No Fred Astaire am I. I hated the sqaure dancing the made us do in PE in 7th grade...WTF is with Doe-see-Doe and bow to your partner have fuck-all to do with physical education...I however along the way early on figured out that you could walk up to any gorgeous girl at a dance and more often than not be having at least cursory physical contact with her.
I have a theory too about why this odd practice evolved socially. Its about the pheremones baby. You get within someone's arms and you are easily within range of being pheremonally manipulated. Awsome. As we said back in the 80's when I was dancing to Rick James "Superfreak" and Robert John's "Sad Eyes".
I now use this to my advantage at every opportunity. I SUCK at boot-scootin' country line dancing and other girls dancing with girls mostly stuff, but I persist...its a good way to get a foot albeit a clumsy one in the door, or in this case under the skirt. I have had a couple of successes at meeting women in country bars AFTER I ditched my cowboy boots that felt like an affectation. I actually found them surprisingly comfortable and still wear 'em but not to country bars. Well thats another story...I'll tell that next maybe.
This one is about last Saturday Night. I had cruised the hotel lobby bar and the nearby ones Friday after my training session to no avail. Ditto (predictably) Craigslist, but some fun reads. Ashley-Madison had thoughtfully sent out an advance party looking for a little guilty-wife tail but I didn't put in the effort I should have. They have a nice feature for the traveler where you can mass email in a city you are visiting recognizing you haven't the time to put in the effort pursuing them by ones and twos for a one or two day stay, "we're MASS cummunicatin' boy!" That too is a whole other post I think.
So a little pent up fantasy looking for an outlet took me shoppin for some strange if you will a bit farther afield than I usually go. I wandered about the city and found a hole in the wall that had a sign out front about "dance tonight." I stopped in and grinned at Billy Idol's "Dancing with Myself." after a couple of songs.
I spotted a youngish couple, was a little wary of the possible gang-ish looking (prison??!) tats on husband/boyfriend's neck. Nice interview fodder that, I am sure. Turned out to be husband, he seemed OK when I approached. Had a young James Olmos voice and made me smile a bit at how he seemed to lay it on a little thick when he said "no problem, homes." When I asked if I might borrow his wife.
Just like that. No preamble, no groundwork. Of course he correctly interpreted my meaning as in to dance with but you know, baby steps.
She was as Jimmy Biffut would describe, a "Mexican Cutey". I demurred asking her her country of origin despite a delicious accent that "teek-eled" my ear delightfully. Couldn't have been more than 5' but tall heels and a confidant stride made her a lot of woman in such a petite package.
I cut her out of the herd after observing her unsuccessful attempt to drag Mr. Machismo out onto the floor. I didn;t approach then, just followed it away, until I caught her actually dancing a few steps in place while husband and a friend sat at one of those high small bar tables and chatted.
He watched, but seemed unconcerned. I minded my hand position..I had in no way permission granted to squeeze the Charmin so I did my best to enjoy her with a little air gap...she had a nice groove of moving in with a little bump but not exactly a grind. stereotypical I know but Latina sensual.
We made small talk I complimented her on her dancing, apologized for my pedestrian skills. We talked about competitive dancers she was wistful saying not about the competition but she'd love to have a partner that could whirl her around like they do. I made a few exaggerated moves, didn't drop her and was rewarded with a laugh of delight.
I inquired about her actual partner."Does he not dance?" she shook her head and explained he does and well she says, but seems to have a policy of leaving her wanting more...more complicated than that I suspect..
"You don't want to leave a woman wanting too much more...I teased.
"No," she agreed, "It can get dan-gerous."
I returned her to her husband after a couple of songs it was an 80's night though she and husband seemed a little young for that. The women (mostly cut out of herds of singles) that I twirled and made a fool of myself with on 'fast songs' with exaggerated movements were more in my age range and did remeber..it was actually pretty fun in its own right.
I got back to the little Latina, (Maria, aren't they all?) a couple of more times and gently prodded. I asked her about how he felt about loaning her out. Meaning to dance of course, but there was a little edge there. She admitted he likes to go out with her and that he clearly enjoys when she gets 'oogled" she said rhyming it with Google.
I mentioned that I could see that happening a lot given her "nice little body" (pushing it there a little) and "angelic face" not to mention her fine sense of style.
She laughed and said, "Style? You guys don't notice what we are wearing as long as it shows a little boobs and ass!"
I protested," Don't forget the shapely gams!" puzzling her, I explained it's an old not-used much now word for legs.
Big smile with that. "Yeah I got that, for sure.." I liked her. A lot.
