My husband’s Father’s Day.

He woke up to a beautiful blond with cards and a gift (our daughter).

Followed by breakfast.

And coffee.

Then, when the kids went to bed - we showered together. Peace. But no funny business.

I asked him if he wanted my hair straight or in curls. He said curls.

So, I got gussied up for him. As if today were an important date. Shaven legs, fully done hair, make up, his favorite shirt that perfectly frames my breasts, and the pants that make my ass “grabbable” (his words).  Notable, as, I have no ass.

He had his favorite mixed drinks, some red wine, and a tapas style (homemade) dinner. He was flowing with the compliments. He deserves all that he was given.

He also helped me all day. On “his” day he has done the dishes, helped clean, round up the children, and even changed a poopie diaper. All on a day that he could have passed the buck. He did all those things, without complaint.

Which is why, later tonight - he will have me. All to himself. Whatever he wants. It is his on this Father’s Day.

Oh, and girlydigs - I just knew you would appreciate this. My husband just learned how to play Pat McGuire’s song “You’re So Beautiful” on his guitar. I haven’t been impressed by his guitar playing since we first got together. But today, that song, well, it made the difference!

Happy Father’s Day to all!

Head colds are not sexy.

Why? 

Well, I’m really not that interested in sex.  Which makes R not so interested in sex. 

I can’t, very functionally anyway, give head.

I suppose we could titty fuck, but we sort of save that for times of the month that I am incapacitated. 

So, instead I sit here sexless. 

We did take a shower together today, and R was practically begging for it.  The problem was that one of our kids was awake and in the next room, and all I needed was a little hand to reach through the shower to see what we were doing.  Talk about not sexy. 

We did touch and hug, which of course got R hard.  Then he got un-hard, until I decided he needed “cleaning.”  Soap makes one of the BEST lubricants for hand jobs.  I didn’t finish him or anything.  I like to make him lay and wait, because then he RAVAGES me.  I love it when he acts like he can’t get enough of me.  Even if I’m “not” in the mood, a firm hand and direct approach often GET me there. 

I did tell R that maybe tonight, once the children were asleep and accounted for. 

Think he’s counting the minutes?

Think he’ll read this and do his part? 

I like a good fuck.

But I also love a warm hug and soft kisses on the neck.  When he cups my cheek and kisses me with no tongue.  When he strokes my back and arms, pulling me in as close as he can. 

It feels so good when he climbs on top, but stays close the whole time.  When he goes deep but stays soft. 

I love a tender moment.  Like when he stops mid thrust because I just said “I love you.” Or when he wipes the hair out of my face so he can see me.  Or he smiles warmly because he likes being THERE with me.  When he wraps his arms around me in a protective and loving manner I feel safe and warm.

When he climaxes, I like him to moan instead of grunt.  I like him to hug me before he’s out of me.  I like him to kiss me on the cheek and whisper “I love you.”  I like him to whisper “that’s right, baby, go ahead and come for me…” as he fingers me.  I like him to pull me in close when we’re done. 

Yes, I like a good fuck.  But some days, nothing can compare to love. 

Getting busy…

Well, my husband that is. 

Honey:  what is that….3 posts in a day?  I guess that’s what I get when you’re home all day and I have to get to work.  Exactly how much of the day did you spend in an erection?

Shortly after we were married, my husband and I took a road trip to see my ailing grandparents.  He had not yet met them, and I knew that they were dying soon.  If I remember correctly, I spent some time up there first, and he flew out to meet me later.  They lived in a very rural area - and already had some house guests.  So, we were put up in a cabin 1/4 mile away from their home. 

In that first year of marriage, R and I were fighting.  A lot.  That whole first year of living together was sort of tough for two strong willed, independent, individuals.  We bickered all the time.  We’d also just spent a week or so apart.  The result was a very tense, horny, newlywed (me.)  I think R was just horny.   

I will never forget, after sex, looking at R and saying “I’m gonna need you to be a trooper tonight.”  What that meant was “I know you’re tired, you’ve had some beer, and you just got off an airplane…but I SERIOUSLY need to be fucked.”  He did what any man would do - gave himself some down time and then took care of me, body and soul.  

