Call Me Vanilla Sex Kitten

New boots no panties

2012-01-05T20:25:00.000-08:00

VSK as cowgirl. Giddyup! Gentlemen, you can get your woman some fine footware from Nordstroms, do it online, and have it shipped to your house so she can wear them in the altogether. It is possible for an old dog to learn new tricks, and this is the proof.

2011 in the past

2012-01-03T11:42:00.001-08:00

I'm not about to make any New Year's resolutions for this blog. Making plans for the blog is the opposite of making plans for a sexy vacation. I will say this, been thinking about VSK's ass lately. We did it in the shower on New Year's day, then again, roughly, the next morning and again yesterday. We started in the lazy x position, that is, both of us not really wanting to be on top. Instead of rolling her on too her back as I usually do, I pushed her over onto her knees and we did it doggy style. Since we'd been having quite a bit of sex, I lasted longer and really had a nice time drawing it out. And she just got wetter and wetter until it her pussy was making those sloppy sounds. Mmmmmm.

The rough sex in the dark in the early morning hours was really fun. She plays the helpless little thing who doesn't want it but can't stop it because she really does want it and I play the sadistic ravisher who gets off making her admit she wants her hole fucked. No hitting but I do grab the hair and run my hands dismissively against her breasts and neck. She occasionally retaliates by pinching or biting. I have ended up with some nice marks. She knows if she causes me pain I will make it rougher and that adds a nice little frisson to the whole scenario. Mmmmmm 2.

Hope she gets off work early. Happy New Year, 2012!

Counting the days

2011-12-20T17:22:00.000-08:00

So I haven't written for awhile. It is interesting that over time, things that once captivated change into things that hold one captive. I've become more cautious and yet more comfortable with our poly life. We didn't get out much in 2011. We worked and worked and still the bills keep tumbling. The idea is that we bust our humps for a while and it will pay off in some fundamental way. By chasing the dragon of fruitful endeavors we have let our libido slip. But it always comes back.

A few weeks ago VSK had a nice little romp with a friend who she has been with many times. He'll come over and watch sports and if the moon is aligned and the alcohol is correctly timed, fun may ensue. Part of the hold up is very simply that we still have one kid living at home. And who knows when she'll show. Even if she did catch us in flagrante delicto she wouldn't be too upset. And she has put us through the ringer with her own "open" relationship and now budding lesbianism. She's a good kid. But we both want her to move out and find her way. Make that three of us who would like to see her move out . . .

VSK is free to arrange her own fun but she hasn't in a long time. I think that would be the next great thing as far as I am concerned. I've seem to get plenty of flirtation in 2011, if not actualization. I know it makes me feel good and connects me to my masculinity. I'd be grateful if on her next business trip she hooked up with someone or if she just made a date with our boy. Just go out and have some fun. But these things are, in our world, things that just sort of happen. She has just enough Catholic girl in her to make her think planning is a special kind of sin. As if sin were an issue.

We do have some plans for the new year. The picture above is one of the views I'll be getting. Only with less clothes. I like having something to look forward to. And there are many things I may not be looking forward to that will come to pass. Maybe is not a bad word. That way VSK has been handling my dick lately, maybe is certainly a good possibility.

Work can't suck my dick

2011-07-13T17:25:00.000-07:00

I knew that 2011 would be the year of work. Every year is, and it seems like every year it gets more fraught, more full of stress, more demands to do more. And the worst thing is that work conspires to steal libido from not only me, but my partners. They are two of the hardest working women I know, and not just in the bedroom. My wife VSK is a bit of a work junkie. Minx is now under a new larger hatchet, which is both good and bad. More responsibility. Managing more cat herds. Less time for what is really important. Which, to my mind, is glorious three-way sex.

One interesting development is that I find myself pulled more to the dark side of desire. I want to tie up VSK, and frankly torture her. One time I used saran wrap to bind her to a chair at the foot of the bed. Blindfolded, and with her hands restrained, she got very very wet. The last time I saw Minx we didn't have a lot of time so the sex turns into a quick direct exchange, which I like quite a lot. Pull of the clothes. Guide her head to my cock. Go to the edge, stop. Penetrate her and think about arithmetic. See if I can get her off like some bull. Fun. But few and far between.

This blog is technically alive, but obviously I don't tend it quite like I used to. Part of that is that in order to keep some space in my head to myself, I can't go dumping it out on the page. If I had more going on, fantasy wise, maybe I could blog more. But for now I'll just touch base every once in a while. And try not to think about work.

Bad kitten

2011-03-02T10:39:00.000-08:00

VSK was a bad girl last weekend. I went to a college basketball game in the morning and she went to our favorite watering hole with a friend. Thing is, I was surprised that the two of them had gone, pleased but surprised, and after the game I went to the bar to lick my wounds from my team's tough loss. I encouraged our friend to come back to the house with us. I suggested she might want to entertain us, or him. Her response was, "oh, that's already been taken care of." Good girl. Wait, bad girl. I like hearing about it but I am a very visual guy.

When we did get back to the house we didn't really get a chance to get started and since he'd already had his fun, he was quick to go home. Later, alone I felt that she needed to be punished for her cocksucking transgression. So I blindfolded her, put on restraints, hooked her hands behind her back and eventually tied her face down with her legs spread apart on the bed.

I pulled out our paddle and proceeded to whack her until she stopped laughing (hard to be a dom when they laugh) and then fucked her good with our robotic dildo, one that has an up and down and rotation as well as a clit vibrating hummingbird. At first she seemed to resist but when she gets going it pure lust as she lets that thing fuck her deep and well. The damn thing is complicated and you never know, especially if she's face down, what this button or that button will do but I hit the rotate button at just the right time and her ass changed colors as I jammed it tightly into her fuck hole.

I had started the whole bondage thing by fucking her mouth with my cock before switching to the robo-fucker. Now I wanted my dick in her. I found that I could pull her hips up and this jammed her face into the bed, which allowed me to penetrate her as I took pictures of the moment. Remember, she had been a bad girl, which she does from time to time without warning. She says my cock is fine by her but my friend's big dick must stir her up a little. I'd like to see him fuck her again but who knows. She a slut who doesn't always want to admit that part of herself. My friend, like many of my friends, can see her dark little kernel of whorishness. Its like she's naked all the time.

To punish her correctly required more. Anal play is not something she goes for very often. But lubed up as much as she was she didn't really have any say in the matter. I slipped my cock rather quickly up her ass and she cried out "no" as I started to pick up my rhythm. She couldn't resist but complained and for a change I just fucked away and laughed at her. I admit, it was as far as I have ever gone with her, basically taking what I wanted and not caring if it hurt her a bit. I loved cumming in her ass like that and plan to do it again soon.

The reward for correcting the wayward kitten has been a good week of fairly respectful behavior from VSK. I'm thinking weekly training sessions for a while until I have the kind of responsiveness I desire. She still needs to suck my cock all the way to orgasm. I'm looking forward to getting things straightened out with the dirty little bitch.

Still waiting

2011-01-25T09:03:00.001-08:00

The Kitten is out of town. I was just in NOLA, a place I had never been before. What a great town. Nothing like walking down Bourbon Street, having a hooker bump into you and say, "I'll suck your dick so good." No, I didn't. Wasn't even tempted a little.

The Minx has been on us to go to New Orleans for quite a while and now I can see why. Better than Vegas in that its way more personal. There's a big casino in town if you need that. But the music is everywhere and this visit was just at the end of the off season. Mardi Gras in coming if the complete debauchery is what you are looking for. But I got quite enough of a debauch out of my 3 days there. The French Quarter is alive and well.

My fantasy would be to take the two of them back some time. Its a perfect place for such tomfoolery. In my inebriated state, I show the guys (all married in vanilla ways) pics of the three of us and just generally for tits sake. I imagine they think I am crazy. I got into a nice conversation with a local who thought it hysterical my stories of wild sex and open possibilities. California is a very uptight place, it appears to me. There are many find places that believe in personal responsibility and the inevitability of wildness. With that said we back to Vegas in a month. Only this time its going to seem tame.

Waiting as an aphrodesiac

2011-01-06T10:32:00.000-08:00

VSK is time challenged. That is to say, her view of time is a challenge to me. Now while my dom side is mostly hidden from view, occasionally it appears. And I have found a useful and even delightful way of using it to address this time challenging behavior from her.

If I say, "what time do you want me to pick you up," she will blurt out an answer. Then, when I show, she makes me wait. 98% of the time. To be fair, she doesn't want to stand on the corner waiting for me for good reason some of the time, but often the wait is for over 15 minutes. I then have to be a good sport or we may have a little dust up.

The other day I told her that for every minute she made me wait, she'd get a whack on her ass. The good news bad news: she was three minutes late. So I got out the leather thwacker we use from time to time and made her strip before bed. I told her to put her hands on the bed and bend over. And then I proceeded to tease her for a bit before hitting her, not too hard but with a satisfying "smack!" As you can see from this picture, this is perhaps reason to wish for her to be tardy more often. Because when she gets a little punishment, I get a nice reward. Good kitten? Bad kitten?! Go ahead honey, I don't mind waiting . . . for this.

By the third smack she was ready to go. I do love when she is extra compliant as she'll arch her hips up to meet me in just such a slatternly way that its irresistible. I realize that she needs a bit of discipline or she gets a mite bossy and sardonic. She won't abide it sometimes so I have to be careful. She's no wispy lass, she's not afraid to throw a punch if provoked. And I just love provoking her.

I'll end by saying Happy New Year to any and all of you who stop by. I like not having to be a slave to this blog, and I like that it exists. Closest I've come to memorializing the things that happen day to day (more like month to month) in any form. Good things come to those that wait, and I've waited a long time to be where I am. 2011 is going to be a great year!

One plus one

2010-12-12T13:09:00.000-08:00

Its been three months since we have been three together. I would like to see miss Minx more often than that but how could I possibly complain given my situation? Isn't that the funny part of being so ridiculously blessed as I am? "I want more" is the American addiction. Lately I've managed to take the lessons of rehab to heart and avoided the jones. 'Course it always helps to see the little Minx.

Our play has become more predictable, which is actually a very good thing. VSK gets me going, mouth then pussy and then she hands me off to fuck miss Minx. Ms. Minx had forgotten her medicine so just to be a bit safer I pulled out at climax. VSK made some rude comment about where my spunk had ended up and I ended up between the two vixens, wondering if there was a way to bottle the delicious liquid moment.

I took some pictures and I'll try to give you the best of what I shot but every single shot was blurry. New camera and I are not communicating yet. I'll keep trying, I'm sure you don't mind blurry pics of the kittens. Gives you more room to fantasize. Less is more, one plus one. And one.

Hot and cold

2010-11-29T20:09:00.000-08:00

After a semi-disastrous holiday of family angst and not nearly enough alcohol, VSK and I got home in time to watch the Chargers beat the living shit out of Indy. And then the kitten needed something to stun herself out of her mind.

Fisting is not something we do very often but its a neat trick when you really need to have some neurons completely wrecked for the greater good of memory destruction. The Kitten wanted and I gave the full measure of the abuse she required. I am always amazed by what the human female is capable of when she is willing to let her hair come completely down. VSK was a blast, and I needed to get blasted. We both did.

Most of the time the reason why I don't write more here is because I am so busy and I have no new pictures. I tend to want to use pictures that I have recently taken. And finally, tonight I took the time to take some pictures. Kinda artsy but it captures her better than I say. Its how I see her. I guess you could say its always two o'clock when I look at her. And then I wake up and she's still there. In all her glory. Happy Holidays. Especially when every day is a holiday.

Its a wrap

2010-11-05T09:15:00.000-07:00

No, we are not quiting, although it would be hard to quit something that we spend so little time on. Sometimes its just not the first thing that we think about, this blog, and the stories we tell. More and more I'm thinking that is the right way. But its still nice to have an outlet for every once in a while.

Couple nights ago, we sat down to watch some bad T.V. and I thought, well, a vibrator can only make things better. VSK is addicted to her vibrator. If you offer it too her she will almost never turn it down. Moreover, when I went to plug it in she pointed out that it was better if I plugged it into a different strip, basically reminding me that this is something she does when I'm gone. By the second show she was on the floor buzzing away. Within about 2 or 3 minutes she is usually completely ready to go. I like to shove my cock down her throat as she does this, which serves two purposes; gets me ready an makes her even sluttier. I know she's in a state when she gets down on all fours. We have carpet that bites so we have to throw down a blanket or she be busted at work the next day with rug burns on her knees and in this case, elbows too. The view from this evenings activities was just what I needed. And the sounds that come out of my wife when she's getting it like this are such a delightful soundtrack. A couple hard slaps on the ass just to make the pony buck and its a rodeo. Finally, add the image in my mind of all the other guys who have rode the horse this way and its a cuck & fuck happening. Dandy fun indeed.

About a month ago I came back from a trip with an idea, like I often do and executed it to perfection. If you haven't tried bondage with saran wrap, you should. I guess I was inspired by Dexter or something. I put missy on a chair at the foot of the bed and put her bracelets on. After tying her to the bed I wrapped her to the chair. By the time I got to actually torturing her she was just dripping. Her clit was so engorged it stood out double its normal size and she couldn't hide it from me. I toyed with shaving her for a bit but finally I just needed my release and we ended up on the bed instead of tied to it. The shaving became a request demand from me and she's shorn her lips which gives her cooch a real outstanding visage. Highly recommended for proper pussy licking access and general slatternliness. I just got a new camera so I'll be photoing soon this new look.

Got some fun planned in the next month so I'll probably be back her sooner rather than later. Have a great one folks!

So we have been busy

2010-09-22T23:36:00.000-07:00

I love having two women to deal with, to woo, to make love to. At first blush, what man would not want such an bounty? Still our Vegas party was demanding in a way, and frankly I felt like I wasn't performing well enough. I'm supposed to be an unlimited amount of desire, correct? I'm supposed to always to be able to rise to the occasion. Super stud, that's me, oh yeah.

