein the man was standing/dancing behind the woman and had his hand deep into the girls pants playing with her pussy...she enjoyed this. Told her I'd try to find a plug or egg that she could wear out that night. As I was telling her how I wanted to feel up her pantyless pussy at the restaurant, she told me that she wanted to suck my cock at the restaurant. I told her she could lean over in the booth and suck me right at the table. She wanted me to take her to the back of the restaurant, where she could suck me. As she was describing to me how she wanted me to just take her by the hand and lead her to a secluded area of the restaurant, she came hard (Orgasm#1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly, she wasn't done. For the 3rd time in a couple of weeks, she wanted to cum again immediately. As I returned to the bed from cleaning up, she continued to watch the video, Rocco Sifreddi, who was doing some serious anal damage with that large cock of his. My wife got incredibly hot and wet as she watched and as I reached between her legs playing with her slippery clit. I described visualizing her in the anal gangbang taking place on screen. She came hard again as she watched a nasty blonde cleaning the cum from a hot brunette's freshly creamed asshole (Orgasm #2). It was hot to watch her cumming so hard and for a second time within 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't over...I awoke a few hours later to find her laying face down, legs slightly spread and ass up - my favorite position to reach down and play with her pussy from behind. We fucked until I came inside her pussy, then I fingered her to her 3rd orgasm of the night (Orgasm #3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early the next morning, she woke me by throwing her lg over me as she lay on her back, spreading her thighs and giving me full access to her pussy. This is one of her ways of letting me know that she wants to play. I touched her just a little, unsure if it was really an invitation or not. I thought she might be sore from all the sex the night before and stopped rubbing her clit. Her hand immediately replaced mine as she began masturbating. I was surprised as she told me she woke up craving another orgasm and hadn't yet had one this morning. I hadn't seen her this horny - this would be her 4th orgasm in 9 hours. As she masturbated next to me, she asked whether or not I had shared any of her erotic nude photos with anyone at work yet. She wanted to know if I carried them with me in case the opportunity arose for me to show her off. I do keep a small photo album with me, of non-risque , yet sexy photos of her that we took on our last trip to Las Vegas. My wife suggested that I carry her nude photos with me and when the opportunity &amp; person were right, after I showed them her 'public' photos, I could ask them if they wanted to see my wife's nude, erotic photos as well. She came with my finger deep up her ass, as she whispered who she wished she could take something larger than my digit inside her tight ass. (Orgasm #4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her 5th orgasm inside 24hours, came shortly after I received this text message from her while I was at work on Friday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"I am reading the blue Penthouse [letters] book and playing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My wife was in bed reading stories of wives being shared or hotwives fucking other men, while she played with her pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"...Poker night, one by one, each friend takes turns fucking wife"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her if she was imagining herself as the wife being fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Naturally, I liked her getting fucked by different men &amp; possibility of husband [being the one] sending them in...Like fucking someone you know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I told her how much I loved the thought of that as well...the thought of sending men upstairs into our bedroom to fuck her...taking turns using her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Cummming"&lt;/span&gt; (Orgasm #5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived home around 5:30am Saturday morning, I fucked and sucked her to her 6th orgasm (Orgasm#6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5920657752725758378?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5920657752725758378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5920657752725758378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5920657752725758378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5920657752725758378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/red-skies-at-night-sailors-delight.html' title='Red Skies at Night, Sailors Delight...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-2675421436981695240</id><published>2006-12-18T15:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:17:55.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeks Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/07, Tuesday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Please Share Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be shared.&lt;/span&gt;  Took nap on couch with her today that turned into a hot play session.   She told me again how she wanted me to post her photos online, to share her with strangers.  She wants others to email or IM me, telling me what they'd like to do with her sexually or commenting on her body - pussy, ass or breasts.  She wants her body to be lusted after by strangers.  She wants to see what they write about her and how they'd like to use her.  Wants me to leave any IMs on the computer for her to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/16, Saturday &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Your wife's going to show me her piercing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; That is what a friend of my wifes, D, whispered into my ear at a volunteer event.  My wife had told D she was going to have her clit pierced earlier in the year, which she did in August.  I asked D if she was going to have her clit pierced next.  Despite her hearing the tempting rumor that some pierced women cum from just walking up the stairs, she said she was afraid to.  My wife's clit is definitely more sensitive now, since being pierced.  I was telling D that I can't manhandle it the way I used to and the way I like to.  