It’s been quite the week. We found out ♀ has happy boobs last Friday. Also on Friday, they did the inspection on the townhouse. Junior’s cat shit on the floor and we had to lower the price $750 towards having the carpet removed. We’re pretty sure they intended on removing them all along and this was their way of getting us to pay half. God love old Europeans…he managed to get the price down to $250 above what they originally offered. Oh well, considering this is the 4^th attempt at selling it, we shouldn’t complain.

I was sure we’d found the apartment we were going to put an offer on, but our real estate agent ‘D’ wanted us to look at one more before we decided for certain. So Saturday the plan was we’d look at this last one, then go to the other one and make the offer. As soon as we walked into the one D thought we should see, we knew this was the one for us. I guess that’s why good real estate agents get paid the big bucks. We put the offer in Saturday and Sunday we heard they’d accepted it as is. Sunday was ♀ last shift so we packed up the car and Monday after I got up we met D, signed some more papers and were almost ready to get out of Dodge. Actually before we left we stopped and put a deposit down on a couch and love seat…to go with our new bedroom suite, pots and pans and and and.

Really, I don’t mind. It’s kinda cool buying our very first place together and buying new stuff for it. I’ve been acting like it’s all about her, but I’m excited as well. I guess part of that attitude is wanting to be submissive; making her the supreme authority, but she needs to feel my excitement…she wants it to be our decision…that’s fair.

After all that was done, we headed out. The local border crossings had a 2 hour wait, so we drove out to the Huntingdon/Sumas crossing. I have to say GPS is freakin’ awesome! Punched in Seattle after we crossed the line and off we went.  I was surprised at all the boarded up businesses. Times is tough in northern Washington. We stopped at a mall in Burlington and looked at some lingerie. We didn’t find anything different then we’d find at home and the prices weren’t any better either. ♀ wanted me to get a pretty girdle…preferably an open-bottomed, but no such luck. I think we’ll end up having to get them on-line.

She was worried about me being ‘off’. I don’t know why I bother trying to deny it. I haven’t been sleeping very well lately and there’s been a lot going on and a mall probably wasn’t our best choice. I wasn’t miserable, but I guess I wasn’t a cheerful as I could have been. We left the mall and went to ‘Lovers’. That’s the love shop we bought my maids outfit and ‘Feeldoe’ at a few months ago.  We looked at some restraints, but nothing really jumped out at us. We’ll be able to attach…things to our new bed so we’ve been talking about that lately. Most of the things we looked at were going to cost over $100 to secure both hands and both feet and we wanted to be sure that what we buy is going to get used. There was a ‘Strap-on’ DVD that looked like fun, but ♀ didn’t seem in the mood so I didn’t push it. However, we found a leather flogger on sale. She made me hold my hands out so she could try it on me. Ouch! Yippee for me!

We stopped at Applebee’s for an early dinner. It was OK, just not very inspiring.  After Burlington, we headed to Seattle. I know there are tons of cool things to do there, but we hadn’t researched it at all before we left so we just drove around for a while. We went past the Space Needle then drove down to the pier. It really reminded us of the Westminster Quay. It’s too bad neither of us were hungry because it looked like we could have had some excellent sea food. We stopped for a coffee then decided to push on to Aberdeen. A friend had given us some travel books for Washington and Oregon so we called a couple of places, found a room, entered it into the GPS (have I mentioned how much I like that?) and off we went. I’m glad we drove that part in the dark as the traffic wasn’t bad and I don’t think there was much to see. We arrived about 9:30 at the Olympic Motel. It was very plain, but clean and it comes with a continental breaky. It’s supposed to have wireless internet as well, but that doesn’t seem to work very well.  We walked over to the Mazatlan for a late dinner and a cold Mexican beer. The food was tasty and they had women’s Olympic beach volley ball on TV…Brazil vs. USA (I love watching that) so it was all good.

After dinner, we found some soft  porn on HBO and had lovin’ for the first time on our holidays. No, I guess that’s not true. We fucked the night before, but ♀ didn’t have a big O. The rule is if one of us orgasms it counts as sex. OK, it was the first time we’d had sex in America. Hmmm, no that’s wrong too. We fucked in Alaska. Well, it was definitely the first time we’d ever had sex in Aberdeen, Washington. It never ceases to amaze me how much we still turn each other on. Seriously, I can’t get enough of her.  She licked and sucked my cock, balls and ass. Then she rubbed my cock  between her tits. I could have come just from that, but she told me to wait. She mounted me and told me I needed to keep my hands behind my head. I wasn’t allowed to touch her. She spread my legs apart and told me I had to keep them down and apart, but there was just no way. With a huge effort I managed to keep my hands back, but I couldn’t stop from wrapping my legs around her as she fucked me. I could feel her pussy juices and the last of her period running down my balls and onto my ass. Fuck she turns me on. (I hope she’ll use the Feeldoe in the same position sometime this week) Once I was done, we switched position and I fingered her and whispered nasty things into her ear until she had a HUGE big O. She said it was the best she’s had so far… this trip. LOL.

