Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Dreams, Friends, frustration, multiple partners, porn, sex with friends, threesome, touching
After what has been yet another ‘dry spell’, I had the craziest of dreams last night.
Best Friend has been going through a hell I don’t wish upon anyone. She has some big, life-changing decisions to make and she hasn’t been communicating lately. I worry a bit, but this is how she deals with things.
She had mentioned something about her getting in trouble for sending a text to an old boyfriend. I know his name and I’ve seen a picture of him. He is recently divorced and I think that most guys that get divorced go through their old ‘black book’ and see what everyone’s doing. Maybe it’s a transition or maybe it’s just that it’s easier to go back to somewhere you’ve been rather than starting over. Whatever.
Best Friend and I have been trying to plan a day where we can just hang out together and hold each other. It really has not ever been sexual other than neither of us gets that touchy-closeness from our respective spouses. Times have never matched up for us to successfully pull it off, maybe for the better.
Anyway. In this dream we plan an early evening of watching a movie at some place. In the dream it sort of was like a nice hotel. It wasn’t my house or any place that I had recognized. I was there, she came over. She went to change into some sweats/pajamas and I was already in the same. We had some DVD movies to watch and had put something in. We had settled on a big couch – although it was deeper than normal.
We cuddled up together, she was behind me and I was in front. She was commenting on how good this felt and we both were saying how much our spouses miss out on this. The next thing I know, this friend of hers is on the other side of her, spooning her from that side. Strangely, it was if it were all planned. Neither of us seemed surprised by his addition. He started rubbing her through her pajamas; her hips, her back, and around to her chest. He was kissing the back of her neck. Watching the movie was pretty much difficult as the two of them were really getting into each other.
I moved a bit out of the way and they were stripping down. I was amazed at how pretty she looked and shared a combination happiness feeling for her that she was getting what she has wanted and an aroused feeling of watching what was going to be happening in front of me. They were taking turns orally – she sucking on him and his licking her. The sounds that they were making were putting me over the edge.
He had turned her around so that he was mounting her from behind and she was facing towards me. My erection was quite noticeable and Best Friend reached over and started rubbing my penis through my pants. It was awkward, but seemed right for some reason. Her friend stopped and she flipped over on her back, her legs were off the side of the couch and he stepped in between her legs and started again. She was lying there – very happy – and I moved over and started kissing her breasts. She was startled at first, but soon started really getting into the whole thing.
The thing that I remember most was the sheer look of joy on her face. It was like she had been waiting forever to be the center of attention – a bizarre, content, happy look. Her friend stopped thrusting and went down on her. The combination of his mouth on her pussy and my mouth on her nipples and breasts resulted in her screaming – a lot! Her happy expression was something that I had not seen on her in many, many years.
There was a knock on the door that interrupted everything – they ran off to the bedroom and I opened the door. It was a manager-type person asking if everything was okay. I assured them it was probably the TV and shut the door after they looked around me. I went into the bedroom.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his arms – her face was busy in his lap. She was enjoying his cock and I was still a bit uneasy about the whole situation. She moved up into the bed and he laid down behind her. She asked me to come closer and I faced her. The next hour or so was a blur of both she and I kissing, fondling, touching, tweaking, – her in the middle of us. I never saw him – she always faced me. Again, the look on her face was priceless.
I don’t remember that I ever penetrated her. We touched, kissed, played with each other’s hair. But I don’t remember it going any further for us.
She had come a few times in the front room and several more times in the bed. When her friend could do no more, he collected his clothes and kissed her good-bye. He and I never said a word to the other during the whole thing.
After he left, she and I took a bath together and rinsed off in the shower. We got back into our pajamas and went back to the sofa.
We assumed the original position and started the movie again – almost as if it was all planned that way.
I woke up with the hardest erection I have had in the longest time. I had this strange feeling like I had done something I shouldn’t have. Great. Guilt from my dreams…
I had my first dream involving Best Friend in February – post here. I don’t know if this is a healthy thing or not a good thing. This dream had a bit more involvement but still no fucking involving the two of us.
That was easy. Nothing else. Lots of empty promises.
I really can’t complain – after two weeks I should just be happy that SOMETHING happened 
I think we are back to the ’scheduled’ sex – only on weekends. I wish I had more to say in this decision…
I came back to town knowing that my wife would be at the tail-end of her cycle. Sometimes that makes her horny as well. We had been fighting over the phone a bit and I suggested that we go out to dinner together. It really was not an excuse to get naked and I really hadn’t thought of the dinner as anything more than that.
When I asked you about it, you thought it was a good idea and didn’t care where we went to eat. BUT – you made a point of telling me that your cycle had just started that morning and it was a heavy one. I found that a bit odd – since you told me on Sunday that your cycle was the excuse why we weren’t having sex then. I foolhardily mentioned this and you got pissed! Your excuse was something about ’spotting first’ and then the cycle – like if I don’t have a clue about YOUR cycle. Hell, I schedule vacations around it so that we can have non-bloody, booting banging!
I decide on a place for dinner that you agreed to. We start driving and you pretty much tell me that you want to go somewhere else – a place that you HAD mentioned to me. Yes, you mentioned the food genre but did not go as far as naming a place as I had asked. I changed course and went to that restaurant for you – which you got mad at me for changing the plans. I can’t win.
Three glasses of wine later and you are Chatty Cathy and telling people the same story twice or even three times. Welcome back to my hell. We get home and you magically have to go to bed – without me.
