This past Remembrance Day marked the 10th anniversary of ♀ & I meeting in person. We’d been chatting online for a few days…maybe a week. We’d had phone sex already so I knew what her big O’s sounded like. But, yeah, 10 years ago was our first face-to-face.

 

I wasn’t a very good kisser…or dresser…and my car smelled musty…and I was much to skinny for her taste…and I only wore cotton boy briefs and…when I think about it…it’s kinda amazing that here we are ten years later.

 

And ten years later she still rocks my knickers. Seriously, she’s still my dream-girl, my trophy-wife, my Mommy, my everything.

 

I do try to make her feel special and to show her how much I love her every day, but 10 years, Holy Doodle! I needed to go the extra mile to make her feel like my Queen…

 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

I believe there is a direct correlation between the magnitude of the disagreement and the intensity/length of the ‘make-up’ sex…

 

 

…this week our make-up sex lasted for 2 entire days!

 

Was it worth the stress of the fight?

 

No, not really, but the sex was spectacular.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

…that ♀ & I are still totally into each other,

 

 

cuz apparently nobody else is.

sss

I am curvy, confident and like to have fun. I am loyal, honest and passionate. I love lingerie, sex and most of all, my husband.

 

My husband is a sissy. He shares my love for lingerie.  His legs and pits are always shaved and his toe-nails are painted. He paints my nails, brushes and braids my hair, shaves my pubes, helps me pick out my clothes and does much of the house-work. He is MY bitch, not yours. He is not weak or stupid,  but is submissive to ME…in and out of the bedroom. I am always dominate with him, but have been exploring my submissive side lately. I have just recently been identifying as a ‘switch’.

 

Cuckolding is something that we both really want to explore. So in the simplest terms we are looking for men to have sex with me, but like most things in life it’s never that simple. We need to see pictures of YOU, not just your penis. Your profile needs to tell us something about who you are and what you might be into. You need to be able to string together enough sentences to catch and hold my attention. I will decide who we play with, but we will BOTH need to feel comfortable, so be respectful!  We are definitely not looking for an exclusive sort of arrangement, but finding a person who we have enough of a connection to want to play with again (and again) would be a very good thing.

 

 

 

I can have sex with whomever I choose and in theory my sissy doesn’t need to be present, but he will always know who I’m with and it should be assumed that he will be part of any encounter. Even if  it’s just as a spectator. You can identify as a Dom or sub or switch or none of the above…we have LOTS of play ideas to fit into lots of different scenarios. 

 

This isn’t a deal breaker, but it would be great if you’re open to some physical contact with my sissy. Some examples of this would be my sissy fluffing you in preparation to fuck me, putting the condom on you (we always play safe), guiding you in, licking my juices off your balls,  double-penetration or maybe even bending him over are all things we might like to take beyond pillow-talk.

 

 

If you’re curious about what we look like, click here.  At the bottom of that page just click on the ‘newer posts’  link and you’ll find dozens of  Half-Nekkid Thursday (hnt) pictures of both of us.

 

 We’re looking forward to hearing from you!

 

♀ aka Okusan Bitch  on Fetlife

Years ago when I was being treated for depression, one of the first questions that the psychologist asked me was if I could remember ever being happy? It didn’t matter if it was a period of time or  a day or even just a moment from my past. He wanted me to try and remember what ‘happy’ felt like.

 

We tried something similar with ♀ mojo the other day. The phones were off and we didn’t need to be anywhere anytime soon, so there was no rush and no pressure. I was giving her a massage and she asked me to remind her of  good times that we’ve had together.  So I just started mentioning a sentence or two of a wide variety of happy times…the first time I heard her laugh on the phone, our first kiss, the night she proposed, dune-buggy riding on the Oregon coast, our honeymoon, long walks on the beach, our Alaskan cruise, skinny dipping at Shuswap Lake…

 

After a long massage, I used the Wartenberg wheel all over her back and legs. She rolled over and I used it all over her front until she was squirming. She set the pace for our love-making and she decided the how things unfolded. There was no pillow-talk. We just took our time and really focused on ‘us’. It took a while, but she was able to have the biggest and most intense orgasm that she’s had in at least a month…maybe even longer. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to hear her have a Big O.

