♀ had phone sex with you this morning while I lay beside her and masturbated.

 

When I shot my load on her, the warm cum running down on to her clit pushed her over the edge.

 

Orgasms (especially huge one’s like this was) have been difficult for her to achieve lately.

 

 

I just wanted to say ‘thanks for the help!’

 

sss

 

 

 

 

That was a delicious dinner Princess. You can get me another glass of wine before you clean up the kitchen.

 

Take off your pants. I want to watch you in your pretty knickers while you fold the laundry.

 

No, you’re not getting sex tonight, but you can let my sweater puppies out before you file and massage my feet.

 

Do you want to nurse, Baby? You don’t need a towel; just keep your panties on.

 

That’s it…rub yourself against the couch while you drink Mommy’s milk. Maybe I’ll let you do this the next time I’m with my lover…if you’re a good boy.

 

I’m still looking for a man for you to fluff. You’re going to be a good little cock-sucker, aren’t you Princess?

 

You know that eventually I’m going to expect my sissy to do more than suck cock, right?

 

Don’t worry, the first time I’ll hold you just like this. You can nurse and I’ll stroke your back and help you relax while he enters you.

 

Maybe he’ll let you call him ‘Daddy’. Would you like that Princess? Nursing on Mommy’s breast while Daddy takes your chocolate-cherry.

 

After that you can be a pretty-little fuck-toy for my lovers…a perfectly complete sissy.

 

Just picture it Baby…I can be out with one man while you service another.

 

That’s it…fill those pretty panties with your cream.

 

Sit up and let me see. Oh look, you spilled some on the couch. Lick it all up, Sissy.

 

You’d better get used to the taste. I have a feeling you’ll be drinking a lot of it soon.

 

You can get dressed for work now Princess, but leave those wet panties on…as a reminder of what’s to come.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

The three of us sat outside for quite awhile after our play-time; looking up at the stars, basking in the afterglow of the experience and debriefing. Just before we went to bed LB suggested to ♀ that she allow me to have an orgasm, even if she just let me masturbate. They shared a long passionate kiss and then we retired for the night. We got busy and I didn’t last long. That wasn’t a surprise considering my last orgasm was Tuesday and it wad been a very sexually charged few days. What was a surprise was that ♀ had another big O and when we woke up the next morning she had yet another big O.

 

You might have thought that with all the sex she had while we were at Casa del Rudy she’d have had enough for awhile, but you’d have thought wrong. She gave herself an orgasm in the car before we even got to the border line up and 30 minutes after walking in our front door I was well on my way to giving her yet another one.

 

But she was sore after that. She was actually waddling from room to room as we unpacked. I don’t know if it was more sex than when we first met, but it was definitely more vigorous. I drew her a hot bath with Epsom salts to soak her raw red cunt before I left for work. I turned my phone on 8 hours later when I was on my way home and there was a text from ♀:  OMG, I just had another big O!

 We’ve fucked every afternoon since we’ve been home and she’s jilled-off every night after I’ve left for work.

 

But as great as it was watching Lord Batsu fuck her brains out and as much fun as her hyper-sex-drive has been, last weekend will be remembered for something much greater. The reason our scene worked so well is all three of us bought into our individual roles. ♀ really was the hot-wife, I was the cuckold and LB truly was the bull. LB & LBJ talked at length to ♀ about the value of having a persona to step into.

 

Lord Batsu is, for the most part, separate from LB. It’s a persona he’s developed over time and that really struck a chord with ♀.  SSS is my persona, but it has become so intertwined with who I am it’s difficult to tell one from the other. Family and friends see my painted toe-nails, they see me waiting on her hand a foot…even if they don’t know any of the other details, everyone knows I’m her bitch. I think that’s the reason why we never considered it as an option for ♀.

 

She’s sure been considering it since we’ve been home. She’s been absolutely giddy at the possibilities of having a sexy new persona to play with…to explore with. She’s trying not to have any preconceptions about who this new persona will be and what will turn her crank. The possibilities are endless and we are both very excited. It feels like the very beginning of SSS…all shiny and new and a whole new world is hers to discover.

