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.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: alcohol, Having Sex, porn, Sex Observations, Spouses
I return home from a trip and find the driveway empty. My obvious thought is that they all went out to eat without me. There’s a note on the door that says “Be Right Back” in my child’s handwriting.
Her car pulls up and she’s alone. Both kids have sleepovers and it’s just the two of us. This is a big surprise as she hasn’t planned anything for us since December of 2006.
She had brought me some dinner so she wouldn’t have to cook and we wouldn’t have to clean up after it. I asked what she had in mind for the evening and she said she wanted to watch a movie. With children we pretty much only watch G and PG rated movies any longer. She wanted to to be able to make love and maybe she would even be in the mood for some porn. Wow! You could have knocked me over with a feather at this news.
The problem was, and it just became more evident as the evening progressed. She had been drinking. She started slurring a bit and had no concentration. I don’t know how much she had already had. She poured us each a glass of wine. I had asked her to pick some R-Rated – non-child movies to watch and she immediately started looking for some porn. Good ol’ Cinemax (Skinamax) didn’t start up until 9pm and it was only 7pm. I reminded her of our old stash of 90’s porn and she reluctantly chose one that she did not remember. It was a dubbed European title that I did not even remember watching. We couldn’t get past five minutes of it. The dubbing was poor and the basic plot was just fucking. She likes things with a ’story’. She chose a different one and that was fine. She had refilled her glass of wine and had stripped down. She left her bra on – ‘because it was pretty’. We watched the first part of the movie while our hands roamed each other’s bodies and kissed each other while the other watched. She started rubbing my penis through my boxers. Soon enough she was backing herself up to me and let me penetrate her from behind while we were spooned together. I pulled myself from her extreme moistness and went down on her. I asked her to tell me what was happening on the TV while I licked her with fervor. The couple was screwing on the bed while a maid was watching and playing with herself. I asked her to give me details while I was licking her. She complied and wanted me in her. I denied that request and continued licking until she stopped narrating the movie and she concentrated on herself. Soon she had come and my chin and cheeks were wet with her happiness. I climbed on top and was soon ready to cum. She started licking my nipples and that was it – I was done.
I rolled off of her and we returned to watching the movie. It was an orgy scene now and I continued to play with her breasts. Her hand found my cock again and she started stroking it with vigor. Too much vigor. Friction burns hurt no matter what is used to help lube it up. It was still moist from our playing but I’ve been at this point before. She wants more and if I’m not up to the occasion she takes it out on my penis. This is the alcohol taking control of the situation. I should just walk away from it but we’re back on the ’scheduled sex’ schedule so I know it’s going to be another week. I pull far enough out of her reach and continue licking her nipples and trying to get her to come again with my fingers.
Again, after a certain point of alcohol – it won’t happen. I’ve been here too many times before. My penis is ready for round two and I roll her on top of me. At this point, my penis hurts from being rubbed too hard and the act is pretty much not so enjoyable any longer. I know that she won’t orgasm – even being on top and controlling where I am hitting her. I can tell it’s frustrating her and I try to talk her into pleasuring herself while I’m in her. She tries but again, I can tell it won’t be happening for her. I get to the point that I’m ready to cum again and ask if she wants me to cum inside her. She is so frustrated with me that she doesn’t answer. I cum and she sort of rolls off of me.
In about four minutes she’s snoring. While she’s laying there passed out I reflect on the whole thing. The sad reality is that if I want sex – I have to put up with the alcohol. As a sober person she rarely wants anything to do with me. Is that a problem with me to her? Does she feel she has to be drunk to have sex? I have lost about 30 pounds, maybe could loose another ten – but I hardly feel ugly enough to think she’s got to be drunk. Maybe it’s what she uses to lower her inhibitions? That’s kind of scary because then I worry about what happens if she’s been drinking and I’m not around? Pizza boy? Man at a bar? Neighbors? That’s not healthy for me to think about. While pondering these crazy questions I finish my wine. And hers. Hell, might as well finish the bottle. I did.
I watched a violent movie that I could never watch with the kids in the house. Domino. Stupid movie. But it has Keira Knightley and she’s easy on the eyes. She’s of that age that I don’t feel comfortable seeing her naked – kind of dirty.
