About Done

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!

Dancing for the boys . . .

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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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The Minx's Perspective

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."

VSK with more of the story herself...

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...

Happy Anniversary

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.

She finally writes again!

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

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

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

Mammo Friday (public service announcement)

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

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

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

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

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

Love to all.

VSK

So U O when you blow?

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This is the text message VSK Witness sends me while he is heading up north to visit his dad. He and Playmate were going on a little trip to take dad out on a fishing excursion. Wow, I thought, Playmate actually talked about the other night!

Hmm, the other night. Well, the children were out and about, meaning away from the house. Playmate and Witness had returned to our house after picking up a delivery of fish from the airport. They are both fish hobbyists; the fish being tropical and kept at our house (he is only allowed one tank at his house) in the fish room (over 20 tanks) set up in half the garage. After putting the fish in their new homes, Witness convienently left to pick up one child (and friends) from an event. So, gee, that left Playmate and me all alone, unchaperoned! Whatever would we do? So off to the fellatio, I mean fish, room we went. After some initial hemming and hawing, talking about fish and what not, Playmate made a positive remark about the events on game day. He really enjoyed the blow job, really. I smiled demurely (or lustfully, perhaps) and asked if he would like a repeat. In response he dropped his pants and sat down on a conveniently placed chair (hmm, wonder why that was there). I took off my blouse to reveal my sexy bra and then wiggled out of my pants. He asked why I was getting undressed and I said I was just getting comfortable. He was rigid and ready. I lowered myself to my knees and rubbed his cock in my cleavage. I once had a male coworker ask about the attraction for a women to make a man come by rubbing him between her breasts--I told him to just imagine the view! But I digress. After some moments of this delightful activity, I took him in my mouth and eagerly started with the whole sucking, licking, face-rubbing action, and the more I did it the more excited I became. Kneeling there on the hard garage floor, surrounded by the fish tanks, clad only in bra and panties, encased between his legs, wow! I recognized the slope I was climbing, my breathing became quite ragged, my heart raced, I just let my body take over and I orgasmed! I kind of chuckled and took a moment to catch my breath and he asked what was so amusing. "I just came," I told him. "Really?" he asked. I just looked up at him and smiled then resumed pleasuring him until he had his own orgasm, yea! I eased my body back, the cold cement floor against my bare skin felt delicious.

So on their little drive he told Witness "Your wife is a freak." "How so?" Witness queries. So Playmate related how I came without even being touched. "Yeah, she does that."

I O when I blow, I O when I drive, I can even O in a conference room, but I have to be careful there! Mind over matter and a terrific imagination!

The Wife Writes!!

Today is Naked Friday (saw it on the Internet-so it must be true) and in keeping with that I decided to do naked housecleaning. Yup, carried the laundry down and got it sorted and started the machines, picked up the house (well, picked up the stuff everyone thinks is okay to leave lay wherever), started on the downstairs bathroom--all bareassed nekkid (maybe I'll add a picture when I learn how). Then decided I had better try my hand at writing something for our new (and my only) blogsite (is that what it is called?). It will make my husband happy and that is what makes me happy.

I wanted to get an idea of what people write on these things so I started by looking at some of the sites hubby has linked on the page. Of course I got distracted and had to take an electronic-pleasuring break, but I'm back now, sitting on a towel (don't want to besmirch the leather chair and possibly face embarrasing questions from the children), trying to figure out what to write.

Yes, yes, I'll write about Monday night! As my dear husband, VSK Witness, has mentioned we have a friend we play with every now and then, so I'll call him Playmate. Well, Playmate had a couple of tickets to the ball game and Witness couldn't go. Playmate's wife has no (like zero) interest in watching ball games, so I got to go! We were watching the game and our team wasn't doing so well. Playmate says, "If they lose you know what you have to do." So I grinned at him and said "Yeah, and if they win, you know what you have to do!" Well, they lost. We left the ballpark and Playmate drove me to the building where my car was parked in the underground garage. We had to go through the building (requires a secruity card), wave at the guard, and take the elevator to the garage. Playmate sat in the front seat, passenger side and I was in the driver's seat getting ready to take him up to his car. Playmate said, "Time to pay up!" I suggested a raincheck (it was late after all), and in response he lowered his pants and I could see he was well on his way to full erection. And that made me excited. So I scooted my seat back, knelt on the floor in the foot well, leaned over the center divide and bent over his cock. He has a very wide cock (I can't encircle it with one hand). And I have learned that trying to do a traditional cock-fully-in-the-mouth BJ can be tiring and trying with him, so I mix it up with some face rubbing, licking and nibbling all along his shaft. The face rubbing seems to really get him going (just learned this the other night in the spa), and he came really hard, like can't-catch-my-breath hard! And that made me happy, especially when I thought about telling Witness and how happy that would make him, and then I could be happy some more (as well as get fucked which would further add to my happiness factor).

Funny part: after a few moments of recovery, I discovered that I was stuck--steering wheel in the back, legs in awkard position-loss of feeling, no real leverage point stuck! I looked up at Playmate and said, "Call 911 I'm stuck!" And we just busted up laughing.