HNT

Well the cruel truth about expectations is that can play tricks with your mind. We had a lovely weekend, not much hanky-panky, but all and all a good time. The mountains were covered with a new batch of snow, and the drive to the venue was worth the price of admission alone. Half-naked is always worth it with VSK, even on the weekend. Have a good one yourselves!

Belated present

For a friend. And anyone else who'd like a little gift today.

HNT preparing

VSK and I have matured. Usually the drama of arranging some free play time become sorta an obsession for me which is not really the turn-on a guy would hope it to become for his partner. Especially a partner who works a bit too hard and comes home wrung out like a carwash shammy more nights than she don't. The fun thing this week is that by not talking about our upcoming outing we get to communicate on another level that makes us both pretty dang horny and the sex hot.



This blog has become more about pics than thoughts and that is OK I guess but I'm more impressed with those writers out there who are documenting the internal processing of a functional infidelity in a committed relationship. There seems to be an undercurrent of "let's not talk about anything serious-show us the titties" which when you're hungry for comments or hits becomes sort of a cruel mistress. And there should be as few rules as possible when your doing something as out of bounds as this blog. I found as well that I must have been breaking some linking rules adding those blogs I think are good without a formal invitation and if I've po'ed anyone by doing so I apologize. I didn't read the rule book. I hate fucking rule books, in case you wondered.



Well, back to the pics then. This one fits the preparing for the weekend theme. Happy happy, joy joy!

The Future is Unwritten

Update: all is well, we are just lazy.

VSK did a nice thing and wrote the last blog entry. I've noticed that what is missing from our blog is the tension that comes from the mystery behind those stories where you get to hear about all the events which lead up to the grand finale of poly fun play in the end. I know that a lot of visitors of this blog enjoy looking at VSK's assets and all, but frankly I think that it would be nice if I told a story about our play from the perspective of the buildup to fruition. We rarely plan to play around but a recent positive development of events has allowed VSK, Playmate and I to anticipate actually having the time and place to go and have some fun together. It will be unusual and perhaps momentous for all three of us to have such a moment where we can freely do what we often dance around the edge of. I do love watching Playmate and VSK. I plan on taking every liberty in describing the ravishment coming soon.

She finally writes again!

Hi Everyone, VSK here. I have been so remiss in writing anything here for too long. Why? Because my new job is KICKING MY ASS! Oh and the fires didn't really set the mood either. So, now I will share just a small story from a few weeks ago when I kind of woke up and said "Where....where am I? Oh it's a little cold, I'll just sleep a bit more." When I awoke later and slowly focused my eyes, I realized I was outside, wrapped in a blanket, missing my clothes, at least I was in my own backyard under the gazebo. What happened that night. Well, let's see. Wine tasting that turned to wine drinking. Then over to one of the fellow taster's place for some dancing (see earlier blog w/dancing pic) and, oh surprise, more wine. Then over to the home of some other folks from wine tasting , where apparently keeping my dress on was not so easy, and the men had silly smiles! Hmm, maybe I should quit the day job and . . . naw, it's more fun when its not for work. Then to our house and the Jacuzzi and . . . well, there was the usual grab ass and some kissing and fondling, and then ... I woke up. Too much wine I say. Witness fell asleep with a new friend inside the house, she is sweet, but, unfortunately, "just a friend." The next morning we gathered a varied of items--shorts, shoes, a cell phone, a wig, a mexican wrestler mask, and clown hair. What a wild time we must have had. Everyone safe and hungover. It is good to get mindless every now and again.

Now I am excited about an upcoming little trip. Going to see a couple of favorite bands with VSK Witness and Playmate, thinking about getting a room for the night (there is a bit of a drive). I'm sure I could do something to distract our friend from the woes of his burned out neighborhood. It would be good to be just us three without the distractions of children, pets, phones, you get the picture!

Speaking of pictures. I best get posing. Take care all of you.

HNT: Wednesday night reprise

"Candles will work?"