She’s still out by the end of the movie. I try covering her up but she wakes up. She stumbles to our bed and is snoring within 30 seconds. At this point I decide that I’m going to clean up all evidence of our evening and see what she says in the morning. This is the alcohol thinking in ME. I want to see what she says. I put up all the videos, the hide-a-bed, wash the sheets – everything is put away and cleaned. In my feeble little mind I justify this action as I wonder if she will have any memories.
We’ll see in the morning. My dick hurts.
While on the topic of self pleasure – here’s my two cents’ worth on the matter. I used to subscribe to the thoughts that you will blow up – or meet some other dire end – if you do not ‘release’. That motivated most of my early masturbation. As I grow older – there are times that I just want to make sure everything still works.
There are those few times that I am just so ready to have sex and when I realize that it’s not going to happen – I take matters into my own hand.
I am a proud proponent of taking nude and pornographic photos of each other. I believe that the sole purpose of this is to have something to masturbate to later. Yes, you can just stroke your cock for no reason whatsoever. It’s not as much fun though. When you can look at pictures of you and your spouse fucking, sucking, dressed up, or otherwise having fun – it makes it more fun. I am not one who thinks that unmarried people should take pictures – nothing good will come from that. People break up and get mean. When you are married, it’s you and your spouse. Nothing wrong with that. If you divorce and the photos come back to haunt you – you can always just say that you were married. There’s no embarrassment in that. Okay, don’t take pictures wearing the other’s lingerie – nothing good could come from that.
Anyway, we have lots of pictures throughout the years. I really enjoy masturbating to those. It makes me remember the times and obviously from the pictures, we’re having fun. I do not feel any guilt towards masturbating to naked pictures of my wife.
I will occasionally peruse the photographic offerings of the world wide web. Although most of it makes me hard, I prefer to actually do the deed looking at pictures of my wife. It is rare that I’ll yank it to just a photo. I do sometimes feel like I’m ‘cheating’ if I crank one off to some random pictures. I really like reading erotic literature – but only the stuff that sounds more real. I’m not into the “My car broke down and the mechanic came and had to take off his overalls…”. The stuff that sounds realistic I like. It’s all probably made up.
Speaking of photos, here’s some things I like to take photos of. I really don’t like lingerie when you are making love. It’s not always soft. It’s usually really expensive. Those ‘outfits’ are rarely on long enough – maybe a few minutes and then I’m ripping them off. But, I like taking photos of the before shots. I really like the before and after shots. I also like random pictures during sex. The facial expressions are priceless. There’s some website of women’s facial expressions during orgasm that I think really sums up the reason I like them. Pure bliss.
If you want to do something fun during a dinner or some event. Take your camera (now camera phones) and take a picture of your erect penis in the bathroom. Then slip her the phone or camera and ask her to look through the pictures. It’s a great way to initiate something for later. I wish she would do the same to me, but as a guy, I really don’t need much initiation!
Photos are also a great equalizer to make yourself see your own body – and sometimes it’s faults. Seeing my naked blubberly ass from December’s photos really made me get more fit this year. I lost about 30 pounds, and started riding my bike. I still have some to go – but nothing like what I was last December!
As for videos. I’m not a fan of movies unless we’re watching them together. A guy really doesn’t need any extra stimulation. Just a simple kiss, a rub, a view of a naked breast – and I’m pretty much ready for action. Movies are kind of nice in between sessions. My latency period seems to be around 40 minutes, a movie can cut that to about 20 minutes but it has to be just right. I think that a good porn movie doesn’t have the 80’s synth background music and again – is a bit more ‘real’ rather than the staged stuff. Highlight reels. I think there’s money in that! Just show the ‘money shots’ – like 30 minutes of those. That is guy porn.
Anyway, that’s my view on porn. I don’t see how or why people pay for it – whether it be a magazine or online – there’s just so much free stuff out there. If you go online, just disable all your cookies, disable java, and clear your cache afterwards! I am amazed at people who spend hard earned money for pay sites. It doesn’t make sense.
I’ll tell you about my views on strip clubs later…