Oh such bullshit is not what I have ever been about. We partied very hard night one in the city of sin, on the 17th floor, on the corner, the perfect view of the world and what not. And I couldn't, didn't, wouldn't anyway I failed to be the stud that I was supposed to be. And the bitches, lovers that they are, could care less. Sorta. Basically. They waited, like the little predators they really are. Were. Can be. It was OK.

And then, back at the hotel room, the moment in bloom, my cock buried deep in the Minx, ms. VSK with a vibrator between her legs, egging my on I found myself so completely in the moment, so committed to the feeling, coming , that I was wondering if I was going to survive this orgasm because it was as if I was being pulled out of myself, gone to everything I assumed I was. Would this stop? This little minx beneath me, would she be a permanent member of my life, my hopes, my dreams? Shit if I know right?

As the normality of VSK and my everyday existence takes over, those few moments in Vegas recede and we go back to being normal folks. And yet I want them both, together, my women, working toward the impossible and being, in the end, my best friends in the world.

So yeah, we had some fun in Vegas. What else is new? Have a great day my friends!

Going back to Eden

2010-08-30T11:51:00.000-07:00

For the last, I don't know, decade or so I have been not only developing a rather different type of lifestyle, I have been saying, to anyone who will listen, that you don't have to accept things as they are. And VSK and I, and now Minx, have worked pretty hard and communicating and figuring out all the little packets of crap that have been infiltrated into our minds over the years about monogamy and what is "normal" and we've gone ahead and decided that we can figure out for ourselves what will work. And it has. And being freaks doesn't really bother any of us because in some way, we have always been freaks. Freaks are good.

A new book is out and while it might not unfreakify us, its a step in the right direction. Sex at Dawn is a new book of evolutionary psychology that bascially notes that from an evolutionary point of view, monogamy is a late addition to human behavior, most likely associated with the rise of agriculture. I won't spend a lot of time discussing it right now, but I do think I will in the future refer to this book again and again. But let me cut to the chase.

While I haven't read the ending, the authors suggest that we might be able to return to Eden, so to speak, avoiding the stupid traps of monogamy that so capture our agricultural minds. One sex therapist who reviewed the book seem to think this fanciful, as its all about the competition in society and hence, fighting for pussy must continue. Well, fuck that. Sharing is most likely going to be the only way us humans get out of the mess we are in. If it starts in the bedroom, far out. I'll be the Che Guevarra of cuckoldry.

2010

2010-08-25T08:50:00.000-07:00

I can't help but notice that there is something odd about this year. Perhaps its not just the year but some sort of year of reckoning that started for us some time in late 2009 but continues. We've lost a lot of folks during this time. And that is part of life, maybe a part that pushes us to explore what we desire with complete honesty. Full-on fearless. It is the only way to go forward.

VSK and I keep having interesting things happen to us on the play front. In a restaurant out of town we were having some drinks with Minx and noticed a couple watching us. We had borrowed a chair from them so we could sit together and the banter started. And pretty soon they had bought us some shots and VSK had leaned into the fellow. The woman, a lovely Puerto Rican lass nursing a 3 day old kitten in her lap(!) was very interested in our little menage. I mentioned to the man that we both had two pussies and the play was on. Minx is not crazy like us, and didn't really want to get involved with this couple. But the opportunity was there. I won't soon be forgetting her warm handshake as we left, her lingering touch warm and soft. VSK was all turned up and on and the two proceeded to ravish me once we got back to the hotel. The devoured me. Nothing beats teamwork.

VSK continued to ramp up the heat all weekend. We've been seducing another couple to the dark side and she got the mouthful she desired, although it took her a couple of days. I then proceeded to give her a second helping, which must have set some sort of record. And records, as they say, are meant to be broken. All it takes is team work. I can hardly wait for the next event!

So how long you been swinging for?

2010-08-05T10:49:00.000-07:00

Apropos of nothing, a very hot and drunk blond turns to us at our favorite spot and says, "so how long have you been swinging for?" And given that we have not done anything to suggest it, other than I had tolerated her running her hands through my hair, as had VSK, it was an interesting line. What was more interesting was that I just took one quick look at VSK and we started to tell her. Unfortunately, she had to run off because her ride wanted to go, but it was pretty funny. And now I think I have a line I can use in the future with other couples who we might run into and who are flirtatous and appear to have a sense of humor. Because they can always say no, and I can always use this story to back off the situation if necessary.

No need to go into a long winded reprise of why we haven't posted. Too much work, too much travel, too much time not on our hands. Here's some pics from last night's photo shoot, our first in a while. Sorry for the reverse order on the pics. Blogger is sort of a pain at times

Tighty Whities

2010-06-27T17:08:00.000-07:00

VSK and I were laughing our heads off today, because we realized that we need to practice fighting at this point of our relationship. She was burning up, probably more peri-menopause than anything else but it made the afternoon mighty silly. This morning she just lay there while I was fucking away and trying not to laugh. Little bitch! She wiggled her ass just enough to make me cum, which was her goal, I guess, that and fucking with me. We are on our way to Hawaii in a week and then some S Cal fun, some wedding, a Sierra trip and a Vegas trip in Sept. Fun is work. Don't be a pussy and spend all your energy making money for your corporation. They don't care for you like we do . . .

Enjoy the bad photo!

Boots back on?

2010-06-16T10:55:00.000-07:00

My last post threatened to be my last post but the comment by anonymous got me to thinking that my real problem is with expectations, not blogging. In the back of my mind was this comment I read somewhere that if a blog isn't updated every blank length of time then its dead. And I didn't want to be the owner of a dead blog. But almost dead? Like the scene (Princess Bride) with Billy Crystal. "There's dead and there's almost dead. Big difference."

With that in mind I started looking around and found quite a few interesting blogs that I hadn't noticed before and thought, well, if once in a blue moon is how often we blog, then so be it. I have always know I have to blog for me/us, and not for an audience, but as a writer I am very aware of audience when I write that is always lingering in my head. Getting back to writing from a more internal perspective would seem to be the key. Its worth a shot.

In our play world, a lot has been going on. We found a couple, or that is to say, we rediscovered a old pair of friends who, when we were much younger, we were very close to in a more traditional way. Now, like us, with the kids grown and most of the angst that goes with making a living diminished if not quite gone, we find that they think about things about the same as we do and crave the same things. Which includes swapping wives/husbands. Hey, works for us.

We just had our second WSW with them and its getting better with each experience. WSW, wife swap weekend, is the third derivative of all play experiences for us. MFF/FMF and MFM are both part of our history, and I do love them both, each for different reasons. WSW in no exception, it banishes the green monster that sometimes appears in FMF and seems a bit easier for VSK than MFM. MFM is really difficult so its really more like MF and M watching at a distance because if the M's are too close it might seem like MMF and that is a whole 'nother world. And not a fantasy I've entertained. Just sayin.

My crazy schematics aside, the fact that these friends also like sex makes it easy for our friendship to re blossom, as that is where VSK and I now stand. We like hanging with couples even if they aren't privy to our intimacies. We will sometimes meet a couple and there is that pause that says, "I wonder if they are swingers" and they might be thinking that too and we just let it slide because we really aren't into risking that just for the hell of it. But it seems likely that people know, and someday someone is going to ask us that question and boy will they be surprised with the answer, especially if our response, "are you guys?!" and their response "yes" lead to an interesting adventure. The world is changing. And not all of the change is bad I would say.

VSK really really liked her time with the Mr. and I have certainly enjoyed myself. As a cuck of sorts, I guess I fixate much more on what kitten gets than what I get. And she got a lot, including the opportunity to lead a novice down the garden path of playtime. I get awfully spoiled with Minx and kitten and the two of them basically treating me to whatever I want (and boy do I hunger for that) but its good to see VSK get nailed in just the way she wants it. Now I'm just a bit green, actually, and it feels good in a way. Makes my mojo jump. Pure energy at a time when I could use some.

Well, we are getting fired back up and this is the point of the whole sheebango. Staying fired up. In the words of one of my heroes let me just say: Good Times! Put those boots on and let's play.

About Done

2010-06-01T16:41:00.000-07:00

This blog has run its course. Of course, it could run for some more time, but I'm frustrated with it. When we started off, we were at the edge of a precipice, trying to push off. Well, off we went and its been very very useful to write and document where we have come from and where we are now. And that is just the thing, we are no longer much interested in taking naked pictures and getting the exhibitionistic fervor of VSK up and running. She and I are now more into seeing people face to face and just being ourselves to the extent that the people in front of us can handle it. And since we have a large circle of people who can handle it, we don't really need the affirmation that this blog once provided us.

Since we once had fans, and since I haven't posted for ten weeks I imagine they are all on to greener pastures now, I will delay for a period of time maybe a day or maybe a month ending this blog. We may decide simply to change it in some way that will give us more freedom to explore the new avenues that we now find ourselves upon. I would like to write and not simply show off VSK and while I have done that in the past, I don't see that happening here. Maybe I am wrong. Email us or comment if you think that you can explain to us why we should continue to feed this blog. Don't be worried if what you say is not complimentary: truth is preferred. If you just want to see more dirty pics, send us an email and make it personal enough that VSK might want to comply. I love her, but she needs to "man up" and take care of her own laundry as far as blogging goes. I'm done. I think. And I am really grateful to all of you who commented, lingered, etc etc over the last couple of years. I learned a lot, and now I am putting it to use. Good Times!

Cleavage

2010-03-17T08:42:00.000-07:00

It is getting to be that the hardest part of seeing Minx is watching her leave. We all have very normal, very busy lives that dominate a huge part of our existence, but the interludes spent with her and VSK are becoming what we anticipate that makes some of that normal drudgery tolerable. At the moment we have vague ideas about when we will get together again. And that can make the toil a bit more to take. But those moments do linger. And that helps a great deal.

My fondest wishes would of course be something a little more regular, but hey, I am not complaining. VSK, as the lead vixen in this two vixen world of mine, might like that, but then again, she needs to know that she is still the queen of all of my dreams. Which she is. But I need to proclaim it publicly from time to time. The two of them take off and do girl things, which makes me happy. When the three of us get together now it not just all sex and drink and rock and roll. Not all that. But some of that for sure.

As you can probably tell we had a delightful weekend and got to do most everything we had planned in our minds. The locales were interesting both at night and during the day, we did new things and old things and basically just had a relaxing time. The sex was less rushed, which made it better, more in sync with our days than controlling our time. Let's face it, I am a horn dog and if you put me in the position of getting whatever I want whenever I want it, I'm going to come damn close to killing myself. Or die trying. Something like that.

I'll invite the two of them to post about the weekend from their perspectives, although as they are both workaholics, I don't hold out a lot of hope for that eventuality. Have a great week folks and keep dreaming for your fondest desires.

Hot water

2010-03-11T08:04:00.001-08:00

When Minx and VSK first met, it was under some duress. A fortuitous stream of events lead to me introducing the two of them, and its fair to say that both of them took a considerable plunge to move things forward. VSK was responsible for developing a scenario, involving blindfolds and tying them together and to the bed that ended up making the whole absurd moment work. This also involved rather copious amounts of vodka. Necessary then but now, not so much. Its better to do these sorts of things with a clear head.

Both of the little kittens have requested a reprise. I look forward in the near future to again having them submit to whatever torrid cruelties I can conjure. And then VSK will switch and I'll have to endure her scratching on another post. Or so I hope. Should make for an interesting time.

Truss . . . t.

2010-02-26T15:12:00.000-08:00

It takes a lot of security to make a modern relationship work. The good old days weren't so good for women, and the smallishness of much of ancient life made privacy and fairness a rarity rather than a norm. It takes a lot for a woman such as VSK, who really takes no foolish shit in her daily life to allow me, in a fit of visual lust to put her ass on the line. Granted, the image I had in mind was even more humiliating in a way, with all limbs tied together as one. But I didn't want to damage her. As it was, I didn't really plan on fucking her for as long as this situation lasted, but she was purring and grateful afterwards. She's really not that much of a submissive, either that or she really needs more discipline that I'm comfortable dishing out. As it was, we reached that fine high place of complete connection, where every little movement speaks its flithy mouth and we end up screwing as gods. Or so my cock told me, drunk as he was, on her intoxicating quim. Have a great weekend!

Getting closer to Spring

2010-02-24T10:58:00.000-08:00

The beginning of every new year often becomes overwhelming with deadlines and work projects. After a while, that becomes a buzz kill that drives me away from my favorite activity, which would be spending time with VSK doing just about anything. Everything seems just a bit off-kilter. We got away for the weekend just past, but now I want more. We have a couple of fun weekend planned for the next to months, but again, I want more. I wonder if the kitten will be in the mood to play this weekend. Its kinda what I always am wondering. Will we connect with each other, or others or others and each other? When we go out now with other couples, straights and we're the keepers of a very wild secret, we sort of size them up and have a good time. But we'd like to have a bad time if you know what I mean. Here's to hoping something pops up this weekend. Or next. Or the week following. Soon enough we'll have Minx to focus on, and that always gets things popping.

Booty

2010-02-17T10:12:00.000-08:00

The footwear fashion of the moment for women seems to be boots. Part of this has to be about the weather, but there's something in the air besides precipitation. Are women today saying something about their desires with all these shin high heels parading around. I'm developing a bit of a foot fetish lately. If you don't spend some time examining female footwear, you're in for a treat. I did a lousy job getting VSK with her boots on, from a photographer perspective. But I did bend her over the bed and really have a good time with that ass of hers. I'll try some more booty shots soon.

HnT

2010-02-11T08:44:00.000-08:00

VSK was a little bitch this morning. She rarely snaps at me, but I kind of like it when she does. Because now she'll be a tad contrite, which translates to submissive. Its always fun when she submits. Happy HnT.

Fleur de Lis

2010-02-08T11:12:00.001-08:00

It should be mentioned that Minx is a southern girl and that having the Saints win the Superbowl is going to make her impossible to deal with in all football matters. VSK, before game time, said to no one in particular and everyone in general that "if the Saints win, I get a Fleur de Lis tattoo." She has, as you can probably tell, no tattoos. That is apparently going to change. There was much grab ass ery during yesterday's proceedings and it was decided that the left butt check was the leading contender in the location derby. Suggestions are welcome . . .