Let’s see…what else needs to be in a travelogue? I had a headache the night before we left, but other then being a little cranky for awhile, I was fine for our first day. ♀ almost done her period, but she’s still been a bit crampy. I hope she has a big shit before we leave. I don’t think a healthy woman should be able to make smells like that.  She said she started feeling horny when we crossed the line at about 2pm and we didn’t have sex until almost 11pm. We need to make sure she doesn’t have to wait that long tomorrow.

The weather today was cool and damp; perfect for driving. We’re only about an hour away from the Astoria bridge leading into Oregon and the start of our trip down the coast so I’m hoping it’s warmer tomorrow cuz you know sex on the beach would be kinda sweet.

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I only have one night off this week and I had planned on getting some writing done after I finished my housework, but I got distracted <listening to poetry>, <looking at post cards>, <reading blogs…and blogs…and more blogs>.  I found <some sexy lingerie>, < some funny porn> and this…

Cheers,

sss

I got home from work exceptionally early Saturday morning; 3:30 to be exact. Junior came hurtling down the stairs wild-eyed in his tighty-wighties, “Fuck, you scared the hell out of me,” he said in a slightly slurred voice. “I thought you were K.”

K, you see, is one of Juniors girlyfriends, but she’s special because she has a key to our house. The reason Junior was so alarmed is right at that moment B was passed out in his bed. The entertainment value of seeing him get busted might have been enough for me to make an anonymous phone call, but I had other things on my mind.

♀ was getting up at 4:30 to get ready for work and I was hoping for some lovin’. Before I left work my boss had warned me of the dangers of getting home several hours early. He thought she might whack me over the head with one of her toys  or she might be in bed with her young lover. I was really hoping her young lover was female, cuz that would be hot.

♀ was in bed alone, but already still awake. The children, despite being told several times to shut-the-fuck-up, had been noisy. In fact the reason Junior was still awake was he`d been cleaning up the bathroom. B, being much to delicate to puke in the toilet had hurled in the sink and there had been considerable splatter. He`d done quite a good cleaning job, but when he asked me how to clean his mom`s hair brush *gag* I told him to buy her a new one.

Once that bit of nastiness was done, ♀ went tinkle and crawled back into bed with me and since we only had about 30 minutes before she had to get up…we got busy. It’s a funny thing; she doesn’t like me kissing her when she has morning breath. Some of you might be saying *well duh*, but considering all the other places she does like (or at least let) me put my mouth, being shy about morning breath seems…well…odd because a short time later I was licking her needs to be shaved soon pussy and was thrilled to discover that she hadn’t wiped after going pee. Urine, hers that is, is something we disagree about. I think that if I’m available, toilet paper should never touch her pussy. She does not agree so golden showers are one thing, but her pee coming into contact with my mouth is a rare treat.

It wasn’t long before her pubes were tickling my balls, her fingers were twisting my nipples and she was whispering filthy words into my ear. This might surprise you, but she is way better at trash talk then I am…she really has a gift and it didn’t take long for me to have the first big O of the day. I offered to give her one, but she didn’t want one right then. Having a partner who is happy just giving me an orgasm was a difficult concept for me to grasp. I had always believed that if I had one, so should my partner and if she didn’t I was doing something wrong. Getting pleasure just from giving me pleasure was a completely foreign concept to me. I am so freakin’ lucky.

I brushed and braided her hair while she checked her E-mail, I made her breakfast and packed her lunch while she drank her coffee, I warmed her car up and scraped her windows while she read the paper then I sent her off to work. She thinks she’s the lucky one.

After she’d left, I took two beers and left over pizza (cold, of course) upstairs to the office to check my Email and read blogs. Well, actually I was surfing porn, but I wasn’t masturbating. In fact I was finishing the second beer and trying to decide if I should have a third or call her at work to ask for permission to jerk-off when I heard the front door open. I thought for sure it was K and with Junior and B both sound asleep…yeah I know I’m a jerk, but admit it, you can see the entertainment value too.

