It seemed like such a simple plan. Go to the horse races, have something to eat and drink, head back to the office for some naughty sex to celebrate V's birthday. We met at my office and headed off to the track. We got there a little bit late and I stopped to add some money to my betting card which meant that we didn't have time to get our bets in on the second race but we weren't in a big hurry, there were still eight races to go. We settled in at our table to make our picks for the third race and order some food and a couple of drinks. We placed our bets and headed outside on the the cool and overcast day to watch the race. When V's phone rang I knew it couldn't be good news and after a short conversation she confirmed it by telling me that she had to head home almost right away because one of her kids needed the car. She was as close to tears as I've ever seen her. Our food had arrived so we ate quickly which gave us enough time to put bets on the next race. We both lost our bets and hustled out to the car and back to my office.
When we arrived at my office I asked V if she had enough time to come inside for a few minutes. V and I went inside and quickly undressed. This was a quickie of the first order and I set my phone alarm for 30 minutes. V took the challenge to get me ready in a hurry in stride after a few kisses she went downstairs with a vengeance. With V as fluffer I was quickly ready to perform in my role as birthday present cock. Her position of choice was missionary because she likes the way my curved cock rubs her just the right way in all the right places. Though we were in a hurry I used all my manly staying power skills to ensure that V came first. Dirty talking, nipple biting and a few other secret tricks that I can't possibly reveal publicly but which we can perhaps discuss some day over a beer or two. I did my best to give V a good hard pounding knowing the slap of skin on skin was something that could push her over the edge. I fucked her, she fucked me back and it wasn't long before she was cumming with the moans that I had become quite familiar with over the year since our first time. After a few minutes of snuggling the alarm jarred us back to reality and we quickly dressed and parted with a kiss as V hurried home to solve her family car crisis. Not quite what we had planned but a memorable day especially since it was capped off with a orgasms for all.
Monday, May 30, 2011
She said: V's Birthday Treat
It was my birthday and L wanted to do something special. He had several great ideas (he really does think of the most fun things to do!), but Mother Nature wasn't cooperating and it was still too cold outdoors to participate in many of them, so he asked me if I'd like to go to the racetrack again. We had such a great time last time that I readily agreed.
When the day came, I was happy to be going out - I certainly wasn't having an enjoyable birthday at home. I got up and made breakfast for everyone, tidied up and in fact interacted with each member of my household, yet up until it was time to leave the house at noon, nobody had even acknowledged that it was my birthday. I left and quickly realized that the car was running on fumes - once again the children had used all my gas and left me hanging. Already well out of my neighbourhood, I pulled into the next gas station I came to. When I went to pay, I realized that I didn't have my wallet with me and I was annoyed as I remembered one of my kids asking me for some change earlier - I guess when they took what they needed, my wallet did not get returned to my purse. While it's fortunate that I always keep some cash stashed away outside of my wallet for emergencies and was able to pay for the gas, it also meant that I didn't have my driver's license with me. I was already a fair distance from home and loathe to return, so I continued on. I met up with L at his office, and with a big, smiling "Good morning, Birthday Girl!" and an even bigger hug and a kiss, he bundled me into his car and we took off.
We decided to go to the same restaurant at the track where we were before. We liked it there - it was large and open and the food was good. It also had doors to the outdoors where we could watch the races in stadium seating or right down at the rails at track level. As we got seated, the second race was already being run. You may recall that I'm not much of a horse picker, my method up to this point was to pick the horse with the most interesting or meaningful name - something that amused L to no end. This time, however, I was ready. I had downloaded and printed the race program off the internet and had read up on the horses and had my picks ready for the first four races. Imagine how I felt when the very horse I was planning to bet on in that second race won! I was going to have a good race day, I just knew it!
We got a couple drinks and pored over the program to make our picks for the third race. I pulled out my program, but was so distracted chatting with L that I never even looked at it. When he stood up and suggested we go and place our bets, I got up too, figuring I'd remember the name of the horse I had painstakingly researched. We got to the betting terminal and as I scanned the name of the horses, I found the one. I placed my bet, then moved to the side to let L place his bet. L went further down in the list than I had and I noticed another familiar name and realized I had picked the wrong horse. L said I could probably change the bet if I went to the window quickly, but that was too much trouble and I left things as they were. L, as it happens, bet on that horse and guess what? It won!
