Wednesday, August 31, 2016

A hand job of sorts

We had sex last night! Yay! It's been 3 weeks since any sexual contact, and the last contact was this episode - which wasn't a happy time.

And by 'sex' I mean 'a hand job' and by 'hand job' I mean I started jacking off in bed because I couldn't stand it anymore and then she asked "what are you doing?" and I replied "I'm doing what you think I'm doing" and then she said "Oh" and leaned over and started playing with my balls and then she took over but then she went back to playing with my balls so I went back to jacking off.

This image does not match what happened
(because I'm worried I use too many pornographic images in my posts)

Then she started fingering my ass as well as my balls and I asked her if she liked that and she said yes, so I asked her of she wanted to peg me with a strap-on cock and she said no so I said "Phew, because I wouldn't like that" and she said "I wouldn't like that either" and I said "I just wondered, because some women fantasize about doing that and you seem to like fingering my asshole so..."

Then she switched positions and straddled me as if she was going to get into the reverse cowgirl position. Well, she did get into the reverse cowgirl position but she didn't drop down and mount me. Instead she continued to play with my ass and balls, fingering them both as I continued to jack my cock between her asscheeks. Using my other hand I reached forward and fingered her slit - it was soaking wet. She was hot alright and I wondered why she didn't squat down and mount me so I could fuck her from behind.

I mean, she was seriously wet.

So then I wondered if maybe she wanted me to do a little assplay on her - she had afterall positioned herself so that the tip of my cock was right on her starfish. Maybe she wanted me to stick it in there? I wet my thumb and placed it over her asshole and pressed down a little; applying pressure but not really pushing in. Then I wet a finger and slid that inside her slick wet pussy - now she had one in her cunt and one in her ass.

So I started fingering her holes as I jacked my cock really fast because I was ready to pop.

"I'm ready to pop" I told her, and she jumped up, swung around, and held her mouth over the head of my cock. She didn't go down on me, she just kept her mouth open, with her lips swirling around the tip of my cock as I fisted my dick. I wondered if she was going to blow me properly but she wasn't so I pumped a little harder and faster and seconds later I was pumping a gallon of hot jism into her warm wet mouth. It was only then that she clamped her lips around me, but only the cockhead, and allowed me to flood her mouth with my cum.

It felt good - not quite a warm wet pussy - but I was happy for the release.

I filled her mouth and wondered if she would swallow (there was a lot) but she didn't, instead choosing to make a mad dash to the bathroom so she could expel my sticky seed.

When she came back to bed I asked if there was anything I could do for her and she said no, she was fine. I figured she had gotten herself off while reading her dirty stories before I got to bed (she had been so so wet) so I left it at that. My wife said there was a lot of cum and I replied that was because it had been 3 weeks since we last had sex and then she said "Really? Oh... I would have thought you would have taken care of yourself then"

I told her I hadn't because it always seemed like sex was on the cards so I held off, thinking the real thing was just days away. But of course it wasn't. And then it again seemed like sex was on the cards so I held off again, but again it wasn't -- and so on. She pondered that a moment before giving a little shrug and saying "hmmm" as if she thought I was a dumb ass for not masturbating sooner; and then she rolled over and went to sleep.

Me being me I replayed the sex in my head and pondered the part where I fingered both her holes. She wasn't so wet after I did that so I suspect she didn't enjoy the assplay when it was done to her. In hindsight I don't think she wanted me go in that direction, so thank god I didn't try anal. Maybe she just wanted me to shoot my load over her ass crack but since she wasn't enjoying the assplay she took my warning that I was close to cumming as an opportunity to switch positions ie remove her ass and point it somewhere else!

If she had wanted me to fire my hot load into her ass crack (as I've done before, and she loves it) she should have said so - I'm not a @#$%ing mind reader!!

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

TMI Tuesday: August 30, 2016 ~ Sextilis

It’s the last TMI Tuesday for the month of August. Did you know August was originally named Sextilis (‘sixth’). In 8 B.C. Sextilis was renamed August in honor of Roman Emperor Augustus. BTW…August or Sextilis was the sixth month of the year in the ancient Roman 10-month calendar.

Now, for more about August:

1. In the Philippines today is National Heroes Day. Who is your hero? (You can name up to 3). Why?
~ I honestly don't have any 'heroes' per se but there are many people I admire greatly. Nelson Mandela was imprisoned for 27 years by the South African apartheid government. When he was released from prison in 1990 he continued the global campaign for the abolition of apartheid and in 1994 he became President of South Africa. A lesser man could have become very bitter and twisted but he chose the higher path. Muhammad Ali was another great man who endured a lot in order to remain steadfast and true to his principles - watch any documentary on him and you'll understand. 