VSK takes pictures too

2010-01-26T09:54:00.000-08:00

I was giving VSK some grief this morning about not contributing to this blog. She claims that posing is emotionally taxing (ha!) and requires focus. I went through the archives and came up with these pics from her phone. VSK sends me pictures, and some of her other lovers pictures, to entice, tease, cajole, heckle and what not. So this is "her" contribution.

We have been frequenting a particular bar lately and making new friends. In fact we have become quite the scandalous couple, with our sometimes nearly exposed lifestyle slipping out after a few too many glasses of what ever special vintage is going around that night. So we play and the servers play back. Its fun and the cameraman topic comes up from time to time.

One particular couple who works there stimulates our interest quite a bit. Probably too young for us but its fun to fantasize. That teasing flirtatious nature in VSK works wonder on men and women too. I think this is how we distract ourselves while we wait for the next visit from Minx.

Finding people to share "libations and sensations that stagger the mind" has become easier over the years. I often read about couples new to exploring that ask, "how do you find people who we might want to play with?" The answer becomes a tautology with experience. Want the right people. For the right reasons. Communicate that honestly and the rest seems to take care of itself.

The next great thing

2010-01-06T16:20:00.000-08:00

When we first started "opening up" our lives as described in this blog, there was that palpable sense of discovery that makes any new relationship heady, and which drove a lot of the posts. If VSK didn't like exhibitionism, if I didn't find the thought of her with another man (or woman) exciting, if digital cameras didn't exist, then there would be no blog. A lot of the comments are simple affirmations of VSK and her exploits, and that does her fine. I'm satisfied with that too and any longer examinations of why and how and with whom that I make are often written because I just want to be able to savor VSK as well and for as long as I can. Thanks to all of your are in order, even lurkers, because you help keep me interested in posting. And while I am not a good blogger, that is an affirmation I'm glad for, as good bloggers are imho often too seeped in their dimension to notice some other dimensions. We all need to get a life.

All this said, I do like showing pictures that show VSK off. They come in a few flavors. Number one these days is certainly ass. Second might be VSK and Minx. It might also be VSK getting disciplined. Or it might just be VSK in some other pose. I've asked before for suggestions, but really, I don't need suggestions. VSK needs suggestions. If you want me to be a better blogger, you need to make her happier, not me. I am already quite happy thank you very much. So, as I plan to myself, plan on being more demonstrative of your appreciation of VSK, more suggestive as to her appearance, or lastly, more salty in your comments. It's all good. Thanks for helping make it so.

Blurry I know but you get the point.

Year End(s)

2009-12-31T09:34:00.000-08:00

Ah,that's too easy. Its been a very very interesting year, 2009. And 2010 promises to be ever more interesting. I've got a pile of major projects coming at me, like baboons on crack, that'll I'll need to dodge and weave through if I am going to make the progress I have in mind. We are planning several rendevous with Minx in the coming year and that does much to take the pressure off. So here's to another great year and more rear to come. Something like that. And happy HNT while I'm at it.

Oh, btw, the song lyrics are from Ian Dury. I'll come up with something less obscure next time.

and a little bit of that, ho ho!

2009-12-21T12:43:00.000-08:00

Can you tell me who lyrics I've been cribbing? Nah? Its OK, I'm feeling obtuse and a tad grumpy. VSK needs a good licking, and not like the one I gave her yesterday. Time to get out the paddle and let her know that I am displeased. Very displeased. She knows why. Its good to know that there are simple solutions to these yuletime problems.

BTW, if you can tell me who the lyrics are from (the last two posts) I'll send you a custom pick (your request, don't ask for the physically impossible or identifiable). Keep in mind this offer expires 12/25.

A little bit of this

2009-12-16T15:59:00.000-08:00

A quick jaunt to a big city. Blindfold Minx and bind her to a chair. Take off the blindfold and force her to watch as VSK sucks me, and then I fuck her mouth. Flip over my wife and fuck her so that Minx can watch me pound her, again and again. Don't forget to pull lots of hair. All this and more, but no cameraman. Oh, they say they want to but . . .

150!

2009-12-09T09:34:00.000-08:00

This post makes the 150th post on CMVSK. We have been crazy busy, but the upcoming months should prove to be fun and hopefully camera worthy. Here's an old pic, retouched. I have no real talent but the subject is full of something special. I think I'll keep playing with different pics from this series as it was a favorite. Bondage is something we play with more than rely on, but I know if I really want to make her a quivering mass bendable to my will, a little restraint and some spanking seem to do the trick. We get to see the Minx briefly soon, and I have a little surprise in mind for both of them which will involve all of the above. I could sure use a cameraman though . . .

HNT: Them Crooked Desires

2009-11-19T08:40:00.000-08:00

Well I must admit that I have been having entirely too much fun to bother much with blogging. This is how it goes. You start blogging because you want a certain type of experience, you fantasize about it, you plot, you scheme, you cajole, you take baby steps and eventually if you are just the right kind of monkey, you might actually discover some pretty cool stuff about you and your partner(s). The two felines worked me over pretty well and I returned the favor with some leather work of my own. Its pretty interesting how engaged VSK will get after a good spanking, eventually desiring more and more. And Minx is good with following directions (most of the time) helping me leave my darling wife perfectly wrecked and sated. Never planned this, didn't even really fantasize about the MFF triad much. Not complaining. Not a wit.

What's next? Well, a trip to Portland to see Them Crooked Vultures. It was cool that they streamed the cd in its entirety before releasing it, but its sonically a whole better animal if you buy the cd. And of course as an addict I'll have to get it in vinyl and download the iTunes because there are two bonus tracks etc etc. You really can't have too much good stuff. Really.

The picture above was from Sunday after the Minx had left and VSK wanted another spanking just for good measure. The one below is from March or so I think, promised in a previous post and now very tardily delivered. Enjoy.

no nekkid pic but

2009-11-12T15:59:00.000-08:00

I am a complete fan of all things Josh Homme. And Dave Grohl ain't chopped liver. John Paul Jones has joined these two gits and given us Them Crooked Vultures. Go. Listen. Free. The supergroup is back. Enjoy it while it lasts.

A year ago . . .

2009-10-29T15:55:00.000-07:00

Despite the best laid (ha) plans of VSK and myself, we just haven't done a good photo shoot for a while. I decided to look back a year ago and see if there were some pictures I missed. I mean, I know that there are a lot of good pictures that haven't seen the light of this blog, but I am afraid of duplication so I tend to skew toward trying to come up with some new shit. Ah, but the old shit is pretty damn good, judging by this shot. Hope it makes you shoot. Or makes somebody shoot you, in a nice way, of course. Happy Thursday!

By the way, I've got another in the vein if you want. Only a little closer and naughtier. (Pander pander pander . . .)

Just her

2009-10-23T08:36:00.000-07:00

I am a shitty pornographer. I promise I will try to do better. Here are some pictures as a first down payment on better pornography. You can make suggestions. I am ready for some suggestions. Now excuse me while I go fuck VSK silly.

Switches and bitches

2009-10-21T13:23:00.001-07:00

The other day I found myself enraged by VSK's insolence. I had to wipe that smirk off her face. It helps to put the collar around her neck, and then snap the leash to the collar. I threaded the leash through the bed frame, which essentially allowed me to jerk her head down, with her knees on the floor. Still she smirked, the little selfish bitch. The nice thing about a long leash is that it can be put to multiple uses. I took a goodly length of it and whipped her mocking ass hard until she finally began to see that I can switch from cuckold to master if the bitch warrants it. From here I rotated her to my cock. That was really satisfying, and she put some effort into sucking me from her knees while I stood. I finally rolled her on the bed and relieved myself in her still defiant pussy. That's the problem and the pleasure of this kitten, she has layers and layers of camouflage. The Minx, she's a bit easier to dominate, perhaps simply because she is just not as physically strong. She craves to be used like this, and frankly this post is for her. VSK, she knows what I want. Yet she still spends a lot of time resisting. These are pleasant problems, vexing, but pleasant. Women are complex creatures, and I am a glutton for punishment, giving and receiving.

HNT: Vegas

2009-10-15T08:54:00.001-07:00

We had a nice time in the city of sin, but there was a lot less sinning going on than I would have preferred. This view would pass for normal outside by the pool at Hard Rock Hotel, where they have waitresses who dress in bikini's that show an equivalent amount of tail. We may not have played like rock stars but we certainly ate like rock stars. Or was that summo wrestlers? Anyway, the weather was perfect, the gambling fair, the sights prurient, and the beds comfy. I'm sure we'll be back soon, to either the land of sin, or Sin City. Here's to whatever comes first!

Big

2009-10-07T17:25:00.001-07:00

Knowing that its unlikely that I will be posting tomorrow, I thought I'd take a moment to be ahead of the curve for a change. Now this is no HNT post, its rather better than that. This particular picture was taken for my benefit, that is, I'm not this big. And with any kind of luck this type of behavior may repeat itself this weekend. At heart, all my roosterish pride aside, I get a big thrill out of VSK's seducing or using or being used by another man. Bigger than the menage a trois you might ask? Not bigger or smaller, ahem, just different. With men its more pure sex I suppose, it gets to something kind of primal for me. I like sharing her, and it usually, if not right then and there two guys banging away, just a matter of hours before I get whatever she gave away. These little mementos I get are kinda key but even if its just her telling me the stuff she did its all good. Practice makes perfect. She might not be perfect but she's very, very good. Have a great weekend!

HNT: Commands

2009-10-01T10:09:00.000-07:00

Its been awhile since I have had these two sexed up cats at my beck and call. They both crave attention, kind words, the low murmur of a man slowly running his hands across their breasts from behind, the hot breath and teeth on their necks. They like to be commanded to please to be pleased, to please each other. Last night I was away and all I could do is demand that they send me some tokens of their obedience. Kinda blurry obedience but what the hey? I know they like to hear about what you would do to them. I know they have ideas of what they will do to each other, soon, in the bright humming madness of desire.

HNT: Thursday is the new Friday

2009-09-24T08:58:00.000-07:00

I love Thursday's. By this time of year, since taking a real vacation seems like a fantasy I will never make happen, I burn some of my PTO on Friday's. Kitten gets every other Friday off so we try to take mini-vacations every month. Even when we don't get Friday's off together, we relish Thursday's because we enjoy watching the original CSI (even without Grissom) and this Friday a friend is coming to visit. Maybe even some hanky panky. I'm sure that kitten will be in this position before next week comes. Although she may have her hands and talents occupied with more than she does here.

Rear Window

2009-09-21T12:12:00.000-07:00

There's a Hitchcock move, Rear Window, that focusses on voyeurism. Apparently, there is a new New York hotel, the Standard Hotel, that encourages its patrons to have sex or walk about naked, as they are adjacent to a new park in the old meatpacking district. Its the new hot fun thing to do for tourists and New Yorkers. And here is a picture of VSK's swimsuit covered ass. I don't know what these things have in common other than I enjoy being a voyeur watching VSK do her thing and the word "rear" is conjured by this picture. There you go, I'm officially nuts on Monday.

Have a drink on me HNT

2009-09-17T09:39:00.001-07:00

I've noticed some of the more popular bloggers, in terms of content, basically reprint the lyrics to some song they like and then show us a nice pic of their best cheese and viola, a lot of lonely guys tell them how damn good looking they are and before you know it, they got 40 comments. As a comment whore myself, this sorta grates on my nerves, given that as man I 1)usually don't really want to know the lyrics to the latest Nickelback song (shit, I'm sure they are great and damn last night I found myself enjoying a Rascal Flatts!!! song on America's got talent . . . probably because of the use of dangerous chemicals and the Mark West Pinot Noir pictured below) and 2) you don't really want to see me wearing a crotchless catsuitin a picture taken from a camera with vaseline smeared all over its lens. And I sure as hell don't think I want lonely men writing about how they would dig to see that, now do I? So, grumpily I think I just leave you alls (all eleven of you) with a snippet of AC/DC (more weird rumblings deep in my psyche thinking about my song choice after the ramblings above) some Mark West and my wife's tits, covered in polkadotty fabric. Its fucking Thursday. That's almost Friday which is basically the weekend. Rock on!

Up to . . .

2009-09-14T11:26:00.001-07:00

The fallow period of blog writing has been brought to you by the four boobs indicated above. I have been rendered without a muse by the under debasement and sensory overload that our summer adventures occasioned. Managing decent communication requires time and effort, and my effort has been mostly to drag my ass back to the bedroom one more time to see if I can finish myself off. Its been close. But I'm beginning to feel the rumblings of thought returning. Not sure if that's a good thing.

I was reading a book on the Chumash tribe at the time of European contact and it was suggested by some of the very first Europeans that the head chiefs had two wives. I know that its unlikely though not impossible that our little menage a trois could become a more permanent arrangement, and even more unlikely that I am a "head chief" but the comfortable fun we have as a trio is pretty hard to beat. Its not just the sex folks, its the laughing, hanging out, talking, just basically enjoying every moment part of the time we get that makes me want to go back to that space in the world again and again. VSK knows that she will always be the woman that I have created myself for, but the minx and her seem well satiated with each other. This is not to say that there are not flashes of green that occasionally muster forward. But truth be told it was VSK, more than myself really, that has made this unusual relationship flower. The two of them send virtual flowers (pictures of flowers that is) nearly every day. She has never been one to want to spend time with the girls, so it warms my heart to see her acting this way. The minx and I are both aware we need to be less negative in this world and she is our model. And yes indeed, there are things three can do that two cannot. Lots of things actually. Now if I could just get the two of them to blog we'd be back to producing some content. Here's hoping I can . . .

