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The Christmas Party - 20/12/19
Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.
But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time.
Afterwards she says she is really glad we’d attended. (She’d not been particularly keen to attend.) She seems really happy. She says ‘Your friend Steve is a really nice guy isn’t he?’
I just smile and wait for her to continue.
‘I’ve never really had a conversation with him before.’
‘Have you not?’
‘He’s always been kind of cool and distant. He never said very much to me… But tonight he really came out of himself. He was really chatty. Really friendly, and bubbly. He was telling me about his house that he’s renovating… His trip to Indonesia last winter...’
‘This is the first winter he’s spent here at home in 20 years I think.’
‘Maybe he’ll settle down now? With this big house on the lake that he’s busy renovating. It sounds amazing!’
I don’t respond and she falls silent for a little while. Then she says; ‘I’ve never seen him with a girl. Has he ever had a girlfriend?’
‘Yes, quite a few, but they never last. They can’t compete with climbing. And he’s never stayed in one place longer than a season.’
‘Maybe he’ll find someone now.’
‘Maybe...’ I smile again. ‘...but he’ll have a job to find someone who can keep up with him.’
Date Night - 24/01/20
I started trying to do fortnightly date nights about a year ago. I put the k**s with relatives for the night. Sarah and I do something special. Tonight she just wants to go to the Cinema. I check out what movies are showing. There is nothing that I like the look of. There is nothing that I think Sarah will like. I show her the film schedule. She points out a gangster movie. (She’s not into gangster movies.)
‘Let’s watch that one. Look! Steve the mob boss!’
I’m a bit stunned. I was really excited after the Christmas party when it sounded like Steve had chatted her up for half the night but it had gone to the back of my mind. Now she’s literally telling me that he looks like a movie star. I try to hide my surprise.
I laugh gently. ‘Yes he does look like Steve.’
She says nothing in response. I take her to see the gangster movie. We go for a drink first. We have a nice evening but she’s relatively quiet. There’s no more mention of Steve. We return home and quietly get ready for bed. I’m in before her. She picks up a crotch-less basque that I bought her and asks ‘Am I wearing this?’
‘If you want to.’
She puts it on and she climbs on top of me. (She’s generally on top when we make love. She’s become very dominant. She was asking me to ‘be a real man’, about a year ago, but she’s given up on that lately. I generally mess things up for her if I am dominant.) We kiss and fondle. She says ‘I want a real man tonight.’ She rolls onto her back. I lay beside her and kiss her, sliding my hand down to her crotch. I try to kiss her differently, confidently but hesitantly, as if I’ve never kissed her before. She kisses me back passionately. When I can get her tongue out of my mouth I kiss her chest and then lick her tit through the basque. I’ve got two fingers inside her now. She’s soaking wet. Her cunt juice runs down my wrist and the cheeks of her ass onto the bed sheets. She says ‘God I want your cock!’
I kneel and pull her right leg around so that I am between her legs. I start to fuck her slowly, missionary, with my arms extended. My head away up from her. Trying to make it different. Not my usual style. I push my cock into her slow, hard, and deep. I let her grind on it, just for moments, when it’s balls deep, before withdrawing. Each time leaving her wanting more. She gropes my chest. She breathes ‘Ohh your cock feels so good!’ I vary the rhythm, depth, and speed. Eventually she pulls my head down to her shoulder and whispers ‘Fuck me hard. Fuck me really hard.’
I say ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you hard since the moment I set eyes on you.’
I fuck her as hard and fast as I can. She comes for what seems like ages. It’s definitely her longest, hardest, orgasm yet. Afterwards it takes me a while to cum. She helps by digging her nails into my upper back and scratching deep.
Sarah wore her anklet to the party. I told her that I love it when she wears it. She doesn’t know what it means. She’s aware of a connotation to swinging but she dismisses it. My heart was racing, back in the summer, when she asked me to buy it for her. I had half an erection taking it to the till. I’d already spent a year trying to slowly coax her into becoming a hotwife. Our sex life had improved, we were more loved up than ever. She was dressing sluttier. But aside from that I’d come to think this was just a game in my head. A game that wasn’t going anywhere. So to me the anklet felt like a really big thing. To her probably meant nothing. When winter came she stopped wearing it.