While we were outside watching that race, my phone rang. Apparently, I had forgotten that I had promised the use of the car to one of the children and in order to avert a major crisis and possibly a disaster of great magnitude, I had to have my car home in an hour. WTF?!! I couldn't believe I had forgotten. Using guilt and playing the "birthday" card, I negotiated and slight concessions were made and as a result I managed to get two hours, but nonetheless, when I hung up, I was so upset I was nearly in tears. Here L had gone through all this trouble to do something sweet for me and now we had to cut the day short and leave! We decided we could stay for one more race and then had to head back to his office and my car. We quickly went inside, ordered some food and had just about finished eating when the fourth race ran. I bet a chunk of the remaining funds on the betting card L had given me for my birthday on I-don't-even-know-which-horse. Doesn't matter - the nag placed last.
We managed to leave the track with a fair amount of time to spare as we headed back to L's office. I was pretty quiet, I think - I was feeling terrible that I had spoiled the day he had planned for me. As we pulled into the parking lot, sensitive to my time issues, L asked me if I was planning to come inside with him. "If you want me to", I answered and he laughed and shook his head - of course he wanted me to. We went inside and quickly undressed. We didn't even have an hour. L set his alarm so that we wouldn't overstay and I fell into his arms.
We kissed and caressed each other and I slid down his body to my knees and licked the length of his cock. My hands were resting on his hips and he took them in his own and pulled me to stand, leading me to our blanket. He grabbed a condom and said that since it was my birthday, I could choose the position. He was rock hard, so I knew missionary would be good and said as much. I lay back as he covered me and slid in to the hilt. As the head of his hard curved cock rubbed along my g-spot, we both moaned in pleasure and more than once, he stopped or slowed down so that he could last a little longer. At last, he picked up the pace and I writhed under him as I heard the sound of our bodies slapping together. I arched as I came loud and hard and sent him tumbling over the edge too.
We lay together for a very few minutes, languishing in our replete state until the alarm went off. Reluctantly, we got dressed and packed up and I apologized again for having to cut our time short. I have to say, though, that in spite of how many little things conspired to make my day a less than happy one, a few hours in L's company along with some of his TLC went a long, long way to making it into a very special day, indeed.
When the day came, I was happy to be going out - I certainly wasn't having an enjoyable birthday at home. I got up and made breakfast for everyone, tidied up and in fact interacted with each member of my household, yet up until it was time to leave the house at noon, nobody had even acknowledged that it was my birthday. I left and quickly realized that the car was running on fumes - once again the children had used all my gas and left me hanging. Already well out of my neighbourhood, I pulled into the next gas station I came to. When I went to pay, I realized that I didn't have my wallet with me and I was annoyed as I remembered one of my kids asking me for some change earlier - I guess when they took what they needed, my wallet did not get returned to my purse. While it's fortunate that I always keep some cash stashed away outside of my wallet for emergencies and was able to pay for the gas, it also meant that I didn't have my driver's license with me. I was already a fair distance from home and loathe to return, so I continued on. I met up with L at his office, and with a big, smiling "Good morning, Birthday Girl!" and an even bigger hug and a kiss, he bundled me into his car and we took off.
We decided to go to the same restaurant at the track where we were before. We liked it there - it was large and open and the food was good. It also had doors to the outdoors where we could watch the races in stadium seating or right down at the rails at track level. As we got seated, the second race was already being run. You may recall that I'm not much of a horse picker, my method up to this point was to pick the horse with the most interesting or meaningful name - something that amused L to no end. This time, however, I was ready. I had downloaded and printed the race program off the internet and had read up on the horses and had my picks ready for the first four races. Imagine how I felt when the very horse I was planning to bet on in that second race won! I was going to have a good race day, I just knew it!
We got a couple drinks and pored over the program to make our picks for the third race. I pulled out my program, but was so distracted chatting with L that I never even looked at it. When he stood up and suggested we go and place our bets, I got up too, figuring I'd remember the name of the horse I had painstakingly researched. We got to the betting terminal and as I scanned the name of the horses, I found the one. I placed my bet, then moved to the side to let L place his bet. L went further down in the list than I had and I noticed another familiar name and realized I had picked the wrong horse. L said I could probably change the bet if I went to the window quickly, but that was too much trouble and I left things as they were. L, as it happens, bet on that horse and guess what? It won!
While we were outside watching that race, my phone rang. Apparently, I had forgotten that I had promised the use of the car to one of the children and in order to avert a major crisis and possibly a disaster of great magnitude, I had to have my car home in an hour. WTF?!! I couldn't believe I had forgotten. Using guilt and playing the "birthday" card, I negotiated and slight concessions were made and as a result I managed to get two hours, but nonetheless, when I hung up, I was so upset I was nearly in tears. Here L had gone through all this trouble to do something sweet for me and now we had to cut the day short and leave! We decided we could stay for one more race and then had to head back to his office and my car. We quickly went inside, ordered some food and had just about finished eating when the fourth race ran. I bet a chunk of the remaining funds on the betting card L had given me for my birthday on I-don't-even-know-which-horse. Doesn't matter - the nag placed last.
