♀ has been having issues with her libido lately. It’s always waxed and waned some, but this has been a prolonged drought and neither of us is very happy about it. We’ve tried not worrying about it and focusing on other ways to be connected. We’ve tried doing things and going to places that she associates with high sexual energy and nothing has really worked.

 

I have a theory about about why her mojo has left, but haven’t been able to figure out how to improve things.  The theory? Well I don’t want to go into too much detail, but it looks like we could take over the bakery when it closes next spring. I think it’s a great opportunity, but I really don’t have much to lose by doing it. The problem is it would take both of us. ♀ would need to quit her job. A job she worked very hard to get. A  job she loves. I think she’s feeling like she has no other choice, but to do this. So I think the right choice for me is probably the wrong choice for her. That, combined with the uncertainty of taking over a business that has been declining for the past 2 or 3 years, has messed with her mojo.

 

She says I’m wrong, but has no other explanation or solution.

Do you?

 

 

♀ & sss

I admit that I’m not much of a traveler. In the nine years that ♀ & I have been together, I’m pretty sure I’ve never been the one to say, “let’s go…”

 

So for me to say Vegas has never been on my list of destinations, is really just a half-truth. I don’t have a list. I like being close to home. ♀, on the other hand, does have a list and Vegas has always been right near the top of it. The bakery will be closing in six months, my boss owed me a few days off, ♀ found a great package deal and I really didn’t have any great excuses for not going.

 

After Lord Batsu and I finished fucking ♀ senseless for the second time, Lady Batsu made us a hearty lunch and Lord Batsu drove us to the airport (thanks again, you two are awesome).

 

We picked the Imperial to stay at because the price was right and it was smack-dab-in-the-middle of the strip, not because we thought it would be luxurious. However, when we checked in (sometime after 11 pm) I told a little white lie and said it was our 10th anniversary. They upgraded us to the Love Nest suite. What made this suite special was mirrors above the king-size bed and also above the bath tub…the really big bath tub…

 

 

We had never stayed in a room with mirrors above the bed before (or above the tub either) and I must admit it was fun finding positions that were visually entertaining. For instance that first night ♀ wanted to watch herself get fisted. Keep in mind that it had only been about 8 hours since Lord Batsu and I had taken turns fisting her. She needed a long soak in the big tub when we were done.

 

We arrived late Sunday night and left early Wednesday afternoon, so we really only had two full days. Three would have been better. Not that we could do and see everything in three days, it’s just I don’t think my senses could take much more than that. We did a lot of walking, shopping and fucking. There was some eating and sleeping and a little bit of drinking and gambling.

 

Some of the hi-lights were…the sexy red shoes and red corset we bought. I had the best Manhattan I’ve ever had. We had deep-fried dill-pickles at BB Kings Bar & Grill (those Americans will deep fry anything). Going up the Eiffel tower at night was cool. The living statues scared the hell out of ♀. I loved the rare book store ($6500 for a first edition of the Cat in the Hat).  Zumanity was fucking amazing. We had never seen any Cirque Du Soleil shows before and wow. We didn’t get to sit on the red couches, but we did have front row seats and I think that was the best live show I have ever seen anywhere. Seriously, it was even better than my kids grade 1 Christmas concert.

 

Do you read HyperSexualGirl? She’s a young woman living in Australia and before that she was a stripper in Las Vegas. She sent us a very nice email with lots of suggestions of places to go and things to see, but we never even left the strip. I’m keeping that email though because if when we go again she had lots of great suggestions. We had planned on going to see some strippers, but the closest we got was this place…

 

 

The first day we walked in one direction along the strip and the next day we walked the other way. Unfortunately we left Caesars Palace (it was right across the street) until the very end. I would have liked to spend some more time exploring there. We did have a nice meal at Rao’s and I copped a feel on the way out…

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ bought me ‘Hello Kitty’ lingerie for a Father’s Day present. It came with a tank-top, panties & eye-shades in the exact same shade of pink as my twitter page.  I’ve never watched ‘Hello Kitty’ and probably never will, but this set is cute and girly and comfortable and it amused the hell out of ♀ to buy it for me. Seriously, how many other dads got ‘Hello Kitty’ lingerie for Father’s Day?