 

The only problem has been putting a name to this persona. It needs to reflect who she is now, but also be flexible enough to fit as this persona evolves. And with no idea who or what it’ll evolve into it was proving difficult to find a name for this unknown entity. SSS was an immediate fit for me and ♀ was looking for that same kind of eureka moment. My vote was for “Whore the Explorer’, but she didn’t think so.

 

We were walking along the beach brain-storming Wednesday afternoon,  just tossing out possibilities. ♀ liked ‘Okusan’…the Japanese word for someones wife. I suggested ‘Bitch’. It can be dominate, as in she can be a bitch to me. It can be submissive, as in someones bitch. And it can be purely sexual, as in a horny little bitch.

 

So ladies and gentlemen we are pleased to introduce to you Okusan Bitch!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ & I had our first cuckolding scene this past weekend. I’m not sure that either of us had a clear idea of what to expect, but the end result was beyond our wildest expectations. This was an important step for us and I really want to capture it…not just for you, the reader, but also for us to look back on…so it might take several posts to get it all out.

 

Do you remember me telling you about ♀ getting fondled at the last Exploratorium? During a brief conversation I had with Lord Batsu he suggested that ♀ & I come and visit he & his wife to further explore…ummm…stuff. At the time I sort of thought it was like saying  ’let’s do lunch’. I mentioned it to ♀ and she liked the idea, but neither of us was sure if  he was serious. Exploratorium is a great way to try new activities, but you really don’t get the chance to have long in depth discussions with anyone.  It just seemed strange that he would invite us to his home.

 

I wrote a couple of posts about that Exploratorium and Lord Batsu emailed me and again suggested a visit. I forwarded his email to ♀ and told her it would be best if she dealt with LB directly. I wanted to be absolutely certain that I wasn’t pushing her into this and if she really was going to cuckold me, making the arrangements herself would be hotter.

 

A couple of emails  later and a date was picked and then things got off track. So we regrouped, took another of Jennifer’s excellent classes and a new date was picked. We still had no idea what to expect, but felt like we (♀ & I) were on the same page.

 

In the weeks leading up to our visit an impressive number of scenarios were included in our pillow talk. Most of these ‘what-ifs’ were discussed at length when we weren’t humping and for the most part we were able to agree on what we would do in these situations. Of all the unknowns (and there were lots of them) LB’s wife seemed to cause  the most concern. ♀ was convinced that there would need to be something in this for her…it couldn’t be all about ♀.

LB knows we’re interested in cuckolding.

Yes, but still.

We agreed that ‘swapping’ wasn’t going to work for us.

I know, but…

You said you didn’t know if you could stand seeing me with another woman and I promised you that if you didn’t want that to happen it didn’t need to happen. Ever.

Maybe cuckolding is only going to work with single men.

You want Lord Batsu to be your first play partner.

Maybe he’ll fuck us both while you watch.

Maybe she’ll want to peg me.

Maybe you could give her oral.

Maybe…

 

We were in a love shop about a week before our trip and ♀ found an adorable Baby-doll nightie and some gorgeous thigh-high stockings with bows at the top. I bought them for her, but she refused to model them for me. She was saving them for Lord Batsu.

 

We had sex on Tuesday and after we’d finished she announced that that was to be my last orgasm until the weekend. The next morning she told me she’d masturbated after I’d left for work. I asked if she would reconsider not having sex with me until the weekend. She said she’d been thinking about that and she wasn’t sure if she’d even let me have sex then…she might make me wait until we got home.

 

She masturbated every night after I left for work and every morning she told me a different LB fantasy that had got her off. On Friday we picked out our clothes and lingerie and toys and lubes and safe-sex supplies. Then it was time to shave her. It needed to be perfect and  that meant much touching and of course that got her going again. I gave her the tongue test to make sure she was as smooth as possible, but when she started playing she pushed me away and said I could only watch. It didn’t take long for her to tell me to start licking again. Then she wanted to be fingered. Then she wanted my cock, but she absolutely did not want me to come.