"Yeah candles will work." VSK lit three and I took the comforter off the bed and laid it neatly folded in half on the floor. I threw four pillows on the comforter and told her to take her clothes off.

"Knell on the pillow" I said, instructing her to face the floor length mirror at the corner of the room, where I had placed the comforter. She did and immediately assumed all fours, knowing I planned to enter her from behind.

"No, sit up." I helped her to a kneeling position. She obliged as I offered my cock, lubing me up as I pulled her hair aside to watch her work. The candles offered up their flattering light, her skin luminous in a warm peach glow.

As she positioned herself with her face in front of the mirror, she pulled her hair aside so I could see her face. I entered her, then we repositioned, and finally one leg bent at the knee and one foot on the floor I straddled her ass and gained purchase. On her elbows and knees I could see her breasts pressed against a pillow, her mouth curled in a slight smile. She was acting for me, being the vision so I could have my moment of visual feast, her body turned so I could only see my torso and her body laid before me as a meal. Faster, slower, deeper, we settled on a motion.

"Your beautiful." She smiled. "You feel hot," she said, my cock was straining now. When she talks while we make love its rare that she comments on the action. She does it as a favor, but she likes the power it brings. She mentioned what would be next, she could feel me spurt. Satiated for now, I collapsed next to her. We laughed at how tired we were.

"Doggie style takes more energy." I offered. "Was that tough on you?"

"I wouldn't tell you if it was." She's a bit of a martyr, but I'm not complaining. Sometimes her gift to me is what I must allow her. We play our roles as well as we can.

Does she solve something for you?

After going blah for a while I may have chased off some of the visitors of this blog. That's a shame because no doubt some of the folks who visited did so for puerile self-interest. And I'm thinking that's the audience I'm looking for in this post.

VSK and I had an interesting talk last night. If you look around at the fellows like myself who show off their wives on the net, there is usually a period they go through whereby they ask their readers to "show" how much they like what they see. I asked VSK if she would like to get some communication from her admirers. She said yes, but she doesn't just want to see cocks at attention whacking off to a screen shot of her ass. (I mean, that wouldn't be the worst thing a guy could do . . .) Anyway, what she likes is to read things. Fantasies, scenarios, sensual and please not crass things. Any takers? The email address is in the profile. I plan on rewarding the submissions with pics that won't be posted here. Sounds fair, right?

(If I implied in the above that VSK is only interested in male comment, rest assured that any commentary from the finer sex is very very welcome.)

HNT? Close enough

What makes a picture erotic? Or what makes good porn good? Seems to me a picture is like a puzzle and the mind of the observer is a piece that either fits or doesn't. You look at the pic and your brain says "that fits." Or I could fit into that. Here is a shot of a shirt that VSK fits into, pretty nicely. I'm usually so focused on her rear that I forget these peaches. But they are speaking to me in this shot.

Green shorts

As promised, I tried to get a shot of VSK in the green shorts. Blurry but acceptable. The amazing part for me after viewing these pics is that I didn't fuck her silly after finding her this way. Kitten needs her sleep that's for sure. No fun playing with a grouchy cat.

Burned out Thursday

Just an update. We've been on a bit of a down slide as far as our efforts towards this blog. And besides that, the gods have tried to burn down the damn town we live in. Ya may have heard something about it in the news. All is well by us, sometimes it just seems like you have to take a break and reload and we are reloading. Thank goodness we are not going to have to be rebuilding. We know some folks who are going to have to do the latter.

One salacious tidbit. Watching the movie "Night of the Iguana" last night, VSK was wearing no panties and I found myself enjoying the easy access as we watched Richard Burton cavort and kvetch with Sue Lyon, Deborah Kerr and Ava Gardner. The movie was immensely entertaining, and while our friends were sitting on the nearby recliners they didn't get that VSK was orgasming from my ministrations while we were watching. Our fire evacuees crashed as did VSK, and I went upstairs and rather roughly pounded her. She wants it rough every once in a while. The bad air may have had something to do with it, or perhaps it was the vodka tonics. I'll try to have VSK pose in the green shorts she was wearing last night. Or out of them.

