IGHIH: Glass…

Once again my timing at work prevented me from getting in on a good thing.  Our buddy JD was able to get out of work early and spend an hour and a half hanging out  with my wife, genuinely hoping that I could make it and be part of the good time, but as we all agree, work comes before play.

I was trying to wrap things up in the office and saw that I had missed a note from my wife telling me JD will be at the house when I got home, hurry! By the time I got to my truck and could check the phone, I saw a text from her saying, “Too late.”

I’ve mentioned before that the fact we can’t meet for threesomes often and the fact that the two of them can only meet slightly more often, I think that keeps some mystery to the whole arrangement.  But yes, I wish I could have been home for this one.

My wife told me later that JD popped a little blue pill and after they both had a few beers and talked about family and stuff, they headed to the bedroom, realizing that I wasn’t going to make it home for the full event.

A while back, JD had sent this large glass dildoe that frankly scared the crap out of both of us.  Apparently, when used along with a healthy serving of cunnilingus, it is quite pleasurable.

After several orgasms over her own, my wife says that JD was extremely hard, harder than she had really seen him in years, and she just needed to ride his big, thick cock.  Of course, as she is telling me these details, she was riding my own hard cock.

She mounted him in a reverse cowgirl fashion and played with his balls as he moaned with pleasure.  She says that even though she had already enjoyed a few orgasms from his tongue, the pleasure of really feeling his hard dick without fear that it might lose it was very much a welcome thing.

Before long, JD reported that he was getting close and suggested that she dismount so he could come on her boobs but she insisted she needed to feel him shoot inside her. As soon as she began to describe his dick pulsating in her, I unloaded my own load.

“Too bad you weren’t here.  We were both hoping you would have cleaned up the mess.” She said with a giggle.


We All have to Work…

This is not about sex per se.  So skip if you don’t like the introspective posts.

I had been working on a post that discusses the whole celebrity and political outing of men who have been abusive toward women.  No matter how many times I edit it, reword it or change a paragraph, I can’t seem to make it bulletproof.  And when you are talking about such a hot button topic, well, I don’t want to set myself up for coming across in a negative way.  It isn’t that I can’t take the trolls, but it has to do with how I feel about myself as a person.  So, suffice to say, that post stays in the DRAFT bin like so many other posts I started and abandoned.

I realized over the long weekend that I’m depressed for some reason. There is so much in my life to be thankful for, yet I am suddenly feeling like I am tired of my job, not fulfilled with the direction I’m going in my own growth.  I’ve always loved driving into work, eager to start the day and enjoyed the interaction with people.  Now I feel like I’m trapped.  I can’t seem to get it in gear.  I’m coasting on my reputation as being a leader and someone who gets things done and makes things happen, yet I’m not getting anything done.

There is a blogger I really enjoy named Emmy who has a blog called Right Turn Without Signaling.  She writes about her work life a lot but mixes in the occasional sex talk.  I think I started reading her because of the sex and stayed for the beautiful photography, motivational memes and discussions of her work problems.

I thought about writing her and asking for advice.  How does one get out of the rut at work where the pile of responsibilities just keeps getting bigger and you look around and see people ignoring it.  In the end, I didn’t write but I did feel like sharing her blog.  So there ya go.

A friend told me yesterday that my problem is, I refuse to let the mission fail, therefore I pick up the slack for other people rather than allow their shortcomings to be evident.

That has been a problem for me as a leader.  I observe people.  If I can count on someone, they become the go to.  If I can’t count on another, I don’t.  So that person goes unpunished so to speak, and the person who gets it done gets more work.  But in a way, I’m also the person who gets it done and I get all the work.

One of the things about having ranks and grades in a military environment is that you can easily look at someone who should be on the same level as you and compare what they do with what you do.  Why do I keep looking around and see people on my same level not doing half the shit I do?

The flip side of that is that I have always said, you should work for (pay) whatever you are willing to work for.  That is to say, if you are making $25 an hour and are okay with that, you shouldn’t be pissed if the guy next to you makes $27 an hour.   There are always caveats to that philosophy, but the general point is, don’t worry about what others make, worry about being comfortable with what you make for the work you do.  If you aren’t, either get a raise or quit.

I wrote the first part of this post before walking into work.  I sat in a meeting with our leaders and the boss called me out as being over-tasked.  That was both humbling and appreciated.  But it sered to call out others who are equally over-tasked by too much work but not being seen as important.  Hence, that created an immediate morale problem.  No, they aren’t upset that my work seems more important, but that they are not seen as being real contributors.