That's as far as it went but I went home with a smile on my face and Prince's "Little Red Corvette." wedged in my brain.
So no black book worth entry to make, but I wanted to share the misses to show what its really like out there trolling. See a wife in a bar with music and wiggling her toes, take a chance. But mind the shivs.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Misconceptions: The Cucks
These are an interesting and varied breed. Not all have any identification (consciously or otherwise) with the label or even really the stereotype of the willing cuckold. (interesting trivia, the term for that is witall (sp?) ).
I of course could commiserate since I was by definition and by virtue of my wife's affair a cuckold myself in the classical sense. I learned early never to mention it. If I mention a wife in past tense at all i say little, It pains me to hear their query about. "Wasn't it kind of hot that she was fucking someone else?"
"No, you dumb fuck it was painful, Oh and can I fuck your wife, by the way?".
Actually I do get it and its about control. If they permit and know about and live vicariously through it is kind of hot. If I had a stable relationship I wouldn;t be averse to some swinging, and it WOULD be hot to see her varied technique with another lover or two.
I have had the occaison to be with swingers who wanted a third. In those situations though the porno-fueled spit-roast is hot (and fun!) I prefer taking my own time and direction with her and watching his turn as well., a voyeur exhibitionist thing I think.
Some cucks and swingers have bi-leanings (expressed or not some don't). Not my thing, and have never felt pressured.
I find that the majority of men I have corresponded with about their wives aren't in a position to close the sale but it is fun talking to them about it. Most happily and proudly send a picture or two, and those make for interesting viewing. Fun to think about, for them and me. I like to think I have made some practical suggestions and in a few cases it did bear fruit but not for me. The thank you for helping me get my wife laid is not a card Hallmark carries and is surreal to receive an email like that.
I of course could commiserate since I was by definition and by virtue of my wife's affair a cuckold myself in the classical sense. I learned early never to mention it. If I mention a wife in past tense at all i say little, It pains me to hear their query about. "Wasn't it kind of hot that she was fucking someone else?"
"No, you dumb fuck it was painful, Oh and can I fuck your wife, by the way?".
Actually I do get it and its about control. If they permit and know about and live vicariously through it is kind of hot. If I had a stable relationship I wouldn;t be averse to some swinging, and it WOULD be hot to see her varied technique with another lover or two.
I have had the occaison to be with swingers who wanted a third. In those situations though the porno-fueled spit-roast is hot (and fun!) I prefer taking my own time and direction with her and watching his turn as well., a voyeur exhibitionist thing I think.
Some cucks and swingers have bi-leanings (expressed or not some don't). Not my thing, and have never felt pressured.
I find that the majority of men I have corresponded with about their wives aren't in a position to close the sale but it is fun talking to them about it. Most happily and proudly send a picture or two, and those make for interesting viewing. Fun to think about, for them and me. I like to think I have made some practical suggestions and in a few cases it did bear fruit but not for me. The thank you for helping me get my wife laid is not a card Hallmark carries and is surreal to receive an email like that.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Misconceptions: The Wives
If you have anything at all in mind about them, You are probably wrong.
In my experience, any woman is either interested in some sort of activity or can be persuaded in that direction. It is all a question of timing. Their motivations are as varied as they are. The thing about timing is you will never know until you give it a shot whether the timing is right or not.
The trick is to cast a wide net and see who wriggles their tail out of the net and who hops in and awaits the butter and garlic. Well maybe hold the garlic. Lemon?
The REALLY attractive ones interestingly by observation and talking to some of them seem to get hit on less. seems true of single ones too, but I don't chase those much. I'll wait till they find their prince charming then play naughty coachman with her methinks.
The seemingly plain ones are interesting in bed I generalize, like they try harder to please. But they are not without confidence nor are they easy prey in my experience. Plain is pretty subjective though and a sparkling glint in the eye and a killer pair of heels goes a long way here.
There are mousy submissive that comply with the urges of eager to swing husbands, but these sadden me a bit. I have no problem dipping my wick if those were likely but they seem not to. If the husband does all the talking it probably isn't going to happen. They will probably flirt and talk and leave with a little boost for thier marriage, and I am happy to do it. Its fun just to dabble sometimes. They idea of them fucking like bunnies to exclamations of "did you see how he was looking at you.." makes me grin.
A couple of those that were really mere gropes on the dance floor to the glazed approval of their kinky husbands made it into the little black book(s) simply because I could easily imagine the scene between them later. Besides if groping a woman's firm ass, or an intentional grazing of a pert boob right in front of her husband isn't sexual, then well, blow me. Seriously. I probably have an exhibitionist streak because some of the most fun I have had with couples have been in dark booths with wandering hands.