2. August is Romance Awareness Month. What have you done to enhance romance in your life? Or what have you become aware of or discovered with regards to romance?
~ This is a tricky subject for me. I'm totally aware of it's importance but after 25 years together it's difficult to be romantic anymore. I know it shouldn't be, but it is. The problem perhaps is that I'm probably more romantic than my wife, but after all those years together she has kinda beaten it out of me. There are only so many times when you can plan or try something romantic and she shoots it down because she has an important engagement or networking opportunity. I can't even open doors for her because she says "I can do it myself" - and does, even as I'm trying to open a car door for her! 

3. In the month of August there is National Raspberry Creme Day, National Ice Cream Sandwich Day, and National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day. Which day are you most likely to celebrate and how would you celebrate?
~ Of those three I'd probably pick Chocolate Chip Cookie day since I love them; but if I had a free choice it would be National Cunnilingus Day since I love that so so much. If you google National Cunnilingus Day you get nothing, but you do get a whole bunch of posts for Cake & Cunnilingus Day. Apparently it was created to counter Steak & BJ Day?

On February 14, there's Valentine's Day for couples. On March 14, there's Steak & Blowjob Day for the guys. And for the girls, April 14 is ... Cake and Cunnilingus Day!!! This holiday is all about "lying back and gorging on chocolate mud cake while your lover sticks his/her eager tongue into your pussy!"

4. August 13 was International Left-hander’s Day. Who out there is a lefty? Anyone ambidextrous?
~ Not me, I'm a Righty! When I was an adolescent I tried to teach myself to be ambidextrous by using my left hand instead of my right, but it didn't last long. I also remember trying to jerk off with my left hand (so it would feel different - and it did!) but I eventually gave up because I could never 'complete' using my left.

5. In the U.K. today is a late summer Bank Holiday. What are you doing (or did you do) with your “free” time?
~ I had to google Bank Holiday. It seems a little confusing - is it like a 'mental health break'? If I was given a day off from work (and paid for it!) I would probably just mooch around at home being absolutely decadent during my time off. That would mean sleeping in late, watching porn, and jerking off. 

Bonus: Post a pic from your mobile phone that was taken in this month of August. Explain the photo…or not
~ Okay, I'm not gonna post anything personal, due to my paranoia that it might identify me or where I live. But since this is TMI Tuesday I will let you in on a little folly of mine: I screenshot Instagram photos, even though I have no meaningful use for them. My iPhoto folder is full of images that are pretty but pointless. This one is of Roxi D'Lite, who is a Canadian burlesque performer and exotic model. I don't know her from Adam, but happened upon her (somehow) because I also follow Dita Von Teese.

DOUBLE BONUS: You missed this! Who likes to be shackled during sex?

How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, August 29, 2016

Some second thoughts on Strip Clubs

As I mentioned in last week's post: although I used to work in a strip club last century I very rarely go to them, and when I do it is always as part of a Bachelor Party. Sitting there last weekend I realised I seemed to have gone to one or two each decade, and this gave me a good idea of how stripping had evolved since my time working in a club.

You see a lot more of this now, in strip clubs...
Obviously the amount of pubic hair on display has changed dramatically over the decades. Pussies went from trimmed to bald - and now trimmed is making a comeback again. Most strippers however still retain the 'bare' look since most men visiting a club are looking for something 'exotic' ie something they can't get at home. And even if your wife does shave, it still won't look exactly the same as it does on a 'strippers body'.

A 'strippers body' is the one you get from dancing 6+ hours a night every night every week every month for over a year.

The reality is that only a few of the strippers are that toned - the rest have 'curves' and some you might say are a little pudgy. Which is not to say the curvy and pudgy ones don't do well, since as the industry knows "men have varied tastes". Sure, the bulk will gravitate to the stereotypical 'hot' one, but other men are seeking a woman they can relate to, one they feel is 'approachable', or one they feel they 'could have a chance with'. So curvy and pudgy girls get paid too!

The truth is that you have no chance with any of them.

Unless you're prepared to pay extra of course, in which case you can sometimes get a handjob or oral as part of a 'VIP' lap dance. That's a real minefield however so I'll address it in another post.

Anyway, a couple of thoughts struck me last weekend as I sat watching my drunk friends fork over a lot of cash in order to gain the attention of semi-clad and naked women. Some of these thoughts might have been colored by the fact that I was sober; I may have felt differently if I was wearing beer googles like them:

  1. The women were attractive/ish, but not all that
  2. The club had one woman who was super hot - she was the club's bait
  3. Godd bless all the women - I couldn't dance naked for money
  4. The new girls were easy to spot, so young and keen to please
  5. The experienced girls were also easy to spot - they weren't giving it all away so quickly
  6. Some of the pole dancing is amazing, I couldn't do that, but some of it is rubbish
  7. Some of the tattoos are awful, clearly done piecemeal, a new one added at random intervals, some possibly done by friends not tattooists
  8. By the last song in their set the women were flashing everything (see image above)
  9. One of the strippers was pregnant, and starting to show - there's always one in every club!
  10. No toys at this club, but I have seen them used/inserted at others
  11. The women could spot a drunk guy with bills from a mile away and they would be over to him like a shot - to milk him of his money
  12. When the money in the room ran out the women would become even more desperate to get it - as the night wore on what was allowed (vis a vis touching) got a lot more relaxed.
  13. I was kinda disgusted with these guys, and thought they were all sad fucks for getting so easily excited simply by some bare naked tits and ass
  14. The guys were sad fucks, but so were the women for doing what they were doing - I could see that dead look in their eyes as they tried to cajole a few more bills from the drunk man seated before them who was now so out of it he wasn't even paying attention anymore.
  15. As I explained before... you really could tell a lot more women were doing anal now! (see image above)

I made my escape and shuffled off into the night, home to my wife, where we made passionate love as she staked her claim to her man she was asleep already. I shivered as I wondered how long it would be before I became like all the other lonely old married men who weren't having sex with wives anymore. Would I end up frequenting strip clubs and brothels, like some of the sad fucks I'd seen that night?

I hope not.


Sunday, August 28, 2016

This porno got me off (TPGMO) ~ #04 : 'Kathy Flashing'

The full title is actually 'Kathy Flashing and Sex at Brickyard' by Kathy Gray and you can find the complete story here on Kathy says her stories are real, but one can never tell with Literotica - personally I just treat them all as fantasy and simply enjoy them for what they are. Who cares if it really happened or not?

I haven't read anything on Literotica for quite some time, since I mostly used to read them when I was trying to see what my wife was reading. Now that she has changed her iPad password I can't see her browser history, so even though I know she's reading dirty stories (how else to explain all those hours spent on her iPad, at all hours of the day and night?) I don't know which stories she's reading. By tracking what she was reading I was better able to track her sexual mood, and 'deliver' on what she was wanting.

My wife's preferred genres are Taboo (code for Incest), NonConsent/Reluctance (code for coercion or rape), and Interracial (BBC, and usually taking the women by force). She also ventures into Fetish where she finds her 'milk' stories ie women with big lactating breasts, often forced into milking machines where they are pumped for their breast milk but experience immense sexual pleasure while doing so. Basically my wife gets off on big busty women (preferably blond) being forced by black men to perform sexually, often via depraved acts in which they have no control but by the end they love it and become willing sex slaves.

Genres my wife does not read are Anal, BDSM (which is a wholly separate genre to Fetish), Loving Wives, Lesbian Sex, or Toys & Masturbation. Can you guess which genres I like? Ha!

Occasionally some of the stories she reads include anal scenes, but that is just as part of the 'forced-against-her-will-to-do-nasty-things' storylines. Any incest stories that involve a mother and son are quickly abandoned, since she only reads the 'young-girl-defiled-by-father/uncle/grandpa' stories. Her other faves are young girl/housewife/working woman forced to have sex with teacher/boss/black man (or men). 

But enough about her, this post is about what got me off. I started reading a few Exhibitionist & Voyeur (watching, or being watched) stories and I popped on this one. Honestly, I could have popped on any of them since I haven't had sex for almost 3 weeks and I was ready to blow! Just as my wife has a preference for women being 'taken' and 'forced' or 'surrendering to their depraved lusts' I have a preference for women revelling in their sexual desires and getting off. I want the women to enjoy what they're doing, and be unabashed about it. So I gravitate to stories where it is the women getting off, and getting off a lot!

I'll let you armchair psychologists make of that what you will!!

this is just a small excerpt from a 4 page story

Friday, August 26, 2016

Fetish Friday - Shackled!

It's Fetish Friday, the day sex bloggers have it easy... we just go to our photo files and pull out an image! :P

who likes to be restrained during sex play?

Thursday, August 25, 2016

I went to a bachelor party in a strip club

I went to a Bachelor Party last weekend which ended up in a strip club, as you'd expect.

The party started with Lazer Tag at 4pm, followed by the first of many bars, then dinner, then more bar hopping, then 'The Gentleman's Club' at 10pm. I had to skip dinner so I could join my wife at a fancy restaurant in town since she'd accepted a dinner invitation that I had to attend - even though I'd put the Bachelor Party in our joint digital diary over a month ago.

I didn't mind too much really since the dinner really was great (some visiting Name Chef) and our hosts were paying for it so it would have been rude to decline. The only downside was that by the time I'd dropped my wife home and then returned to catch up with the guys at the Club I was completely sober and they were all ... not sober.

I ordered a drink, but decided not to try 'catching up' since I knew given how trashed the guys were we would be lucky to last another hour. I sat down and cast my critical eye over the strippers...