How did we get to this point?  How is every statement somehow turned into a point of litigation or every observation taken as an offense?  Honestly, I think the issues impacting my work are very similar to what is happening in the press with the never ending list of men who have apparently been assaulting or at least being inappropriate with women who work for them.

Right now there are loads of men who have never been and never would be in a situation where a woman would accuse them of such a horrible thing as abuse, yet in the way things have been presented, we lump the harmless penis exposers (who are absolutely wrong for doing that) with the actual alleged rapists. When we blur the lines like this, you get nutty people saying stupid things like men are no longer allowed to talk to women.  No, men are simply not allowed to forcibly corner an underling into a room and forcibly masturbate at them.

Apply this to my work place and we are all very sensitive about ill-advised statements made by leadership that carry with them sweeping generalizations. 

I don’t know.  In the end, I got very little work done today, even though I did do a lot of work.  I think the biggest contribution I made today was being a sounding board for people who were frustrated and making them feel better by letting them know I was frustrated too. 

Car Sex: Hotwife and Voyeurism…

You may recall the young couple I met with for a brief panties party several weeks back.  The husband reached out to me and said they’d be open to meeting again and of course, I was game.

We emailed back and forth a few times to discuss the possibilities of what this meeting might entail.  I learned from the first meeting that the young wife doesn’t normally wear panties, just as a preference.  She doesn’t wander around flashing people, but she just doesn’t usually wear panties.  With that in mind, I offered up the idea that it would be cool to watch her lift her skirt and play with herself.

I had this vision of us meeting somewhere, the two of them getting into the backseat of my truck and then from the front seat, I’d turn around and observe.  I should point out that as a voyeur, I don’t have a need to touch or be a part of the action, so to me, this was a great arrangement.

The husband suggested a location that was not far from where I work.  Once you get out into the country south of San Antonio, there are so many places that a dead body could be dropped and it would take some time for it to be found.  I arrived first and had a moment of nerves when I saw just how secluded this place was.  I sent him a text and asked if they intended to leave my dead body there. He quickly responded, the only thing they planned to leave is fluids!

The dead end road had a series of small ranches and some country houses leading up to it, but not much else.  Nobody was going to see anything.  As planned, they jumped out of their car and climbed into the back seat of my truck.  The wife was dressed very nicely in a short skirt and a nice blouse.  No panties or bra.

We exchanged pleasantries and the husband quickly asked what I’d like to see.  There’s an ice breaker. 

I suggested she lift her skirt and allow me a good look at her lady area.  The wife was freshly shaved and it was clear she had been playing with herself on the ride there.  The first time we met, her labia was completely closed-in whereas now, she was aroused and the labia were showing.

I asked if she could also expose her breasts and without hesitation she was topless.

The husband coached her a bit, suggesting this and that in order to put on a show for me.  I encouraged her with giving her honest but polite comments about how pretty she was, how nice her pussy was, etc.  she loved the praise.  The husband loved it too.

I could see he was rock hard and I suggested that he could pull down his pants if he wanted.  No hesitation from him at all and within seconds, her face was in his lap giving him head.

Next, he encouraged the wife to mount his dick and I was sitting in the front seat watching her ride his cock.  He suggested I spank her, and after a split second of hesitation, I did so.  I guess having a stranger slap her ass as she fucked her husband was a turn on fort both of them.

He guided her down onto the center console of the truck which basically left her head and chest in the front seat with me as he continued to fuck her.  He motioned for me to play with her breasts and I asked her softly if that was okay. She smiled at me and nodded yes, then shut her eyes as the husband with drew his cock and began eating her pussy.

I gently fondled the small A-cup titties and even took a nipple into my mouth as he devoured her beautiful pussy.  I felt like I was watching a rerun of my youth, a 17 year old enjoying every delicious inch of my 16 year old girlfriend.  As a guy in my mid-fifties, I realized how my own sexuality has become more in my mind and less a physical thing.  I was jealous of the desire this guy has for his wife and her eagerness to be taken by him.

These two changed positions numerous times giving me views from every direction.  When he had her laid out on my console the second or third time, he asked me to pull out my dick and stroke, and when I did, he grabbed her hand and placed it on my cock.  He reached for his phone and took a picture of his wife stroking another man while his dick was simultaneously thrusting in and out of her.