 

I was sooo horny. It took more self control then I knew I had, but I did it. She orgasmed on my cock while I fucked her and when she was done she pushed me off and flicked the end of my penis like she was shooting a crokinole disk off the tip of it. All things considered I was pretty darn impressed with myself, but all she said was if I’d come after she’d told me not to, I would have been in serious shit.

 

More soon,

cheers,

♀ & sss

I mentioned Jim a few months ago. Here’s a few more details about him: He & ♀ dated in high school. They were each others first true love. ♀ broke it off and broke his heart. They haven’t set eyes on each other in 20 years. They’ve been chatting on Facebook for about a year. His last marriage ended because his wife cheated.  He’s sinced remarried.  They live in another province. The company he works for is opening a branch office 90 minutes from here. He was going to be here getting things started for the new office all of last week. When I got back from rafting, ♀ told me she was going to be meeting Jim and that I wasn’t invited.

 

In the days leading up to the ‘date’, the things she and Jim would be doing (in his hotel room, in our bed, in the back of his car, in the men’s room) were very much a part of our pillow talk.  When we weren’t naked we did have several conversations about what might really happen and how we would handle any number of possibilities. She was fairly certain that his views on the sanctity of marriage would over-ride any feelings of lust he might have. She said if he flirted than she’d flirt back, but she wasn’t going to start anything. If there was flirting and chemistry and it seemed ‘right’ then yes, she’d probably have sex with him.

 

We took another one of Jennifer’s excellent classes a couple of days before and one of the subjects that was discussed was knowing…or trying to know…if there is going to be an emotional attachment to the person (or people) you’re playing with. That’s obviously not always an easy thing to do, but if all participants start off on the same page and everyone actually says what they’re feeling then hopefully big surprises can be avoided. Jennifer explained it much better, but you get the gist.

 

So emotional entanglement was one of the things ♀ & I talked about in regards to Jim. ♀ said that because they had once been madly in love that the emotional connection was built in. There wouldn’t be any point in denying it. I asked if she thought Jim would be able to keep that in perspective if they did have sex. She said that it would need to be discussed while they still had their clothes on, but yes, she was quite certain he would understand what it was and what it wasn’t.

 

An interesting (to me at least) little side bar: When we talked about playing with Lord Batsu,  ♀ insisted that I be involved…not just a casual observer. It was a deal breaker for her. Either I play too or she doesn’t go there. Anything with Lord Batsu would be play only…no emotional stuff.

There would be an emotion connection with Jim and I wouldn’t be invited to the party. She’d tell me about it, of course (‘no sneaking’ is a hard rule), but she doesn’t picture me with them. I don’t know for certain if the just play…I participate vs emotional connection..I don’t participate will be how it is or if that only applies to these two situations, but I did notice.

 

So the day of the date I had a hard time concentrating at work. I crawled into bed with her when I got home and tried to get fresh, but she was having none of it. She asked me to have a shower with her and before she turned the water on I knelt below her and she gave me her morning pee to mark me with her scent. I’d shaved her pubes a couple of days before, but went over them again to make sure she was smooth. I shaved her legs and pits. I washed her hair. I helped her pick out her bra & panties and the clothes she’d wear to work that would easily convert to something a little sexier later. I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her email. Jim would be coming to our town and they would meet for appy’s.

 

♀ made a point of telling me ‘no masturbation’. I had a tough time sleeping. When I got up there were regular text messages designed to torment me all the way up to date time. I tried to keep busy…♀ had left a list of household chores she wanted done, but it didn’t fill up the hours. I kept imagining all the things they might be doing and it made me so freaking horny. It was the first time I ever thought having a cock cage might be a good idea. ♀ approving of all my orgasms was something I suggested as part of my sissification and it’s really been just done on the honour system. If I want her to treat me like a sissy then I’ll do what she says to do. We don’t call it ‘sex’ until someone has an orgasm and it’s not masturbation until you come. I didn’t have an orgasm that afternoon, but I had many erections. I wouldn’t want to be in a cage for days and days, but I can see the value in not being able to touch it during specific events.