This happened again, just last night. 

A few innuendos were dropped, and sex was inevitable.  Once the kids were in bed, we started to make out on the couch.  Making out turned to sex quickly.  Sex turned to orgasm (for R) in about 15 seconds. 

Literally. 

R isn’t one for quick orgasms, so I knew that this was just a result of build up and my not having fucked him within the last few days or so.  But holy shit.  15 seconds?  That never happened, even when we were long distance and first got together.  We’d go months without touching and he still managed to last a few minutes. 

Anyhow, even though we brought in a dildo.  Even though R fingered me to an orgasm.  I wasn’t satisfied.  I wanted sex.  Hard sex.  Rough sex.  With a REAL penis.  Not some silicone. 

So, after we got to bed, I rolled over and made a second innuendo.  This time, I had a very long session of deep dicking ahead of me. He’d just cum, so he had plenty of stamina and time to really fuck the hell out of me.  Now, I had just had my own good orgasm, so it took me a little work to get there myself.  In the mean time, the sex felt GREAT. 

He should get an award for being such a dedicated trooper. 

Surprise!

I’m back! 

It’s been a crazy time in our household.  Nothing terrible, just taking some time to spend together as a family, iron out some work projects, and make some plans for our future.  The sex has been happening - oh rest assured.  I just haven’t had the time to HAVE sex AND write about it.  So, I opted for lots of sex, no writing. 

Call me selfish!

However, my work responsibilities are waning a bit, and things seem to be going well with R, so I suppose I’ll have a tidbit here and there. 

We recently went to the Sex in the City movie.  I fucking LOVE that series.  I think it’s because all of the characters embody a woman at a given point in time.  Sometimes I’m sweet and traditional like Charlotte.  Others I find myself saucy and steamy like Samantha.  I would not be as successful as I am in my career if I didn’t have the drive and determination of Miranda.  And then, well, there’s Carrie.  Sweet, sometimes flighty and confused, trusting and open.  Yes, I have been every one of these characters at some point in my young life. 

The other desireable part of the show is the MEN.  Who DOESN’T want a piece of Big, even for just a moment?  Weathly and with stature, manly and powerful.  Yum.  I’d do Big on the bottom of that closet.  He doesn’t even need to buy me shoes. 

So, I told R - months ago - that I was going to SITC.  I asked him if he wanted to go with me, or if I was to find some friends.  He said that he was going to go, so we made an evening of it.  Afterwards, I celebrated the girls - drinking froo-froo martinis at a local steakhouse.  On the way home, I asked R if he wanted to “play a game.”  He said he had been thinking the same thing.  So, we sent the babysitter home and got started! 

The “game” in question is called Kama Sutra - and it is one of the best things to happen to R’s and my sex life.  Before the other night, we’d played it once before and had the best sex of our entire relationship.  Tied right up there with the hotel sex over a major American city.  After basically making out and teasing each other for about 45 minutes - I was about as wet as I could get.  The card had told us to sit, nose to nose, but not doing anything.  I breathlessly told R that I didn’t want to wait anymore.  He asked me if I wanted to finish the game.  I asked him if he wanted to finish the game.  He said, “what do you think?”  Then he pushed me on the bed and fucked me hard.  I came on the bottom, he came shortly after, and we finished the game after that.  Round two (after we finished that first game) wasn’t nearly as satisfying.

Well, after the movie, we didn’t even try to do the whole game.  Just enough to get us really aching for the other.  There were a few discssion questions that got us in the mood.  I had to tell an erotic story, start to finish.  R, being an avid football fan, enjoyed my story of a couple having sex in a suite - all the while being aired on the stadium big screen.  There were massages, lots of kisses - ranging from the soft to the hard.  R must have gone through about 4 erections, complete with pre cum.  Finally, about half way through the game - we began to kiss - and I felt that breathless “I need you NOW” feeling again.  He tied me up and had his way with me.  I sucked him off, short of orgasm.  He went down on me, brought me to orgasm, and then he fucked me.  I ran my hands over his sexy shoulders…and thought to myself…

“He may not have the money, or the power, but he certainly has the PASSION of Big…”

After he came, I curled into the “nook” (another SITC reference, for you fans) and fell fast asleep with my very own “Mr. Big.” 