So whether the spouse/boyfriend knows/approves/suspects or not, each woman has an Achilles heel I think. The thing is like in sales to find positives and minimize negatives. It is easier for me I think as a traveler though because the implied temporary nature of the thing provides an easy out to consider. I find in my hometown I do better implying that I am either from out of town..(careful, you could bump into them again!) or that I am seldom in town. (better.)
I need to count a bit but putting my little black book into a spreadsheet seems a little obbsessive. I THINK that I have had maybe 80% of those little wives (and big ones too!) without the suspicion/knowledge/consent of the perhaps offended party. Probably higher than that. Some women impy an open relationship...shrug...their end was open.
I am finding having the consent of the husband adds an interesting dimension and I have returned to those wives more often than say, an Ashley-Madison hook-up.
I have to start keeping track but I would say less than 10% of the women I hit on when their husband steps away do I end up having something go on. Probably less than 1/4 of those are what I read as a couple looking to add a third or so on. The thing is I ALWAYS hit on her when he steps away. I rarely get an annoyed look out of her, and less so from him. I am sure someone is going to pound me sometime for an improper suggestion, but I am pretty bland in my approach.
I never do this if I haven't at least made a polite innocuous comment or two to him before I get a chance to speak to her. (not about his wife, unless that seems relevant). Like sales know your customer. I look for any couple in an environment that seems off. If either are either looking for or avoiding eye contact that is interesting. Depends really.
I think the most outrageous thing I ever said point blank to a husband about his wife was "Not to be rude, but legs like hers is why God invented heels." She had walked away, and he had caught me looking and grinned a little. Didn't get any of that, but it was pretty fun to think about.
Opening salvo to the wife, leaning across the empty bar stool..(by the way...if you choose the seat, sit on the non-threatening husband's side) is usually along the lines of, "Pretty confident isn't he to leave such an attractive woman among the wolves?", or some such. The proudest line I laid was, "Wow, that takes cajones to leave the keys to the Maseratti on a barstool while you take a leak." THAT one actually worked, and I don't think he did know that she slipped me a number.
I was REAL cautious calling her. I cleverly verified the number by ringer her purse and hanging up before he got back. "Hmm odd you have been getting wrong numbers on that phone a lot lately? Probably just a similar number." She called me back the middle of the next day. Fun was had by two out of three of us.
In my experience, any woman is either interested in some sort of activity or can be persuaded in that direction. It is all a question of timing. Their motivations are as varied as they are. The thing about timing is you will never know until you give it a shot whether the timing is right or not.
The trick is to cast a wide net and see who wriggles their tail out of the net and who hops in and awaits the butter and garlic. Well maybe hold the garlic. Lemon?
The REALLY attractive ones interestingly by observation and talking to some of them seem to get hit on less. seems true of single ones too, but I don't chase those much. I'll wait till they find their prince charming then play naughty coachman with her methinks.
The seemingly plain ones are interesting in bed I generalize, like they try harder to please. But they are not without confidence nor are they easy prey in my experience. Plain is pretty subjective though and a sparkling glint in the eye and a killer pair of heels goes a long way here.
There are mousy submissive that comply with the urges of eager to swing husbands, but these sadden me a bit. I have no problem dipping my wick if those were likely but they seem not to. If the husband does all the talking it probably isn't going to happen. They will probably flirt and talk and leave with a little boost for thier marriage, and I am happy to do it. Its fun just to dabble sometimes. They idea of them fucking like bunnies to exclamations of "did you see how he was looking at you.." makes me grin.
A couple of those that were really mere gropes on the dance floor to the glazed approval of their kinky husbands made it into the little black book(s) simply because I could easily imagine the scene between them later. Besides if groping a woman's firm ass, or an intentional grazing of a pert boob right in front of her husband isn't sexual, then well, blow me. Seriously. I probably have an exhibitionist streak because some of the most fun I have had with couples have been in dark booths with wandering hands.
So whether the spouse/boyfriend knows/approves/suspects or not, each woman has an Achilles heel I think. The thing is like in sales to find positives and minimize negatives. It is easier for me I think as a traveler though because the implied temporary nature of the thing provides an easy out to consider. I find in my hometown I do better implying that I am either from out of town..(careful, you could bump into them again!) or that I am seldom in town. (better.)