We managed to leave the track with a fair amount of time to spare as we headed back to L's office. I was pretty quiet, I think - I was feeling terrible that I had spoiled the day he had planned for me. As we pulled into the parking lot, sensitive to my time issues, L asked me if I was planning to come inside with him. "If you want me to", I answered and he laughed and shook his head - of course he wanted me to. We went inside and quickly undressed. We didn't even have an hour. L set his alarm so that we wouldn't overstay and I fell into his arms.
We kissed and caressed each other and I slid down his body to my knees and licked the length of his cock. My hands were resting on his hips and he took them in his own and pulled me to stand, leading me to our blanket. He grabbed a condom and said that since it was my birthday, I could choose the position. He was rock hard, so I knew missionary would be good and said as much. I lay back as he covered me and slid in to the hilt. As the head of his hard curved cock rubbed along my g-spot, we both moaned in pleasure and more than once, he stopped or slowed down so that he could last a little longer. At last, he picked up the pace and I writhed under him as I heard the sound of our bodies slapping together. I arched as I came loud and hard and sent him tumbling over the edge too.
We lay together for a very few minutes, languishing in our replete state until the alarm went off. Reluctantly, we got dressed and packed up and I apologized again for having to cut our time short. I have to say, though, that in spite of how many little things conspired to make my day a less than happy one, a few hours in L's company along with some of his TLC went a long, long way to making it into a very special day, indeed.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
She said: Queen of Denial
From time to time when L and I are together, we discuss what is going on with other bloggers. Sometimes it's in the vein of "can you believe it?", but at other times, we commiserate with others in this community - when infidelity bloggers are caught by their significant others, we talk about how we can tighten up to make sure that doesn't happen to us; when our blogger "friends" are having problems, we talk about that too.
Recently, one of our blogger friends - someone whose blog we read, follow and enjoy - blogged about how frustrated she was feeling about how things were going with her sex life. As it happens, I relate pretty closely to this blogger. From things she's written, I see that we have very many things in common and to me, she feels like a kindred spirit.
We're both married to men with a lower libido and have gone years with no sex at all, only unlike mine, her marriage has happily survived and indeed gone on to be quite satisfying overall. She has recently become quite interested in male chastity and her husband seems willing to be subjected to those restrictions. While she enjoys the erotic nature of that type of play, it also causes a very unfortunate downside for her.
You see, the problem she's having is that he gets so excited when they are in bed, he often cannot contain himself (pun intended) long enough to satisfy her first. Once he's finished, then she feels that there is undue pressure for her to get off quickly and it completely kills the mood for her. To me, this is not so surprising after a long period of denial. L had some interesting ideas about how to combat this. I have to say that as outlandish as some of them sound to me, I really cannot dismiss them, as L has proven time and time again that he is a much better judge of people and analyzer of situations than I. I, however, had a few ideas for a different approach that I would use in the same situation that I would like to share.
During our discussion, L asked me how I would feel if we were together every day, but he made me wait a week or more at a time without having sex. That was easy to answer. I told him that at the end of that time, I'd be climbing him like a jungle gym! But on further reflection, I think I might also start to feel a bit resentful that we could only play when he said it was okay to do so. Furthermore, if I were really not happy about the situation, I might not even put much effort into the encounter when it did finally happen, preferring to just focus on my own orgasm and not be as concerned about his pleasure.
The point of this discussion however is not to judge or look down my nose at things that make other people happy - goodness knows L and I indulge in things - many we don't even write about - that many might find unpalatable. No...we wanted to help our friend with some suggestions as to how she could handle her situation; to perhaps provide new points of view that may be helpful to get things back on track for her.
1. My first suggestion would be to pull back on the chastity thing, even if just temporarily. That would provide her with an opportunity to work on a couple other items that are of paramount importance: libido and stamina.
2. There are as many ways to increase a lower libido as there are reasons for it in the first place. Assuming all is well medically and emotionally, one of the best ways to increase libido is exercise. Starting even a light exercise routine can make a marked difference. I know life is busy and it's often hard to fit this stuff in, but it could also be together time for them, going for a walk nightly, for example. According to L, blowjobs are also great for increasing libido. He calls them a "kickstart". Hmmmm.