 

Mini was over on Thursday and he was telling me a friend of his got his Dad a coffee mug with this on it for Father’s Day…

 

I asked him if he thought his friends dad would see the humour in that.

Mini said he has no sense of humour at all. He’ll absolutely hate it. That’s what makes it so funny!

 

He’s coming over later today and he & ♀ & I are going over to Juniors for a BBQ. It’ll be his first Father’s Day as a daddy. That still seems strange to say. The Princess…1 month old and weighing 10 lbs…sent ♀ a text message the other day saying ‘I miss you Grandma. Come visit me.’ So we went over and after ♀ got her baby-fix…OK, that will never happen…before we left, ♀ let me hold the Princess. I had her on my chest with her head on my shoulder and she started to get fussy. When Mini was a baby he liked it when I laid him along my fore-arm with his head in my hand and his legs sticking out past my elbow. Anyway, The Princess started to squirm so I turned her over and went to lay her on my arm and Junior dove across the couch to try and catch her. I told him I hardly ever drop babies.

 

Last night ♀ & I were planning on going to this class and our second play-party at the Lounge. ♀ decided that she wasn’t going to allow me to have any orgasms for an entire week before the party.  I had performance issues at the first party and she thought a week of frustration would fix that problem. I liked that she took charge like that, but a week without lovin’s…not so much. It had been a challenging week for both of us for a bunch of different reasons and we were both pretty…no, really cranky by the time I got up Saturday afternoon. I was starting to think maybe a play-party wasn’t going to be the best plan for the day. Then I got an email from Jennifer saying they were regretfully cancelling the evenings activities. Less then an hour later my penis was in ♀ bum, a rather large dildo was in her pussy and we were both having toe-curling orgasms. And guess what? No more crankiness!

 

♀ made two of my favourite dishes for dinner…beef stroganoff and trifle. There was lots so we invited my mom and step-dad over. We did consider going to see the strippers after they left, but instead I put on my new ‘Hello Kitty’  lingerie, gave ♀ a full body massage and then we fucked some more. Yippee!

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

The fantasy that drives ♀ absolutely wild these days is forcing me to have sex with another man. Not just giving head to get him ready for her, but giving head and then bending over for him or making out with another submissive and fucking each other. If there’s trash talk going on in our bedroom, those sorts of scenarios are pretty much guaranteed to get her off.

 

I’m not quite sure how I feel about that. It wouldn’t be fair to say, ‘let’s expand our horizons… this is my fantasy…your boundaries need to be pushed.’ Without it working the other way as well. I’d love to see ♀ with another woman. I think she’s open to the idea and  if the time and place and woman were all right,  she would really enjoy the experience. A few years ago her attitude was more along the line of  ‘if it ever happened it would be for your entertainment’. But even back then she enjoyed going to see the strippers…pointed out attractive women…she could see the beauty in the female form.

 

I don’t think I’ve ever looked at a man and thought ‘yummy’. The closest I come is thinking ‘oh ♀ would like him.’ So, like ♀ a few years ago, my attitude is  ’if it happens it would be for her entertainment.’  It just occurred to me that maybe that’s part of the excitement of  it…forcing me to do something that’s entirely for her amusement?

 

But…. I love eating my cum out of her freshly fucked pussy. I love licking her juices off of dildos. When she puts on her harness I try my damnedest to take her strap-on all the way down my throat before bending over for her. Trash talk that involves me going down on a man to get him ready for her or licking her juices off of  him or licking them both clean afterwards (in reality we’d use condoms) or feeling another mans cock rub against mine while we’re both inside of  her are a huge turn-on. So maybe I’m being close-minded about being with a man…

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

We went out for dinner on Saturday. I had a beer before we left, a couple more with dinner and a liquor with dessert. Then we went to a stripper bar and I had several more beers. I wasn’t sloppy drunk, but I was definitely impaired. We were sitting right at the stage and shortly after we sat down, ♀ pointed out a woman sitting by herself on the other side of the stage. It’s not unusual to see women at strip bars, but it’s a little odd to see a woman there by herself. A while later a guy brought her a glass of wine and sat down with her. They were obviously together, but they didn’t really seem like a couple. He kept leaving and coming back and they didn’t seem to interact with each other very much.