It was intriguing to hear D say that she likes her clit being manhandled and roughed up like that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/17, Sunday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you shared me with any coworkers yet?. &lt;/span&gt; Talked with wife about sharing her naked photos with friends and/or coworkers.  She liked the idea of having her body &amp; pussy  shown to them.  She asked me if I had shown any of her photos to any friends/coworkers yet.  I had not yet and that there were only a couple of women and one coworker I would care to share her with.  She immediately asked if he was black and I confirmed that he was and how I liked the idea of show off her white pussy to a black man.  He is  few years older than us, bald, dark skinned, with a hard athletic body.  I asked her generically about showing her off to a friend an whether or not she'd like it if I green-lighted him to seduce her.  She replied that she felt it was too sneaky and underhanded.  Rather, she said she'd like it if I shared her photos with a friend, where she knew I was showing her off, but he did not know that she knew.  She got off on the idea of being visually undressed and lusted after by a friend of mine, who would know what she looked like naked, who would know her pussy was shaved and bare, and what her ass and breasts looked like, yet who was unaware that SHE knew she was being shared with him.  A very, very hot thought I have to agree with entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed that it would be better if she was shared with someone I knew, a friend, coworker, or acquaintance versus finding him online through ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked of getting her a pussy vacuum pump, she loves the thought of this and has watched the videos I have on the computer of pussy/clit pump in action.  She wanted me to take before and after photos of the pump.  Asked me about the blog, told her she'd be able to read it  this week.  It's tough keeping up with it, not enough time.  We decided on a new screen name for her, for me to be able to post her naked photos online.  I will create the name and begin posting and sharing her this week.  Also, she's ramping up to get her first brazilian wax and she's been asking me how much hair I want left and what pattern.  I have a very specific idea in my mind and have told her I would find a photo as an example.  She also told me she wanted me to take a photo of her pussy immediately after I had cum inside her, she wanted there to be a lot of my cum dripping from her pussy when I took the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/18 Monday -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Contact Made.&lt;/span&gt; Received an email from a local couple with a shared and owned wife who were interested in playing....or at least talking to us.  Mentioned it to my wife and offered to show her how to access the email.  Absolutely no response.  No acknowledgement. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-2675421436981695240?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2675421436981695240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=2675421436981695240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/2675421436981695240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/2675421436981695240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/weeks-recap.html' title='Weeks Recap'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-5378318376993229519</id><published>2006-12-07T18:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:52:20.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out Cont'd - My Wife's Visualization of M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We talked pretty late into the night about what she and her girlfriend had discussed over dinner and our thoughts on what we were embarking on together by including others to join us sexually.  We continued talking after going to bed, and soon after the touching and playing began.  It wasn't the first time that we'd both been aroused by sexual thoughts of our friend M.  Soon I was fucking my wife for the second time tonight as I talked to her about how hot it would be to have M in bed with us and all the things we'd do together with us.  Things heated up, she was so wet.  My wife had been a little sensitive about my wanting to fuck M, since my revelation of having hit on her, but she confirmed that she was at least still somewhat turned on by the idea of being with her when she told me her next thought.   While she did not want to see me fucking her, she told me she visualized M being with us, but in a same-room, non-swap setting - me and my wife on one half of the bed and M and her lover fucking on the other half...or on another bed.  My wife said she could see that happening with M and us.  Very hot scene.  We continued to unfold the scenario - The three of us would go out to a bar for drinks, M would pickup a hot looking stud and the four of us would head off to a hotel room to fuck, each couple watching the other as they fucked and sucked.  We talked about being able to look right into her eyes as her bare tight pussy was being stuffed, about being able to reach over to touch and play with her breasts, about listening to her moan and talk dirty as she was getting fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking was hard and deep and our orgasms were intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5786380686457900058-5378318376993229519?l=mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5378318376993229519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5786380686457900058&amp;postID=5378318376993229519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5378318376993229519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5786380686457900058/posts/default/5378318376993229519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mywifeshotwifejourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/girls-night-out-contd-my-wifes.html' title='Girls Night Out Cont&apos;d - My Wife&apos;s Visualization of M'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586151497946500425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52uUFa7X7Wo/STbpE48XPZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/sddf8QnVR0U/S220/072607_MFM_logo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5786380686457900058.post-7964063489543988573</id><published>2006-12-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:49:37.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She walked in and walked over to me.  As we kissed, I reached down to the crotch of her jeans, cupping her pussy and pulled up in a lifting motio