 

Anyway, ♀ called me 3 hours after she met Jim. They were coming to our house. The first thing I asked was ‘did she want me to leave?’ I could go to work early. She laughed and said no, but suggest I be dressed in boy clothes. They arrived a few minutes later. She commented on how nice the apartment looked. She offered Jim one of my beers and told me to get her a cold drink.  She told me to get the file and lotion so I could do her feet. She asked me to tell Jim what I asked her when she’d called. I told him I’d asked if she wanted me to leave. She looked at Jim and said, ‘see, I told you so.’

I’m not sure if he thought we were just kidding, but if I’d been thinking a little quicker I would have added that I thought being able to hook up with an old flame 20 years later was seriously hot. He left before I went to work and he gave her a big hug in the hallway.

 

♀ seemed very pleased with how the date went. She’s been talking about him quite a bit…even to ‘vanilla’  friends.  Jim will be here fairly often over the next while getting the new office up and running. ♀ is hoping to see him again and isn’t ruling out the possibility of things going further.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ & I went to our very first Jack & Jill event at the Lounge last Monday night. Here’s the basic gist of  it: Forty five minute long moderated discussion & social time followed by masturbation play in all it’s beautiful forms.

 

Remember I told you about our first Play Party and how I had troubles performing?  ♀ thought that maybe inserting a large chunk of cold hard steel before we went would help me focus.

There were 25-30 people attending. I think about half arrived as couples. There were a few more men than women. I’m guessing about half of the attendees we’d met or at least seen at other functions. The topic of discussion was ‘if you could have no-strings-attached sex with a celebrity who would it be and why?’  There were a lot of great answers ranging from Queen Elizabeth the First to Mr. Dressup. ♀ picked Mike Holmes, the Holmes on Homes guy because he’s big & beefy and he can fix anything. I picked….well, I’d like a do-over. I should have picked Mae West because she was confident and beautiful and she oozed sex appeal. Also, the  first play she produced was called Sex and the billboards advertising the show declared Mae West is Sex.

 

After the discussion the lights were turned down, the music was turned up, Jason put a porn on the projector and everyone spread out around the lounge. ♀ got up on a gyno table and after we’d made out for awhile I sat on a stool between her legs. I licked and nibbled then gave her the silver bullet to use on her clit and I started fucking her with her glass dildo. It didn’t take ♀ long to have her first orgasm of the night.

 

We switched places and ♀ tried to get me excited. She licked and sucked and bit and pinched and tugged on my plug, but nothing happened. I watched the other couples playing in our vicinity.  I watched the porn that filled an entire wall behind us. Jennifer & Jason had a long, loud fuck session right beside us. Nothing. We took a break and had a snack. We tried another more isolated location. Nothing.

 

There are times when one or the other doesn’t get off and that’s just life. We try not to blame ourselves and it’s usually not a big deal. However, on this night even though she was trying really hard, I couldn’t even get an erection much less have an orgasm. She started getting frustrated and saying things like, I bet someone else could get you excited.  I knew that wasn’t the case at all and we both started feeling like we’d disappointed the other.

 

I pleaded with her not to let it get us off track and suggested we wander around and just watch all that was going on. Lots of people were playing; some by themselves, some with a friend or two. The Sybian was in use as were several Hitachi‘s. There was certainly no shortage of people and activities to watch. At another part of the Lounge there were two large futons side by side.  With Jennifer’s encouragement, ♀ joined 5 other women. They all lay on their backs with their legs open towards a group of guys on futons across from them. The idea was the women would see who (among the women) could have an orgasm the quickest while the guys watched and stroked themselves.  The women all started laughing so hard that Jennifer was the only one who came. It was fun to watch. After that finished, ♀ came over to where I was sitting. I licked and fingered her while she played with her clit and she had a second orgasm. There were several people close by, but I don’t know if anyone really paid much attention to us.