Not dead yet

2009-09-11T11:46:00.001-07:00

Is this the end? Ha. With three jobs, two mistresses, and any number of other distractions, I just haven't felt the mojo to write. Post. Whatever. I'd like to tell you about watching the two kittens play, or vsk undulating in a lawn sprinkler but that is so three weeks ago. My mind gets activated by what might happen and that requires planning. Right now, I'm not sure what I am going to have for lunch. I will say that I did have this dish for the last two nights and it was delicious. Not that I swallowed anything exactly, rather I was the main course. Both of us would rather be home in bed than "working" but there are bills to pay. Hope you all have a great weekend. You never know what might happen!

More sex . . . blogging

2009-08-25T08:29:00.000-07:00

Part of the bad blogger phenomenon is the loss of the narrative thread. People like to read stories. In sex blogging, they either like to get pulled into the lust maelstrom of a couple or individual who is headed in a direction they favor, or they want to see dirty bits. As a content provider, which is what you become once the fantasy becomes the reality and you feel you owe something to the people who have left you comments, after a while it becomes like a job to keep up, rather than a channel to explore. VSK has to look at computer screens all day and so do I, so when we are home we are not so interested in updating this site. So we are bad bloggers.

The fantasy becoming reality is also a virtual buzz kill. Why write about what we are doing? Doing is a lot more fun. And the last year has seen us move more in the direction of polyamory rather than dogging. I do enjoy seeing VSK in action with another man, but it doesn't seem to ever be that easy or as relaxed as the time we spend with the Minx. And, uh, maybe this is a no brainer but my itch is pretty well scratched by having the attentions of the two of them placed on me.

I'm not complaining about anything, just blogging. Finding anything to write about is the first step into writing more, and I've got contractual duties to write more. Call this priming the pump. My pump is going to get primed a whole lot real soon. I can hardly wait to get back to my favorite place in the world, which would be in bed with the two of them. And if it seems right, I'll write about it. And take some damn pictures . . .

Freaking Lasers

2009-08-21T14:16:00.000-07:00

If you have any cultured comedic sensitivity, the idea of freaking lasers should always bring a rise or at least a response when suggested. If Austin Powers, "do I make you horny baby?" isn't the patron saint of sex blogging, then at least his question certainly quantifies as rule number one. And if you are wondering why lasers are on my mind, its simply because VSK and I saw the most amazing Ghostland Observatory show with lots and lots of freaking lasers in it. And, dear god forgive me, we were sober as judges. Hallucinogens would have been so redundant had we used them what ever brain matter we retained would have been in danger of leaking out and puddling on the floor. The modern 20 and 30 somethings probably don't realize how much cooler these freaking lasers were the ones deployed on my generation. In fact, we were maybe the oldest folks there. And even with the oodles of pulchritude jigging about, I think I had the best pussy in the house with me. Here's a shot of our afternoon pre-fuck shoot. The shoot before the shoot, as it were. Great lasers, great pussy. An accident? I don't think so. . .

Rock on!

HNT: Two for one

2009-08-13T10:35:00.001-07:00

We've been bad bloggers, which in my book means we've been having more fun in the real world than the virtual one. Hey, it is what it is. Its not like your paying for anything, right.

Polka Dots

2009-07-22T23:53:00.000-07:00

Witness is away on yet another business trip. Happily, this one takes him to the hometown of our sweet Minx. The two of them, with my blessing, will spend an evening together. I wish them a night of wild abandon! I will be heading to the area tomorrow, and Minx will join us for a special weekend with wine tasting, soaking in natural-fed mineral hot springs and some tender, loving care (great mutual sexploits). I am so excited with anticipation, just typing this makes my nipples erect and my loins pulsate!

I have discovered a way to wrestle with that little green monster (jealously). I just need to be “distracted” for a bit! Sunday night a long-time friend and occasional physical player joined me for a swim and more. It proved to be a delightful evening, even if it was cut a little short by the unexpected early arrival of the daughter (yikes, good thing I had a ready excuse for his visit). Monday night Playmate came…over for some contact. I do enjoy sucking the come out of him, and he really produced for me. Usually, we have to be quite sly as the kids are about, but we were all alone, and we made good use of the time. It was fun and chummy. The best part was the phone sex with Witness each night as I recounted my adventures and encouraged him (and myself) to climax.

I very nearly had a third at bat with a special work acquaintance, but the logistics just couldn’t be worked out. We certainly had some fun texting (or sexting as I think it is now called) into the night. I was in quite a frenzy and I’m sure the electric bill will reflect my wild night of fantasy and self-satisfying activities (naughty kitty with her toys). Workmate is one man I really want to add to my stable (geez, does that sound crass?). I have a rain check to look forward to and I sure as hell hope I can keep up the nerve and follow through. Today we discussed opportunities to engage at work, but decided (wisely so) that this would be way too risky, especially since we want to remain employed. Anyone have work-related tryst stories to share?

How do you like my new bra and panties? I picked them up at that little lingerie shop in Portland. I went there for just a bra to match a gift of panties and little skirt Witness had purchased (he got a matching set for Minx). The proprietress is so friendly and can size up a person very well. She gets you into her dressing room and then just starts handing beautiful, sexy little things in for you to try. It really is a great place! Witness and I had wanted to go in together just to see how she would handle it since it had just been a week since he was there (I’m sure she would have been completely professional), but the store was closed at the time.

Happy HNT y’all! Love, hugs and kisses!

Two for Tuesday

2009-07-14T09:12:00.000-07:00

Been traveling a lot and enjoying a bit of free time in between appointments. We both have found that we really like Portland, Oregon. Maybe next time we go up we'll find a swing club. We had a great time with Minx a few weeks ago and should be seeing her again in a couple weeks. Its a interest privledge to travel in this day and age, waking up and thinking, "where the heck are we?" And those days where you start in one state and end up in another (literally and figuratively) can become sublime moments of reflection. We have a pretty great existence.

If VSK and I go two days without sex, it seems like a month lately. This morning she said, "I'd really like to have sex again." Let's see, she gave me a stunning hand job Saturday, we had sex both days this weekend, and we probably took Friday off due to the monthly visit. Ok, so I guess I'm going to have to put out tonight. Sheesh!

PS. Trying some stuff with exposure and cropping. Hope you like.

Friday Last . . .

2009-07-03T21:40:00.000-07:00

Guess what (who) was on the menu? The cooks decided matching costumes were appropriate.

A little minx . . .

and a kitten . . .

And as you all know, herding cats is not exactly easy, even if it is necessary some times.

Have a happy 4th people! Freedom!

The whole toolbox

2009-06-27T19:52:00.001-07:00

Well, we're sitting here in the front yard recovering from trying to use just about everything in the toolbox. And let's also point out that my tool has been in every box, repeatedly, and has basically been treated with extreme disregard for the owner's over all well being. Let me say as well that this is my first blog post pinned between both freaking editors (arms folded btw), which of course really makes it so much easier. "He amuses himself," says VSK. Yeah well I can barely think, let alone type. Five sessions in the last 36 hours, since Minx arrived to spend a couple of nights with us. We are all pretty spent at this point.

We had to post the picture above because it was just too funny. After the last fuckfest, everything got chucked over the side, used and discarded in the frenzy to see if they could kill themselves, each other or me. We live, so far. The night ain't over yet . . .

We'll post some cheesecake later. For now, let your imagination be your fodder.

2009-06-27T19:48:00.000-07:00

HNT: Gone fishing

2009-06-18T06:30:00.001-07:00

Well I'm rushing to get a post done before heading out of town for some business and pleasure. Not that kind of pleasure, you perves. Healthy outdoor pleasure. Some fishing too. Posting is sorta like fishing, you hope you get folks to rise to the bait. Here's the lure fishes, gonna bite?

Panties by Minx btw. Soon we'll get to see more than her panties. Yowr!

HNT: Dirty cats

2009-06-11T08:21:00.000-07:00

I'd just sat down to watch the third quarter of the Lakers game. Then this vision showed up. "I am no longer interested in watching the Lakers game," I said. Then I put her cuffs on and tied her up. I only got to see the last minute of the game, which was desultory, not satisfying like VSK's mouth.

All of this because of what she and the Minx had been texting to each other. Read the previous post if what to know more about that. I doubt many will, I know that the dirty animals that view this blog want more prurient images like this. So thank the Minx. Soon I'll be tying her up and using her mouth like I used a horny VSK Tuesday night.

Mid-week dump

2009-06-09T15:24:00.006-07:00

Well I certainly could have thought of a better title no doubt, but this is what I got. VSK has been sending me some pictures lately as I have been travelling here and there. Pardon the resolution, the graininess. The boobs, however, are outstanding imho.

I've been asking and getting shots from both the little vixens. They even send each other pics, which warms the cockles of my demented heart. They conspire. They plan. They may even be conniving. All this is pure joy to prurient brain. They scheme and by doing so they feed me a kind of power, ammo if you will for my top side to exhibit when next I get them in my clutches. That date has been planned and I am counting the days with relish and a type of wolfish glee that suffuses VSK and my love-making with tendrils of flickering lust and desire. Not a bad place to be, psychologically speaking.

VSK and I have been talking lately about the switch, being the switch, switching back and forth between hunted and hunter, between the lamb and the lion, cuckold and sadistic rake. I personally think that there is something that both cools yet sharpens my erotic side that I can move from one to another. Last night while she pleasured me she hissed about how she'd sucked another man off that day (fantasy-for now) and answered with strong affirmation how she'd cheat on me again. That does rile me pretty good, and some make a full sexual living off of that freak. But when I tie her up, or with the addition of the minx, both of them up, I get another quite papable power that I can use to my advantage. And what man doesn't like, even if they may not essentially thrill to it for purposes of freakish advantage, being serviced like a sultan in his harem? Even those who would disapprove in some pc universe that a man should ever have such service would have to admit it something he would desire. Oh, I do. I really do.

One last note. A while back while I wasn't looking, we went over 100,000 views. I thank you out there, lurkers and especially those who comment, for the fine audience you are. She'll keep practicing her compositions as long as there are folks like you who enjoy the effort.

Guest boobs

2009-06-02T15:04:00.000-07:00

The minx has gone to sending VSK and I little memos of her devotion. As an even more feline submissive, she needs to be ordered about from time to time to keep her puss in the type of supple form the vixen and I most enjoy. I thought a little post of her might be a good reminder that her training will continue, soon. Enjoy, we do.

Thinking about my flowers

2009-05-26T20:31:00.000-07:00

Its been an interesting week, even though I probably have some permutation of H1N1. Hysteria aside, we've seen a couple good movies, enjoyed the bounties of SoCal which often includes ridiculously nice weather when the hillsides aren't on fire, caught a good rock act and afterwards got the lead singer to sign one of her posters, flirted with a few and plumbed the depths of some really intense sex play. VSK has been very open to exploring some of her wilder notions. Let's just say that the female body has abilities that are stunning in their complexity.

The only thing lacking is our Minx, who even though resides hundreds of miles away has been next to us in our thoughts while we carry on our atypical partnership. She sends little presents which warm the cockles of VSK's and my heart. And she sent her first naughty video which provided another sublime form of heat. Here's some pics, brought to you by the flowers of one woman given to another. Spring is definitely in the air.

HNT: self took

2009-05-21T08:13:00.000-07:00

As I wrote last week, VSK and I had a few days apart and she sent me a lot of fun stuff. This pic is blurry but the composition is perfect to my eyes. A friend and I ordered her to take pics, vids, and like a good girl she complied. Looking forward to a compliant weekend as well . . .

PS: thanks to Minx for the panties.

Too late for HNT

2009-05-15T09:44:00.000-07:00

VSK has been sending me a lot of fun text videos lately. Watching her play with herself is a blast for me, and she and Minx tried to pull one over on me yesterday as I am out of town. That the two of them think it great fun to tease me with threats that they are having a not so secret rendevous makes me crazy with happiness. And kitten is all on fire because she has some secret plans for real. She may not admit it, but she is looking forward to some strange cock. Maybe not strange but not my cock. Man, that really turns me on.

Lately I have been fantasizing about using VSK as a pussy for hire. How much do you think I could get for her? I mean, how much would a video of her doing whatever you desire be worth? I think the point is not to make coin, its the boundary violated. Ordering her to do things is such a blast, and doing it for strangers is doubly so. My brain is kinked. This is a perfect shape for it.

Here's a pic, and maybe I'll post a vid soon. More for me than you. But you may very well enjoy, no?

HNT: back pain

2009-05-07T07:51:00.000-07:00

VSK is a hurting pup this morning. Something to know about MILFs, they are somewhat more fragile than their cousins, the yet to reproduce youngster. It seems logical to me that one thing that might straighten her out would be a enormous cock. I admit, I'm not quite enormous. I could use some help. Any volunteers?

HNT: Rose in the Garden

2009-04-30T08:34:00.000-07:00

Quick and to the point. Take off your top honey, we got to post for HNT. Done. Smells good . . .

HNT: Grab one

2009-04-23T08:38:00.000-07:00

Just fooling around before bedtime. Sometimes you just gotta grab a pic. Or a boob.

Happy HNT folks!

Gambling

2009-04-21T16:01:00.000-07:00

VSK and I took a risk when we first said "I do" over twenty years ago. And we've taken numerous risks over the years, from children to mortgages to this blog, as a team. Given that she and I have rather different communication styles, demeanor, interests (we share the sex interest big time) histories, childhoods, affinities, roles, whatever, its through our sharing of experiences that we continually build our relationship. It could be said that a relationship that's not growing is shrinking, but that's a little too simplistic for declaration. Sometimes our affair of the heart gets shunted aside for the affairs of the married life, and there are certainly ups and downs. Right now we are back to creating new memories and friendships, rolling the dice to see what might come up.

Minx certainly has risen to the top of our mutual list. Our most recent overnighter was relaxing, sensual, and at times hilarious. We usually come out of each meeting with one sharp moment of lucidity, one that lingers as a phrase in our minds that we can call up in our mundane moments for our benefit. I won't necessarily share these exact thoughts as they are our private coin of the realm, but I imagine this is what the intimacies of all who play experience from time to time. Its our private OZ, an unreal reality separate from the day to day. Will such an escape demand to see the light of daily practice? Could we or do we all want to live in a different world than the habitual one we've each built over years of investment? I don't think I am anywhere near an answer. At the moment our oddball status quo seems to work. Each of us seems content, connected and invested in further exploits.