HNT: wigged out

VSK and I had a mildly ridiculous time last weekend. I asked a friend if she minded my wife giving her husband a lap dance. She waved me off with a hand and this bodes well given my lust quotient for this particular blond beauty. VSK had earlier in the evening put on a wig even as she kept pulling her dress off, something she did for each of her lap dance victims during the evening. She'll probably give me grief for this photo choice, but she actually looks good in dark hair, something that surprised me a bit given her complexion. I've begged her to go black with bangs. She'd probably rather bang a . . . never mind.

HNT

Ah, it gonna be a red ass day. That's a good thing. Right? The decision to post this pic certainly took a lot less time than it took to make the wardrobe decision on this fine day. VSK hates clothes, in case you didn't notice.

No time for fun

Judging by the numbers of posts I've made over the last few months, nothing much has changed around here. I get 7 or 8 out per month, and the nice visitors of this blog kindly leave a few comments and encourage me to show my naked wife off. It feels like work, unfortunately some times, and I already have two jobs. Add that reality to our sex lives and damn if we have the time to do anything really interesting together. Maybe with nothing planned (although we had tentatively thought about a swing club visit for this weekend) we'll have the time to conjure up some wildness. And suburbia needs conjuring, if you know what I mean.

I noticed that no one commented on a sex pic I put in a few posts back. I guess this suggests that what visitors want is all VSK all the time. Cool. I get randy from time to time and I want to kick it up a notch. All I know is that whether the blog survives over the long run depends on the interaction between the fantasy/reality sexual lives of its creators and the amount of energy writing and exhibiting generate in conjunction with their sex lives. VSK puts a bit of a burden on my to produce posts, and frankly that is not what I signed up for. We'll see if we can evolve this space a bit into her perception on things in the future. I'm not holding my breath. I have been holding on to her a bit: last night was really nice babe!

For our textually disinterested visitors I give you the hindmost, as they say.

ANT

A is for All. As in I didn't get the half-nekkid pic ready for today and I feel I owe it to the viewers of this blog to have something, or in this case nothing, for them to view.

Check the profile out and drop us a line if you feel so inclined. Happy Thursday!

Pool beauty

Sometimes the pics I take of VSK stun even me. And to think I originally wasn't a fan of long blond hair.

Ah, there it goes . . .

VSK has so many attributes it sometimes boggles my mind as to which one I should share with this blog. Here's a shot from the archives that gets it done for me!

Flash/NoFlash

Back from my trip, the kitten made extra effort to pull me back into her lair. Our lair. Rowr!

HNT early edition

Gonna be on the road tomorrow so I thought I'd fire this one off early. VSK is too tired to care much about the blog postings and I sure don't want to add to her plate. She a dish, and that's enough.

I was sorta inspired to post this shot by a blog called http://hotelroomnudes.blogspot.com/

Big Love

The lexicon of our societies changing relationships is filtering down to our children. Between my lovely daughter mentioning that one of her friends is in a "polyamorous" relationship and my son asking me in a non-serious manner if his mother and I are "swingers" the kids do notice things, and not all of it is picked up at home. I asked my boy in return how he'd feel about his ma and me being as described and he said something to the effect of it being very positive. Yet I know that both his awareness of our ribaldry and his acceptance of are far from likely. Kids don't want to be singled out as being different, even as they want to be recognized for being unique and brilliant. Just like everybody else.