The look

It was after church, napping children were napping….awake children were awake.  R and I crossed paths, he grabbed me and kissed me.  We broke, and then he looked at me.  It may not have felt any different for him, but it was a different sort of look.  Or maybe it was just that I connected with this look differently.  It’s not as if he doesn’t normally want me, he tells me that he wants me all the time.  It was just that in his look, I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as his eyes said “I want you.” 

We kissed again, and I heard a kidlet behind me.  “Sweetheart?”  I asked.  “Would you like to watch a movie?”  R popped one in, we set the alarm, locked up the house, made sure the distraction would work, and then hurried off to the bedroom.  I locked the door, for added security. 

When in the room, R stripped immediately, and started stripping me too.  He laid down on the bed, on his back, and I took that to mean I was to ride him.  This was something we hadn’t done in a while, and I’m guessing he figured it was the best way to get me off quickly.  It turned out, it was the best way to get HIM off quickly - as he came much sooner than he normally does.  Especially notable, as he almost always lasts on the bottom and finishes on top.  He also had one of those “eyes rolling back” in his head orgasms, and pinched the hell out of my nipples.  He had been looking at my boobs all morning, as they looked particularly voluptuous in the shirt that I was wearing.  I’m guessing the fantasy seed was well sewn.  I sped up my ”rocking” as he got close, his rubbing on my tits became more intense, and I enjoyed watching him cum.   

When he was done, I laid down next to him as he stimulated me.  It took me a while today, probably because I had no “work up.”  As I finally started to climax, I grabbed the mattress edge behind me (we were laying the wrong way in our bed), arched my back, and moaned.  We hugged for several minutes afterwards, giggled over our “secret tryst.”  Then we thought it best to check on the rest of the “home.” 

We found everything to be exactly as we left it.  No one had noticed our quick departure. 

So, we grabbed some coffee and sat down to read the newspaper.  What else was there to do? 

Who needs medication? I have a hot husband.

Yesterday, I was having one of those “why bother getting out of bed…” days.  In fact, it was so bad that I opted to avoid work all together.  R was home too. 

I was feeling depressed and anxious - I needed some affection from my husband.  We dropped the kids off, got ourselves home, and found ourselves in bed quickly.  It didn’t take long before he was on top of me - and he slipped the new cock ring on without my knowledge.  While he was holding himself up above me, I noticed his strong, muscular shoulders - something I noticed early in our relationship.  I’ve always found those so incredibly sexy.  Strong and capable.  When we have sex, I love to run my fingers along the lines and ripples. 

When he finally moved inside, I reveled in his hardness.  That cock ring is GREAT - I swear it makes him bigger.  Unfortunately, probably because of the stress of the morning, I wasn’t able to finish before him.  He broke out another toy:  a vibrating dong, lifelike.  Now, I purchased the 6″ dong because I didn’t want to get anything bigger than R.  A virgin when we met, I am anatomically “broken in” for him.  I don’t want to get used to some 9″ unrealistic dong that will make me less satisfied with my real, live, husband.  Unfortunately, this “realistic” dong just doesn’t measure up to R.  The length is comparable, but the girth is NOT. 

R fucked me with the dong, manually stimulating my clit with his fingers.  I liked it when he was directing the tip of the vibrating dong to my G spot, all while stimulating my clit with his fingers.  It took me a while to cum, but once I did I was relaxed and serene.  The rest of the day went much better.  There is no better drug than my husband. 

Stress is bad for sex.

R and I have a lot going on, and now the stress has gotten to him because he is cranky.  It’s not fair - but I sort of “expect” him to be the stable one in the relationship.   I mean, I know I should be able to handle some down times for him.  And I have.  There have been times where he has been emotionally unwell, and I have shouldered as much burden as I can.  It’s just that I am barely equipped to manage my own chemically imbalanced ups and downs.  Diagnosed with a mild mental illness makes me less able to manage stress.  If R is the one going through his own stresses - those of which do not not effect me directly - then I can (sort of) handle that.  When the stresses effect us both (like, say, finances) - then I get too freaked out to manage both him and I. 