I need to count a bit but putting my little black book into a spreadsheet seems a little obbsessive. I THINK that I have had maybe 80% of those little wives (and big ones too!) without the suspicion/knowledge/consent of the perhaps offended party. Probably higher than that. Some women impy an open relationship...shrug...their end was open.
I am finding having the consent of the husband adds an interesting dimension and I have returned to those wives more often than say, an Ashley-Madison hook-up.
I have to start keeping track but I would say less than 10% of the women I hit on when their husband steps away do I end up having something go on. Probably less than 1/4 of those are what I read as a couple looking to add a third or so on. The thing is I ALWAYS hit on her when he steps away. I rarely get an annoyed look out of her, and less so from him. I am sure someone is going to pound me sometime for an improper suggestion, but I am pretty bland in my approach.
I never do this if I haven't at least made a polite innocuous comment or two to him before I get a chance to speak to her. (not about his wife, unless that seems relevant). Like sales know your customer. I look for any couple in an environment that seems off. If either are either looking for or avoiding eye contact that is interesting. Depends really.
I think the most outrageous thing I ever said point blank to a husband about his wife was "Not to be rude, but legs like hers is why God invented heels." She had walked away, and he had caught me looking and grinned a little. Didn't get any of that, but it was pretty fun to think about.
Opening salvo to the wife, leaning across the empty bar stool..(by the way...if you choose the seat, sit on the non-threatening husband's side) is usually along the lines of, "Pretty confident isn't he to leave such an attractive woman among the wolves?", or some such. The proudest line I laid was, "Wow, that takes cajones to leave the keys to the Maseratti on a barstool while you take a leak." THAT one actually worked, and I don't think he did know that she slipped me a number.
I was REAL cautious calling her. I cleverly verified the number by ringer her purse and hanging up before he got back. "Hmm odd you have been getting wrong numbers on that phone a lot lately? Probably just a similar number." She called me back the middle of the next day. Fun was had by two out of three of us.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Misconceptions: The Bulls
First is the misconceptions about Bulls. I know they are all supposed to be Black ex-linebackers over 6'4" and 10", respectively. I haven't met but the one guy besides me fucking other guys wives, and he was a short, fat, sallow complected, humorless, poor, cretin and from his bluster I am assuming a pretty diminutive appendage. I even joked with my ex wife once about having the bigger dick and she was oddly embarrassed. So it isn't about the dick, gentlemen.
Seriously guys. You never see an add apparently actually written by a woman asking of penis sizes and pictures of impressive endowments.
On the other hand, I want of encourage a flood of inquiries from husbands and boyfriends wanting me to really "stick it to her" SO I will imply gargantuan proportions when in fact I am modestly but entirely adequately endowed. I've never had a woman say "OMG! You are NOT getting that THING near me", nor have they giggled. When they have allowed me access we have been mutually satisfied, sans modern pharmaceuticals, although if I ever need more of a 'lift" than lifting a housewife's skirt, I shall gladdly take one. Or two.
I have a slender build and hit the chart at the exit at the bank along with stick-up men of the 5'8" variety. As I stoop with age perhaps I shall aim for lower fruit but for now, I seem by results attractive to women all the way up to a lofty 6' but usually the shorter, lighter spinners are more to my taste and I theirs.
The divorce aged me rapidly. I grayed nearly completely form salt and pepper to fuck-me-santa white in a year or so. Prior to, I was mistaken for a prematurely balding and prematurely aging mid to early thirties (I was 40 at the time) Now at 45 I get mistaken for 50-55. No one has had the balls or ovaries to suggest I look 60 and they don't offer me the senior discounts, but I can hope. I get called 'Sir' a lot..I take that as a nod to my dominant personality shining through.
Oh, I should mention here why the name of the blog. I was talking to a couple from a Craigslist ad (BTW that is interesting but not fruitful usually) They asked about my experience as a 'Bull'. I hadn;t run across the term.
"Come again?"
They seemed disappointed at my lack of knowledge of the specialized vernacular of the swapped/lent/hot/loaned/cuckoldress wife and her Cuck/DH/Old Man/pimp. I recovered quickly and satisfied them with my answer...
I explained that I have long had a fascination of the mysteries to be unleashed if I had a chance to spend some quality time with another man's wife. I admitted that I had sampled quite a few, but rarely with the kind permission of her husband. They liked that answer. And the Ferdinand reference.
