I adore women and as long as I have eyes in my head, I’ll be a girl-watcher. I recognize that not all women/girls want to be stared at so I do make an effort not to be creepy about it, but the fact is, I’m going to look. For me, it goes beyond just women I see out in public. A large part of my on-line time is spent looking at women. If we go to an art gallery,  the first thing I look for is art that celebrates the female form. If I were an artist that’s all I would paint or draw or carve or sculpt. When we go into a book store, the first thing I look for is erotica written by women. When ♀ & I are together I find it almost impossible to not touch her hair, breasts, ass, feet…I worship the Goddess and no, I don’t feel guilty about it.

 

One of the many many reasons I’m so lucky to be married to ♀ is she’s not threatened by my fascination of all things feminine. In fact she encourages it. We were at a local eatery recently known for it’s young, attractive, scantily clad waitresses and they sat us in a section with a waiter. ♀ asked to be moved to a different section. She points out attractive women who I may have missed, she enjoys going to see strippers as much as I do, she’s always on the look out for ‘girly’ stuff and best of all she never seems to get tired of me touching her.

 

OK,  I’m going to change gears for a bit, but I’ll get back to girl-watching in a minute. During the final sad year with the mother of my son, I started having quite a bit of cyber-sex. My X and I didn’t have sex at all for two years after our son was born and in the next two years I could count on one hand how many times we had whoopee. Eventually, I realized that masturbating with someone online was better then by myself. I had become so isolated and lonely that the maybe-real-maybe-not quality of online relationships became a lifeline for me. Of course I got caught and of course it gave her a convenient excuse to never sleep with me again. We did go through the couples counselling charade. What a joke. The therapist was female and she also had a female ‘trainee’ in the room with us. Yeah, I’m a sissy, but three women in a room with me, the X in tears talking about how betrayed she was. I was doomed. The therapist said that any activity that took sexual energy away from my primary relationship was destructive and was considered cheating. I argued that there was no sexual energy in my primary relationship and could they even imagine how sad and lonely I was to make masturbating with a virtual friend online preferable to doing it by myself? It didn’t matter. I was a rat-bastard and she was the poor betrayed perfect mother and that, as they say, was that.

 

I know now that most of the ten years we spent together were a lie and my only regret is that I didn’t realize it earlier (though I did get a great son), but to this day I maintain that having cyber-sex in that situation (based on the therapists definition) wasn’t cheating. Fast forward to the present. I would never have cyber-sex without ♀ being involved because there is a huge amount of sexual energy between us and again, based on the therapists definition, it would take energy away from us and that would be cheating.

 

In the years that ♀ & I have been together I haven’t spent very much time chatting online. Not because I’m worried about going astray. It’s more a case of I type very slowly and my spelling is atrocious and even if  it’s not sucking energy, it is a distraction from ♀ and from writing. So most of my communication is by email. But, and there’s always a but, Gmail has a chat function and I’ve had the opportunity to chat with a few other sex-bloggers. I like that, it’s nice. It makes me feel like I’m part of a sexy little club. I enjoy getting to know a little bit more about these women whose writing gives me so much pleasure.

 

I’ve recently had the very good fortune to be able to chat with the reclusive zoe. In fact we’ve been chatting quite a bit about quite an astonishing array of topics. I’ve already explained why that’s unusual for me, but according to zoe, it’s unusual for her because she doesn’t, as a rule, get personal with men online who she doesn’t know and feel comfortable with in the real world. Why did she make this exception? Well for one thing, Sapphire J vouched for me and I am very grateful to her. Another reason is she’s read our blog and she knows how committed ♀ & I are to each other, she knows that I’ll forward every email to ♀ and that Gmail saves every chat and ♀ will read them. She knows that she’ll never be the other woman or a dirty little secret. In fact both zoe & ♀ want to get to know each other as well, but schedules have prevented them from chatting yet. This sense of security has allowed us to be very open and honest with each other. It’s also allowed a fair amount of sexual tension to develop. We all know it’s there (♀ words were “OMG, you are such a little flirt!”), but I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all in this situation. Everyone likes to know that other people find us attractive and engaging. I think that’s especially important in a long term relationship. It’s a  thrill knowing someone else thinks you’re sexy and it keeps your partner from taking you for granted as well. Not that ♀ ever does, but you know what I mean, right?

 

So there is this underlying sexual current and it’s fun to flirt and tease and explore knowing that it won’t go any further then that unless (or until?) ♀ is actively involved. That’s certainly not my motivation for wanting to get to know zoe better, but  I think that would be way cool if something like that did happen one day. zoe & ♀ could come up with diabolical things to do to me or they could play together and force me to just watch or…Oh my, so many possibilities.

 

(zoe, like so many other female bloggers, has a stalker. She has asked that I not use her name or link to her site. ‘zoe’ is a little inside joke.)