We've been watching the HBO show "Big Love" about the polygamous Mormon family of Bill, Barb, Nicki and Margene. The show is remarkably un-sexy, yet compelling in that it shows a family that is both oddball and illicit. It also shows a family that is loving and determined to do it their own way, consequences be damned. That resonates with me a little bit, maybe more, as I know that for VSK and I we don't want to be outed yet we will answer most folks honestly if we think they deserve the honesty. Not that anyone ever asks "are you guys in the lifestyle" but my son's question of course got me to think about when and if I should come clean with him. At 16 I don't feel like its time. We aren't breaking laws but then again we are not exactly the inward picture of propriety that we might appear to some on the outside. 'Course we aren't that far off either. The F-word in all its splendor is not unknown in our house.

Freedom seems to be something that exists only for those willing to break some sort of rules, and perhaps some sort of law. Many of the readers of this blog are really more interested in VSK's curves than thinking about anything like building a community of folks who refuse to submit to banality without a fight. Suburbia and its discontents is certainly a different blog than this but there are reasons why sexual experimentation is necessary in a world that is ruled by fear. Face the maw or be swallowed by it. And as much as I favor swallowing, I do not want to be only a meal for a world ruled by fear of the flesh. At some point I decided on writing things in here that were for more than titillation. Pardon me if I decide to hew to my better side. Back to the pulchritude on Thursday.

HNT

Hey, is this work appropriate? VSK has been known to wear this top to the office. 'Course I believe she adds a bra to the assemblage. I believe so.

Hats on for HNT

Some of our favorite bloggers, Hank and Peggy from "Sex in Texas," stopped blogging due to a break-up a while back. I'm happy to report that they are back in the saddle again and I think they should be commended for giving it the old college try and working to build a relationship. In the end, that's mostly why I started blogging and VSK started posing, to add a new dimension to our world. So this version of "she's on top" goes out to our Texas friends.

Who's on top?

All marriages, as far as I can tell, have those moments when its not clear who's leading and who's following. Certainly when communication is going well this is moot, all is figured out together. But even after a couple of decades VSK and I have those moments when we are not pulling in the same direction. It helps me to remember that in a lot of ways, VSK is on top. This picture is a visual reminder of why it pays to listen.

HNT

Another Hawaiian flashing pic. If you look closely, I think you can see VSK is flipping everyone off in this shot. In a nice way.

Pool Party

Saturday night turned into one of those interesting evenings that you can't plan for and only wish happened more often. VSK and I went to our local wine tasting venue down the hill from our house and chatted with the regulars. Some friends met us down there as well, and while we have basically broached the subject of a little cross-partner play, we've been taking baby steps given that our teenage offspring (from both couples) are always around. The owner of the tasting venue is a nice guy who I've gone golfing with and who knows that VSK has, shall we say, a very understanding husband. His new girlfriend happened to be sipping wine Saturday and she and I hit it off immediately. One hour turned into three and then soon enough all three of us couples where back at our house, and not much later there was a lot of nude or semi-nude folks in the swimming pool.




It has been hot and humid here and I think that the pool must have been close to 90 degrees. And that was before I had one or another of these two beautiful women wrapped around me as we took turns playing grab ass on this glorious night.


No, there wasn't any fucking going on, although I got a nice kiss and VSK managed to mouth a couple of cocks underwater, a tease she likes to pull partially because she knows it can only last as long as she can hold her breath. Things broke up around midnight and of course VSK and I had to consumate the evening especially with all that pressure built up in my male brain. Sunday we got some time alone and took a pic or two, of which you can see the results.





Last time we had a nekkid pool party was New Year's, and now its August. VSK likes to torment me as I complained that this was not a interval between events that I favored. Its great when you can find another couple to be relaxed with, better still when there are two. I'd like to keep the momentum rolling. We'll see but for sure we have crossed a boundary with our friends in a way that will make it easier to move things to the next level. And there will be some girl-girl activities likely to occur that will make for another glorious night when that day comes.

HNT

Been a while since we did a new shot for this special day of the week. Enjoy. We sure enjoyed the big island . . .