Here's a pic of Minx and VSK. You can imagine the blurry quality is an artifact of not only a shaky hand in poor light, but a hazy reality of buzzy erotic satiation. Something like that. My women rock. I am ridiculously well off right now, economic crisis be damned.

HNT: always playing catch up

2009-04-16T08:48:00.000-07:00

We've been remiss in not updating the blog lately, and I know this is a common lament. So some catch up is in order, and a picture is due. Here you go.

We've been entertaining a lot of experimentation over the last few months and while there have been some misses, its mostly been hits. There are several different ways to approach playtime, and I think we have tried them all. VSK and I have gone to the swing clubs this year, and while generally we like the experience, its not perfect and can be a little impersonal. Which some people like. Its almost a requirement for some "swingers" for the sex to be with a stranger. That's really not our cup of tea.

After getting back from one such romp, one of our fwb's asked me how I got over the jealousy of VSK with others. Kind of a funny question since he enjoys her attentions. A nice question really, as he is a bit protective of her. I don't really have an answer, other than I've turned my jealousies into a fetish of sorts, and my favorite flavor is to watch her with another man. I like watching her with the Minx too, but the other day I got to watch my friend fuck her and even taped a couple of short movies of it. That is pure turn-on for me, listening to her give into it. I may even post one of the vid's here, although I don't want trouble from Blogger. Any advice on posting videos folks?

There are other channels besides fwb and swing clubs. There are online sexual match making sites that we did try once a long time ago. In fact our profile still lingers out there and the site allows folks to send free emails. We got one from a couple and may in fact meet up with them. Something about the process seems false though. Its really random luck whether you'll meet up with someone who you might connect with. And connecting just to feel naughty really is over for us. We need actual chemistry.

Where else? I'd love it if there was a blogger group face to face some day. Reading people's blogs and hearing them talk about their experiences seems to be a step up from the online dating services. For affinity, we are already writers, a shared burden that can be parsed for laughs and succor. For now, it looks like our rendezvous's with the Minx and a potential four-way play with one of VSK's work boyfriends and a recruit sound inviting, mixed in with an occasional playtime with our usual fwb. I need to have a good fantasy going and having a queue of them make the day go by more interestingly. Those things and this blog. Those of you who read and lurk, and especially those who say hey from time to time really do us a service. Thanks!

HNT: No bustier

2009-04-02T10:21:00.000-07:00

We bought a bustier Tuesday, with hopes to put it into action this weekend at a famous SCal gathering spot for folks of our predilictions. But I haven't taken any new pics of VSK in it, so you get this one of her from a while back. Close enough for government work.

Half-nekkid Sunday

2009-03-22T12:50:00.000-07:00

The time, it just goes by. Big plans for this weekend became small plans as the weekly weight of shit to do grew to "no can be carefree" proportions. Last weekend was the same, the major accomplishment being a clean closet and enough clothes tossed in the Amvet's bin to equip a platoon. The highlight in the clothes lost but now found category was a black negligee which had gone missing that we bought in Portland and a Queens of the Stone Age wife-beater T emblazoned with the slogan, "I'll give you a night you'll never remember." This weekend I sold some fish and a couple of geckos I smuggled on to the mainland many moons ago, watched my college team crush its opponent in the NIT, scared our new cockatoo out of a tree after it tried to go Houdini on us, made love on the floor in front of the fireplace after re-watching Sex in the City the movie (since VSK passed out half way through the first attempt watching it Friday night), and rode back from breakfast on our bikes in the rain because we slightly misjudged the weather pattern. And yes, we took some new pics for the blog because we care about our readers. Granted, you all might not always make the top five but I swear to Bhudda, you make the top ten. Or so. Happy Sunday!

HNT? Not really . . . butts

2009-03-12T09:00:00.000-07:00

On one hand, I feel that I am not a good blogger. In fact, the more time goes on, the more I feel like I am blog unworthy. On the other hand, as VSK and I move into a more comfortable playspace in our relationship, the usable tension that fuels blogging has dissipated to some degree. The last two weeks we've tried some swing clubs and frankly we've had a great time. So much so that we'll most likely go back and try it again this next weekend.

Last Friday we ended up in a fun scrum with another couple, which ended after orgasms all around with those classic lines, "by the way my name is ______. " Hilarious. We also saw someone who I never in a million years would have thought goes to swinger clubs. VSK got some eye contact and came back to the scrum saying "I touched him!" More hilarity. Now we simply mention his name and we start cracking up. Truth is much stranger than fiction.

So why write a blog? Its getting well nigh on time to reinvent this one. We have become too drama free to make a good read. And as far as my far flung theories of sexual community, the world is almost ready but by the time it is the wave will have broken and washed away my identity. I see how many in our blog roll seem to be choosing their real lives over their virtual ones. This is a good thing. We all need to support our fellow freak's actions in the real world. By the way, my name is ________. Hope to see you behaving wildly in the real world.

Trips

2009-03-04T07:31:00.000-08:00

VSK, the Minx and I had another memorable evening last week. We took a little trip to a swing club, which while fun was pretty anti-climatic. We didn't interact with any of the other couples and being a triad probably explains that. Also we couldn't or didn't have any conversations with the other folks there because the music really sorta prevented it. But it was fun, relaxing even.

VSK still has little flashes of jealousy, but I find that I respect her more for being honest about this rather than trying to tough it out. At the club I was paying more attention to the Minx briefly and her old green demon took over. It lasted all of five minutes and she was back to abusing the stripper poll. As I think about this, I realize that she is getting past her jealous inclinations as fast or even faster than I did when she started being with other men. I really don't get jealous at all, 13 years down the road but she isn't even really past her first year. I actually do get flashes of green but at this point its a bonus rather than a distraction.

VSK and I may try another swing club, soon even. She wanted to interact and at one point at the club a good looking couple sat near us, and the woman commenced giving her man a bj. I wasn't paying attention, and I think at one point I was getting head from the minx and I'm not sure why VSK was moaning but so was the woman. Talk about a great stereo! Anyway we have been talking about giving Freedom Acres a go for years and now it seems pretty likely we will. I admit that does make me a bit nervous. VSK is likely to be a very bad kitty in the right setting after a couple of drinks.

Bottoms up!

Tie them up and beat them

2009-02-25T08:43:00.000-08:00

I never really thought much about bdsm until the kitten and the minx showed me how they wanted to be treated. Much about the "swinger" world seems to be about surrendering something to somebody. And the keeper of the keys to pleasure has to be OK with being in charge or it really doesn't work. Where does that mutual trust come from?

The first step in my experience was noting that I was aroused by the kitten cheating on me. Cheating is a cruddy way to put it, because it takes us all back to ownership. And ownership has a tremendous freight in this country, to make a big point lightly. I'm not interested in proving ownership with kitten, yet its undeniably true she belongs, and wants to belong, to me and me only. When she cuckolds me, it is both not a big deal and a fascinating power play. I really am controlling her to some extend and she gets nailed.

There's a thesis in there somewhere but this is a sex blog. You can't think about it too much to enjoy it a whole lot. It works. What we have works really well, and we enjoy play when it comes to us. Chasing it doesn't seem to work as well, the cat can grab its tail but its more fun grabbing somebody else's. Something like that.

Now when the minx showed up there was some interesting change in the firmament. The minx wants to be dominated, she craves it. In a couple of days I am going to literally tie her up and punish her for transgressions imagined and real. The kitten may help or she may want the same treatment. Either way its back to me being in control. And of course its not as simple as that but I couldn't help but notice that there is really not a whole lot of psycho-sexual difference between tying them up and beating them and watching VSK suck or get fucked right in front of me. Both are delicious in my pervy brain. And this Friday I get to scratch my itch(es). I am, as Piper pointed out, a lucky man.

Side note: if any of you bloggers have gotten an interesting proposition emailed to you in the last couple of weeks, I'd love to hear your take on it. Email me @affcobra13@sbcglobal.net

Ok, here's your pic you naughty boys and girls.

PS. It is always a hoot to go thru airport security with cuff restraints and dog collars. They often run it through twice and you see this look go across their eyes. But they don't usually say a word. The last time I ended up joking with a bald 6'6" giant macho screener about wearing dresses. Freaks of the world, unite!

Is the wife still hot? HNT proof . . .

2009-02-19T14:26:00.000-08:00

I have noticed that some of our old visitors and commenter's have disappeared or left for warmer climes. This may directly correspond with my focus on the Minx, and VSK's appearance with a female lover. Just because we have posted pictures of another woman and enjoy the FFM experience, doesn't mean hotwifing, heterosexual style is out to forever lunch. VSK's exhibitionist tendencies were on full display last weekend, to the chagrin of some of our milder friends, (or shall we say more repressed??!!) and I have a fuzzy pic or two to prove it. I frankly loved her craziness, but she still possesses some latent Catholic inclinations. Sin is more fun if it feels like sin I say.

I enjoy the interaction of our readers, and I suppose I am a bit of a comment slut. To that end I include pictures but I suppose requests would even be more interactive. We have active lives with too much work going on, but I will listen and entertain requests for images or stories or questions about our shenanigans. And no worries, we aren't going away. VSK mentioned that she thought she was ready to take a trip to a well-known SCal swing club, sorta a birthday present for me. Given her recent high-jinxes, that should solidify her status as a hotwife. As if it needed solidifying . . .

BTW, in this blurry shot VSK is giving a lapdance. Not one that was solicited mind you, but never-the-less one that was enjoyed.

HNT: Vegas Baby

2009-02-12T15:24:00.001-08:00

The Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas has these cool little mirrors over the beds, which are canted slightly downward, to afford some nice views presumably. Lovely effect don't you think?

We are definitely going back. The place is not too big, the music makes it feel like home to me and the food (at least at AGO the Italian restaurant) is terrific. VSK is still laughing about the two guys in who she started flirting with next to playmate and me. They couldn't tell she was with us so as I come around the slot machine one guy is kissing her belly. She says, "oh there's my husband." Guy almost got whiplash. We spent a fair amount of time watching the dancers who, while clothed in chaps and bikinis, were amazing hot.

Eagles of Death Metal was great, btw. Got to meet frontman Jesse Sunday, just bumped into him while leaving. Great frigging weekend!

Dancing for the boys . . .

2009-02-06T13:59:00.000-08:00

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Witness, Playmate and I had a bit of fun recently. After watching some basketball at a local brewery, we returned to our house and no one was home. We had a round of drinks in the front room. The boys wanted some entertainment, so I put on my high heels and gave a little modeling show. First I came out in my naughty skimpy dress(1), which was well received, and then I pranced around in some of my little negligees(2,3). Witness put on some music that he knew would encourage me to dance. Where is a stripper pole when I need one? I used the doorway to steady myself as I did a bump and grind, and generally dirty danced for the two. Then I moved in on Playmate to deliver a bit of a lap dance. Knowing that Witness was seated across from the action watching, seeing the excitement rise in Playmate and being able to view my reflection in the window behind him really got me going. I would move in oh so close and each time he tried to touch me, I would dance away to just outside his reach. He had the audacity to call me a tease! Eventually I allowed Playmate to remove my barely there panties. He was in full need to be relieved of his pants by then, so I assisted. And then I took his cock in my mouth, making sure that Witness had a good view of my ass and of what I was doing to Playmate. Mmmm, it was all so fun. The temperature definitely rose in the room. Unfortunately, we heard a car and one of the kids came home. Playmate and I retired (hid) in the guest room and Witness ran interference. Poor Witness didn't get to watch the grand finale. It was delicious!

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Teasing HNT

2009-02-05T08:44:00.000-08:00

VSK keeps one of her boys, who will remain unidentified, in arousal with pics like this sent from the camera phone. This was part of a series one evening, which ended in me banging her an sending a picture of the aftermath (which was less compelling than you might think). She took this pic herself, so there's that too. Drunken horny texting is probably not a recipe for quality art, but sometimes its the accidents that happen that capture the moment best. This weekend we are going to Vegas to see a band we love, and generally debauch. We went to see them very recently and after the show was over playmate and I lost VSK to the disembarking patrons. When we found her (not outside, where the fuck is she!!) she was standing in front of the stage talking to some blondish youngster. And I got jealous, ha! Nice to know that vibe is still functioning. Rock on!

By request

2009-02-01T11:31:00.001-08:00

Minx liked this picture, although it looks a lot better on a cellphone than a computer screen. Seeing it live and in person is considerably better still. This all reminds me that the brain is a funny device, filling in reality with suppositions whenever it is starved for input. I think everybody has had those moments when they "saw" something only to find, on closer inspection, that what they thought was a stunning brunette was actually a skinny hippie boy wearing a ponytail. A quick glance can actually be more alluring that way.

Close inspection has its place. The shocking red haired bartender, female variety, serving VSK and I Friday night was such a perfect example of pulchritude and physionomic perfection that I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Lucky for me she had the personality of shitzu or I would have started fawning. I find myself scanning the faces of women more carefully these days, being in the position of having the Minx and the Kitten inspecting me rather carefully seems to have caught on in my day to day interactive activities. I am reining in my flippancy lest I talk myself into some sort of trouble with "the ladies." The two of them will occasionally gang up on me, and not only for my erotic entertainment.

But the sick part of it is, I like to get their goats. Nothing seems to get the Minx more enraged than some causal mention on my part of looking for a new feline to enjoy. She is protective toward VSK, and she might even enjoy watching someone besides me nail my wife, but should I mention I am having lunch with a friend, platonic variety even, her blood begins to boil. Selfishly I wouldn't mind living in a Big Love kind of environment, only one with some hot girl on girl activities, and have suggested mostly facetiously that the Minx and VSK should do the picking. Like that will ever happen. Of course, I never really believed that someone as easy to get along with as the Minx would come along nor could I have fathomed that VSK would have decided that the best way to handle her jealousy would be to embrace it, literally. I think it was Scott over at Mrs. Kelly's Playhouse that said something about turning your issues into turn-ons. That seems right to me, and it pretty much is the essence of most fetish fun. Its probably a larger truth that belongs in a different kind of blog as well. We Americans seem to do this to most things most of the time.

