Tuesday, September 26, 2017

This morning, my wife and I showered together and talked about booking a trip to Disney. Their website is wonky so it means calling them, which neither of us wanted to do. She said teasingly, “if only there were something I could do for you that would make you want to call for me. I responded, “I’ll call for a blowjob?”She wasn’t in the mood to do that. So I said, “how about a hand job then?” The conversation alone had my cock hard. She rubbed her index finger along the underside and said with an innocent smile, “maybe you should do it just because you love me and not to get pleasure from me”. I smiled and said back to her, “maybe I will and maybe you should give me pleasure just because you love me.” She started stroking my cock slowly. It felt so good. Her hands are very soft. I called Disney and booked the room while we lay on the bed with my cock in her hand and her toes at my lips. The room was booked. And there was a knock on our door. Kids were awake. She looked at me with a face that said, “oh well, I was willing” and we got up. She got dressed but I was still naked. She opened the door to leave the room as I went into the bathroom to take care of myself. I got a text from her saying, “maybe we can continue the lovin later tonight?” and that was enough to set me over the edge and I came on our bathroom counter. I texted her back as I cleaned up saying, “I would like that very much”. Of course as life often does, we didn’t get a chance to do it. We were up late watching a movie. She got her trip booked and I didn’t get to cum. I enjoyed it for what it was but I think she might have gotten the better part of this deal. πŸ€”

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Sounds like a fun game…. my wife has a lot of shoes πŸ˜ƒ❤️πŸ‘ πŸ‘‘πŸ‘’πŸ‘žπŸ‘Ÿ

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9/26/2017 • Dream: Sloppy Seconds Last night, I had a dream that my wife and I were younger and not yet married. She was seeing another guy and I was a friend with a huge crush on her. Pretty much how it was when she and I got back together when I was engaged to another woman and she was fucking her neighbor. In the dream, I came into her room and her boyfriend was giving her a kiss and slipped out the window. He looked at me with a grin, knowing I had it bad for her but that she was his. He left and she and I talked and she commented they had just had sex. She remarked, a little annoyed, that there was cum all over the place. I looked over at the arm rest of the chair she and I were cuddled up in and sure enough there were drops of cum splattered all over it. And the other one. And the floor. And so we were taking off our clothes and kissed and sure enough, her pussy was over flowing with her boyfriend’ cum. She said she could go to the bathroom to get cleaned up first. I asked her not to. Instead, I slipped my cock inside of her. I wanted to feel their sex with ours. I wanted to add my cum to his and then clean her up with my tongue and lips. She laughed and told me I’m so dirty and she loves it. She told me her pussy was probably even messier. I said, “I suppose you wouldn’t be interested in a go with me then too?” She smiled coyly and replied, “I didn’t say that…” She parted her legs and I moved my cock to her pussy and then I woke up. Always at the best part.
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Monday, September 18, 2017

9/18/2017 • Lynn Dream 9/18/2017 • Dream: Sister in Law Last night, I had a brief dream about my wife’s sister. We were alone together and we were talking about random things like we used to do. Mostly about what was going on in her life with her husband. We were very close and we’re having an affair. We cuddled. We kissed and made out while we talked. Hands roamed. We were about to make love when I woke up. God I miss her so much. We used to be really close friends, though I’ve always had a crush on her. My wife sometimes teases and sometimes tosses at me in a fight that she feels I married the wrong sister. I wish I could be with them both. I’ve been in love with my wife my entire life and with her sister for seventeen years. Even though we opened our marriage, her sister is the one person she put off limits for me. She’s the one I want most. We did kiss once and that kiss will haunt me forever. But at least I’ll always have my dreams.
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Saturday, September 9, 2017

To be honest… Today I’m feeling just a little bit girlie, very submissive, and quite a bit gay. πŸ’•πŸ™†πŸΌ‍♂️🏳️‍🌈 I don’t know I just wanna have a toy in my butt, a cock in my mouth, a little cum in my tummy and a satisfied smile on the man standing above me. 🀷🏼‍♂️
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Not bad advice, really.

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Saturday, August 26, 2017

Friday, August 18, 2017

My wife’s lifelong crush was always her next door neighbor, Rob. I loved a few doors down the street from them and she was my lifelong crush, since I was eight years old. There were so many similarities between her and I growing up. I would watch her play outside, I’d ride my bike down the street when she was out and I even befriended the annoying neighbor boy who lived on the other side of her house just to get a closer look at her when she was outside. She would sit at the window in her brother’s room watching for when Rob would get home. If his blinds were open, she would be able to see inside his room and even saw him having sex with girlfriends he had. She longed for any glimpse of him she could get. I would walk down the street in the evening and sometimes she would come out of the bath into her room wearing a towel with her blinds open. She’d close them but once she did not and I saw her naked. Other times, I would just see her sitting on her bed reading or talking to her sister. She wanted nothing more than for him to notice her and ask her out and spend his life with her. I wanted nothing more than exactly that from her. We dated in high school and were each other’s first sex (not counting the boys I’d been with orally). My parents divorced and I didn’t handle it well and we broke up for three years. In that three years, I got engaged to another girl and we moved in together right out of high school. Rob took notice of her and they started fucking. Never a date. Never even a kiss. She wanted so much more but she was a friend with benefits to him. Eventually, I got back into her life as friends and she and I started fucking. I was still engaged and still living with my fiancΓ© (who I knew was also cheating on me). Two men in her life was the happiest she’s ever been. I’d let her go back there in an instant just for that happiness. But she isn’t quite ready for that and probably never will be. He was her crush. He was exciting. He was her dream. I was her love. I was her hope. I was her comfort. I left my fiancΓ©. We married. She fucked him again eight months later. I met a guy online and we sucked each other’s dicks, I fooled around and kissed her sister, and I had several online and phone encounters and almost several other encounters sexually but guilt got the best of me before I could. We came clean one day in 2010 about our infidelity. I took it harder than she did because I knew how much she loved him. And still did. I found little notes she wrote to herself about dreams she had about him and how much she missed him and wished it could be real again. She decided she wanted me to fuck other women so we opened up our marriage and she started encouraging me to fuck several women. I joked she was my pimp. And she said that makes me her bitch. And so the nickname started. It was how we dealt with each other’s infidelity. A measure of control over it I guess. Ever since then, even to today, I’m obsessed with her feelings for him. I feel guilty for taking away what she would say was her very slim chance to be with him. He was her dream. And he was my bully. And he fucked her. And somehow, I’m stuck on a desire that I wish I could have experienced his cock too. With her. Together. Or just while she watched and laughed. I love her laugh.

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