I had thought of the children's book..(still in print?) about a mild-mannered, reluctant bull who as I recall was content to smell the flowers and had no interesting imapling any matodors upon his..ahem..horn. Hence the blog title..I have used this line again in the hackneyed way salesmen recycle gambits that work. This led to bastardized versions when a youngish woman had no idea what I was talking about "Fernando?" and one my age told THAT story that remembered Billy Crystal's 'Nando based on the colorful Fernando Lamas, surely a bull, he. I do a decent version of Billy's version but mine ends up a little more Wrath of Khan/ Corinthian Leather/Mr. Roark-ish of Ricardo Montleban. Great names both of those come to think of it...
Interestingly, I initially, with the first few women tried to imply that bedding a married woman was a rarity for me (as it was at that time) but that her beauty/grace/charm/legs/boobs/pouty lips had so ensnared me that I felt I had no choice but succumb. Oddly, the sluttier I suggested my morals, the more they seemed to want to sample. After a while it was even true.
This same couple asked me about my wife whether she swings too, does she know, suspect, etc. I started at the question then remembered I often wear my wedding ring. Weird affectation of mine , I know. I laughed and told her she is on a need to know basis, and she doesn't have a need to know. Friends who chasten me for 'hanging on' by wearing the damned thing are told it is to remind me not to make that mistake again. Helps if the object of my desire is taken I suppose..More fodder for the couch if I ever decide to get 'shrunk'
Seriously guys. You never see an add apparently actually written by a woman asking of penis sizes and pictures of impressive endowments.
On the other hand, I want of encourage a flood of inquiries from husbands and boyfriends wanting me to really "stick it to her" SO I will imply gargantuan proportions when in fact I am modestly but entirely adequately endowed. I've never had a woman say "OMG! You are NOT getting that THING near me", nor have they giggled. When they have allowed me access we have been mutually satisfied, sans modern pharmaceuticals, although if I ever need more of a 'lift" than lifting a housewife's skirt, I shall gladdly take one. Or two.
I have a slender build and hit the chart at the exit at the bank along with stick-up men of the 5'8" variety. As I stoop with age perhaps I shall aim for lower fruit but for now, I seem by results attractive to women all the way up to a lofty 6' but usually the shorter, lighter spinners are more to my taste and I theirs.
The divorce aged me rapidly. I grayed nearly completely form salt and pepper to fuck-me-santa white in a year or so. Prior to, I was mistaken for a prematurely balding and prematurely aging mid to early thirties (I was 40 at the time) Now at 45 I get mistaken for 50-55. No one has had the balls or ovaries to suggest I look 60 and they don't offer me the senior discounts, but I can hope. I get called 'Sir' a lot..I take that as a nod to my dominant personality shining through.
Oh, I should mention here why the name of the blog. I was talking to a couple from a Craigslist ad (BTW that is interesting but not fruitful usually) They asked about my experience as a 'Bull'. I hadn;t run across the term.
"Come again?"
They seemed disappointed at my lack of knowledge of the specialized vernacular of the swapped/lent/hot/loaned/cuckoldress wife and her Cuck/DH/Old Man/pimp. I recovered quickly and satisfied them with my answer...
I explained that I have long had a fascination of the mysteries to be unleashed if I had a chance to spend some quality time with another man's wife. I admitted that I had sampled quite a few, but rarely with the kind permission of her husband. They liked that answer. And the Ferdinand reference.
I had thought of the children's book..(still in print?) about a mild-mannered, reluctant bull who as I recall was content to smell the flowers and had no interesting imapling any matodors upon his..ahem..horn. Hence the blog title..I have used this line again in the hackneyed way salesmen recycle gambits that work. This led to bastardized versions when a youngish woman had no idea what I was talking about "Fernando?" and one my age told THAT story that remembered Billy Crystal's 'Nando based on the colorful Fernando Lamas, surely a bull, he. I do a decent version of Billy's version but mine ends up a little more Wrath of Khan/ Corinthian Leather/Mr. Roark-ish of Ricardo Montleban. Great names both of those come to think of it...
Interestingly, I initially, with the first few women tried to imply that bedding a married woman was a rarity for me (as it was at that time) but that her beauty/grace/charm/legs/boobs/pouty lips had so ensnared me that I felt I had no choice but succumb. Oddly, the sluttier I suggested my morals, the more they seemed to want to sample. After a while it was even true.
This same couple asked me about my wife whether she swings too, does she know, suspect, etc. I started at the question then remembered I often wear my wedding ring. Weird affectation of mine , I know. I laughed and told her she is on a need to know basis, and she doesn't have a need to know. Friends who chasten me for 'hanging on' by wearing the damned thing are told it is to remind me not to make that mistake again. Helps if the object of my desire is taken I suppose..More fodder for the couch if I ever decide to get 'shrunk'
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Inception.