Writing this I wonder if contentment and passion are really two things that go well together. I can say I am content now, and yet when I get that brief glance of some other fine woman I get churned up. To "cool my jets" I find that thinking about having my two fine felines next to me, one under each arm their faces resting on my chest works pretty well. I mean, where would the third one go anyway?

Half? We don't need no stinking half . . .

2009-01-29T08:36:00.000-08:00

Something about Thursdays makes me randy. Do we make you horny baby? At least the minx has a collar on . . .

What to write

2009-01-22T08:40:00.000-08:00

I have written recently about searching for some new blogs to read. I then leave comments on the ones I enjoy or find meaningful and honestly hope they might take a gander at CMVSK. Matt, over at "Tending the Fire," was nice enough to read over our old posts, pick one out and link it back in his latest post. Home run. I really like the joyfully sexual nature of his writing and the parallel perceptions I find he and his wife Brenda's life experiences. And for reminding me of that post I wrote last year which was full of frustrated rage at how folks didn't get a show like Swingtown that has now been cancelled, I thank him even more. Occasionally I get it right, and Matt reminded me of that. Thank you!

Knowing what to write is the essence of a "successful" blog and I don't know if I consider this blog that successful, if we are to judge by number of hits and links. I see that Shared Cindy is over 1 million hits and I am fucking blown away. I don't do things I ought to like "Sugasm" or post every other day or do every HNT, TMI Tuesday or wtf? I am not a very good "joiner" in of such things so CMVSK is going to continue to be what it is, whatever that is. I think of it as commercial free filth, with a little philosophy thrown it. And I think that I couldn't do it unless I got to address some sort of meat beside the pieces that VSK gets mounted by. Those are key, but I am convinced that there is a general trend in our American society toward greater flexibility and experimentation, and that this trend is a good thing. Anyone one who watched TV on Tuesday certainly saw an example of what some "flexibility" can bring to our lives. I know it moved and moves me.

Now to the pic, here's an oldy but a goody. A redo can be a good thing. Sorry, no clothes, its all nekkid Thursday at CMVSK.

Another fun time for all

2009-01-14T15:42:00.000-08:00

Whatever the identity of this blog may seem to be, I'm thinking there needs to be some revisions. I can crow about how I had an unbelievable evening with the Minx and VSK over the weekend and show some pictures. That is what some visitors may expect. Others may want to get into the heads of one or two or three of us and get some sort of charge or understanding of why we do what we do. I tend to think that what I think is about the least interesting thing in this blog, maybe because I am a man and as far as these deals go its sorta assumed that we are hounds. If I share VSK with a man it has some frisson that her sharing me with a woman doesn't have. But honestly that is where we are right now, even if VSK did do a little dance with one of our male playmates the other day. We are really into the Minx.

To be fair, VSK enjoys the Minx but she'll always reserve the right to be jealous should she think my affections have wandered too far from home. She surprised me the other night when I got her to confess that one of her previous male lovers really did it for her and she'd have cheated on me given the chance. I think her admitting this shows why she fears me being too much into the Minx, I think she should admit that she likes certain men in ways the mess with some of her fantasies about me being the magical one. It makes me crazy of course to hear her admit something that I think a lot of her male lovers secretly think: they have the magic cock. But I know that there is one guy who really does, and this makes me want to encourage her to make that happen. It won't, cause his wife dislikes me enough and is worried enough that her man, whom she used to share, shan't be shared again. But things may change, I can always hope.

Ah the tangled webs of love. Being tangled up in these two is a tangle I can vouch for. So here I go bragging again. My apologies. Here's my penitence . . .

VSK gets it next

2009-01-06T11:38:00.000-08:00

Our last month has been busy, so assume the usual excuses for not posting more. It was a bit of a letdown to not get more comments on the last post as it introduced the Minx's perspective on our sexplay. But I see we now have some great ones so maybe it proves that the readers were on hiatus too. VSK and I get to see the minx soon and we are gearing up for it, each in our own way. For me, I get off thinking or looking at VSK in various stages of en flagrante delicto. The minx is a planner, so she plans. VSK just likes to know that she is the queen of all my dreams, which she is, and to remind her I fuck her silly. Last night was lovely as after we got done watching a smaltzy movie (The Bucket List) she got all sultry and I ended up nailing her from behind with some sort of wicked abandon, something culled from the past and the future I suspect. Here's a pic of her tied and beaten bottom, and another which is an outfit the minx gave her for a holiday present. There will be more presents shared soon, and I can hardly wait. Sorry I've made readers of this blog wait so long for an update.

The Minx's Perspective

2008-12-15T19:36:00.000-08:00

VSK here: Last weekend was so comfortable, wonderous, pleasing and fun. Walking the streets together after dinner we could feel the love in the air. One couple wandering about in front of us even turned and asked "so, how many people are going to make love tonight? 20% you think?" It was an amusing and interesting question, and of course we three gave them that knowing smile; emitting that "let's make it so" vibe. So entrancing! And so connecting.

We have a guest writer for our post tonight. Our own little sexy minx did a bit of journaling and has graciously agreed to let me share her words. I very much love the sensual way in which she retells our lovely encounter that foggy, stay-in-bed morning and I really enjoyed reading it in her voice, hearing her insights, feeling the warmth all over again, simply feeling. Left me breathless, as she frequently does! Please enjoy--

"I woke to see the first light of morning slowly illuminating our room. Hearing their soft breathing next to me, I knew they were still asleep...but I couldn't sleep anymore. Not wanting to wake them, I let my mind wander back to the night before. My memories were more sensual than visual, remembrances of touches and embraces than of images. I drifted, content..."

"Half-sleeping/dreaming, I heard Witness move and then felt him leave the bed. VSK stirred a little, making a sweet sound - half moan, half sigh, and I smiled to myself but kept still. I could hear Witness moving around in the bathroom - then sleepily stumbling back to the bed which dipped a little as he climbed back in, and I could feel him slide his body over Kitten's. I finally turned my head and found him staring at me with that look - that very devilish look I had hoped to see. "You awake?" Kitten murmured to him, her eyes still closed. But I could see her body undulating towards his. He rubbed himself against her like a snake."

"'How could I sleep with two beautiful, naked women in bed with me?' he said softly. I giggled. I saw his eyes wander over my breasts, and instinctively arched towards him. But he knew not to touch, not yet. Last night I had been hungry for sensation, and had eagerly sought mouths, tongues, cock, pussy - but this morning I wanted to live out another fantasy. I wanted to watch."

"I don't know that my friends have any idea how much I enjoy being voyeuristic, but I've always been a visual person - and this was a sight to behold. As Witness began to kiss his beautiful VSK, I turned on my side to watch. I loved the sight of his tongue invading her pretty pink mouth, the sounds she made as he kissed her roughly. He moved down and sucked on one pert little nipple, making it hard and extended - amazingly sexy to me. Down he went, until at last he buried his face between her legs. I gasped to see his tongue lick just below that small tuft of blonde hair, and to hear her moan simultaneously. God, this was turning me on. It was as if I could feel everything that she was feeling, every lick and suck. Witness's eyes were riveted on Kitten's face, and I turned to look - she was stunning. Head thrown back, mouth open, eyes squeezed shut in absolute pleasure. I realized I had turned on to my back, and was mimicking Kitten's body movements as if they were my own. Entranced by what I was seeing, I was suddenly surprised to feel Kitten's hand between my legs. I opened, and she rubbed my clit slowly - eliciting a true moan from me. I saw Witness's eyes rove from her to me, back and forth, obviously enjoying the show he was getting. He moved suddenly, rising up and mounting her. Kitten's hands continued to fondle me as he started to pump his hard cock into her pussy. His cock looked so good, glistening wet from her juices as he pounded. Oh, god, I thought, I'm gonna cum..."

"He slowed then, his thrusts more languorous as he looked at Kitten's hand on me. 'Is she ready?' he whispered to her, as if I were just a plaything laying there for their enjoyment (I was). I was so wet I was dripping."

"'Oh, she's ready...' she smiled."

Conchievement

2008-12-08T07:19:00.000-08:00

When I first started down the path toward sexual experimentation, I found a blog, Naked Loft Party, that really impressed me. The writer, Lex, is really quite talented, and he and his girlfriend and now wife live quite an interesting existence in New York City. At first, I found much of his "sexual ideology" based on a somewhat biased masculinity, looking down on us cuckolds who got off on seeing our wives play. As VSK and I have moved along, Lex has moved toward more typical swinging and beyond his usual modus operandi, which usually consisted having his girl pull another woman into their orbit for them both to enjoy. Not that Lex didn't pull his fair share of women, but women seem more comfortable playing with a new man if another woman is available, whether it be simple proximity or something more.

VSK has a bit of the green monster in her, and its been a fairly long while coming for her to be open and interested in playing with another woman. This last weekend brought a visit from a little minx, and it solidified in my mind and hers a configuration that we feel most comfortable at the moment playing in. This is not to say that having another man around couldn't be fun, but men are somehow more difficult. Maybe we're just changing.

Saturday night we went out to a great restaurant. We had spent a nice afternoon in bed. I'm not a blow by blow writer, but I will say that nothing is more enjoyable for me than having one then another lover take turns on you, and having them both work to get you off. Some selfishness in the bedroom is not always a bad thing.

For the evening, I had VSK and the minx both wear the matching collars I had picked out befitting such proud felines, and because they weren't too ostentatious, most folks, including our server, seemed not to notice. After the meal we all needed to walk off a few calories and eventually ended up in a famous local bar. Finding a space at the corner, the two sat to my right, the minx in between VSK and I. The bartender was a Goldie Hawn doppleganger, in both looks and attitude, and we were soon rollicking thru some whiskey and singing along to the two piece band playing the 80's greatest behind us. VSK picked up a parasite within about four minutes, a harmless drunk on the way to a divorce. I eyed her wondering if she wanted rescuing, and the minx slapped his hand away from her a time or two, but in general she can handle herself. And then he saw her collar.

The effect the collars had on everyone who noticed them was amazing. The Harmless Drunk was stupidly fascinated, but it was the women who were most curious. When they walked off to the bathroom two young women approached them, and asked "what's with the collars?" VSK and the minx tried to tell them, "we're trying to start a fashion trend," to which the questioners responded, "no, really." Two women sitting across the bar from us spotted our triad and it was amusing to see first some disgust on their faces turn into a new emotion, their focus on my partners relentless. A couple sat next to me on my left, and I was elevated to even a higher plane as the beautiful wife on my left started chatting with me. Her husband hadn't noticed the collars and interestingly grabbed the chain around her neck and twisted it slightly. I tapped him on the shoulder and then turned and gently put my finger through the ring on the minx's collar. "You need one of these."

This was interesting, watching other minds churn with possibilities. And then the husband noticed that VSK had a collar on and it was all over for him. He had been standing the whole time we had been drinking there, and his wife got up to go to the bathroom at about the time he noticed the collar(s). He was literally stunned, and had to sit down. I'm not sure what his actual words were but it was something on the line of "no way." The girls laughed, and at some point we sealed the deal with me first kissing VSK, then the minx and then they each other. I guess it was showboating but we just didn't give a damn. We were giddy and warm with each other and the couple on our left, plus the HD's somewhat pathetic pawing just knocked down our inhibitions. The wife to my left was casual about the whole thing, and I found that I really liked our new friends, my never ending search for converts to the cause now aroused by the possibility of connecting somehow with them. I excused myself and her husband said to the girls, "this is the greatest night ever." I was content to find them gone after I got back from the bathroom, leaving us to say goodbye to their friend of who had joined our little group at the tail end of our evening at about the time the veil was coming off our little scenario. Perhaps he put it best when as we left he simply said, "I wanna go where you're going."

Tech lovers . . . sorta

2008-11-24T16:28:00.001-08:00

Technology, as much as anything, has opened up possibilities in VSK and my relationship. With our first forays into becoming a play couple we found that the difficulty of creating an online persona and becoming digital simply made us look like fakes. The game was skewed toward the young as technology and fresh faces shine brighter in the visual economy that backs much of the alternative lifestyle world. This blog is so easy compared to what we used to try to accomplish at AFF that we are only mildly discomfited by the process of producing content. I haven’t been writing much about the internal workings of our emotional playground and VSK has mostly been concerning herself with the prurient longings that course through her winsome limbs. Discovering women for her has been a revelation. I’ve always known that women are easier to deal with than men. She is now beginning to see that advantage through my wolfish eyes. The newest toy for both of us is the camera phone. And it’s really a camera video too, both which promise a plethora of kinky, erotic possibilities. We have posted a number of images lately that were taken by phone. They tend to be lower fidelity than the digital camera but maybe that suits the sexual verite we strive to document. Let me know if you like a particular shot and maybe we can do a better job editing them. And thank all of you have left comments over the months and on the last post suggesting new directions. We’d like to become better listeners, and content providers in the future.

Looking for new bloggers

2008-11-13T16:40:00.000-08:00

I've been whittling down our blog roll and frankly its getting sparce. I haven't been searching enough and I am always a little leery of just adding bloggers to my broll without a prior OK. Wouldn't want to piss anyone off! Except VSK and the minx. The later hates when I have the temerity to use words like "temerity" and the former gets greenish fiery when I tell her I want to bury it in the minx. Whatever came over me thinking two would be better than one? Greed? Hey, its better but its more to worry about. And the two require discipline. Demand it. I need a soundproof room, I tell ya.

Send me your suggestions, your blog link, your energy. I know I am going to need it.