 

We were having a  shower after and she admitted that when I was telling her about all the good times we’ve had, she caught herself thinking about the negative as well. Like when I was talking about our honeymoon, she thought, ‘I was a lot skinnier then’. She caught herself doing it and was able to put those thoughts out of her head.

 

Neither of us is thinking, ‘oh boy, her mojo is back’, but at least she knows she can still have really good orgasms and I think that’s a very good thing.

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

♀ 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

Later today (the day after my 47th birthday, how the hell did that happen?), I have appointments scheduled with my doctor, dentist and optometrist (I can no longer read the fine print). Last week it was getting a new life insurance policy and next week we’re updating our wills. You might think I’d be feeling a little sorry for myself, but ♀ managed to give me a fairly spectacular birthday weekend.

 

We went for pedicures Saturday afternoon. I got crimson with hand-drawn snowflakes on my big toes. You have no idea how amazingly festive that is for a grinch like me. We met a friend for lunch. She gave me an expensive bottle of scotch…I know nothing about scotch, but apparently that’s something old guys are expected to know, so perhaps I’ll learn.

 

Do you remember me telling you about J & N?  They came over Saturday night for a fondue and some fun. The slow pace of the fondue combined with sexual tension made for a most enjoyable evening. It went sort of like this: food-flirt-drink-food-flog-frolic-food-drink-fornicate-cuddle-food-fuckoffI’mfull-coffee-fornicate and then everyone except the baker looked very sleepy.

 

And remember how I didn’t have any big O’s the last time we played and everyone else had two? Well, this time I had two while J & N were there and I popped a third one in ♀ ass shortly after J & N left. Not bad for an unmedicated old guy, don’tchya think?

 

Sunday (my actual bday) ♀ woke me up and she was very excited. She gave me a burlesque-teddy-bear. When you squeeze the bears hand she sings ‘I wanna be loved by you’ Marilyn style. The bear is holding a DVD and ♀ dragged me into the office before I could even brush my teeth.

 

OK, I need to give you some background information. As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ has a hard time keeping a secret. Also, we don’t make big purchases without consulting one and other. About six weeks ago she told me she had a gift idea for me, but it was kind of expensive and would I be OK with only getting one present for both my birthday and Christmas? I told her that would be fine. A couple of weeks later she said she was worried about the cost (and my impending job loss) and since she was going to be getting at least as much enjoyment from it as I would she wanted it to be my birthday present and both our Christmas presents. She made me promise that I wouldn’t buy her anything. She said it was being made and wouldn’t be ready for my birthday and so we could open it together at Christmas.

 

She told me she was going to able to help make the present and a couple of weeks ago she found out that this past Tuesday was the day she would be needed. She wanted to tell me so bad what she was doing. She’d beg me to let her tell me what it was. I refused so she kept dropping hints. It turns out they were all phony hints designed to make me think it was something completely different.

 

The reason she was so excited is she’d been emailed my gift several days earlier than expected so she was able to burn the DVD and give it to me on my actual birthday. And what was it that had her bubbling with excitement? She gone for a Pin-Up Photography session. They did her hair and make-up, they had the sets (including a stiletto chair) and even the clothes (though ♀ took her own). It took 3.5 hours and they shot 250 photos. ♀ said the hardest part was whittling it down to 7 pictures.

 

The  photos are…fucking amazing. We’re going to get them printed and framed and put them up in our bedroom. We talked about posting them here, but decided that wasn’t the best thing to do. If we know you in real life or if we’ve exchanged email with you in the past and you’d like to see them, just ask.

 

Want to know something weird? Yesterday before I went to bed (and before I saw the pictures) I put this on our desktop so it would be the first thing she saw when she turned on the computer:

 

 

Later that day we did the family thing at a local sushi restaurant and then everyone came back here for ♀’s peanut-butter pie (So good)

 

Now don’t you agree that was a fairly spectacular birthday weekend?