The Position

Whenever VSK and I are a little lacking in either imagination or energy, we assume the position or some version of it. VSK grabs the vibrator and I grab my cock, and more often than not it goes in her mouth. Basically she sucks away until she reaches that point where she can't hardly move any part of her body and concentrates mostly on not biting me while she comes. This is foreplay nine times out of ten. If we have some other frisson going then she might get a mouthful or I might fuck her mouth before mounting her or something different may occur. This has become our old standby and nothing in this world turns me on more than knowing she is nearing orgasm, and vice versa. I read an article in the New York Times magazine about couples therapy that suggested the key to a good marriage is to be a cheerleader for your spouse. So here's a pic of me cheering VSK. Its not the best lighted shot but imagination is a fine aphrodisiac.

Oh, one other thing. VSK got a off-line question about whether or not it was her in the pic with the two fellows a couple of posts back. No, but if you want it could be arranged I wager!

Check your baggage

Reaching for the vibrator. We checked luggage for a change, so the trusty device got to go on vacation with us. Which means it didn't get a vacation.

Back At It

When you spend a bit of time on the Sandwich Islands, you get to be rather languid and serene and the things that antimated you to go separate from the things you feel like doing. The sex ideas I had before the trip mutated into something less compelling and kinky, not that we didn't have quite a goodly amount of coitus during our visit. The way it works for me in Hawaii is that I generally go insane about day 2 or 3 of the vacation and then I settle down and let things fall where they may. They fell quite well but obviously those ideas of posting new and interesting visions of VSK for all to see went straight to hell. I've got a couple of new pics and I also have a damn computer that will not let me put the images from my camera to my harddrive. Joy.

I have been writing some porn that merits the light of day but I want VSK to add her touches and then maybe we can enact some parts of the story to illustrate and otherwise decorate my puerile fantasies. And one of my fantasies is to get some new and better technology so I can more easily update and share our freakish world. Anyway, new pics soon, I promise.

Lastly, I cleared out most of the porn I had collected under the aspices that it 1) looked like something I wished I was a part of or 2) looked like VSK. File this pic under "it could have been you honey, want to tell me what happened?"

Going mobile?

We have been remiss for not updating this space. Tomorrow we go "Aloha" and we'll see how technically proficient we can be. We'll try to post and maybe we can get some local flavor into it. Or maybe we'll just bring something back to show you-all next week. Stay tuned . . .

Facedown Friday

Ah, getting ready to go to a wedding, and a work trip and a vacation and where is the damn camera anyway? I'm lacking in new material, but then I find a little chestnut here and there and figure, what the hey, this will work. VSK has been rallying lately and we've managed to knock it out four times this week I think. The sex we had last Sunday was pretty hysterical in that we are both suffering from various sporting injuries. Geriatric sex. Its hard to get into some forceful fucking when you have a groin pull, let me tell you.

Memories, fantasies, and the blahs

When VSK and I started openly playing around, I found each interlude almost endlessly diverting in the aftermath. The thought (occasionally the sight but often these liaisons were unchaperoned by me) of her with another man was enough to bring and instant rise and subsequent fall. One especially treasured moment I was fortune enough to tape as playmate pounded her as I waited in the next room. I ruined that tape listening to it too many times as its audio verity had such a lovely authenticity mixed with the withheld visual which so often seems to demand more and provide less than the imagination can conjure. She sounds as good as she looks guys.

As we now head into the weeks leading up to a vacation in Kona, we are both buried in work and distracted. We often screw in the morning, it being the only time we both have the energy. Making love would require such a block of time unobstructed by the demands of parenting, housework, planning for the rococo transportation needs of teenagers and their friends, and etc that we acquiesce to screwing. The Kona vacation was a completely spontaneous and extravagant brainfart I had no idea I was going to go for. We have gone to the same complex in Kailua-Kona something like 10 times. The first eight were paid for by my folks. And this time although the kids will be absent my dad and his little sister are going which will mean we we'll be timing our intimacies to the rhythms of others yet again. Self-inflicted wound: I invited my newly widowed father with the same farting brain that pulled out the credit card for the airline tickets in the first place. Ha. Ha ha ha.