Keeping the faith

2008-11-06T08:17:00.000-08:00

Sex blogging requires a certain frisson, a need to scratch an itch that doesn't reveal itself in the day to day normalcy. At least that is how it started for us. As we have moved towards solving that inclination with experimentation, the urge to write has lessened. I doubt if we will quit blogging right yet, but when you are doing rather than fantasizing, some spark to write does disappear. That, mixed with the ridiculous and braying demands of work, makes us bad bloggers. We should post at least twice a week by my reckoning, and I think we are down to twice a month. But we aren't stopping. I swear to Buddha.

In the last few weeks we have found a new female friend who we feel very comfortable with. VSK has posted how her little green monster was enraged by this discovery and then calmed by the warm and soft delights of this hot little minx and she'll write more about that in the future no doubt. The things that make playing with someone who you are compatible with vs playing with someone who, by no fault of their own, requires some self-editing is eye-opening. Early in our experimentations we would bend over backwards and sometimes it left us feeling odd or frustrated. Now every encounter is only within our comfort zone and that is because we are experienced enough to demand our own needs be fairly met. Our demands aren't too heavy either. A clear line of communication is really all we hope for.

The picture is from last night. I requested kitten to "dress up." Now this ain't the greatest pic but its alright. She sat in the chair and I pulled her head down to my cock. I asked that she push her lips together, essentially using her mouth as a quim. Then I turned her around and pounded away her cries as always a mix of pleasure and encouragement. A lot of our play has gotten more direct and I might say that she's been "broken in" nicely these days. I used to think that the sexism of a comment such as that precluded true eroticism, but when you trust somebody completely, the academic categories lose some of their protective sheen. After nearly killing myself jackhammering away from behind on the chair, I fell back on the bed, and demanded she service me again with her mouth. And her enthusiasm brought me to a unique hardness, which I then finished her off with. We literally passed out afterwards.

Someone said about Obama's victory that for them, this would be the first time they felt represented rather than governed. After years of feeling governed, I can say that we feel free enough now to trust in our representations. Its just hard to avoid feeling governed by the blog. Happy HNT!

2008-10-22T21:53:00.000-07:00

So, where were we…oh yes, tied to the bed, next to each other. We were instructed to not talk, so naturally I broke the rule right away, and received a smack on the ass for my transgression. SHE let out the softest of gasps, but Witness heard and meted out like “punishment” to her. So, quiet we became, except for our breathing. I could hear HER breath quicken and feel her body tense slightly so I knew that Witness was running his hands over her body; then he did the same to me, eliciting a sigh of enjoyment. It wasn’t long before Witness was manipulating both of us (something he later described as somewhat akin to juggling (left, right, left, right)). He was in seventh heaven, one girl on each hand! It was a very surreal and exciting moment for me, listening to HER moans of pleasure at the same moment I was experiencing similar thrills. It was like an out-of-body experience, HER moans were in response to Witness’s touch to me; my moans were in response to what SHE was feeling. We were one in those moments. Somehow our hands that were clipped together found each other, tentative touches at first, seeking to understand our “oneness” and our exhilaration, wondering what was next. Our fingers entwined, electric-like currents ran through our bodies, we were completely aroused! At some point we were released from our bonds, blindfolds removed, SHE and I looked into each other’s eyes. A kiss was suggested, we moved closer and partook in the suppleness of each other lips, tasted each other’s mouths with our tongues. Witness left the room to check on something and we were left alone to our own explorations. When he returned we were in the sweetest embrace, entwined and lost in one another. A soft and gentle and intense experience like I have never before had and that I look forward to experiencing again. We continued in our “afternoon delight” until it was time to leave. New adventures were had by the three of us. One of the most interesting things about our time together was how very comfortable and natural it all felt. Now my dreams are of the way HER lips and body felt pressed against mine; the taste of HER on my tongue; the desire to learn more about HER.

And now, we are heading off to “experience” more…I’ll write soon.

VSK with more of the story herself...

2008-10-16T23:52:00.000-07:00

Witness had an opportunity. How could I deny him? In our forays into the world of sharing, the males have been more likely to take the bait than females, hell, only males have really been landed. So, when Witness asked if he could make plans I could only give my assent. There has been quite a bit of soul searching and striving to understand that there is nothing more than desire. Witness has a past history of letting his heart and emotions move forward. This was indeed a worrisome aspect of his adventure. The jealousy that presented itself was an uncontrolled emotion for me. The neediness that was brought forth from his action was foreign. We have had many nights of discussion and I have required, needed, demanded, repeated proof that there is nothing more than a desire to explore, that his heart is still with me. Certain rules were bent, certain not quite truths were asserted, certain understandings were allowed to move in a misdirection. We have managed to move forward.

Witness was teasing me and making up fantasies, testing the waters if you will. He was suggesting a scenario he would like to happen. Then, with two days notice, he told me that SHE was coming to town and he would like us to meet. Well, we had quite a long night into the wee hours of the morning. We discussed and argued; the fierceness of my love for him came through and we made love. As I lay there, later, listening to his not so soft snores (sorry love, it is true), I resolved that this meeting should happen and it should be on my terms. So, I made plans. And the next day I prepared a script of sorts.

And a box of surprises. When Witness arrived home that evening, the box was positioned on his side of the bed. He was curious and I shared my idea and set some ground rules. There could be no display of tenderness to HER, this would only make the green-headed monster rise from my depths. He seemed to like my plan (hee, hee). So...the next day we picked HER up from the meeting place. He and I greeted her and opened the back door of the car. I went around to the other side and also sat in the back seat. After some brief exchange of typical pleasantries I let her know that I was nervous and that I imagined SHE was as well. So I suggested some drinks (I had orange juice and vodka at the ready). She agreed. Half way home, Witness pointed out the box that was between HER and I. She was curious and a bit "terrified" about its contents. Witness told me to open it and help her with the contents. I opened the box and lifted out the first pair of cuffs. They are neoprene with velcro and a latch that connects the two. I put one on her left arm and was rather excited to see her breath catch and, as I noted her excitement, I put the other on my right arm. Witness told me to continue, so I took out the second set of cuffs and put them on our other wrists. Then I refreshed our drinks!

Upon arrival at the house, Witness led us inside. He handed a blindfold to HER and told her to put it on while he sent me to find the other one. When I returned SHE looked very cute in her awkwardness, not sure what to do with her hands, not sure what would happen, and very much curious. Witness blindfolded me and then left us standing in the entry, standing alone. She whispered to me that she couldn't believe she was here. I took her hand and said let's go sit down, I know the way without sight. Witness came back and we had a bit of nervous chat and giggles. Then Witness commanded that I take her upstairs. She was concerned about the stairs and I told her I would not lead her astray (ha!). In our room, Witness disrobed each of us and had us lay upon the bed, face down. He tied us to the bed, next to each other.

To be continued...

Its coming

2008-10-10T10:30:00.000-07:00

VSK informs me that she is working on a post. In the meantime, I'll be working on her. I sent this pic to a friend, who's now smitten with VSK. So, happy belated HNT. This weekend should be promising as well, maybe she'll post. I know I'll be working the camera.

Have a great weekend!

Full Circle

2008-09-29T07:37:00.000-07:00

The summer of 08 has been one that has brought our relationship back to the beginning of where it started. The first year of our relationship was heady, and within 7 or 8 months of our meeting I was fast at work trying to complicate and nearly wreck what has become the cornerstone of my life. I was young and dumb and idealistic: I thought it was possible to love more than one woman at a time. What I really wanted was cake, and the time to eat it too. So we loved and fought and somehow VSK forgave me enough to move forward and I decided that I could not live without her. That much I got right.

28 years later, I would not argue that it is possible to love more than one woman, but it very well might be possible to have more than one woman to make love to. That is, after many years of trying, I finally met somebody who wanted to be with me. Its not that I'm chopped liver, but I do better with girls who are friends than girlfriends. I am Mr. Safe. I know no means no. Finding a playmate was something I wanted to do, but while I had a couple of close calls, mostly it was no dice. VSK found a few takers, we had a lot of fun and I stopped thinking about it too much. Stuff happens when it is ready to happen.

When VSK found out that I had plans, potential and possibility, it tore at her. Romance is different than "playtime" and she wondered if I was going to go back to my bad old self, letting another woman into my heart in such a way that she felt excluded, diminished. I tried to mollify her, comfort her, remind her that no woman could possibly replace what we had experienced together. Some moments my efforts seemed to work. Some times VSK railed at me, questioning my honesty. Was I up to something? Was I telling her everything? Could she trust this new woman? Would she have to?

I thought that the two of them needed to meet, and an opportunity arose. Two nights before my friend was to arrive, VSK and I fought into the wee hours of the evening. At some level I thought my fantasy was over. At another level I resolved to wait and see. VSK surprises. And she loves me fiercely, something our late night battle captured with near frightening clarity.

The next morning, VSK put a shoe box on the bed. In it were four restraintes, meant for binding a person to a bed or maybe a piano. She explained to me what she thought we might do, as the plan was for us to pick up and meet my friend. I was surprised. I still felt a fair amount of trepidation, but the plan to have fun seemed right. This was jumping in the water without testing the temperature. A big step but logical. Sometimes you just have to rip the bandage right off.

I'll leave the rest of the story to VSK. It was, without a doubt, one of the most memorable days of my life. This is not the end of the story.....

Yes, Master

2008-09-10T18:24:00.000-07:00

I have been ordered to write a post and to include 4 pictures. As you know, I like to please. And that, along with the threat of no physical contact if I don't do as I am told, encourages me to be obedient.

We had one of those fantastic weekends; a house all to ourselves and plenty of time to do as we please. Of course we had to keep up on our "batting average" (since July 4 we have only missed 5 days). We spent most of the time engaged in this kind of activity:

We also continued to explore the fantastical world of BDSM. There is a tremendous amount of trust that goes along with this kind of play. I find it a huge turn on. Witness tested my obedience, and I tested my compliance. A very good friend was over for a visit, I went to retrieve something from the bedroom and Witness snuck in behind me. He stripped me, put on the blindfold and restraints and led me to the living room (gulp) and tied me up in full view. He announced that I was the toy for the afternoon while they watched sports, drank beer and played with me whenever they wanted. I felt very exposed laying there, knowing they were looking at me, wondering what would happen. I had to let go of traditional concepts of privacy and self-protection and chastity. I could feel my pussy pulsate and dampen. Witness said from across the room that he could see me getting wet. The anticipation and waiting for the first touch was nearly tortuous.

Our friend had to depart after just a little while, so Witness rolled me over

And rewarded me with a spanking. Here is a glimpse of my punished self (this is the tamer picture):

I think my favorite parts of a spanking are the heighten awareness just before the first swat, the going out-of-my mind during the smacks, and the release of the endorphins as the skin tingles and burns afterward. Kinky and fun!

Now that I have done as commanded I wonder what will be my reward?! (Oooo, I posted 5 pics--bonus!)

Piano Love

2008-09-09T17:07:00.000-07:00

This last weekend, VSK had one of her fantasies slightly, if not well, realized. She has been encouraging me to tie her up, and she likes a fair bit of a spanking, as the last post alluded too. She has always had that "I want to please" personality and its taken stupid ol' me a long time to see that as what it might become sexually. Others see it in seconds and you can image the flies and larger insects it does attract. Sometimes she attracts a dragonfly. Sometimes ladybugs. Lately its been drawing me like a moth to a flame.

It is stunning how much burn damage a man can take. Or two men. VSK likes the idea of being blindfolded and tied up, and knowing my eyes aren't the only ones in the room. She gets so aroused it dumbfounds me. Days later it becomes an easy rush to rally to, and every day now for weeks there has been sex. Some days she want to practice her oral skills, sometimes she wants me to seek some rare area to ravish. You get the picture. And I'll get the picture on the dang post here as soon as I get them properly downloaded. Stay tuned . . .

HNT afterglow

2008-08-28T18:18:00.000-07:00

Well I was gonna do a hnt facial, but the facial was more fun than the hnt. So here's something less, and maybe something more. Happy Thursday!

A Summer to Remember

2008-08-27T08:30:00.000-07:00

I really can’t fathom, or maybe I can but still find a tremendous oddity in the situation VSK and I now find ourselves in. For quite some time, about 12 years really, we’ve taken our relationship “open” and begun a process of experimentation that I never would have expected in the earlier years of our marriage. Until then, neither she nor I “cheated” on each other (after we took our vows), and our sex life seemed not bad given that during the first ten years of our marriage 8 of them were filled with new and growing children. There was a major tragedy that happened during this time, which I’m not going to go into, and there was also a new home, new jobs, joblessness, debt, etc that we had to overcome. I wrote about our sexual history in a previous blog so I won’t go back over it here but its worth mentioning that the changes that began with my wife’s seduction by another man did not exactly happen overnight, something the word “open” can not sufficiently convey. In fact, our relationship has been anything but open for most of those 12 years. Most of the time we were as closed as a summer ski lift. But winter does come around regularly, and I’ve been know to bomb down hills on a mountain bike. Which gives the ski lift operator a new summer job.

This summer my job has been to let VSK go wild, mostly with me but often enough with others. Lately, we’ve been open, very open for us. It would seem that we have reached the proverbial “tipping point:” a moment in our relationship that while not easy, is never boring and always an adventure. VSK has found a personal space to inhabit that allows her to pretty much do whatever she wants, and still feel “normal” the next day. “Normal” is a shitty word, how about “horny?” I probably have always felt horny, every day seems like just about the right amount as far as sex goes for me. Not that I have had sex, even with myself, every day for more than a few weeks at a time. One year VSK and I (pre-open I think) kept a “batting average” whereby each day is an at bat and every sex act is a hit. Our average was somewhere around .700. We were in a contest with another couple, and we won. We are really winning a lot these days. Since the fourth of July, we are batting .878. Maybe this really should be called slugging percentage?