Even better,  it was ♀ returning home to me. The schedule at work had been changed and they forgot to call her. She was a little miffed, but on the way home decided that she wanted the big O she’d missed out on earlier. Straight to bed we went and the first thing she told me to do was to lick *his* cum out of her cunt.

“That’s it Baby, lick me clean. Do you like the taste of his seed? If you can make me come in your mouth, I might let you have sloppy seconds, you dirty little cunt-licker.”

I did and she did,  but if was past my bedtime and I’d had two beers and even though I was really horny I didn’t think I was going to be able to come again. So she turned on the TV and VCR. There was a Michael Ninn tape in the player. It was half way through the tape so I don’t know the name. Not that it matters, they’re all pretty sexy. ♀ got on all fours so we could both watch and the porn along with some verbal encouragement from ♀ I was able to come. Of course by then, she was ready to go again so she rolled over and I fingered her and played with her nipples while she watched the tape and she was able to have a second big O. She let me lick her clean, not to get either of us going again, but just because I love the taste of our orgasms mixed together.

I fell asleep spooning her. My cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass, one hand holding her breast, as much of my skin touching her skin as possible. We didn’t have Mini this weekend and Junior had taken B home so the house was quiet and I slept very soundly and quite late. It was almost 3pm when I woke up, went pee and wandered downstairs. Holmes on Homes was on the big screen, ♀ was on the couch and her nightie was bunched up around her waist.

“Oh gawd,” she groaned. “I need your fucking fingers in me, right now!”

Talk about good timing, in less then a minute she came all over my hand. I licked my fingers. Tasty.

She looked at me with a big happy grin, “Good morning, lover. Want to go for a walk?”

It was cool, but not raining when we left so we walked to the mall (about 45 minutes). We bought a new belt for me and a new hair brush for her. She teased me about what else she could use them for. We got our passport photos taken. She graduates and turns 40 next July. I’m thinking we should do something special. Maybe a cruise…any suggestions? We picked up some groceries and walked home in the dark and the drizzle.

She made Asian Chicken Salad for dinner, I cleaned up, then we had a shower and I shaved our pits and legs. I’ve always shaved her pussy, but doing her other parts is something I’ve only just started to do. Getting the angles right in the shower is kinda difficult. I don’t know if that’ll stay as one of my jobs.

I was going to shave her pussy, but I’d forgotten to buy the special cream we use…regular shaving cream  gives her a nasty rash so she had some other things for me to do. First I trimmed her hair. I’d never done that before and took off more then I’d wanted to, trying to get it straight. I brushed and braided her hair,  I filed and massaged her piggies, painted her finger and toe nails…a very nice purple. Then she rolled over on her tummy and told me she wanted a back massage. I could have used this, but since I had the lotion out anyway I used my hands.

It didn’t start out as a sexual massage, but…remember how I told you she can get pleasure from giving me pleasure? I get pleasure from pampering her. I don’t massage her nearly as often as I should and we both really enjoy it when I do. I was kneeling in between her outstretched legs and as I slid my hands up her back to massage her shoulders, my cock would brush her ass. After about twenty minutes of that my cock was very hard and I could smell her sex. Is there any smell better then the scent of an aroused woman?  She lifted her hips up, but I wanted to tease her. I continued to massage her lower back, hips and ass. I slid my cock between her ass cheeks, the underside of my shaft rubbing her rose bud. Then I’d change the angle so the top of my shaft was brushing her clit. Back and forth I went until she was moaning low.

“What hole do you want me in Lover?” I whispered in her ear.

She was pushing herself back hard at me trying to get me inside. “Oh fuck, I don’t care. Just fuck me now.”

I obliged and slid slowly into her waiting pussy. I love that view. Watching my cock slick with her juices sliding in and out of her cunt. My fingers were still covered in lotion so of course one then two of them just had to slip into her ass. I was powerless to stop them. That’s such a great position; not only can I see myself fuck her, but I can also feel my cock inside her with my fingers.

Not surprisingly, I came first. She rolled over and kept playing with her clitty. I still had lotion and stuff on my fingers so I pulled a big purple dildo out of the toy drawer and fucked her with that. The downside of using a toy is I couldn’t feel the contractions as her orgasm got close, but her nipples were rock hard between my fingers and the flush had moved way down her chest and her toes curled. Really, is there anything cooler then making your lovers toes curl?

After she was done, we shared the toy like a big purple lollipop and marvelled how an old married couple like us can still have seven orgasms in one day.

Cheers,

sss

ps: Happy New Year!!!     I think ‘08 is going to be a very good year.