So, I catch you in a MAJOR LIE, take you to dinner, and I am the bad person? I wasn’t asking for sex or even anything sexual but yet you make me feel like the bad guy.
I scoured the internet for masturbation videos to see if it was something that I had maybe seen – nope.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Video
I’m out of town, I feel lonely. I watched TV and and no matter what I turned to – it was sexual. I went to bed very frustrated with the whole situation.
Sometime during the night I have a dream where an anonymous woman emailed me a video cam of her masturbating. It was from a generic, free email and was directed to my email – not the spam type with tons of names in the to: field.
The video never showed a face. She was white – almost pasty white – no tan lines whatsoever. Thin, relatively flat belly, nice chest, wonderful legs. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and it it draped on her shoulders – just barely in the shot. I’m going to guess she was around 30 from her body shape. She was sitting in an upholstered chair, maybe leather.
The video started with her topless with white jockey-style panties on. While seated, she started rubbing herself from outside her panties. Wetness ocurred and the panties came off. She was shaved. Her fingers started rubbing – occasionally dipping far enough inside to get more wet. The video had sound and just the sound of of her fingers rubbing her was exciting. Her other hand was caressing her nipples alternatively.
The mysterious woman stopped and turned to reach just out of the frame. She had a tattoo on her lower back. It looked like some kind of geometric design. She had reached for a small vibrator – judging by the newly added sound. It fit within her hand and was almost not noticeable except for the sound and every now and then I could tell that it was black or a very dark color. She began rubbing herself again with the new toy – again it would disappear within her every now and then and the sound would be muffled ever so slightly. The moistness was evident and she would stretch her tummy towards the camera. One hand was playing with herself, the other was propping her body up from behind. The mixture of the buzzing, a stacatto breathing pattern, and the arched body let me know she was close. Her body became frozen – her hand holding the vibrator in place as she cried out.
Her body relaxed back into the chair, the buzzing stopped and she dropped the toy from her hand. Her fingers explored the wetness – exposing herself to the camera some more. Her wet fingers were used to circle her erect nipples and they glowed in the light of the camera.
She got up from the chair and turned around to pick up a shirt and put it on with her back to the camera. The tattoo was no longer geometric – it was now flowery. That was strange. She put on the shirt and the video ended.
The person looked nothing like my wife and not really like anyone else.
I woke up and had an obvious hard-on. I was in another city and I didn’t have to wash the sheets myself. I started stroking my penis and in no time at all was exploding all over the sheets. I’m glad that the cleaning people wear gloves nowadays.
As I laid back down to go to sleep, I pondered the video a bit more. My wife doesn’t tell me that she plays with herself like she used to. Best Friend sometimes reverts to it for her own self pleasure.
Her body looked similar to what I remember BF’s body looking like. BF has a tattoo now, but I don’t remember what it looks like. I had a dream a while back – also while out of town – that freaked her out because I described her pajamas without ever seeing them. I wonder if BF uses a toy or not? I really want to ask her next time…
I get back in town and think that I feel little, hints of affection from the wife. She seems a bit in-tune with me as well. She starts drinking – I think it’s her first glass. I even have a glass because – dammit – I want one.
She went to bed early last night and I put the kids to bed and closed up the house. I crawled into bed and she was asleep. I need to stop paying attention to her breathing as apparently it means nothing.
I slid in next to her and started carressing her leg. She stirred a bit and kind of rolled over onto her back from her side. I moved in closer and started carressing the small of her back. She started stirring a bit more and then stuck her hand in my face and tried to push me away. I HAD just woken her up so a little bit of ’startle’ could be expected. She kept pushing me away. I asked her if she wanted to have sex with her husband. She would not answer, just kept putting her hand in my face. I had had a glass of wine and was a bit pissy at this point. I asked her again to say “yes” or “no” and kept getting the hand. I got pissed at her lack of a verbal answer and rolled back to my side of the bed.
I don’t understand why she’s being like this. Is it all that bad to engage in a sexual act with me? Do I suck that much? It kind of plays on your psyche.
When I got up this morning, I noticed that the wine bottle was empty. I had one glass, that means that she had three? I really am not liking the way this is going.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: frustration, masturbation, Self Pleasure, Spouses
Last night I couldn’t sleep. Something woke me up and I couldn’t get back to sleep. Sadly, I tend to fall asleep after sex at nighttime – especially when I’m a bit under the weather. It was to the point that I tried all I could to wake up my wife. She wasn’t having it. At this point I couldn’t think of anything but sex and my penis was very erect.
I went into the office, turned on the computer and pulled up some Halloween pictures that we had taken a couple years ago. She was dressed a Marilyn Monroe from the “Seven Year Itch” and the photos from that are pretty impressive. There’s a set of photos that pretty much do it for my – a set of me going down on her, a great action shot of my licking her, a beautiful one of her after a good licking – very moist and dripping, and a wonderful, full body, after sex shot. Needless to say, my release was quick. Fell right to sleep.
In the morining I was still feeling quite horny, I rolled over and found that she had already left the bed. A bit later I talked her into joining me in the shower. After explaining the night before while attempting to kiss the water from her nipples, she informed me that she has a ‘bladder infection’ and nothing was going to happen. At this point, my penis is very erect, I have a beautiful, naked lady in front of me and she’s not playing – literally. We both take care of the what you are supposed to do in the shower. I ask her to ‘help’ me by washing a particular part – wasn’t going to happen.
This is going to be a very frustrating day.