 

That pretty much sums up the description of our first Jack & Jill experience. Did we have a good time?  I know that ♀ sees my total lack of physical excitement as proof that I didn’t have a good time. Even if she was able to convince herself that it wasn’t her fault (very hard for her to do by the way) than obviously (in her mind anyway) the event itself  is to blame.  If you read this post from earlier this week you know that we’re still able to have intense love-making sessions.  Her question was, If you can’t have an orgasm at the Lounge than what’s the point of going?

 

Well, I really like going to the Lounge. It has a fun sexy atmosphere, the activities are always different, Jennifer’s enthusiasm and positive attitude is contagious, the people we’ve met have been very nice, we’ve never felt judged or looked down on, we get to wear pretty things out of the house, we get to see other people wearing pretty things, we get to see nakedness and sexiness, many of the people and activities we’ve seen have been incorporated into our pillow-talk and on and on the list goes.

 

If you’ve been reading SSS for awhile you’ll know that it’s not a big surprise that  I have trouble performing in public. I can’t even pee in public, hell, I can’t even pee in front of ♀.  However, I’ve been thinking that this inability could be used for something positive. I think it lends itself very well to cuckolding. Look, my limp-dicked sissy of a husband can’t satisfy me. I need someone who can.

 

♀ is, in theory, open to the idea. At this point in our development she can imagine that scenario happening with men easier than with women, but she hasn’t ruled out that possibility. Who knows what the future holds, right?  The problem is how do we take that first step? So far we have been completely passive as far as any kind of sexual interaction with other members goes. I think we both thought people would be approaching us and that hasn’t happened. To be honest, I haven’t seen very much of that sort of thing going on with anyone, but that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s not. Subtleties in general are not my strong point.  If that is a direction we’re really ready to go in than I think we’re going to need to be more proactive. I can hear Jennifer, well, duh.  It is really intimidating though. Now I can see Jennifer rolling her eyes.  It’s hard because we don’t have the skills or experience (yet) to find or arrange something we’ve never done before or are even 100% sure is a good idea. This is where Jennifer slaps the back of my head.

 

I’m still on holidays so we’re going to Deviant Dining and Exploratorium later this week. We don’t have a problem socializing at those events and I think it might be easier to talk to people about the possibility of playing there rather than trying to approach people at actual play events.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 

I could hear the buzzing of a vibrator hours after I had tucked her in.

 

“Do you need some help getting back to sleep?”

“Yes please.”

 

I inserted two fingers and she came almost immediately.

 

“Thank you Princess.”

“Pleasant dreams Mommy.”

 

Sleeping Venus by Paul Delvaux

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

HI there, this is ♀ writing. I know I don’t write here very often, but I got tired of waiting for sss to write this review. I’ve been bugging him for weeks to write it, but he always has an excuse…you need to try them more often, so I did…I’ve been really busy with stuff,  bullshit! He spends most of the time online looking at porn and or lingerie. Not that I mind, but he should at least admit it. And while I’m on the subject, don’t you think it’s odd that a man sissy who’s not allowed to jerk-off without my permission spends so much time looking at stuff that’ll make him horny and frustrated? I was considering putting him in a cock cage, but I don’t think it would make any difference.  His latest excuse was the codes for linking are hard to figure out. Can you believe that shit? So now I’m writing it and all he has to do is the links and hit publish and he’s not getting sex until he does!

 

So our first product to review from  Good Vibrations were the Smart balls.  We’d talked about similar products before, but I wasn’t very interested.  A friend of ours had lost a Ben-Wa ball down a hotel room toilet, we’d seen something similar to the Smart-Balls and the string attaching them was just that…string and I thought it would get icky. We were at a Lounge event and Jennifer was saying how great they were so when I saw them on this months list I thought what the heck.

 

Ok, so they arrived on May 6th. That was the day we went to the last Deviant Dining at the Lounge. Remember sss wrote about how nervous he was about having to read a piece of erotica in his underwear? Well let me tell you how the day unfolded. He picked up the package after he got up. Yes it was 2 pm, but his day was just beginning. I’d worked all day and when I got home, there he was at the computer obsessing over what piece to read…this is to long, this is to short, this is written in a woman’s voice, this has two voices… I was just like pick a damn story and get on with it.