3. I think much more frequent sex/masturbation would help with the stamina problem. Since she enjoys controlling his ejaculations, would it not also be control to have him masturbate a couple times a day? Masturbating and backing off when the feeling of orgasm is imminent is a good exercise to help focus on his body and to 'learn' to have more control. Used in conjunction with L's wooden spoon method, I can see this suggestion having value.
4. Desensitizing or numbing creams used during sex can also help to reduce stimulation to make him longer lasting. The last few times I've been in a sex shop, there has been a constant stream of men buying these creams, so they are clearly quite popular.
I know our friend is very sensitive about saying things to hurt his feelings and this is good. Good frank conversation, understanding and flexibility while working together on some of these items will go a long way. I hope that these ideas are helpful to her and that with or without them, she will be able to move past her frustrations and move on to something better.
Recently, one of our blogger friends - someone whose blog we read, follow and enjoy - blogged about how frustrated she was feeling about how things were going with her sex life. As it happens, I relate pretty closely to this blogger. From things she's written, I see that we have very many things in common and to me, she feels like a kindred spirit.
We're both married to men with a lower libido and have gone years with no sex at all, only unlike mine, her marriage has happily survived and indeed gone on to be quite satisfying overall. She has recently become quite interested in male chastity and her husband seems willing to be subjected to those restrictions. While she enjoys the erotic nature of that type of play, it also causes a very unfortunate downside for her.
You see, the problem she's having is that he gets so excited when they are in bed, he often cannot contain himself (pun intended) long enough to satisfy her first. Once he's finished, then she feels that there is undue pressure for her to get off quickly and it completely kills the mood for her. To me, this is not so surprising after a long period of denial. L had some interesting ideas about how to combat this. I have to say that as outlandish as some of them sound to me, I really cannot dismiss them, as L has proven time and time again that he is a much better judge of people and analyzer of situations than I. I, however, had a few ideas for a different approach that I would use in the same situation that I would like to share.
During our discussion, L asked me how I would feel if we were together every day, but he made me wait a week or more at a time without having sex. That was easy to answer. I told him that at the end of that time, I'd be climbing him like a jungle gym! But on further reflection, I think I might also start to feel a bit resentful that we could only play when he said it was okay to do so. Furthermore, if I were really not happy about the situation, I might not even put much effort into the encounter when it did finally happen, preferring to just focus on my own orgasm and not be as concerned about his pleasure.
The point of this discussion however is not to judge or look down my nose at things that make other people happy - goodness knows L and I indulge in things - many we don't even write about - that many might find unpalatable. No...we wanted to help our friend with some suggestions as to how she could handle her situation; to perhaps provide new points of view that may be helpful to get things back on track for her.
1. My first suggestion would be to pull back on the chastity thing, even if just temporarily. That would provide her with an opportunity to work on a couple other items that are of paramount importance: libido and stamina.
2. There are as many ways to increase a lower libido as there are reasons for it in the first place. Assuming all is well medically and emotionally, one of the best ways to increase libido is exercise. Starting even a light exercise routine can make a marked difference. I know life is busy and it's often hard to fit this stuff in, but it could also be together time for them, going for a walk nightly, for example. According to L, blowjobs are also great for increasing libido. He calls them a "kickstart". Hmmmm.
3. I think much more frequent sex/masturbation would help with the stamina problem. Since she enjoys controlling his ejaculations, would it not also be control to have him masturbate a couple times a day? Masturbating and backing off when the feeling of orgasm is imminent is a good exercise to help focus on his body and to 'learn' to have more control. Used in conjunction with L's wooden spoon method, I can see this suggestion having value.
4. Desensitizing or numbing creams used during sex can also help to reduce stimulation to make him longer lasting. The last few times I've been in a sex shop, there has been a constant stream of men buying these creams, so they are clearly quite popular.
I know our friend is very sensitive about saying things to hurt his feelings and this is good. Good frank conversation, understanding and flexibility while working together on some of these items will go a long way. I hope that these ideas are helpful to her and that with or without them, she will be able to move past her frustrations and move on to something better.
He said: Advice to the Frustrated
One of our blog readers who is also a blogger has written about her trials and tribulations with her hubby who - how shall we say it - tends to go off early leaving her with blue pussy, the female equivalent of blue balls. In order to help her with this vexing problem I will take a detour from writing my normal tale of sexual debauchery to offer Libidinous Man's tips for making your man last. As this is a common problem I'm sure other of our readers may find this of interest.
Tip 1: The Wooden Spoon Method
Keep your eye on him and ask him if he feels like he is close to cumming. If he answers in the affirmative rap gently but firmly on the balls with the wooden spoon. This will generally dissuade him from spilling his seed too soon.