 

Just after the first show ended they moved over to where we were sitting and asked if they could sit beside us. She said they didn’t want to sit with all the kids on the other side. I said sure and she sat down next to me. Her friend was on her other side, but he kept leaving and coming back. On one of his stops, they both introduced themselves to us, Rob & Lisa.

 

♀ noticed right away, but in my befuddled condition it took me awhile to notice; Lisa was hitting on me. I did try to ignore her, but she became more and more obvious. She started putting her glass of wine right in front of me, she started touching my sleeve, then hand and then leg. At one point ♀ said loud enough for Lisa to hear, “Is she going to sit on your lap next.”

 

Now, I’m not a guy who has been hit on (by women) very often and I’ll admit it was flattering, but here is the behaving badly part…I asked ♀ not once, but twice if she wanted to invite this couple to play.  As we were leaving Lisa motioned for me to come back. I did. Lisa took my hand and placed it on her breast. I squeezed then kissed her on the cheek. ♀ asked me what Lisa had said and I told her she just said good night. I didn’t admit until later that I’d copped a feel and kissed her cheek. In fact hours later I was still denying that I had done anything wrong.

 

Of course the next moring I could see all sorts of wrong with how I’d behaved…copping a feel, kissing Lisa and not admitting it right away, asking ♀ twice if we could play with a couple we met at a strip bar when at least two of the participants were impaired (Lisa’s eyes were pretty glass), where would we have gone? Where would we have found condoms at that hour?

 

♀ knows that my bad judgement was fueled by alcohol and she’ll forgive me for the incident, but there is a bigger issue. Something like this just adds credence to her suspicion that she is unable to give me all that I need.  I tell her for the umpteenth time that including others might be fun under the right circumstances, but I’m not interested in anything that doesn’t include her. But it’s hard for her not to think actions…even drunken actions…speak louder then words.

 

Later that night while we’re in the bath together, she suggests and I agree that the subject of playing with other people will only be discussed in the controlled, alcohol-free and relatively safe environment of the Libido Lounge.  I tell her that even at the Lounge the who what when where how and why needs to be entirely up to her. She says sure, but I can tell she has her doubts that I’ll be able to live up to that promise.

I’m a schmuck and should be punished,

sss

Dear Sam;

 

 You probably don’t remember me, but we met on May 16/09. Well, perhaps that’s an exaggeration. You were the only one introduced. You  sprayed silly-string on my wife and she put some money up on the stage and when you came over and picked it up she showed you her boobies and you fondled them. At the end of your set you came over to us. She pulled down her top a second time and you stuck a fridge magnet on her boob and then you put another fridge magnet on my bald head. Does any of this ring a bell?

 

Even if the evening had unfolded differently I would have wanted to let you know that we really enjoyed your show.  We both like going to see the strippers, but ♀ is very particular about who she gives tips to.  She loved your outfit and all your curves and  that you were having fun. It was obvious that you really wanted to be there.  All those things make a difference to her and believe me she doesn’t expose herself to just anybody. On a different night she might have told me to get us (or maybe only her) a private dance. Later, when we looked at your website and she learned that you’d lost a bunch of weight and had struggled with (and overcome) body image issues, she could relate and  liked you even more. If we see you again I think she’d be right into a private dance.

 

The main reason I’m writing to you though is because you & I have a connection…a common bond (besides enjoying my wife’s boobs).  Earlier in the evening, we’d gone out to dinner to celebrate our 5th wedding anniversary. We were on our way home when ♀ suggested we stop in to see a couple of pretty girls take their clothes off. The bar was very busy, but we managed to snag the last two seats right at the stage. While we were waiting for your set to start the guy sitting next to me mentioned that the dancers kept stealing his hat. He wasn’t sloppy drunk, but he’d been there awhile. You might have even seen him (and stolen his hat?) during an earlier show.