At one point she had clearly cum which caught them both off guard.  Apparently she normally requires a lot longer.  I guess the leather seats of my truck and the excitement of a stranger helped speed things up.

The husband grabbed her hand and guided her fingers into her sopping pussy and then into my mouth.  This young lady was delicious.  I suspect that had I asked, she would have allowed me a taste directly from the source.

I got out of the truck and went to the rear door and opened it, then stood there with my dick out and began to stroke myself.  As he fucked her, she tilted her head to where she could watch me jack myself.  I think the husband was really turned on by seeing his wife watch me.

When I was ready to shoot my load, I let them know and he pounded her pussy harder as she watched eight thick ropes come shooting out and onto the ground below.  I feel like I had produced double my normal load.

I got my cock back in my slacks and got back into the truck where these two continued to go at it.  The husband apologized for turning my truck into a hotel room.  He then reached his hand to the front, unzipped my slacks and fished out my still throbbing boner.  He stroked me for a minute and told me that next time he wanted to try more.

The wife was adjusting her blouse and skirt and the I handed her a wad of twenties, saying I hoped she got as much out of it as I did.  When they opened the door to get out, the husband pulled off his shirt and wiped down the puddle of pussy juice from my seats. He told me later that as soon as I left, they got in their car and she finished him off. 

On my ride home I could smell the scent of the lotion she has warm. Some sort of coconut smell.  I was not worried about being late or my wife suspecting I had been fooling around, but my truck suddenly smelling like coconut lotion might generate a question so there I was airing out the truck with my windows and sunroof open, just to avoid any questions from my wife later.

That night when my wife slipped into bed after I had already drifted off to sleep, she reached over to fondle my cock. I was happy to wake up and let her ride my erection.  She had just spent time chatting with JD and by the time she mounted me, she was already soaking wet.  As she rode me to a quick orgasm, I kept thinking about how hot this young couple had been, changing positions, fucking, then stopping, him going down on her, her going down on him, changing positions again.  I know that there was a time when we were as active in bed.  I just hope those two don’t lose that magic.


The very first time we crossed the line into what has become a version of a polyamorous marriage was on New Year’s Eve back in about 1990 or so.  Perhaps it was going into 1991 or 1992.  In any event, this was at a time when my military job involved working rotating shifts and as it would turn out, I had to work from around 9:30 PM to 5:30 AM that evening. 

By this time in our lives, the conversations – the fantasies really – had begun to center around a specific buddy of ours.  He had separated from his wife and was living in an apartment.  He had asked me earlier that, if he could convince her, would I be open to letting him take my wife out for a drink on New Year’s Eve.  As it turns out, I had my teenage nephew staying with us, so logistically, there was no reason she couldn’t leave for a few hours and go.  I was game if she was.

The date was made and my only requirement was that I wanted to know details.  The details are actually pretty tame.  The went to a bar known at the time (and still to this day) to be a “Swingers” place called Shenanigans.  For readers in San Antonio, this was the original location behind Ingram Park Mall.  They stayed there for an hour or so and talked and then headed back to his apartment.  It should be noted that, I had told both of them individually that I was cool with anything that were to happen, as long as I got the details. 

When I got the call from her just after midnight to tell me she was home, I asked her if anything happened.  Her response was that, not anything like sex, but she would tell me about it when I got off my shift in the morning.  Long story short, they got to the apartment, laid on the floor and began to make out with her on top of him.  She felt his erection through his jeans and called it a night.

That was a positive step and in fact, it wasn’t even a month later before we had our first of a handful of threesomes with him.  And this is where the amnesia comes in.

Last night we were sipping beers in the hot tub boobs floating in view for any curious neighbors to observe and my wife was in a mood for answering any questions I had and basically, telling me any details I care to know.  As we were chit chatting away, the topic of nudity came up and the idea of going to Hippie Hollow, a famous nudist beach on the lake in Austin. This led me to recall that time I walked out on the back patio of our house, nude, with an erection, drinking a beer, and apparently the old lady next door got quite an eyeful!

She remembered the story of the lady claiming she saw me nude but had no concept of the context in which it took place.  I reminded her that we were having the threesome with this first guy and he asked if it was okay if he had a few moments alone with her.  Guys and their inability to get hard in front of another guy.  Anyway, she said she had no idea what I was talking about.