I decided to start this blog to dispel some myths about so-called bulls, the wifey's they enjoy and the cuck's that thrill at the prospect. I also want to start my own salacious rumors and wild claims, some of which might even be true. ~wink~
First let me start with how I got to this point in writing this up, and then I'll get around to how it is that a man of slender build, average looks finds himself enjoying the stunning (at times) wives of men who one would think from outward appearances have everything their better half might need.
I was googling "hot wife" and even ~embarrased to admit~ "slut wife" although in my experience the former is the more likely description if a man is interested in pimping out his wife, so to speak. I ran into some hot-wife blogs, some cuckold blogs, but mostly I ran into wistful blogs of the dangerous kind. Men who fantasize about encouraging (with to-date limited to no success) their spouse to take a lover. Or two. Or three. At once. ~smile~
Interesting reading.
It seems evident to me at least from the outside that the solution for these men is fairly simple. Go to your nearest Marriot Residence Inn, or Hilton Or Radison or really, any chain hotel that caters to the travelling businessman.
The all have some sort of bar/restraunt/club attached or at least nearby where men in suits inaapropriate for the climate (too light, too heavy it never seems to be right) congregate.
If the wife has expressed any interest at all, you simply take a little too long in the bathroom and SOMEBODY is gonna hit on her. Ive seen it. I've done it. I'll do it again..Can I give you my room number when I am in town. ~kidding~ Well sort of.
If your wife has been completely dissinterested in the idea or youve not dared to approach the subject, again go, then leave. Come back. Discuss. Repeat.
Probably not that simple actually. But it might be.
I sowed not to many oats prior to marriage, having exactly 17 individual examples of forbiden carnal and various sinful knowlege of girls and women prior to consumating a sexual relationship that led to marriage in my early 20's. How do I know? Because I kept a "Little Black Book" Still have it. Got the idea from Happy Days Fonzie I think. I even used a little four star score card to indicate which base I acheived. This varied a bit as I became subtly aware of a more wide ranging world of sexual alternatives that a 'good girl' might allow. I was raised a little Catholic which is like being a little pregnant so guilt is both a constant companion (still) and a kinky aphrodisiac.
Our Dear President Clinton gave us sexual parsing of words so I feel I should elaborate a little. I only had sex with that woman, Miss XXXXXX three times, not once. I had actual penetrative sex as defined as one penis in one vagina with three individual girls prior to meeting the lovely if slightly treacherous at the end Mrs. Ferdinand. I, personally think that the fourth and fifth on my "nailed it" list should count as well.
One we will call her Debbie (arent they all called Debbie whether form Dallas or not?). She was enjoying the attentions of the friend of a co-worker who was fascinated by the fact that as he put it..'She likes it up the butt.' I had heard of such but not in any detail to speak of so I made it a point of getting to know her. The friend had given the background that she only gave it up that way, he theorized it was a pregnancy fear as his friends had purchased condoms and still she refused her virginal passage. I too, enjoyed her dark secret, finally and with not too much leg-work before, and even eventually asked her about it. She giggled a bit about it confiding that she wasn't actually even a virgin elsewhere but that it felt good, seemed naughtier to her and kept guys guessing about her status. I'm getting a bit off-track here but since I alluded to it there was a girl who was an enthusiastic practitioner of fellatio as well and if that wasn't sex the way she did it, I'll eat Clinton's cigar. Under Oath.
The rest I discount not at all since the fumbling gropings, fingerings, strokings, fondling and lickings were for me then and now, just as fulfilling in their explorations as 'deeper' connectivity.
Since the divorce...rather not go into it, painful, but probably will at some point talk about it since it is more than relevant and has me in the role of the reluctant cuckold..I have added sexual summaries to 108 pages of 4 different little black books. I feel more than a little sophomoric keeping track and feel sure if any of them could read my assessments they would cease to graciously lend their bodies to me, but on the other hand most of them are of the one-night stand variety. Which is more than half the point. Variety.
It started 5 (6 now?) years ago. I was amidst a divorce that I didn't cause (so far as I could see at the time) was traveling a lot. Wounded by my wife's unapologetic affair that led to her declaration that she was "moving on." like this was High School and giving back the class ring (In this case a platinum setting with modest looking investment grade stones..she had no idea really what she gave back.)
I had been traveling prior to my wifes affair for several years in my role of training essentially salesmen after an earned and remunerative promotion. I would be lonely. Even the hookers that don;t look like hookers nursning drinks at the hilton looked pretty warm and invinting at times. But I resisted. The batchelrette party raucaous in the corner, inebriated, one or two casting a grin my way...at least in my fantasies, I did not avail myself though.