I used to work in a strip club last century so I pretty much know how it all works. I very rarely go to strip clubs, and when I do it is always as part of a Bachelor Party (with one exception). Sitting there I realised I seemed to have gone to one each decade, and this gave me a good idea of how stripping had evolved since my time working in a club.

So what's changed in stripping since I was first involved in the 'industry'?

Well, obviously the amount of pubic hair on display has changed dramatically over the decades - but the biggest change? The big thing I noticed on Saturday night was... you can really tell that a lot more women are doing anal now! I mean you can really really tell who's doing it and who isn't doing it now! So much so I actually LOL'ed, for reals.

That asshole has been fucked, amiright?

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

How to Get a Bisexual MMF Threesome on Craigslist?

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "After reading about my Craigslist-enabled bisexual MMF threesome experience, a reader sent me the following email. I can't believe that CL actually worked for those lucky guys. I've been under the impression that there aren't any real women on there. Any"

recovered post on Pervertically Virtuous

How to Get a Bisexual MMF Threesome on Craigslist?

by Pervertically Virtuous

After reading about my Craigslist-enabled bisexual MMF threesome experience, a reader sent me the following email:
"I can't believe that CL actually worked for those lucky guys. I've been under the impression that there aren't any real women on there. Any tips for an attractive adventurous bi guy like myself to get my foot in the door, so to speak?"
fucklicking MFM threesome

A s a woman who responds to Craigslist ads posted by bisexual guys, and a couple of times successfully so, here is some advice.
1. Advertise as two bisexual men for a threesome with a woman (in mm4w).
Having a buddy will give you much better chances of a woman responding than if you advertise as a single guy trying to find both a guy and a girl. That makes it easier for the girl - removes one extra step in the process. It also shows higher level of seriousness about the matter on your part, and perhaps prior experience.
Alternatively, you can advertise as a single guy for a couple with a bisexual man (in m4mw). That might be an easier way to find a woman, as a coupled woman might feel more comfortable - and more motivated - going into this with her partner, rather than alone.
2. Regularly check CL for posts by women (w4mm) or couples (mw4m) looking for bi men.
They are not as common as men looking for [insert any combination of m, w, and t], but they are there. Don't dismiss them as fake. Respond to them.
3. Be willing to share pictures. Nice pictures.
hot white man
I knew I wanted to fuck him the minute I saw this
Pics are critical. Doesn't have to show your face necessarily, although that really helps. If discretion is not paramount, it's always good to send a face photo or at least a partial face photo. But always include a photo of the rest of your body in your own CL post or in your first response to someone else's post. If you have a really nice torso, send a naked pic from the waste up. That provides a lot of information: how fit you are, the size of your frame, hairiness, skin color, etc. I have decided I wanted to fuck someone based solely on their gorgeous torso many a time.
If you don't have something to brag about, include a clothed photo. Wearing nice clothes. And no photos of you standing next to your car or yacht.
Do NOT send just cock shots. Some women don't want to see those at all, while other women do (I'm one of them), but I have yet to meet a woman who decided she wanted to fuck a guy based solely on a cock shot. Send a cock shot only when/if specifically asked to.
If you're advertising as two guys, include pictures of BOTH of you! Otherwise you may be wasting each other's time. Recently I saw a post by two bi guys seeking a woman that only included a picture of one of them (no face, in underwear). He was pretty attractive and I would've totally fucked them. I emailed them and went through two days of emails before I finally got a decent full body and face photo of the 2nd guy. He was not attractive, and I called it off. It was a waste of everyone's time.
4. Craft a nice post/response email.
Not too long, not too short. Briefly describe what kind of action and type of person you're looking for, and what you (and your buddy) look like. Five sentences maximum. Don't get too detailed, that comes later.
Please use correct spelling and grammar. Some women don't care about that, but many do (particularly the more educated ones). By crafting a proper post, you can get both types. Maximize your chances. It doesn't take much more time to put in just a bit more effort.
5. Have a hosting option.
If you can't host at your place or your friend's place, be ready to get a hotel room. Make it as easy as possible on the woman.
6. Understand the vulnerable position the woman is placing herself in.
Especially if you're looking for a single woman to meet up with you and your buddy. Think about it: She, a female, is going to meet two complete strangers, male, and have sex with them. That's a lot of risk to take. Much more risk than it is to you.
So try to be understanding and accommodating. Try to provide all the reassurance she might need: Face pics, voice verification, meeting in public first... Make it as easy on her as possible.
7. Don't be super picky.
You probably aren't a model and most of the women on CL aren't either. I mean, 70% of U.S. adults are overweight or obese, there is no reason why CL would be an exception. Every now and then you get lucky enough to meet someone really hot, but often you'll have to satisfy for less.
8. Be prepared for a lot of fakes and flakes.
It's Craigslist, many people are not who they say they are, and many people are not people you'd want to be associating with, sexually or otherwise. There are men posing as women, bots posing as people, ugly people posing as hot people; there are crazy, disrespectful, racist, sexist, homophobic, desperate, weird people; there are people who think they want something until it's time to go through with it. Just accept that as part of the CL game and don't take anything personally.
9. But give people the benefit of the doubt until they prove to be fakes.
Don't doubt every single woman who posts an ad or responds to yours just because there are many fakes. Some of the women are real and it's really annoying for the real women to have their veracity questioned in every single email by every single guy.
10. Be a cool person, open minded, and respectful offline and online.
Even when the other people turn out to be fake, crazy, disrespectful, and flake out on you.
Of course, none of this guarantees you success, but it will increase your chances of finding what you are looking for. Depending on the city where you live, the time of the year/month/week, and just pure luck, you may score the first time you post, you may have to post many times before you get lucky. Patience is a virtue. As is keeping your expectations low.
Good luck, and I'd love to hear your stories, successful or not.
Pervertically Virtuous | August 22, 2013 at 10:29 am | 