 

So one night last week, ♀ & I were necking on the couch and ♀ asked if I had ever seen a picture of  zoe or if she’d described herself  to me? Did I have any idea what this woman really looked like? The answer is no. I have no idea and I’ve never asked. Later on I was thinking back to my time as a cyber-slut and I realized I never asked then either. Sometimes they would send pictures or offer descriptions, but it wasn’t something I asked for. I’ve been puzzling over that for the past few days. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I’m all about girl-watching. I look for the female form everywhere, but for some reason it’s not that important to know what online friends look like. I’m not sure what that says about me. ♀ thinks it’s because I have a good imagination and an image develops while I’m chatting. As I get to know more about that person, that image gets adjusted…if she mentions one of her 17 cats jumping on the keyboard, or the itchiness of a new tattoo, or needing to go for a smoke (yuck), or losing her little toe when an over-zealeous lover bit it off. I’m making all of this up as I go along, but you get the idea. ♀ is probably right, but still, I think it’s a curious thing. Want to know something funny? It’ll be ♀ who asks zoe to see a picture or get a description. She’ll reason that since zoe has been reading our blog she knows what ♀ looks like. She’ll think it would only be fair to see what zoe looks like. They can sort that out themselves.

 

The night we were talking about zoe, we had wicked-good sex. I think it was only the second time she’d had an orgasm during anal sex. She usually comes after I’ve filled her ass, but not this time. Another thing that was surprising is we’d had virtually no foreplay and that’s a prerequisite for anal. We’d been necking on the couch and when we got to the bedroom, she bent over the bed and told me to grab some lube and fuck her ass. Short, sweet, and super hot.

 

I needed a twenty minute nap after and when I awoke she was playing again. This too was surprising. Usually when she’s done…she’s done, but this time she wasn’t done. I watched her play for a minute or two. Then she asked, “Have you ever had cyber-sex with zoe?”

“No.” I said. Surprised.

“Would you?”

“Only if you were there.”

“Fuck me with the glass toy and tell me what you’d say to her if you were having cyber-sex.”

 

I started to fuck her with the glass and invented this story…zoe is in our bed, laying on her stomach. You’re kneeling by her head with your knees at her shoulders. You play with her hair, then massage her shoulders and slowly work your way down her back. I’m at the other end of the bed massaging her feet, calves and thighs. We meet in the middle. My hands digging deep towards the heat of her crotch, your hands massaging the swell of her ass.

 

She’s moaning now. Can you here her, Baby? I push her legs apart with my knees and she lifts her hips up. You grab the cheeks of her ass and spread them apart and there she is Baby…tight little asshole and moistening pussy…exposed just for us. Fuck she looks delicious, doesn’t she?

 

You sit back down at the head of the bed and zoe rolls over. She rests her head in your lap. Your breasts just barely out of reach of her mouth. You play with her hair some more then slide your hands down towards her breasts. You cup one in your hands. Feel it’s weight and warmth and texture. You slowly massage inward closer and closer to her rock hard nipple, but you want to tease her. Make her wait. You take her other breast in hand and massage it the same way.

 

Meanwhile, I’m laying between her outstretched legs nibbling along her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt. Can you smell her sex, Baby. She smells so good. I lick all around her pussy, teasing her. I spread her lips apart and I can see her little clitty poking up, just begging to be licked. I look up at you and you nod your consent. I plunge my tongue deep into her cunt and Oh Fuck she tastes so good. I circle her clit with my tongue then suck it in. Gently at first then harder, then I grab it with my teeth and she jumps and moans just like you do.

 

As I’m fucking her with my tongue I look up and watch the two of you play with each others breasts and it’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. You pinching and rolling her nipples and zoe sucking and nibbling on yours. You catch me staring, wink and motion for me to come to you. You smile down at zoe and ask if she wants me to fuck her. She says yes and I nudge my cock against her cunt. She’s so wet, Baby…we’ve got her so turned on. I slide in easily and hold it there just like I do when I first enter you. I hold still and feel her muscles massage me.

 

Do you like that visual, Baby? My cock buried deep inside zoe, your hands on her breasts, her lips on your breasts, my hand in your hair, pulling you in close to me…kissing you…loving you…Do you like that, Baby?

 

♀ & sss

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3 Comments »

1. 

   This is one of my favourites!

   Comment by Modder — January 20, 2009 @ 8:15 pm

2. 

   Awww… you’re welcome, honey — any time.

   And this piece is smokin’! Phew! I need to go and wipe myself down now…

   Comment by Sapphire, Elegant Slut — January 21, 2009 @ 12:40 am

3. 

   Wow, that was really hot, I mean it, it was awesome.

   Comment by Emma — April 28, 2009 @ 11:17 am

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