She apparently put our first threesome partner completely out of her mind.  It was not until I described the unique shape of his penis that the light came on and she suddenly recalled fucking this guy, not once but several times.  ((Okay, for those wondering, his dick was normal length but it was almost flat but very wide.  So imagine if you took a sausage and put a brick on top of it.  Instead of it having that round cylindrical appearance, it was wider from side to side than it was from top to bottom.))

Now I can’t recall every single sex session I’ve ever had, but surely I recall that I at least had sex with someone as opposed to not ever having sex with that person, right?  She recalled that New Year’s Eve but had the time line wrong, and she seemed to think it all took place prior to our kids being born.  I had to fill in the details of my nephew being in town and the fact that I did not work that shift at the time she was thinking of. 

I do know that the threesomes with the first friend ended soon because his divorce finalized and he moved to another state, and frankly, within a short time, we started the decades long arrangement with JD. Maybe she just put it out of her mind and JD was the first for her.  Who knows?

It makes me wonder if this was just a weird thing where, so much time has passed and it just wasn’t an important or memorable event for her.  Or maybe there was some trauma that caused it all to slip her mind.  Either way, once she recalled, she laughed about it and the shape of his dick.  So, trauma gone.

Guilt and No Guilt…

On the latest Savage Lovecast, a caller was saying that she and her husband had worked out the perfect sexual arrangement whereby they engage in kinky playtime with other couples or little open encounters with others.  They are open and honest with each other, never look down on the other person’s suggestions and such. Up until she revealed her problem, it sounded like the perfect situation.

So what’s the problem? The husband it turns out enjoys the fun they have but then feels super guilty after the fact.  He isn’t upset that the wife fucked someone else or anything like that, he just feels personal guilt for the non-traditional sex they have and he can only relieve himself of this guilt by going to Catholic confession.

I could translate this discussion to the fun times we have with JD, given that while my wife and I are completely comfortable with everything happening, perhaps we should feel guilt that Mrs. JD is not a consenting player in this game.  But we’ve discussed that and frankly, no guilt there.

My guilt is based upon the level of secrecy that I maintain from my wife with regards to this blog and the online friendships I engage in without her knowledge.  A friend asked, given the new level of openness in our relationship, why I don’t just come clean and reveal it all.  Have that uncomfortable conversation about the fact that I’ve blogged about our sex activities for years; that I’ve posted pics of her boobs or written posts where I have had negative things to say.

You will note that I don’t describe any guilt for any extracurricular sexual hijinx I’ve engaged in and there is good reason for that.  Simply put, as I’ve described here before, she knows to some extent that I do “things”, and she has repeatedly stated that her comfort level is best maintained if she doesn’t know.  So if I suck a dick, that isn’t something I will tell her about and I won’t feel guilty about it for even a moment.

This blog though.  It isn’t like a personal journal that I keep hidden on a password protected thumbdrive, locked in a box and hidden in a closet.  People who know my wife personally have read many of the things I’ve written.  Of course, we are each allowed to have our own take on the things we experience.  If two people go on a date, they each own their opinion about how the date went and as such, they each can share that perception of the events with others.  I own my feelings about our sex life but where I cross the line for sure is when I make the details of such a personal thing known to people who know her, and in such a public way.  I think anyway.  Surely I would be in better standing with my conscience if I only spoke to strangers who never had a clue about either of us.

But then again, have you ever shared details of your sex life with your spouse without his or her knowledge, to a mutual friend?  He has a small dick or she has a smelly pussy.  I mean, surely these conversations happen, right?

I don’t know.

I’ve had this desire recently to talk in person to like minded people.  With my wife engaged in the conversation.  I like the idea of attending a so-called Munch or similar meeting of sexual people where, the intent isn’t to hook up for sex but rather openly discuss the type of marriage we have.

I imagine sitting in a library meeting room or perhaps a private area in a coffee shop where, not unlike an AA meeting, we step forward and say we have a marriage that is not the cookie cutter normal one.  One where I openly state I’m bi and where my wife openly states she has a boyfriend who she fucks either with me present or without.  In my mind, other couples would say, yea, we do it slightly different, but we are not strictly monogamous either.

We could ask different questions – how do you deal with your children, neighbors, family?  The could ask us, does the wife like the husband sucking dick?

I don’t know what I would get out of such a discussion other than to demonstrate to my wife and to myself that there is value in sharing with others and receiving different views on the topic.

So I have a question, readers.  Has anyone been to such a group?