So, here we sit.  R is upset and I don’t know how to deal with him.  I keep trying to look for the light at the end of the tunnel, he dooms and glooms.  I finally snapped, and got upset with him, that ended in me having a little bit of an anxiety attack because I was just feeling too upset.  Then he left, and I felt better. 

So, I’m going to let him be pissy in the next room while I think about sex last night.  We have this new penis ring that made R so ridiculously hard it was unbearable.  I also think it made him a little bigger, as things felt a bit better than usual.  R isn’t a small man - but he’s not porn star huge either.  Anyhow, we started in missionary, he teased me a lot.  Then he put his hand down south to finger and fuck me at the same time.  He made me cum so hard I screamed out his name, and when I was done I asked “do you want to get me from behind?”  A breathless, “yes..” came out, followed by a withdrawal and flip.  He came hard, and in about 10 seconds. 

We will be using the cock ring again. 

Search party.

A regular reader  and referrer of mine had this very fun idea for a blog, of which I think she got her idea from others.  Whatever the case, it inspired me to go ahead and look at the blog searches that have helped people find me.  Some are predictable, others are funny, and some make you really wonder. 

Submissive couple: How is a couple submissive?  Perhaps a polymorious couple?  I suppose the searcher was looking for a couple practicing a submissive and dominant relationship, but the search is odd. 

fingered me:  This is the primary method that R uses to get me off.  He knows just how to manage me and get me to come.  The thing with R is that he has an increadibly fast “flick” that totally hightens the excitement. 

submissive man:  While I am not sure we are dominant/submissive people, I am fairly certain that R is not submissive.  And, while I subscribe to the “whatever” floats your boat mentality - I’m not so much into the submissive man trick. 

spanking my husband:  I really enjoy spanking R.  Not in a sexual way, nor a dominant.  The smacking sound is really just fun.  It’s not punishment, it’s playful.  Plus, I have the porn star smack down to a science. 

funny innuendo:  Hope they got what they were looking for!  Maybe a little more even! 

soft and sweet: I really hope they weren’t looking for babies, or cheesecake.  If they were looking for sex, I’m not so sure they found that either.  R and I prefer it dark and dirty. 

sex: This has to be one horny indivdidual.  They can’t even manage a good search - they go straight to the hit-all. 

dominant-submissive relationships: What I found interesting here is the search at all.  It was never something I had even thought about until I started this blog.  What an education this has been for me. 

How to handle a relationship with a married man:  All I can say is that it better not be my married man.  Else the only thing that you will need to handle is me. 

He fucked the shit out of me:  Makes me all wet just thinking about it. 

Being fed his cock:  Alrighty then. 

Proverbial chicken egg:  This particular post was fairly vanilla.  However, I’m sure the searcher was not looking for a discussion on the merits of a dominant/submissive relationship. 

marriedkitty.wordpress.com: Yay!  A loyal reader!

alone, or horny, or dildo, or single:  A couple of times I’ve walked into the local grocery store, and purchased a mish-mash of stuff.  Like some massage lotion, a bottle of wine, some strawberries, and a package of condoms.  Totally one of those…”and what are YOU doing tonight?”  This post made me thing of the same thing.  Like someone searched for alone and horny…then they thought they would grab a dildo…and oh yeah they should probably be single too. 

Oral sex: Not my most favorite thing to do, but it’s one of R’s most favorite things. 

legs+knee high boots: I am totally unsure of how this got here.  While I have been known to sport a pair of two, I am not exactly feeling like I am in boot-sporting shape right now.  Give me a little bit on the eliptical and I will get there.  I’ve got these AWESOME ones with laces up the back.  Just have to get the legs back too. 

married:  I really wonder what people were thinking they were going to get with this.  I mean, lots of people are married.  Being married is a common thing to mention in a blog or a website. 