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

TMI Tuesday: August 23, 2016 ~ Relationships

It’s TMI Tuesday and I'm a bit paranoid all these questions have been directed at me exclusively! ;)

1. Do you want a divorce or to leave your present romantic relationship?
~ No to both, but I do think things need to change. I am not 100% happy and I can't help but think my wife will leave me once our daughter is older and has finished school. That may sound overly negative but I believe it in my gut. It's just the track my wife is on with her high rollin' friends. I am becoming (in her mind) the millstone around her neck. 

2. Do you think your relationship needs couples therapy?
~ Yes, we've done it twice before and things got better but... things eventually always 'go back to normal'. After what happened in this post I think we need couples therapy again - but I know my wife won't do it. She thinks it's a waste of time.

3. If your relationship needs fine-tuning, what would you do to tweak it?
~ I honestly believe I've done all I can, and it's really up to my wife to make some changes. Which she has to want to do first. I'm not sure she wants to since I think she's pretty happy with how things are for her. She pretty much gets to do as she pleases. As she jokes to everyone herself "I live in [MrsNero]Land. It's a pretty good place to be - everything revolves around me!"

4. Is your relationship over or are you just in a bad phase? How long has the bad phase lasted so far?
~ It's not over 'till it's over, but it's not great. The relationship is quite one sided at the moment: what she wants is what she wants, and if I don't like it then I have to fuck off and let her have her fun. 

5. What kind of relationship do you envision will make you happy?
~ I'd be happy with a relationship in which both people participate equally. I am left with the feeling that I am always mindful of what she wants but she in turn has no regard for what I want. What I want doesn't matter. If I'm lucky what I want coincides with what she wants, but if not then it aint happening. 
Sexually I'd also like a relationship in which both people participate equally. If I didn't initiate sex then we would never have sex, which I find bizarre given that she always seems to enjoy herself when we do. But lately (see this example) there's a 50/50 chance she doesn't want me to penetrate her, nor does she care if I get off or not (especially if she's got hers already).

6. Are you seeing someone new?
~ No. There is no 'someone new'. 

Bonus: What major regret do you have so far in your life? Is it too late to change it?
~ It has occurred to me many times in recent years that the gender roles in our relationship have swapped. I became the stay at home dad while she climbed the corporate ladder, before quitting to start her own very successful business. She stays out late all the time, drinking and 'networking' with clients, going away on business trips, etc etc. If you searched out '7 Signs He's Cheating' on any woman-centric magazine/website you'd see the bad corporate husband doing all the stuff my wife does. It really is that simple. 
Is it too late to change it? I think it is, since I have contemplated 'making a stand' but decided not to. Because I believe if I do there will be no upside, and we will separate/divorce (just like all her buddies in her Business Networking Group [BNG] are doing). And since I don't want to do that until my daughter is older, because I don't want her on the stripper pole, I'll stick it out until she's finished school. Just as I suspect my wife is doing. 
It all reads like a bad movie, doesn't it?

BONUS BONUS: two weeks ago heelsnstocking made this comment on this post
Great answers and I like the links you have provided. Man, you is getting some hot wife pussy (and ass) at the moment....perhaps you should change the title of this blog :-)

Keep up the good work... and the wife fucking ;-)
So, a couple of thoughts hit me when I read that:
1] Yes, I do need to change the name of this blog (so I have - do you like it? don't care either way?)
2] I've been complaining I'm not getting enough sex, but here's someone effectively telling me I am having some hot sex. Sure, the frequency may not be great but the sex (when I have it) is. Am I looking at the glass as half empty when it's actually half full?
3] The answer to #2 is: I dunno, probably. Maybe 'all' I need to do is suck it up and accept that at my age I'm probably having more sex than many others in my peer group - some of whom aren't getting any at all?
4] I'm still jealous of heelsnstocking and all the other TMI'ers/sex bloggers who all seem to be getting all that they want out of their respective sexual relationships because their partners are up for (almost) anything. Maybe I'm just suffering from 'the grass is always greener--' syndrome? 