But it came back out for the Christmas party. Especially for me (she said). I told her that I love it when she wears it. She came to the party wearing it. All my friends were there. We had a great time.
Afterwards she says she is really glad we’d attended. (She’d not been particularly keen to attend.) She seems really happy. She says ‘Your friend Steve is a really nice guy isn’t he?’
I just smile and wait for her to continue.
‘I’ve never really had a conversation with him before.’
‘Have you not?’
‘He’s always been kind of cool and distant. He never said very much to me… But tonight he really came out of himself. He was really chatty. Really friendly, and bubbly. He was telling me about his house that he’s renovating… His trip to Indonesia last winter...’
‘This is the first winter he’s spent here at home in 20 years I think.’
‘Maybe he’ll settle down now? With this big house on the lake that he’s busy renovating. It sounds amazing!’
I don’t respond and she falls silent for a little while. Then she says; ‘I’ve never seen him with a girl. Has he ever had a girlfriend?’
‘Yes, quite a few, but they never last. They can’t compete with climbing. And he’s never stayed in one place longer than a season.’
‘Maybe he’ll find someone now.’
‘Maybe...’ I smile again. ‘...but he’ll have a job to find someone who can keep up with him.’
Date Night - 24/01/20
I started trying to do fortnightly date nights about a year ago. I put the k**s with relatives for the night. Sarah and I do something special. Tonight she just wants to go to the Cinema. I check out what movies are showing. There is nothing that I like the look of. There is nothing that I think Sarah will like. I show her the film schedule. She points out a gangster movie. (She’s not into gangster movies.)
‘Let’s watch that one. Look! Steve the mob boss!’
I’m a bit stunned. I was really excited after the Christmas party when it sounded like Steve had chatted her up for half the night but it had gone to the back of my mind. Now she’s literally telling me that he looks like a movie star. I try to hide my surprise.
I laugh gently. ‘Yes he does look like Steve.’
She says nothing in response. I take her to see the gangster movie. We go for a drink first. We have a nice evening but she’s relatively quiet. There’s no more mention of Steve. We return home and quietly get ready for bed. I’m in before her. She picks up a crotch-less basque that I bought her and asks ‘Am I wearing this?’
‘If you want to.’
She puts it on and she climbs on top of me. (She’s generally on top when we make love. She’s become very dominant. She was asking me to ‘be a real man’, about a year ago, but she’s given up on that lately. I generally mess things up for her if I am dominant.) We kiss and fondle. She says ‘I want a real man tonight.’ She rolls onto her back. I lay beside her and kiss her, sliding my hand down to her crotch. I try to kiss her differently, confidently but hesitantly, as if I’ve never kissed her before. She kisses me back passionately. When I can get her tongue out of my mouth I kiss her chest and then lick her tit through the basque. I’ve got two fingers inside her now. She’s soaking wet. Her cunt juice runs down my wrist and the cheeks of her ass onto the bed sheets. She says ‘God I want your cock!’
I kneel and pull her right leg around so that I am between her legs. I start to fuck her slowly, missionary, with my arms extended. My head away up from her. Trying to make it different. Not my usual style. I push my cock into her slow, hard, and deep. I let her grind on it, just for moments, when it’s balls deep, before withdrawing. Each time leaving her wanting more. She gropes my chest. She breathes ‘Ohh your cock feels so good!’ I vary the rhythm, depth, and speed. Eventually she pulls my head down to her shoulder and whispers ‘Fuck me hard. Fuck me really hard.’
I say ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you hard since the moment I set eyes on you.’
I fuck her as hard and fast as I can. She comes for what seems like ages. It’s definitely her longest, hardest, orgasm yet. Afterwards it takes me a while to cum. She helps by digging her nails into my upper back and scratching deep.
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