The cute bartender? I flirted outrageously knowing if I got back to my snug bed on the phone to my increasingly distant wife before her shift ended, I was safe.
The cute little latina maids? Love them...seemd just wrong to hit on them, but I over-tipped an fantasized. Ditto for waitresses. Flirted with them if they had a ring on.
Always liked married women. Co-workers, clients, woman in the produce aisle sniffing the navel of a cantaloupe gave me all kinds of ideas. I thought at the time its because the hot ones get snatched up off the market. I realize now I like the apparent unavailability. And availing myself of them.
My first was a fellow traveler, married. In a bad marriage to hear her tell it. I didn't want to hear her tell it and only mumbled agreeably and bedded her in a revenge fuck with her standing in for my cheating wife I think now.
I felt guilty, and as I mention this is arousing for me a bit. Odd that, the guilt. I felt not at all guilty about her marriage, but my own. I had not cheated in all the years I was married and hear I was all but but divorced, but for the mildly undecided argument about marital assets, and my own wife was that nigh as she had been for nearly a year "way across town" as hmm whats his name puts it with him holding her as he had been for months. They lived together. In my house. So yeah Ive got issues and maybe fucking other men's wives is sort of a cosmic get-even, but not really.
I found that plenty of men LIKE having their wives get a little on the side. Some I met, some I didn't. Some watched, some participated, and some (maybe most) never knew.
As far as the myths go, in my experience from meeting couples, the men don;t cotton to be talked down to, (usually) and the women are a bit reluctant if thrilled with the attention. Reassurrances are needed all around, and the men generally speak of their wives in pretty complimentary terms. Like when you buy a used car they guy is obviously fond of. He talks it up, but more to the point wants to hear from you what fine potential it has. I learned early that you get a better deal telling the guy that you really like the car and would gladdly offer his asking price if you had the means, rather than running it down. Maybe thats the secret to my success with my role as the 'other guy' too. It is all sales after all.
Anyway. I am a bit conflicted here. I am eager to spill the delicious details I generally keep to myself, but feel a little silly with the need for others to know. I mean you have the conquest, talking about it seems unseemly. You should see some of the sex, pretty unseemly stuff. Just the sort of things a guilty Catholic thrives on. I kinda wish I had put in for alter boy..would have made a better read.
First let me start with how I got to this point in writing this up, and then I'll get around to how it is that a man of slender build, average looks finds himself enjoying the stunning (at times) wives of men who one would think from outward appearances have everything their better half might need.
I was googling "hot wife" and even ~embarrased to admit~ "slut wife" although in my experience the former is the more likely description if a man is interested in pimping out his wife, so to speak. I ran into some hot-wife blogs, some cuckold blogs, but mostly I ran into wistful blogs of the dangerous kind. Men who fantasize about encouraging (with to-date limited to no success) their spouse to take a lover. Or two. Or three. At once. ~smile~
Interesting reading.
It seems evident to me at least from the outside that the solution for these men is fairly simple. Go to your nearest Marriot Residence Inn, or Hilton Or Radison or really, any chain hotel that caters to the travelling businessman.
The all have some sort of bar/restraunt/club attached or at least nearby where men in suits inaapropriate for the climate (too light, too heavy it never seems to be right) congregate.
If the wife has expressed any interest at all, you simply take a little too long in the bathroom and SOMEBODY is gonna hit on her. Ive seen it. I've done it. I'll do it again..Can I give you my room number when I am in town. ~kidding~ Well sort of.
If your wife has been completely dissinterested in the idea or youve not dared to approach the subject, again go, then leave. Come back. Discuss. Repeat.
Probably not that simple actually. But it might be.
I sowed not to many oats prior to marriage, having exactly 17 individual examples of forbiden carnal and various sinful knowlege of girls and women prior to consumating a sexual relationship that led to marriage in my early 20's. How do I know? Because I kept a "Little Black Book" Still have it. Got the idea from Happy Days Fonzie I think. I even used a little four star score card to indicate which base I acheived. This varied a bit as I became subtly aware of a more wide ranging world of sexual alternatives that a 'good girl' might allow. I was raised a little Catholic which is like being a little pregnant so guilt is both a constant companion (still) and a kinky aphrodisiac.
Our Dear President Clinton gave us sexual parsing of words so I feel I should elaborate a little. I only had sex with that woman, Miss XXXXXX three times, not once. I had actual penetrative sex as defined as one penis in one vagina with three individual girls prior to meeting the lovely if slightly treacherous at the end Mrs. Ferdinand. I, personally think that the fourth and fifth on my "nailed it" list should count as well.