TRIPLE BONUS: Here's a great story about Gandi's sex life. It's (possibly) not what you thought!


How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Happy TMI Tuesday!

Monday, August 22, 2016

Time for a change!

I decided it's time for a change - so this blog has a new name!

It's nothing fancy, but since I decided this blog needs to be more than just me whining about my sex life (not that I won't stop doing that!) I've changed it to... well, you've seen it already. It's right up there, at the top of this page.

Here's what the blog used to look like. Sadly I didn't keep a screen shot of my first Wordpress blog, which got terminated by Wordpress due to 'pornographic content'. That one was called 'Her Secret Library' (named after all the Kindleporn and erotica my wife was reading on Literotica).

look at all those words!

And since that pic is boring here's one slightly less so:

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Bree Olson, reformed Pornstar

In last Sunday's post I gave you a link to a clip on Pornhub featuring Bree Olson, and with it I also embedded a 2013 video Bree made herself in which she explained how the porn business worked and why she quit it. You should watch those first (here) and then also watch this one I'm posting today.

She made today's one in 2016 and she seems more negative towards the porn industry now. Well, maybe not so much the porn industry itself but society in general. She says porn is great but doesn't recommend it to young women because of society's double standard. Because she did porn she says she is treated like a pedophile and now can't work in the medical field or any job with children - which was what she wanted to do.

It sounds like she's had a rough time, and I agree that she's been treated unfairly in the [mainstream] workplace but unfortunately people are assholes and hypocrites - it's just how it is. We all watch porn and yet some of us (not me) act all puritanical in public and denounce the stuff we enjoy at home in secret.

I'm not going to get into it today, since there's no point arguing semantics with Bree. It's her life, she's lived it, and here (again) is her story, updated:

I do have to wonder if part of the negativity she's experienced is due to the notoriety she received from being (for a period) Charlie Sheen's "pornstar girlfriend" 

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Double Filled

This is not one of my old posts, but one by Pervertically Virtuous
In the process of recovering my own old posts via email I discovered some of hers. Like me, her old accounts have been terminated, and she seems to have disappeared from the internet. This is a damn shame since I consider her one of the best sex bloggers I've ever had the chance to read and follow. I'm reposting her old posts as a historical archive, and if she ever returns to blogging I'm happy to hand them back to her.
To be clear: the copyright on this work is hers, and remains with her - I didn't write it and I make no claim to it. 

(FYI: some links in this post are dead)

Pervertically Virtuous posted: "Ace and I met the Fireman several months ago at a house party. He wasn't much taller than me, but his blond hair, pretty boyish face, and what appeared to be a great body under his shirt caught my attention instantly. The Fireman was sort of seeing Maggie"