If we were also to find a statistic for others included in our “game,” it too would be sufficiently gaudy, for us at least, given the paucity (in my mind anyway) of liaisons prior to this summer. I like to lie in bed and try to come up with a number for the times VSK has played with others and it’s not that high a number. Maybe 40 times, if you count every little contact that could get you Lewinskied in our “I own your fuck” based society. It really does depend what you mean by “sex” and I pretty much liberally think it involves genitalia, manipulated for pleasure and not always (even rarely) done to paroxysm. And those 40 times, which VSK probably would halve given her level of involvement or her partner’s tumescence, have occurred with the same small staff of decidedly less that 10. Cut that in half pretty much too. No wonder some of us have trouble performing. All this cutting going on. Anyway, I know that I would like to chop more wood, and regularly curse my ax for ill-timed desertion.

But while I would like to say we were always moving forward or gaining experience, in our world this is not really how it has worked. Evolution, it turns out, comes in fits and starts which only appear gradual in the relationship record. I think only now can we say we have an “open” relationship. And “open” relationships have rules, just as strong as and maybe stronger than “traditional” ones.

The bigger point I would like to make is that our relationship is really just on a sexual continuum that includes monogamy and goes to polyamory with lots of kinky stops in-between, and is only functional, like all other relationships, in direct proportion to the amount of quality, useable, accurate and respectful communication we can muster. I find that words associated with “open” relationships to be totally inadequate to explain what is going on. It seems axiomatic that the words used to describe most traditional relationships are equally faulty and not up to the task of explaining the complexity of behavior that leads two people to marry and stick by that decision. I really love the decision I made, and the subsequent decisions we have made as a couple. Perhaps that is a better definition for an “open” relationship, although many “closed” marriages are certainly happy with their group decision. And many, very very many are not happy with their joint or what are actually individual choices masquerading as doing what he says (Let’s leave the gays out of this bit of thinly veiled feminist theory). But we are no better really than straight folks who communicate well, simply put we are probably more like them than not, if we can get past the genitalia. Which I can’t, except for this post maybe. More pulchritude to come! More coming pulchritude. The amateur philosopher is dead, long live the amateur pornographer.

Spank

2008-08-11T21:54:00.000-07:00

Witness worked longer tonight than me for a change. So I took a trolley and met him at his office (we carpool). Sitting on the trolley with the swaying motion got me to thinking about sex (imagine that), but I knew Witness had had a long day and would be tired. Imagine my surprise and delight when I entered his business and he gave me that particular look and ordered me to his office. He commanded me to kneel on one of the office chairs, threw my skirt up over my back and yanked down my panties. Then he smacked my ass. Caught me by surprise, but god how it excited me, the initial sting and then the warmth. He reached between my legs and fondled me to a moist state of frenzy. I really wanted his cock then, but he had another idea. He was in charge! He told me to turn around and he sat opposite me. He didn't need to tell me what to do then as I leaned forward and teased him with my tongue and took him in my mouth. It was so exciting to be bent over him, my swollen sex parts rubbing the chair, I could have come then, but he pulled me up to straddle him. Now, I don't know if any of you have had experience in office chairs, but they have wheels and they tilt. Sex can be hot and funny! Suddenly he says ow, we ran over his foot! We moved into another position and let our passion take over. A great ending to a long day.

Happy Anniversary

2008-08-02T20:36:00.000-07:00

Wow, what a weekend. It is our wedding anniversary, 22 years. The kids went away for the weekend and we are all alone. Well, except for a while last night. A friend called that I/we haven't seen for quite a while. We invited him over. Before he arrived we set up candles and I put on a little sexy robe. When he arrived we did the little chit chat thing to get to a comfortable vibe. Did a little teasing and dropped my robe. Witness had the front row seat for observation and I completely enjoyed engrossing my self with our guest, he does does light me up and we all enjoyed our sexuality for a couple of hours. It was all about the raw physicality. Witness took played photographer; it is interesting to me what things he focuses on and what excites him. Also interesting is that both men are watchers and our guest wanted to watch me with my husband, which I did. One of my recurring fantasies is to be on my knees blowing one guy and another guy pounding me from behind, and it is so satisfying when I get to participate in that. I really had a great time. Unfortunately, our friend had to leave, if he had stayed I am sure we would have explored many things as we grew more comfortable with each other. Next time.

Now for the next morning. Witness woke up in quite a state and he felt the urge to "punish" me for my "transgressions" the night before. We have been dabbling in a bit of bondage and some rough sex play and I enjoy it. When he ties me up, I become so aware of my skin and key body parts and I get so aroused (as I am getting now thinking about it) and a whole new realm opens to us. Being bound I have to give myself completely to him. It is so fascinating to both of us to move into roles that we have not fully explored. Having been together for so long it is a big charge to learn new things about one another and ourselves.

What happens when the blogging stops

2008-07-29T10:38:00.001-07:00

July has been an amazing month for us, and its not over yet. Without going into a blow by blow of every little and not so little bit of fun we/she have been having, suffice is to say that we are alive and very well. It must be the heat. Heat begets heat I guess.

Every day since July 4th, with three days off because I was out of town, VSK and I have managed to connect. And some of the connections have been beyond what either of us really expected. Its pretty interesting to be married to someone for over 20 years, think you have a pretty progressive sex life and then discover that you partner has another level that she's been saving for a rainy day. Or a hot day. And night.

The catalyst for this change was something I did, although I think I'll leave the details to VSK when and if she wants to discuss it. Intimacy should not be compromised by blogging. We are pretty frank, and we have not hidden the fact that we do fight about things, and struggle to communicate better. Our relationship hits rocky parts, although we firmly believe nothing will ever separate us. We got lazy earlier this year, fought quite a bit in May and June and figured out what was going on in July. And we can't get enough of each other now. Its fun to "rediscover" each other like this. I think most couples who do have successful relationships go through similar ups and downs.

We'll get back to posting, pics being what most folks want to see, rather than my pedestrian musings. But I thought a status report was in order. Thanks for reading.

Self-portrait Happy 4th

2008-07-04T00:02:00.000-07:00

What I learned tonight is that it is not necessarily easy to take pictures of oneself! But I think I did okay. At least I didn't catch fire from the candles. Another thing I learned is that I can have an orgasm in the time it takes to upload a couple of shots! It has been an interesting week what with Witness out-of-town and planning a rendevouz for next week. Brings about the whole question of the role of jealousy in a relationship! That's a story for another night. This was going to be a Happy Naked Thursday post, but what with the figuring out how to do it all (I'm a virgin, hah) and every thing I seemed to have missed the deadline. Y'all will have to settle on a Happy 4th. I wish you all a great number of fireworks and bangs. I certainly hope to get it in the flesh soon electricity only goes so far! Love everyone! VSK

2008-06-26T23:08:00.000-07:00

Hey there my friends! The problem with kids is that I depend on them for the advanced technical stuff. Well, them and the IT guys at work. But neither is really appropriate to ask for help in uploading pictures (althougth the IT guys would get a big . . . kick out of it) ! So, you will have to let your imagination run wild picturing me in a long shot, leaning back on the cream-colored couch, the green of the outdoors in the background, me wearing a smile and a flower lei. Okay, so it is late. I have had a couple (4) glasses of wine. I gave up on trying to find the cable to transfer the pics from the camera to my BRAND NEW LAPTOP. VSK witness is out of town, and so I was working on a crossword and a thread started in my head. What do you think? You know I love all of your comments! Take care.

P.S. Pizza Boy, lunch tomorrow? I have to work part of the day, call me mijo!
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Object of my desire, oh how you inspire.
I watch, barely breathing, as you appear,
A smile ready on your lips, a playful comment emits.
I wonder, are you serious, do you really know what you are saying?
What if I call your bluff; what if you call mine?

You are lanky, sinewy, raw.
Untried, unused, unfettered.
Such energy, such disregard, such frailty, there, just below the bravado.

What is it that you want? What is it that I can offer?
Oh, and how I imagine, how I dream, how I can very nearly feel the all of you.
My breath, it is so shallow; I dare not want more.

I want to take you, teach you, treat you.
There is so much.
You are so . . . so young, and old, too.
You have been misused, misled, mistrusted.
You want…what? Do you know?

I want . . . what, do I know?
Primal, maternal, more than physical.
It is blurry, the lines of my desire;
Hot, warm, troublesome.

You leave your traces in so many places.
Do you even know?
Do you feel the heat? Do you hear the unsaid?
Can I feel you? Please?

You inspire.
My desire.

Absence makes the dick grow harder

2008-06-20T19:26:00.000-07:00

I'm off for a little work trip, which means that the kitten and I will be apart for a little while. I'm sure that anyone who has been married for awhile or who's been in a LTR of some length knows that there are some interesting things that happen when you are away from your sweety. It is as if distance brings clarity. The last few weeks have been a bit rough on the two of us, not that we haven't been through rough before, but the rocky bits are real between us and we have to work hard to get past our conflicts and get back to communicating fairly and well. VSK has been her usual best, and we have been at each other like mink. And now I will be away from her for maybe two weeks and this always seems to be interesting. Grounding even.

When we were pups we called each other every night. We learned about phone sex. Now when I leave I fantasize about her "playing around" even though I have learned that this is unlikely. A couple of times in the past when I have gone away she has convinced me that she had/is having sex with someone. I find out later that my fantasy was just that, and perhaps this really doesn't matter. The few moments I get, convinced that I've been had are priceless. The reality doesn't necessarily take away from the imagination.

This trip will be interesting because I have some plans of my own. Not that I really expect that I will get anywhere with the woman I have been thinking about, but the potential is worth some sort of pleasure, in the mind of the beholder. It helps to remember that no matter what my "success" might be, I return to nirvana. I do realize how lucky I am. I will be counting my blessings every day.

Here's a little belated HNT. Best to everyone.

What the Smart Set doesn't understand

2008-06-10T11:40:00.000-07:00

If you spend any amount of time in a LTR and any amount of time reading say The New Yorker, the New York Times, or anyone who likes to think they have the key to the internal workings of the great American mentality, you run up against, again and again, the dispensation of the Grand Emotional Truth. GET, for short. As in, do you get it? Do you understand that love is different than lust and the never the twain should meet in a real romance? Even when your not getting it, because that getting of it is just porn, and they (the great herd of smart received wisdom about love and sex) all know what that is.

Like fuck they do. The NYTimes pubished a story about a couple of couples who decided, egads!, to see how many days in a row they could do it. They made sex into work, and found out that, "hey, this seems to have helped our intimacy!" The average American couple does it 66 times a year, and most figure that figure is higher than it really is for those who have been in a LTR, because we all know young couples do it at a higher frequency. And eventually reality/boredom comes to play its well known cards and the GET holds that slow death as normal.

I started writing this blog about a year ago because I wanted not only to show off and play with my wife, but because I think that what passes for the GET amongst American couples and described in the media, high and low, sucks eggs. I don't want to get all political here, but there is a reason why we are a country prone to violence, prone to over-eating, prone to Prozac, number one in the world in prisoners kept and keepers of a high divorce rate. Simply put, the Puritans were wrong about fucking, folks. They didn't get it and what they left as a foundation for sexuality in this great nation is as bad a legacy as can be imagined. Someone please show me the great happy normalcy that is the foundation of our greatness. And as the readers of this blog know; it doesn't exist. It never did. And occasionally the ones that seem so sure that porn killed romance piss me off so much I have to vent. I'm betting that romance has killed more than porn ever did. At least if death equals begging your wife for a blow job.

What I mean to engage is the truth that if you don't have a working sex life, its gonna be damn difficult to have intimacy, and intimacy is the salvation of "romance." It nearly the definition of romance. The intimacy that partners can share by know each other's bodies is the fundamental root of our romantic worlds. The smart set of folks who have all read too many novels and lost their physicality in the grand narratives of the GET, those folks will never get to understand how a show like Swingtown or whatnot might have something bigger to say than "Friday Night Lights." I know that we all want to think we are special, and that our special relationship is a gift of fate that makes sense of what we are to do with our time here, but what if that is not so? We make our own realities, and to the extent that we have the guts to trust our own desires as good and not bad, we can garner something that feels a lot like the freedom we all cherish so well, and practice so poorly.

After a year at this blog, I've got to come clean even as I plan on posting more nekkid wife pics. There is a battle out there for the sensibility or our nations sexual and emotional truths. First thing you need to know is that its plural not singular. Something swinging sex bloggers are pointing out with every post.

Late HNT

2008-05-30T09:06:00.001-07:00

Its been several days since we've screwed. I've been bad. I've not been my usual playful self . . .

As you can see, I've got a lot to think about. I've been missing something.

Imagine having a Ferrari. Imagine not having the keys . . .

This HNT is not on time but still, better than nothing. Several times better than nothing I figure.

HNT in pink

2008-05-22T11:31:00.000-07:00

I'm really not one to brag, although by posting pics of my wife, I guess I am bragging. This photoshoot went real well. Funny that I had to use my back up back up camera, as I've misplaced the battery charger for the new camera. Ha! Sometime old technology is the best. Or, older technology can still be quite useable. Like Milf's. Not to call VSK old, but I guess I did. She sure worked my old cock over after these pics were taken. Hope she inspires some self-abuse out there . . .

I should point out that this photo episode was sponsored by a little shopping at the old adult superstore. Lots of tight clinging things to chose from. When VSK got home, she was wearing her killer green dress and looked like the proverbial sexy librarian. But she couldn't wait to get into this outfit, and she even wore it with high heals. Wow, its amazing what those shoes can do. She'll tell you she was feeling a little puffy, but hell, I think we can all see past that. She got me puffy, then nearly choked me to death while I was banging her missionary style. I admit I liked it, rough bad kitty. Rowr!

Jewelry

2008-05-18T20:22:00.000-07:00

VSK mentioned that she might like a little piece of jewelry, I guess sorta to get into character. Typical me went a bit overboard. Now we have folks asking, what does VSK stand for? Very Sexy Kitty? Voluptuous Super Kitten? Vixen Seeks Kona? Voldemort Sucks Kielbasa? Help! We kinda feel like maybe we don't care if some folks know what its for, but I don't want this piece to find its way out only on special secret occasions. Fire away, my brain is dry. VSK has drained me this weekend, in more ways than one. And that's a good thing, mostly.