 

So he finally picks one and goes to print it off and there’s no ink in the printer. So off he goes to get ink and I’m trying not to get pissy (he’s had 3 days to do this). While he’s gone, I need to get dressed and oh yeah, I need to get the dinner we’re taking ready, because he was so busy with his story he didn’t get around to starting it.

 

I get the water for the perogies started and I decided to wear the tan-coloured shorts I already had on and just put on a nicer low-cut blouse. I had a lot going, I was multi-tasking because women can do that…not like I’m-trying-to-decide-what-story-to-read-and- can’t-possibly-do-anything-else men. I had to go pee and while I was sitting there with my tan-coloured shorts around my ankles I decided to put the Smart-Balls in. I opened the little package of lube that comes with them and it emptied all over my shorts. So, the first thing you need to know is the lube is very runny. Open it with care!

 

By the time sss arrived home, I’d picked out a new outfit and the perogies were almost done. Of course he was more than happy to insert the Smart-Balls for me because what man doesn’t like sticking things in his woman’s pussy?  We weren’t really sure how far to push them so he pushed them up as far as he could and that left just enough cord to grab on to. I like that even the cord is coated so it’s easy to clean.

 

I wore them to dinner and I could sort of feel them inside, but I couldn’t really feel the smaller balls bumping inside the bigger ones. I wasn’t really aware of my kegels getting a workout. In fact the only time I really noticed them was when I had to pee, the lower one would feel like it was going to fall out and I’d need to push it back in. Maybe that means I need to work on my kegels?  Anyway, I kept them in until after dinner…almost 5 hours.

 

I tried them again a few days later. We were going for a walk and I thought that would make them bump a bit more. It was kind of funny…I put the NJoy butt-plug  in him and he put the Smart-Balls in me before we left for our walk. Even while walking I could feel them inside, but couldn’t feel them bumping like when I held them in my hand.

 

I put them in while masturbating a couple of nights later and that was nice. I like having something to clench on to and I could definitely feel the bumping during my orgasm.

 

Now let me tell you the best time to use them. I put them in right before I went to the dentist for my cleaning. With the chair leaning back it didn’t feel like they were going to slip out and I could concentrate on something much more pleasant than what was going on in my mouth.

 

I have three toy drawers in our room (sss has 2 more). The top drawer has my favourites, the bottom one  has the toys that were probably a waste of money. The Smart-Balls are in my middle drawer. I won’t use them every day, but there will be times when I’m glad I have them.

 

Cheers,

♀

Junior was 13 when I met him and his mom and that’s how old Mini is now.  I guess it’s natural to look at the differences and to speculate what the future holds. Mini is still very close to his mother. Extraordinarily close. Almost creepy-close. I have this re-occuring ‘Norman Bates’ nightmare. But this is something that has been orchestrated by her. She has nothing and no one else in her life. It’s just her and Mini against the world. I hope one day he’ll find the strength to break free, but there’s no sign of that happening yet.

 

Anyway, ♀ & I were comparing the boys at 13 the other night. ♀ said that Junior had already discovered girls by that age.  I think it would be more accurate to say that girls had discovered him. I remember being really uncomfortable with all the very young girls coming over to the house, all tarted up and being very aggressive. I often said to ♀ that I was really glad we had boys. I would have tried to keep a daughter on a much shorter leash. There really is a double standard, isn’t there. ♀ admitted to me that she probably wouldn’t have let me move in a soon as I did if she’d had a 13 yr old girl at home. Not that she ever thought I’d do something bad. She’d just be more cautious and protective.

 

So back to 13 yr old Junior. Girls would come over, but if he was playing video games or watching TV,  he’d pretty much ignore them. It didn’t seem to bother the girls. They’d sit there chattering at him and if they got bored and left it didn’t matter because another one would come by soon enough. He was a big strong kid and even at that age he really didn’t have to work at it.