One we will call her Debbie (arent they all called Debbie whether form Dallas or not?). She was enjoying the attentions of the friend of a co-worker who was fascinated by the fact that as he put it..'She likes it up the butt.' I had heard of such but not in any detail to speak of so I made it a point of getting to know her. The friend had given the background that she only gave it up that way, he theorized it was a pregnancy fear as his friends had purchased condoms and still she refused her virginal passage. I too, enjoyed her dark secret, finally and with not too much leg-work before, and even eventually asked her about it. She giggled a bit about it confiding that she wasn't actually even a virgin elsewhere but that it felt good, seemed naughtier to her and kept guys guessing about her status. I'm getting a bit off-track here but since I alluded to it there was a girl who was an enthusiastic practitioner of fellatio as well and if that wasn't sex the way she did it, I'll eat Clinton's cigar. Under Oath.
The rest I discount not at all since the fumbling gropings, fingerings, strokings, fondling and lickings were for me then and now, just as fulfilling in their explorations as 'deeper' connectivity.
Since the divorce...rather not go into it, painful, but probably will at some point talk about it since it is more than relevant and has me in the role of the reluctant cuckold..I have added sexual summaries to 108 pages of 4 different little black books. I feel more than a little sophomoric keeping track and feel sure if any of them could read my assessments they would cease to graciously lend their bodies to me, but on the other hand most of them are of the one-night stand variety. Which is more than half the point. Variety.
It started 5 (6 now?) years ago. I was amidst a divorce that I didn't cause (so far as I could see at the time) was traveling a lot. Wounded by my wife's unapologetic affair that led to her declaration that she was "moving on." like this was High School and giving back the class ring (In this case a platinum setting with modest looking investment grade stones..she had no idea really what she gave back.)
I had been traveling prior to my wifes affair for several years in my role of training essentially salesmen after an earned and remunerative promotion. I would be lonely. Even the hookers that don;t look like hookers nursning drinks at the hilton looked pretty warm and invinting at times. But I resisted. The batchelrette party raucaous in the corner, inebriated, one or two casting a grin my way...at least in my fantasies, I did not avail myself though.
The cute bartender? I flirted outrageously knowing if I got back to my snug bed on the phone to my increasingly distant wife before her shift ended, I was safe.
The cute little latina maids? Love them...seemd just wrong to hit on them, but I over-tipped an fantasized. Ditto for waitresses. Flirted with them if they had a ring on.
Always liked married women. Co-workers, clients, woman in the produce aisle sniffing the navel of a cantaloupe gave me all kinds of ideas. I thought at the time its because the hot ones get snatched up off the market. I realize now I like the apparent unavailability. And availing myself of them.
My first was a fellow traveler, married. In a bad marriage to hear her tell it. I didn't want to hear her tell it and only mumbled agreeably and bedded her in a revenge fuck with her standing in for my cheating wife I think now.
I felt guilty, and as I mention this is arousing for me a bit. Odd that, the guilt. I felt not at all guilty about her marriage, but my own. I had not cheated in all the years I was married and hear I was all but but divorced, but for the mildly undecided argument about marital assets, and my own wife was that nigh as she had been for nearly a year "way across town" as hmm whats his name puts it with him holding her as he had been for months. They lived together. In my house. So yeah Ive got issues and maybe fucking other men's wives is sort of a cosmic get-even, but not really.
I found that plenty of men LIKE having their wives get a little on the side. Some I met, some I didn't. Some watched, some participated, and some (maybe most) never knew.
As far as the myths go, in my experience from meeting couples, the men don;t cotton to be talked down to, (usually) and the women are a bit reluctant if thrilled with the attention. Reassurrances are needed all around, and the men generally speak of their wives in pretty complimentary terms. Like when you buy a used car they guy is obviously fond of. He talks it up, but more to the point wants to hear from you what fine potential it has. I learned early that you get a better deal telling the guy that you really like the car and would gladdly offer his asking price if you had the means, rather than running it down. Maybe thats the secret to my success with my role as the 'other guy' too. It is all sales after all.
Anyway. I am a bit conflicted here. I am eager to spill the delicious details I generally keep to myself, but feel a little silly with the need for others to know. I mean you have the conquest, talking about it seems unseemly. You should see some of the sex, pretty unseemly stuff. Just the sort of things a guilty Catholic thrives on. I kinda wish I had put in for alter boy..would have made a better read.
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