When I was in my early teens, my mom’s little brother lived in our basement. He’s only ten years older then I am so he’s been more like a big brother then an uncle. He was living in our basement because he’d bought a duplex and had both halves rented out- I wouldn’t want you to think he was some kind of loser. He was the Best Man at our wedding and back in the early ’70’s he was an up and coming slum lord and he lived in our basement.

Well, to be more accurate he had one room. It was the only finished room down there. It had a low ceiling, one ground level window, red shag carpet, a water bed and a lava lamp. My dad & I put a staircase in a few years later, but when Uncle C lived with us you could only get to his room from an outside door. So really he lived upstairs with us, he just slept in the basement.

One weekend Uncle C was going to be out of town and a friend of mine & I were allowed to stay in his room overnight. We were probably about eleven years old and this was a very big deal. It was like being away from home with no supervision. If the grumpies did want to check on us they’d need to come in from the outside and we’d have lots of warning. We ate junk food and watched my uncles little black & white TV. We could only get two stations and they were both grainy, but it was an adventure.

At some point during the evening we discovered Uncle C’s not very well hidden stash of Playboy & Penthouse magazines. I had never seen magazines like that before and I can remember sitting on the waterbed looking at the pictures when all of a sudden I felt like I really needed to go pee. My friend- who had a slightly older brother- told me I didn’t really need to pee, it was the pictures that were doing it. He took off his pj bottoms to show me. So I took off mine to compare. He was uncut, and he showed me how the foreskin slides up and down. We were both hairless. We didn’t masturbate. I don’t even know if the subject came up- it was a long time ago. All I remember is looking at the pictures and comparing boners.

It didn’t take long to figure out the whole masturbation thing and after that I was always borrowing from Uncle C’s stash. I liked Penthouse because they were slightly raunchier then Playboy. I’d take one or two from the bottom of the stack so he wouldn’t miss them, and trade them for other ones every few days. I thought I was clever and he didn’t know, but the Christmas after he moved out, he gave me a year long subscription to Penthouse and when I opened it, he leaned over and said he thought I needed some new reading material.

Finding out that Uncle C knew about my porn secret was a huge shock. If he knew that secret was it possible my mother knew I was borrowing her lingerie for the same purpose? Not that I stopped of course. I just tried to be more careful.

Funny, a few days after getting the gift subscription I was looking for the magazine and couldn’t find it anywhere. Finally I asked my mom and she told me it was under my mattress because that’s where you’re supposed to keep them.

♀ & I both like porn, but the only time we buy magazines is when we’re going on a long drive. She doesn’t sit still very well and needs distractions. Also she doesn’t like reading in the car so we need lots of pictures. Hustler is her favourite for long drives.

So it’s been decades since I’ve bought a copy of Penthouse magazine, but when I heard that the beautiful and talented Chelsea Girl was going to be in the October edition I rushed right out and bought a copy and so should you. Now you might not think that an article like that would be at all useful to a sissy, but last night I bent ♀ over the edge of the bed, grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her head back so she could see herself in our squiggly mirrors and fucked her from behind. Hard.

Yeehaw! Thanks Chelsea Girl!

SSS

Everything I write sounds like crap lately. The official reason why I only manage to write 1 or 2 posts a week is I’m just to busy to do more, but the reality is even if I had more free time I probably wouldn’t get much more writing done. I procrastinate, I’m a two finger typist, the letters on the keyboard move around and I need to have a pretty good idea about where I’m going before I write. So the way it works is I have all week to mull over what I’m going to write about then on my night(s) off I sit down and out it comes. That’s the theory anyway.

I was going to write about the evolution of my cross-dressing, but by the third paragraph even I was bored. So now it’s on to plan ‘B’.   ♀ had surgery on her toe this past week and she’s off work for the next two weeks at least.  I had two nights off this weekend and she decided that she really wanted to go see her dad. So after I got up Saturday afternoon we headed out. It usually takes about 4 hours if the roads are good and it was pounding rain when we left, but we weren’t in a big hurry.

Because of her toe, ♀ needed to ride in the back with her foot up. We stopped when we were half way there for a stretch and some dinner and just as we were getting ready to leave again ♀ decided I needed to buy her a dirty magazine to read. We used to buy them quite regularly and read them together, but it’s probably been a couple of years since we’ve bought one. We pulled into a truck stop and ♀ said “I want you to get me a Hustler Magazine and if they don’t have any I want you to ask the attendant where you can buy one.” They had a small selection of smut and it really was a one horse town so it’s unlikely there was anywhere else, and even though there were a couple of truckers standing around and the attendant was an attractive young woman I did what I was told*. They didn’t have a Hustler, and the choices they did have were all shrink wrapped so I just guessed and got a Cheri Magazine.