Tip 2: Multiple Gloves for Love
Friction is your enemy. Have him wear two or three tight condoms. I find that a tight condom prevents friction on the sensitive parts of the cock. Less friction means lasting longer.
Tip 3: Desensitize Him With More Sex
The more sex the better. Fuck at least once a day, more cumming means he will get used to the feeling of cumming and may allow him to increase control. Less excitement is better when you want a man to last longer.
Tip 4: Cage the Cock
A cock cage will help prevent the friction that is the enemy of lasting longer. I sounds harsh but you need to cum first. Cage up his cock and let him use his fingers and lips to satisfy you. Remind him that the cage is for his benefit too.
Tip 5: Go for the Twofer
It's a well known fact that men last longer after they have cum for the first time. The obvious solution is to wait the appropriate time and then try again.
Well enough pontificating from me. Perhaps some of our gentle readers have something to add.
Tip 1: The Wooden Spoon Method
Keep your eye on him and ask him if he feels like he is close to cumming. If he answers in the affirmative rap gently but firmly on the balls with the wooden spoon. This will generally dissuade him from spilling his seed too soon.
Tip 2: Multiple Gloves for Love
Friction is your enemy. Have him wear two or three tight condoms. I find that a tight condom prevents friction on the sensitive parts of the cock. Less friction means lasting longer.
Tip 3: Desensitize Him With More Sex
The more sex the better. Fuck at least once a day, more cumming means he will get used to the feeling of cumming and may allow him to increase control. Less excitement is better when you want a man to last longer.
Tip 4: Cage the Cock
A cock cage will help prevent the friction that is the enemy of lasting longer. I sounds harsh but you need to cum first. Cage up his cock and let him use his fingers and lips to satisfy you. Remind him that the cage is for his benefit too.
Tip 5: Go for the Twofer
It's a well known fact that men last longer after they have cum for the first time. The obvious solution is to wait the appropriate time and then try again.
Well enough pontificating from me. Perhaps some of our gentle readers have something to add.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Our HNT #27
Smooth or stubble? I like to feel both against my body - the smooth skin caressing mine a sharp contrast to the graze of the stubble over my sensitive skin. Which do you prefer? I can't decide.
Mmmm...I can still feel those nibbles and licks.....
Mmmm...I can still feel those nibbles and licks.....
This week marks the 6th anniversary of HNT! Head over to Osbasso's to
see who else is playing this week. HHNT, and thanks for stopping by!
Monday, May 16, 2011
He said: Bite Her!
Who'd have thought a few oysters could turn me into a ravening beast? We had stopped in for a few oysters and some shrimp at the same local restaurant where we had first met. I introduced V to oysters which she did not take an immediate fancy to, though she did like the jumbo shrimp. Then it was back to the office for some foreplay that involved me nibbling on her back. Well perhaps nibbling isn't quite the word to describe it. Maybe I did give her some little love bites but I swear I didn't break the skin and they didn't seem that hard at the time. V was enjoying it so much I guess I got a bit carried away. Only later did the full extent of my toothsome pursuit become so glaringly obvious. How many ways can you say oops and I'm sorry? I think I found them all that day. Luckily I didn't notice the marks until after I had given V a good banging. When she cums she tends to get a bit relaxed and mellow which is a good state for telling a woman that she has to wear high collars for a week.
The camera made it look worse than it did to my eye. Now don't you go and say that's only because I was trying to minimize my culpability in the whole affair. I'm not trying to suggest that it was V's fault because she has too sensitive a back or anything like that. Well, maybe I am - I really didn't think I bit her that hard. I think it's the fault of my strong manly jaw. Well no matter, the upshot is that I am going to limit any love bites to her posterior in the future and we can put this whole embarrassing incident behind us.
I think it is important to note that even with the unexpected developments on the day in question we still managed to have two sessions of mind blowing, orgasm inducing and moan producing sex that day. We certainly know where our priorities lie.
V suggested I include a picture so you can see how terrible I was, it's a late addition but here it is.
The camera made it look worse than it did to my eye. Now don't you go and say that's only because I was trying to minimize my culpability in the whole affair. I'm not trying to suggest that it was V's fault because she has too sensitive a back or anything like that. Well, maybe I am - I really didn't think I bit her that hard. I think it's the fault of my strong manly jaw. Well no matter, the upshot is that I am going to limit any love bites to her posterior in the future and we can put this whole embarrassing incident behind us.
I think it is important to note that even with the unexpected developments on the day in question we still managed to have two sessions of mind blowing, orgasm inducing and moan producing sex that day. We certainly know where our priorities lie.
V suggested I include a picture so you can see how terrible I was, it's a late addition but here it is.
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