Kona breeds fantasies and frankly I can't seem to live well without them. VSK will wax horny again based upon unknown fluctuations in the local pheromonic index (hey, I invented a new word!) and it will be great. For some reason I seem to cum harder nearer the equator or maybe its just the humidity, and the two of us can get back to a level of intimacy closer to my unrealistic ideals. Perhaps she'll find a couple or a fella to flirt with in the pool, maybe the gods of wild sex will decide that its time for us to get a free pass into gooey nirvana. Or perhaps not. Worse case scenario is a pretty good scenario. And the memories still linger. Along with a couple of pics.

Leftover HNT

There are some pics from the past that never made it to the dark light of this blog day so here's one that deserves consideration. And men, read the previous post and comment, I like hearing your pain.

A modest proposition

It’s been quite a while since I wrote anything even remotely story-like, even longer since I’ve engaged my pornographic mode of essay composition. I think it is interesting how the image can so capture the mind (usually male minds) and become the thousand words that do the work. I often enjoy writing, especially when I don’t have to do it for money or school, so I am a bit surprised at myself that I haven’t found the impetus to churn out a useable batch of words for this blog. I’m forcing myself this time. Which can be just the ticket when it comes to VSK.

I’d bet that while the community of people who read this blog and blogs like this are not exactly average, most of the men who live in this world small or large have experienced the societal affliction of masculinus initiativous, better known as begging. No matter how progressive our partners may be and no matter how many toilets we may clean, I would propose that every man has had a relationship or at least moments in his relationship where he had to initiate nearly every sexual congress and romantic interlude. Now if this sounds like complaining, it is. Well sorta, but as a fellow who shares with his partner a vast array of stimulating “extras” I find that complaining itself is a no-no if wild sex is the goal. So officially this is not complaining. This is observing.

VSK is a very forgiving creature and even in those moments when the words “Dutch Oven” escape my lips she finds a way to put up with my ranting observations and off-beat high-jinx. But our relationship is not so different from vanilla America’s officially monogamous and missionary ideals in that we battle for turf and validation in our 20 plus year marriage. As we have matured the sublime nature of our jockeying for position has become nuanced and humored. Raise my voice with just a decibel or two of extraneous volume or add too much aggressive timbre and . . . well there is always tomorrow. And regardless of my boorish and oafish moments there are the real and ubiquitous distractions of modern femininity like “have the kids done their homework?” and “what’s for dinner?” As if my buying yet another carne asada burrito and chicken quesadilla wasn’t enough of a contribution to the energy we can then devote to the fucking. Regardless I am going to have to ask for the boning. As most men do, I chauvinistically assert.

Seeing these words on the page I guess I am just a pig and I should not only cook dinner, do the dishes and give a foot massage before I can hope that she’ll don one of those semi-expensive garments we just got in the last two posts and beg me to bring it too her big time. She’s a peach and the fact that nearly 27 years into this gig (most of it married and under the same roof) she still countenances being nailed 2-7 times a week is surely enough. Ah but to dream of those sweet moments when she comes on to me when I am actually ready to have sex and not just standing in the parking lot of the auto body shop thinking about how much fucking money and time I am pissing away because of my daughter’s faulty application of breaking force. Hey, I need to be romanced too! Hopefully it’ll be somewhere where it is acceptable to pull my pants off without fear of arrest.

I love you honey. . .

Vanilla Cream

Well we missed HNT and we are still floating around somewhere in our own minds because of vacation and the mental processing of teenage driver learning curves, but due to a pleasant set of circumstances we ended up alone (!) in our own house on a Friday afternoon with nothing to do but play. The blurriness of the images has to do with my inability to stop jerking my dick while I took these. This is another of those lingerie pieces from our Pacific Northwest trip and this little number's color is appropriately described as "vanilla." As in: it causes the production of "vanilla" cream.