recovered post by Pervertically Virtuous

Double Filled

by Pervertically Virtuous
double filled anal oralAce and I met the Fireman several months ago at a house party. He wasn't much taller than me, but his blond hair, pretty boyish face, and what appeared to be a great body under his shirt caught my attention instantly. The Fireman was sort of seeing Maggie, a distant acquaintance who was so fascinated by Ace and I's open relationship, that she wouldn't stop asking questions. So we spent much of the evening chatting with them about non-monogamy, sex, and relationships. "You're the most interesting couple I've ever met," said the Fireman at one point. I hadn't heard that in a long time.
Out of regard for Maggie, I was trying all night to be as un-flirtatious as I possibly can with someone I find attractive, but just before they left, I couldn't help myself but ask:
"So, are all firefighters sexy and in great shape? I have this fantasy that they're all super hot," and, what I failed to say out loud 'that one day I'll get gangbanged by one such super hot firefighter squad'.
"Yeah, many of us are in pretty good shape. If you'd like, I can show you around the fire station tomorrow" said the Fireman winking at me.
I never went to check out the sexy firefighting squad, but I had a very distinct feeling that, if things with him and Maggie didn't work out, I was going to lure him into my web.
A few months and a few Facebook messages later, Maggie was only a friend, and the Fireman, Ace, and I had a date.
During our Facebook exchange, the Fireman made sure to let me know that while he was open-minded and looking forward to exploring various possibilities, he was a "flaming heterosexual" and therefore not interested in playing with Ace. I assured him that Ace was just as heterosexual, and that they were both there for my pleasure only.
We met at a cool bar and had a lovely few hours chatting about all sorts of things. He was quite pleasant to be around, intelligent, open minded, respectful, and genuinely interested in our lives. Ace and I were both surprised when he said he was 46 years old, we both thought he was about 10 years younger. Not very experienced in the world of group sex - had been married monogamously until recently - he sounded very eager to make up for lost time. And I was eager to introduce him to my world...
Funnily, his only group sex experience involved a very drunken MFM with a swinger couple during which the guy unexpectedly and unsolicitedly started making out with him. That put the earlier Facebook message in context. I assured him that wasn't going to happen this time.
Perched on the bar stool in between my two men for the night, I would lightly stroke their thighs, or touch their shoulders, or brush against them while getting up to go to the restroom. My mind often wandered to thoughts about the Fireman's cock. How big was it? How will it feel to have him inside me while Ace's cock was in my ass? (And to some more practical ones: Would it get hard and stay hard with another man in the room? With a condom on?)
We finally left the bar. We walked to the Fireman's car in my favorite way to walk into a threesome, with me in the middle and a man on each arm. We started making out as soon as we stepped into his living room. I did notice he had a gorgeous house, though, with lots of open space, decorated very tastefully - and sparingly, with glass, metal and white color dominating the space, and only a few well-placed minimalist pieces of art. It was the kind of place I could actually live in. My tastes in art and interior design are so specific, that I rarely find kindred souls. And he was one, solidifying his image as a really cool guy.
Standing in the middle of his living room, sandwiched between Ace behind me and the Fireman in front of me, each touching and rubbing the part of my body closest to him, I was starting to get aroused anticipating the rest of the evening. I love being worshiped by two sets of hands, male hands in particular. I slipped my hand underneath the Fireman's shirt. That's when I realized he did not have a 6-pack. He wasn't fat by any means, he was in really good shape, just no abs. I was a bit disappointed, but wasn't going to let that distract me. He was a very sexy man in every other way. I took his shirt off and unbuttoned his jeans. I didn't reach in though, not just yet.
Ace sat on the sofa behind him unbuttoning his own jeans, and I turned around and, still standing, bent over to swallow his semi-erect cock, exposing my ass to the The Fireman. He gently pulled my hips towards him and pushed his crotch into my ass. I could feel his cock through the silky fabric of my dress. He was getting hard...
We decided to move the party downstairs in the bedroom. We kicked the very excitedly playful dog outside (why does everyone in this town have to have pets?!), and started the action in earnest. My first move was to get down on my knees, grab a cock in each hand, and give each member a little bit of my most loving attention. Having two cocks in and around my mouth always makes me giddy, like I'm doing something that is so much fun it should be forbidden, yet I'm getting away with it. It's also a quick and easy way to get the guys 'acquainted' with each other. That is, unless they freak out from too much proximity. But I had a feeling the Fireman wouldn't, and I was right.
(I always wonder what men do while they're standing so close, facing each other, having their cocks sucked. Do they look at each other at all? Do they fist bump? Do they try to avoid eye contact at all cost and stare intently down at the action? I'm always too busy to pay attention).
I started slowly sucking Ace's delicious 7.5'' cock, while gently squeezing and stroking the Fireman's cock. His was about an inch shorter than Ace, but thicker. I was looking forward to tasting it, and when I did, I wasn't disappointed. It so perfectly filled my mouth. I switched back and forth between sucking and stroking the two stiff cocks at my disposal. At first, I kept them away from each other, not wanting to overwhelm the Fireman, but after a few minutes, I couldn't resist, I had to stuff both of them between my lips at the same time, if only for a moment... There was only a barely perceptible momentary flinch on the part of the Fireman, probably more from the surprise than serious discomfort, but he didn't pull away.
I pushed the Fireman onto the edge of the bed so I could pay him some more individual attention, leaving Ace to play with me from behind. Ace wasn't wasting any time. He squirted some lube onto his cock and slipped into my pussy. He started fucking me in a slowly, regular rhythm, allowing me to leisurely enjoy the other cock in my mouth, looping my tongue around his cock head, sucking him into me. And with each thrust of Ace cock deep inside my cunt, the entire length of the Fireman's shaft would penetrate my throat all the way down to my right hand wrapped around his balls. The Fireman was loving this so much he was on the verge of coming the entire time. I had to pause a few times.