 

Anyway, after you’d finished playing with her boobs and left the stage ♀ hurried off  to the little girls room. The guy beside me struck up a conversation. He said you were the best dancer of the night. He wanted to know how I was able to talk ♀ into going to the strippers. I told him she didn’t need any convincing. I told him our walk-in closet is absolutely covered with stripper posters and most of them are signed ‘to ♀’. He thought that was pretty cool and we both agreed that I’m a lucky guy.

 

♀ came back to her seat and the guy I’d been talking to left to go to the little boys room. A few minutes later,  just as the next dancer was getting ready to start her show we heard several pops. At the back of the bar near the restrooms there’s one of those boxing arcade games. Guys full of beer and testosterone punch the bag to see how hard they can hit. I thought that’s what the popping was. A minute or so later we realized something was terribly wrong and we joined the rush to get out.

 

We were watching the news the next day and they said two men had been shot in the restroom. The police believe it was a targeted hit. One man was in critical condition and was known to police. The other man died and the police think he was an innocent bystander. They showed his picture on TV and ♀ said, “OMG that’s the guy you were sitting beside last night!”  His name was Chris Whitmee, he had a 9 yr old daughter and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

 

After the initial shock had worn off, ♀ said, “well at least the last woman he saw naked was  pretty and a really good dancer”. I’ve been thinking about that night and the randomness of things. And I’ve been thinking how it’s kinda weird that you were the last woman he saw naked and I was the last person he had a conversation with. And I’ve been thinking that connection would make a very cool start to a six-degrees-of-separation kinda story. I’ll let you know if I ever get it written, OK?

 

Keep well.

 

sss

Finally, a new post and finally, ♀ & I managed to get three days off together; no jobs, no kids, no visitors no obligations. Three whole days all to ourselves. We’ve been so busy for so long, we’d become accustomed to our time alone together being doled out in little bits and pieces.

 

What did we do? Well, ♀ painted our en suite bathroom (is that redundant?) We’ve been in this condo for just over four months and this is the first room she’s painted. That should give you some indication of just how busy we’ve been. The next room to be done will be our bedroom. She’s eager to get that done because our Queynte painting has finally arrived from Jackie. It really is beautiful. The colours and the details are brilliant. There are a couple of issues though. It’s not quite as ‘abstract’ as we’d convinced ourselves it would be. The two people who have seen it (my mother and step-son) knew right away what it was. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. We’ve tried to make our bedroom a very sensuous place and have several nudes so it will be a perfect fit. I guess we’d just imagined ‘what’ and ‘who’ would be our little secret. I asked ♀ if she was still comfortable with hanging it and she said, ‘with the amount of money we spent on it, you better believe it’s going up!’  That brings me to the second issue. The price Jackie quoted us was more then we’d ever spent on a piece of art, but we were able to justify it because we both loved the idea and the examples we saw online are so gorgeous and really, you expect to pay more for a commissioned piece. What we didn’t count on…and this wasn’t Jackie’s fault at all…was the cost of shipping and insuring a large flat package and duty and taxes and framing and all those extras added about $600 to the final price. I’m sure once it’s up on the wall we will love it forever, but right now it stings a bit.

 

 Do you remember the book Mister Got To Go? It was one of my favourite books to read to Mini when he was little. It takes place at our favourite place to stay when we spend the night in Vancouver, The Sylvia Hotel. It was built in 1912 and it has been designated a heritage building so there are very strict guidelines to what they can do to it. The plumbing and electrical and safety stuff is all up to modern codes, but it still has a very old feel to it. We were lucky enough to get a room looking out onto English Bay. It was loveRly. We only spent one night, but we did a lot of…ummm…stuff. Yeah, of course we did  ’that’, but we also went to the Firehall Arts Centre and saw This Mortal Flesh. It’s had mixed reviews, but we really enjoyed it.

 

After we checked out of the room we had a very leisurely breakfast in the hotel restaurant, just looking out at the water and watching life go by. Later we did some shopping. We bought a bag full of books that included three collections of erotic fiction. The one I’m most excited about is Yes Ma’am  edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. Surprised? Not.