Vacation Blues

VSK the kids and I had a near perfect vacation in the Pacific Northwest last week. River rafting, hiking, sight-seeing, great meals and silly fun with my best friend's family. I say near because the one thing you don't get with these two family vacations is privacy. And without privacy the side of us you see here is somewhat muted. Hey, we had some pretty winning moments although the damn bed we had squeaked like a mouse army. The highlight as far as these things goes was VSK and me visiting a upscale lingerie store in Portland. It was great fun as I got to sit in a nice comfy chair, drink wine and have VSK change into about a dozen different outfits. This is one of the winners that came home with us.

HNT 3

I'm not much for following rules or even reading them, so I hope I am not breaking any by posting more than one pic on HNT day. VSK was half awake and so she just pulled her shirt over her head. I thought the blinds were a nice idea.

Phone sex

I took a little jaunt up the coast by myself this last weekend. Being apart from VSK can work as a bit of an aphrodesiac. My head immediately goes in the gutter after about a day and then I'll call her and ask what she's up to. Sometimes she calls me and does the same. Saturday night we had a tame call as I was occupied with entertaining some friends. After they left I couldn't help myself and I called her back. During call one she had been in the jacuzzi sipping wine and when she answered the phone the second time she was in bed. Buzzed. But not from the wine.

What makes having sex on the phone interesting from my perspective is that it is dependant on sound and imagination rather than sight and sensation. All obviously play a roll whether your lover is in front of you or hundreds or thousands of miles away, but the habits of a quarter century of sex tend to funnel into certain directions and for whatever reason we are not as verbal as I think we once were. When you can read someone's most subtle inflections, you don't have to make a lot of obvious verbal confessions. Still I think men, myself included, get a bit of a charge off of women verbalizing what they want. Sometimes VSK likes to by tied up, and in a way I think that having her confess some sort of desire ("cum in my pussy" or "fuck me in the ass" or simply "yeah, right there") is rare and a delicious moment of analogous surrender. The majority of our sex is actually of the vanilla type, historically, and we don't have some sort of fetish that must be in place for us to knock one off. Variety is the spice of keeping a sex life alive after all these years. Flexibility is the ability to have variety.

Whatever I got her to confess on the phone this time got her off as she buzzed away and I described kinky fantasies of a gooey nature for her entertainment. When I got home on Sunday I got a stunner of a bj for father's day. I know, I'm not her father. I'm her daddy.

Happy HNT

I had to fiddle with the backround a bit more than I would like but I'm thinking I know at least a couple of cowboys out there might like this one . . . VSK gave me a lot like this to chose from so I'll fire off a few more like this soon.

Warmth

We've gotten a lot of nice comments over the last few entries and now as we move into the warm part of the year I can only imagine what a fun time lies over the near horizon. It is heartening to be in the place we are now in our relationship and to read the words of others who are experimenting and thinking about what it means to be in a serious dialogue with what works to keep the fires burning in a modern love. The Founding Father's average marriage lasted about 15 years, mostly because childbirth was a heck of a lot more dangerous to the health of women than it is today. And its no cup of tea today either.

19 years ago VSK and I had a son who only lived for four weeks. And it was during the tough times in the weeks, months and years after losing him that we had to commit to parenthood in a way that many of our fellow marrieds luckily have not had to. I was not so sure I wanted to join the reproductive circus after losing our first child and it was the singular conviction of VSK and her commitment to have kids that taught me the first and most central tenet to our relationship: support her dreams. I have followed VSK for much our time together and its been worth it everytime. I bring a lot of stuff to the table, some of which might be better left on the floor, but by and large what she has is pretty magical and I trust her completely. We have great kids now, and as you can tell we have a pretty great time together.

None of this has come easily or without tremendous willingness on both our parts to struggle forward with what is really inside of us and at the risk of being destroyed to continually evolve and embrace change and growth. For us it was that or die. We fight a bit, but we fight fair. And we learned when we had lost everything that anything that gets you through the day and night is a fair game. Let the summer games begin!