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

As J & N were getting ready to leave Wednesday night, there was some talk about when we might be able to play again. The only night that we were all going to be available for many weeks was that Saturday…Just three days later.  Well that seemed a bit sudden so we agreed we would take a day or two to process what had happened and make a decision after that. J emailed ♀ Thursday night to say they were game if we were and suggested we come out to their house.

 

As I’ve mentioned before, ♀ gets really horny in the days after we’ve played and when you add that to her excitement about playing again in just two more days…lets just say it was just as well she had Thursday & Friday off work.

 

Saturday night ♀ was dressed even more provocatively then she had been Wednesday night; translucent top over beaded black bra, new jean skirt over garter and fish-net stockings. She and J had been sending text messages back and forth all afternoon and when I saw what she was wearing, I sent J a text saying she looked to hot for me to take out.

 

We picked them up and went to a local pub for dinner and I was happy to see that N seemed more…relaxed…confident…maybe even eager. Dinner was fun. There was much more flirting and the discussion was far more specific. What worked well the previous night, what everyone might be willing to try, what was a possibility, what wasn’t. It was not the time or place to be subtle.

 

Once we got back to their place, we went straight for the bedroom. Four adults on a queen-size bed and it didn’t take long for things to get started.  There had been variety of fore-play things going on and at one point  J was on top of ♀ kissing her passionately and clearly very excited. Something was said between J & N or maybe it was just a look, but J put the breaks on. Things were moving to quickly and N was upset. She was embarrassed and apologized for being a stick in the mud. Everyone assured her that wasn’t the case at all. Then she said that she was finding it really difficult to see J being that passionate with ♀.

 

Well, that was exactly what ♀ & I had been going through. She pushed J & I aside, took N in her arms and told her that she totally understood what she was going through. She told her how hard it had been (and still is) for her to see me with someone else and how we’re trying to work through it. And then she kissed her and she kissed her again and then they really locked lips. J & I sat on opposite sides of the bed, transfixed as ♀ moved down to N’s breasts and she started to moan and before I knew it ♀ had her lips on N’s clit and her fingers buried in her cunt and minutes later N’s hips were bucking, there was girl-juice running down ♀ chin and I think my brain melted.

 

I think part of what made it so hot was that it was completely spontaneous and it really set the mood for the rest of the night. Later in the evening, J gave N a second big O while she made out with ♀. He also flogged ♀ while N & I watched and that was pretty hot.  We all helped give ♀ her two Big O’s (that seems to be her quota lately). J had two orgasms. ♀ licked one of them off N’s breasts and I licked the other one off N’s ass (the first time tasting another man’s cum).

 

So if your keeping score ♀, J & N had two big O’s each and I didn’t have any and ♀ still hasn’t been fucked by another man’s cock. Still, judging by all the happy, glowing faces as we were leaving, I think everyone involved was pretty darn pleased with how well things went. 

 

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

When we first started talking about playing with other people at the Lounge it was suppose to be all about ♀ and her pleasure. I wanted to see her with other men. She liked the idea. It was all good.  Mostly.

 

The thing is, I love to see ♀ with other men, but I prefer the company of women. In the sexually charged, social environment of the Lounge it’s women who I want to interact with. They come in so many different shapes and sizes, they smell nice, they feel nice, they wear pretty things. I love the flirt and the tease. I want to touch and give pleasure to women and even though I don’t want the same things from women as ♀ wants from men (actual sex), it’s become an issue.

 

As a sissy, I don’t expect or even want the same rules to apply to both of us. I understand that seeing me interact with women in a sexy way doesn’t thrill ♀ the way seeing her with men thrills me. In fact, she finds it upsetting. We’ve had a challenging time finding the balance of letting me be me and her comfort level.

 

After the first incident, we agreed on a couple of things. First, my cock is hers. Period. No one is allowed to touch it, lick it, fuck it or do anything else with it without her consent and I’m not allowed to ask her for that consent. The woman involved needs to ask and that leads to the next part of our agreement. ♀ needs to be there so she can join in if she chooses or say ‘stop’ if she needs to.