“sucked him off” blog: Either someone looking for instruction, or someone looking for a good read.  Hope they got it! 

morning sex:  The morning IS a fine time if you can escape from your young children watching the Disney Channel in the next room.  And we have :O

I sucked him:  It appears many porn searchers are fans of the oral activities. 

high end submissive: As oppose to a low end submissive.  Don’t even get me started about how wrong that is and on how many levels. 

I can see clearly, now.

The night before last, after I typed out my last post, R and I had a long talk.  It didn’t feel good to talk.  It felt like one of those times where we might as well be 1,000 miles apart.  It felt like a talk, where had we been “only dating,” we may have seriously considered ending it. 

R really doesn’t “get” the taken-in-hand relationship bit.  In R’s many prior conquests - he has been the dominant.  In fact, his prior conquests often gave him a fair amount of undeserved latitude.  When he speaks of the times that he cheated on them, he doesn’t even sound remorseful.  In the two most serious of relationships, one he cheated on before they were officially monogamous, the other because he knew he was going to end it soon and another opportunity became available. 

With me, however, he had no latitude.  He felt challenged, and for the first time, equal.  In his mind - these are the traits that he fell in love with.  So, to change our relationship where he is again dominant frightens him.  When we first talked about it, he told me that he has the type of personality to take advantage of a situation.  His family has pointed out similar things - telling me that he needed a woman who could “handle” and “keep up” with him.  His brother commented that I could “hold my own” were R is concerned.  So, while R has very dominant tendencies, I don’t think he’s a truly dominant man in every way.  I suppose with age and maturity, it may come - but right now he’s not someone who could handle being a “head of household” in its entirety. 

Then there’s me.  While I love the idea of not having to worry about things and being taken care of, the degredation component doesn’t work for me.  Nor do I think that it would work for R, for the reasons I already mentioned above.  But mostly, it’s something that Mr.  C wrote on Constance’s blog recently made me really start to wonder if I had what it “took” to be sub: 

“As we talked by instant messenger it became quite clear to me that she had another, to a dominant man, attractive quality: vulnerability.”

Vulnerability is not my middle name.  In fact, I think the word capable (a veritable antonym) would be a much more likely possibility for a middle name.  Save a few times in my life where things really went to hell (like a cancer scare) - I have never been vulnerable.  I think if I started, R wouldn’t know what to do with me.  I mean, he’d know to help me - but it would really freak him out. 

Which, really - says it all right there.  I am not a natural submissive and R is not naturally dominant.  We have dominant and submissive tendencies, and I think our relationship needs to shift a little more in that direction, but I do not believe that a taken-in-hand relationship is in the cards for us.  This will be a great relief to R (hi babe!) who was really heartbroken about him not being able to provide what I felt like I needed. 

In this whole process, R and I have discovered a shift in our behavior that we like.  R is more dominant, and I am more submissive, than we had been.  R is being a bit nicer to me, taking care of me more and tending to my needs.  I am trying to watch my tongue and speak to him in a way that lifts instead of degrades.  I am generally looking to him for direction in how things should be handled, and he is thinking about my needs and alleviating some of the stresses in my life.  We also need to do something about our fighting.  Our arguments get out of control and very angry - and that is not something I want our children around. 

So, I think R and I have come to the decision that we are not taking the road less travelled - but we have learned some valuable lessons to take back with us in our relationship.

Saturday night, after our very long talk, we went to bed angry and frustrated.  At some point, I think we just gave up and started kissing.  That kissing turned feverish quite suddenly, and the rush of endorphins came quickly after that.  R was on top of me within minutes, and inside of me a few minutes later.  His thrusts felt so good, as did his arms around me.  I grabbed his chest hair and pecks, and he leaned down to kiss me.  Then the thrusts slowed down, and R sat up, leaving his member inside.  He pulled out a little bit, and then began to finger me.  As my clit started to swell, he pushed a little deeper, intensifying the feelings I was having below.  As my breathing increased, R pushed into me as deep as he could, fingering me intensely all the while.  I had a wonderful orgasm that left me with just enough energy to wrap my legs around R’s waist and let him get to it.  Within a few minutes, he was having one of the more intense orgasms I ever remember him having. 

It felt good to reconnect.