Queens for Summer Fun

Catch a free listen of the new Queens of the Stone Age cd. It doesn't sound like anything else out there right now. This is a good thing. I don't pump bands as a matter of course because most bands that are popular now are not worth it. We all need some fantasies. Musical ones are a big part of the phantasmagoria that makes life click for me. Besides, QOTSA seems to not give a fuck what anyone thinks. That is a big step in the right direction.

And a little more

VSK and moi are trying to figure out what we want to write about next. For now we'll post another pic or two and hope by Thursday we can create some new material. We had a lovely weekend and screwed the heck out of each other. Thanks for the comments! I'll keep the gritty pics coming.

HNT

Lingerie by Agent Provocateur. Body by VSK. Crappy photos by moi.

Holding pattern

So after another rather amusing weekend fooling around with "playmate," both VSK and I feel like we are sort of tired with trying to play with people who are hiding from themselves as much as they seem to be having fun. I mean I hold our friend in very high esteem for a lot of reasons, but one of them would not be the arrangement he has with his wife. While she "knows" of much of our behavior and condones and has even encouraged it, the lack of transparency is a buzz kill. I'm sure we'll spend many an evening playing around and enjoying it, but it gets to be sort of a lame dance at times. My lovely VSK makes it easy for her men, it would be nice if they reciprocated.

Men are a problem, no doubt, in the whole world of sex blogs and hot wives and whatever. I have noticed that many of my favorite bloggers have expressed some frustration with the fact that not enough women in these types of relationships participate in the creation and dialogue that takes place in this realm. This blog has the same problem to some extent. VSK likes the fact that she has found a bunch of rather interesting and nice folks to interact with, and knowing that you are not alone is central to setting yourself on a road less travelled. I hope that I can convince her that her participation in the blog is what floats my boat and makes this space more than just a free pornography portal. Not that there is anything wrong with that. In that vein I will include a masturbatory image of a fuzzy nature. I am in her debt no matter what I do.

Mammo Friday (public service announcement)

So tomorrow my breasts will be handled by someone I don't know. There will be some awkard moments, maybe some tension, definitely some repositioning. Yep, it is time for my annual mammogram! Oh joy, you say? Well, I do fall into a slightly higher risk category, so it is well worth the experience. It is interesting to me how each radology center handles the procedure.

My first time the technician gave me a pretty pink gown (preheated) and escorted me to a private changing area. I came back to the equipment room and she very gently placed one exposed breast on the radiology plate, leaving the other modestly covered, and explained what she was doing every step of the way, carefully covering the exposed breast before manipulating the other.

My second time was at a different place where the tech said you can remove your shirt and I said now, right here? She gave me a look that said "Well of course, where else?" So I unbuttoned my blouse, then removed my bra and laid them on a nearby chair. Then she looked at my chart, said "hmmm" and taped a little bb on my right breast at an area we are keeping a close watch. She indicated that I should place my right breast on the cold platform, then she tugged at me like I was a piece of meat (or taffy) until I was positioned just so! When we were done, she indicated that I could get dressed and she proceeded then to tell me about how I would be informed of the outcome, etc. I was a bit discombobulated and it wasn't until later that evening, as I was doing a little strip for my man, that I discovered that little taped on bb.

The next few times were more like the first, a loving atomosphere, pre-warmed gown and platform, gentle touch. Fortunately, each result letter has shown no area of concern (although I do have "dense" breasts that may make reading a little difficult). Tomorrow I am off to a new place. I would find it very interesting to have a male technician. Would he handle my breasts differently? We'll see. Pictures, anyone?

Most importantly, to every one, get a mammo, keep regular on your recommended follow-ups. Early detection of any problem is best, I know, I have a friend who was not as lucky as me, but lucky enough to be alive.

Love to all.

VSK

HNT

Another from our garage series. Kinda blurry, but that may just be a steamed up camera lens. My editing prowess on these images leaves something to be desired. Still she looks good, no?