 

We only see Mini for a few hours a week so it’s hard to say for sure, but I don’t think he’s discovered girls yet. That’s probably not a bad thing. He seems to be more comfortable in his own skin than I remember being (that didn’t happen for me until I was almost 40…lol) ♀ pointed out that considering the tight grip his mother still has on him and me being…not the most masculine of dads, it’s hardly a surprise that he’s a bit behind in the girl department. He’s a bright kid, but he’s still very socially immature.

 

Of course we also discussed ‘orientation’. As I’ve mentioned numerous times here,  adolescence was a difficult time for me…most people assumed I was gay. I knew I was different, but with no internet it was hard to figure out different how. ♀ & I will love and support him no matter what team he plays for, but we disagree on how his mother would react if  he were gay. ♀ thinks she would be devastated. She’d see it as a flaw in her otherwise perfect son. I, on the other hand, think she’d be quite pleased. She would remain the only woman in his life.

 

His mother is very closed minded about sex (when we were together she claimed to have never masturbated) so I hope he’ll come to us if when he has questions or concerns, but realistically I know…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

This torn rotator-cuff is going to be a long slow process, but there were a few small victories in week two. We went to Deviant Dining  at the Lounge last week. It was a very last minute decision to go. We haven’t been to anything this month and we clearly aren’t going to anything ‘playful’ anytime soon. So we changed some things around and I picked up some goodies from Costco and off we went. I’m glad we did. The official head count was 29…the most well attended dinner we’ve been to.  There was great food with lots of variety. ♀ is still pretty sore so we weren’t exactly social butterflies, but we did meet a few new people.

Jason was teasing me about how horrible it must be for me to ‘have to’ do even more than usual for ♀. He told her to be careful..that I just might accidentally twist her arm to prolong my increased servitude.

 

The hi-light of dinner was the dessert platter. The woman ♀ necked with at the last Exploratorium was bound in rope, ball-gagged, wrapped in shrink-wrap and laid out on a table. Then Jennifer and her assistant prepared dessert on her. There was cream-puffs, eclairs, fresh fruit, whipped cream and a congac/chocolate liqueur that was to die for. Everyone was encouraged to help themselves to dessert. It was so yummy, I had to go back  for more. When I went back for the second helping, someone had cut a hole in the plastic and stuck several frozen cream puffs down around her crotch (she was wearing panties). I was encouraged to dig around down there, so I did. ♀ scolded me for touching another woman without Her permission, but she still ate the cream-puff.

 

♀ still can’t do up her bra or shoes or sling, but she is doing more and more every day. She’s sleeping in our bed most of the time and taking fewer and fewer pain killers. She started physio on Monday and on Sunday I washed her hair, shaved her legs and both pits. I still think that’s kinda funny. It was a huge effort for her to pull her arm out far enough for me to be able to shave, but there was no way in hell she was going to that physio appointment with a hairy arm-pit.

 

We had sex Saturday and Sunday. Yippee!! It’s rare for us to go more than a day or two without lovin’ so this once-a-week thing was a challenge. She was in tears by the time we’d both had orgasms Saturday night. She insisted it was because of her muscles contracting and not anything I had done, but I still felt guilty as hell. She said she wasn’t going to try to have another big O until she was a lot less sore.

 

Sunday wasn’t one of our best days. We were both a little ‘off’ and not really feeling connected. I helped her get ready for bed and she told me to lay behind her and rub myself on her silky panties. I so wasn’t horny and really didn’t want to masturbate. Eventually I did spoon her, but kept my penis hidden between my legs. She was laying on her good side and couldn’t reach behind her with her sore arm. Can you believe it? She was able to seduce me without even laying a hand on me. I am so weak.

 

Want to know something cool? Well we’ve fucked side-by-side lots of times, but we’d never done it that side-by-side. We each have our side of the bed so taking her from the other side had never come up before. Now, of course, she can’t roll over on that side. So we’d never tried that exact position before and guess what?  It worked. Really well. All the weight was on her good shoulder. I held the head-board for leverage. We both had orgasms. Hers was huge and pain free. And afterwards…she had the best nights sleep of the past two weeks.

 

I couldn’t find a picture of a dessert platter like the one we had, but here’s a nice sushi platter.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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