 

The next incident happened when I was necking with another woman. ♀ was sitting right there. In fact she had freed one of her boobs for me to play with. My junk was safely tucked inside my panties. It was all good, right? Wrong. One of the many things I love about women is their brains work so differently then men’s, but there are times when it can be frustrating.

 

 

 It took us a few days, but eventually we figured out the rules we had in place were fine. The issue was she wasn’t feeling connected with me. She’d had a migraine headache earlier in the day and was still feeling weak and shaky when we got to the Lounge. She felt like she kept having to ask for my attention. Watching me give my attention to someone else when she was feeling disconnected from me was not a good thing.

 

We’ve been able to have some very sexy times since then (yes, I’ll be blogging about those soon) so I think we’re on the right track.

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

Virgin: adjective without experience of; not previously exposed to:

 

We attended the inaugural Virgin party at the Lounge this past weekend. There was a good mix of newbies attending their first play-party and veterans trolling for fresh meat.

 

 

Now that Jennifer has wiped her breakfast off the screen… I was kidding. It wasn’t like that at all. Though I am curious as to when exactly we became ‘experienced Lounge members’? It really wasn’t all that long ago that those looks of nervous anticipation were on our faces and it was us asking all those questions. It was kinda strange though because we still have lots of unpopped cherries and lots to learn about ‘us’ as individuals and ‘us’ as a couple and where we fit in the lifestyle and how best to negotiate play and keep ‘us’ safe….

 

Anyway, about the night…♀ wore a black mesh body-suit with the killer red shoes we bought in Vegas. She looked amazing and received many nice compliments. My favourite was the woman who looked at her shoes and said, “those shoes are sex.”

I wore the white baby doll and jacket we bought in Vegas with frilly white panties and adorable white sockettes with ruffles and little black bows at the heels. I have a very common first name and Jennifer told me a couple of people had referred to me as ‘lingerie  ****’.  That’s not quite a descriptive as ‘sissy ****’, but still, it made me smile. Oh and as lingerie **** I was the go-to-guy for reattaching sprung garter straps.

 

Pin-up bondage master Uncle M was there tying up a few lucky ladies. He has a funny place in the Lounge. He goes to most Deviant Dinings and Exploratoriums. He helps out  a lot with work on the space and lots of his artwork is displayed. So in that way he’s very active, but he’s very proud of the fact that he’s the one Lounge member who Jennifer has never seen naked and never will. This was the first time we’d ever seen him at an event where actual sex was a distinct possibility. There were several shameless hussies who tried to tease and torment him, but he seemed to take it all in stride.

 

A bondage master doesn’t untie the ropes and Uncle M didn’t have an assistant with him that night so women had to seek out volunteers to undo them. I still owed a friend a favour from last weeks Sultry and was supposed to do her untying, but unfortunately when she was ready to get untied (her hands were going numb) ♀ & I were in the back getting *busy*.

 

♀ sorta kinda helped untie another woman…well she freed one of her boobs to expose more flesh for me to use the Wartenberg Wheel on. She really really liked the wheel.

 

We had sex twice and I was even able to come once. We hadn’t had sex in a couple of days and no one else was around us when I came so I don’t really think it was a break through, but it was nice. Both times we fucked, a different man joined us near the end to play with her breasts while I licked and fingered her to long and loud big O’s.

 

So we didn’t get to pop any cherries, BUT…and this is an important ‘but’…♀ did decide she was ready to get her ‘girl-cherry’ popped. The problem was by the time she decided, the woman she wanted to lose it to was *busy* so we got *busy* for the second time and after that we were all too drained to get *busy* again. Still, that’s definitely something to look forward to.

 

All and all it was a good time, but the best part of the night happened after we got home. Even though it was 2 am, we had a shower, lit some candles, put on some soft music and had a long passionate love-making session. The Lounge is lots of fun, but it’s just ‘play’. Making love with ♀ is what is real and special and ours alone. That’s something you can’t really explain to people. It’s something the new Lounge members need to learn for themselves.

 

Another thing that can’t be explained is this…

 

 

Jennifer, you totally rock!

 

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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