 

We stopped at a specialty wine store and ♀ found a couple of bottles to try. We avoided malls and just wandered through small independent shops. Eventually we ended up at Little Sister’s. We found a leather flogger that ♀ said would be perfect for when she wants to put me over her knee (the flogger we have and the riding crop are both to long), but she decided it was to much $. We did get a ceramic massaging stone and two new toys; a new bullet for her and a prostrate massager for me.

 

After we’d finished shopping, we stopped in at the Number 5 Orange and watched a few pretty girls take their clothes off. If you’ve never been, the women need to climb a ladder from the stage up to the change room after their set. ♀ & I had the best table in the bar; in front of the stage and underneath the ladder. Purrfect! We stopped for a late dinner on the way home and watched the last period of the hockey game. Canucks win…again!

 

Guess what? When we got home our condo was exactly how we left it. Isn’t that just the coolest thing?  Have I mentioned how much I like this empty-nest lifestyle?  The other great thing about getting home is our bed. I am quite certain I have never loved a piece of furniture as much as I love our bed. Once we were unpacked and the mail was checked and we were settled into bed, ♀ had a brilliant thought and we did something we’d never done before. We lay beside each other head-to-foot and got out our new toys. First she inserted the prostrate massager into my bum, then she started fucking herself with her glass dildo and playing with her clit with her new bullet. It was the coolest thing. We could look into each others eyes AND we had an up close view of each others naughty bits as we masturbated. She came first, then took the dildo out and spread her lips wide open for me. The sight of the  juices dripping out of her cunt and the vibrations in my bum pushed me over the edge soon after.

 

We’ve watched each other masturbate before, but we’d never done it together like that. It really was a lot of  fun and if you’re looking for something different to do tonight I’d recommend it. I meant it would be something you and your partner might enjoy. I didn’t mean you’d enjoy it with us. Though now that I think about it…with us would probably have entertainment value. You’d be able to see ♀ cunt in person and in vibrant colour up on the wall and you’d be able to lay on the worlds most comfortable bed and once our circle jerk was over, we could read erotica together. Sounds like fun, right? But maybe it’s not all that practical. So try it at home with someone you like and tell us all about it in the comments.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

 ♀ is very particular about the strippers she’ll give tips to. Outfit, dancing ability, rapport with the audience, how quickly she gets naked, real or fake boobs and overall looks are all factors in her decision to tip or not. Going to see the peelers with ♀ is a much different experience then going with guys. I learn more, drink less and dancers often give women who are up front a little more attention. <Kyla> gave ♀ a lot more attention. She told ♀ to stand up, she undid her top, pulled her breasts out of her bra, gave them a good lick, then she held ♀ face in her boobs, then they rubbed their boobs together. Yeah, it was hot. During her last song, she sat on the edge of the stage with her feet on either side of ♀ and spread her lips apart. It was almost as good as a private lap dance without the cost. Well actually there was a cost. After her set Kyla sat down with us. She gave ♀ a very nice kiss, copped a feel and told her she has very nice breasts. I tell her that all the time, but to hear it from a stripper…well, she just beamed. Anyway, Kyla had a DVD that she starred in and also produced and of course we just had to buy it. She signed the cover for us: ‘♀- I’m an oral addict, help me lick my problem. I want to be licked and fucked at the same time. Wet pussy kisses. Kyla xoxoxo.’  We’ve watched it a couple of times and it certainly adds to the thrill knowing ♀ & <Kyla> have touched titties and tongues.

The day after we saw Kyla we went to <Little Sisters>. It wasn’t a planned trip. We just happened to be walking past and I’d always wanted to go in so we did. I thought it was just books, but they had quite a large selection of toys and even some fetish gear. ♀ made me hold my hands out, palms up and she tried a couple of different floggers.  I’ve been trying to talk her into buying leather for years, but had been thinking of apparel. Not that I have much say in these matters.

We didn’t get the flogger (yet), but we did get some lube and

 our

very

first

glass

toy.

Notice all the bumps, the wet inner thighs and the pretty flower at the end? ♀ absolutely loves this toy. My only complaint -yeah, I know, a good sissy is supposed to be obedient and not complain-OK, I’m a little disappointed. We’ve had this toy for 2 weeks and she still hasn’t used it on me!

HHNT

sss