*We’ve been exploring non-violent ways for ♀ to be dominate so when she comes up with an idea, I try my best to play along.

Her plan was to read the magazine out-loud to me from the back seat and masturbate knowing I would need to concentrate on driving, but no sooner did we get started when we hit thick fog and slush. The headlights reflecting on the fog made it tough to see, the interior light reflecting the other way would have made it impossible. So instead she did helpful things like tell me not to drive off the road or hit the sanding truck and made random gasping noises and “hey, I think I just saw a Sasquatch.” A little while later she said, “you know how T3’s kinda plug you up? Maybe taking a laxative before we left home wasn’t such a good idea. Do you think there’s anyplace to stop along here?” (We’re on a high mountain road in the middle of nowhere in the fog and slush)

Anyway, we made it to her dad’s in one piece and he had cold beer and leftover pizza so it was mostly good. About an hour after we arrived, her cell phone rang. It was our neighbour from home calling to complain about the noise. Junior had been told No Party. ♀ called home and he answered drunk and belligerent. He wasn’t having a party. It was just him and 6 or 8 friends sitting around drinking and listening to music. Harsh words were exchanged and he hung up on her…not good.  So I called him back; reminded him that hanging up on his mother wasn’t acceptable and it was time for the non-party to end. In his defense, the neighbour hadn’t called him first to ask that the music be turned down. She called ♀ 10 minutes after their 16 yr old daughter had returned home from our house.

My father-in-law and his wife live in a trailer park and the guestroom is their camper parked beside the trailer. A little cramped especially with a very sore toe, but we managed. The toe, T3’s, calls from home and the long drive pretty much killed any hope for lovin’ so I got ♀ all settled and came back in the house. I watched TV, wrote crap (as previously mentioned) and read much better blogs then my own. I’d forgotten about the time change this weekend so when I went to bed at 6, it was really 7.  I was still awake at 8…way past my bedtime. ♀ is such a sweetie; even though her toe was hurting and she wasn’t the least bit horny, she wanted to give me a big O so I could get to sleep…

“Did it embarrass you Baby to buy that dirty magazine? I saw you blush in front of that pretty little cashier. She thought you were a pervert didn’t she Baby? Those truckers thought you were going to jerk off right in the parking lot, didn’t they? You’d like it if they followed you out to the car, wouldn’t you? They wouldn’t be able to see me in the back seat. You’d open the girly magazine and slowly start looking at the nasty pictures. Then you’ld take your cock out and start stroking it. You like teasing the 3 big bears standing outside watching, don’t you. You move around so they can all see you. You’re looking at the pictures, but you like seeing they’re big bulges, don’t you. You’re such a cock tease. If you put on a real good show, maybe they’ll pull their cocks out and you can watch them stroking their big fat bear meat in time with you. Put your ass up against the window bitch so they can see what a dirty little whore you really are. Keep stroking your cock slut ’cause you know when you cum they’re going to shoot their loads all over the windows. You’ld like that, wouldn’t you Baby. Then everyone can see what kind of slut you really are…that’s it Baby, they’re really close now, they’re just dying to see you cum…”

We hadn’t had sex in a couple of days so when I came, I pumped lots and lots deep inside her while she stroked my back and kissed my neck. When I pulled out she told me to lick her clean and make sure I got it all because we were in somebody else’s bed. It had already started to drip towards her ass so my nose was inside her while I was licking. When I came up for air, she took one look and started laughing. I had nut butter across the bridge of my nose and over most of my face. She thought I looked like a little kid who had tried to lick the last bit of ice cream from the bottom of the bowl.

Last night when I took ♀ back to bed, she really wanted to have an orgasm. Her toe wasn’t hurting too bad and the T3 hadn’t made her really sleepy yet. She flipped through the pages of the magazine while I slowly finger fucked her and thumbed her clit. I whispered in her ear, getting her to imagine being a participant in the various pictorials; getting gang banged by 3 big black men, sucking an anonymous cock through a glory hole while a cute little red head fucks her with a strap-on, licking my come out of another woman’s cunt…

It took a while, but she was able to have an orgasm. It wasn’t very big, but at least it was something. We kissed and cuddled and I got her all situated on the narrow camper bed, carefully all covered up, water and T3’s within arms reach. I was just reaching for a pillow to keep her foot elevated when she rolled over and kicked the edge of a table.

Oh sheep shit she said sweetly.

Cheers,

sss