"Don't you dare cum just yet!" I warned him. "I'm not even close to being done with you."
He listened. But I knew that if I wanted to feel that thick cock inside me, I was going to have to get it soon. He wasn't going to last too long, and I couldn't risk him not getting hard a second time.
I had the Fireman slide up on the bed, Ace passed us a condom, and as soon as the rubber was in place, I got on top of the Fireman, straddling him. I had only had a moment to savor the lovely girth filling up my moist pussy when I saw Ace hesitate for a moment: Should he have me suck his cock, or should he go straight for double penetration? He decided to go for the DP. It was a bit soon, and my ass hadn't been warmed up, but I had a feeling that the Fireman might not last very long, and it was late, and we wanted to get home at a reasonable hour, so I decided to go along with it.
Ace straddled the Fireman behind me, and positioned the tip of his cock at the opening of my tight ass. He put copious amounts of lube on both his cock and my asshole, slipping a finger in to get some of the lube inside, then another one to loosen me up a bit. When he pushed his cock against my anus, my sphincter protested a bit, but soon gave in. I gasped as he slowly slid his hardness into my hole. In a few long seconds, he had managed to enter my ass all the way in, and I was once again treated to the amazing feeling of fullness that only a double penetration can provide. Just the thought of having both of my holes stretched so well is an unprecedented adrenalin rush. I went wild. My first orgasm came on suddenly and unexpectedly and almost took me by surprise. I couldn't control it, the light pain mixed in with the pleasure was electrifying, it was almost demanding an orgasm. I came. Too soon.
"Do you want me to pull out?" asked Ace, knowing that often I can't take a cock inside me after I've cum.
"Just for a second, let me recover, but then put it back in." I said. "This was too short, I want more of both your cocks in me."
He went to wash up while I rode the Fireman. We kissed passionately, and he let his hands explore my body, squeezing my tits and grabbing my bucking hips. When Ace came back from the bathroom, I held my ass cheeks open for him and invited him back inside my asshole. Some more lube, and this time it went in more easily. The familiar sensation overcame me, but this time it was within my reign, and I could play with the arousal. I first rode both cocks for a bit, just rocking back and forth, feeling them fill my holes. I held onto the Fireman's well-defined pecs with one hand and gently rubbed my clit with the other. The two men didn't have to do anything, just provide their stiff rods for me to slide up and down on. Then, as my holes fully adjusted to being so nicely extended, Ace started thrusting more vigorously, pounding my ass, pulling on my hair with one hand and holding onto my hips with the other.
"Oh, yes, baby, fuck my ass hard," I encouraged him as I felt my second orgasm starting to build up. "That's it, fill my ass with your cock while another one is deep in my cunt."
It is fairly rare that my ass gets fucked long enough to get so relaxed to the point of being comfortable with a rough pumping. I always envy porn stars at being able to take a long, rough ass fucking, so I was ecstatic that my asshole was now happily opening up and taking in Ace's brutal intrusion into it.
At that moment, the Fireman sunk his teeth into one of my bobbing tits, triggering my second climax. This was came on more gradually, but so much more intensely, as I grunted and groaned, twisting and thrashing about in sexual delight and depravity. It seemed like a few minutes passed by the time my orgasm finally subsided and I let Ace pull out of my ass.
I felt the Fireman going a little soft after being crushed underneath me the whole time, so I thought it was time for a change. I got off of him, peeled his condom off, and with both of us now lying on our sides facing each other, I wrapped my lips around his semi-limp cock. As soon as it felt the warmth of mouth, it grew back to its full glory, and I started sucking him slow and deep. Ace positioned himself behind me and entered my dripping wet pussy. I enjoyed the spit roasting, but after having his hard cock in my ass, that just wasn't providing enough stimulation. I reached around with my hand, guided his cock out of my pussy, and placed it at the entrance to my ass.
Ace couldn't believe his luck. "You want me to fuck your ass again, baby? After it's been fucked twice already?"
"Yes, please." I almost begged. "I want it again."
He was all too happy to oblige. His cock found his way into my back orifice very easily and what began as slow, deep thrusts soon turned into hard, forceful strokes, forcing the Fireman's cock deep inside my throat. The blowjob morphed into an aggressive face fucking that moved in the same vigorous rhythm that my husband's cock was pounding my ass with. Gagging on a cock while being ass fucked is one of those things I dream about almost every time I get ass fucked, yet I rarely get to experience it. I could feel yet another orgasm building up with each thrust of the cock in my ass and each gagging on the cock in my mouth. I had nowhere to go but take those two cocks invading my holes. I slipped my right hand down to my clit and just pressed lightly on it. That was all the stimulation I need to start screaming into the cock buried in my throat. Ace felt my anal sphincters close in on his cock, spasming wildly, and he couldn't take it any more.
"I'm gonna come in your ass, baby," he moaned. "You want me to cum in your ass?"
My orgasm in full swing, I just kept grunting and trying to scream 'Oh my god' and 'Yes, come in my ass' with a mouth full of the Fireman's cock. The second I felt Ace's cock twitch inside me filling my ass with his warm cum, I felt the Fireman shoot his load down my throat. That took me by surprise, as he didn't really vocalize any warning, but I wasn't complaining. In fact, I was borderline delirious, realizing that all three of us were coming at the same time. The Fireman's cock was so deep inside my throat, that I had no choice but to simply be a receptacle for his warm seed spurting in my the back of my throat and straight into my gullet.
I couldn't believe what was happening. We just had a triple simultaneous orgasm that resulted in two of my holes getting filled with cum at the same time. That was a first. And it was one of the longest and most intense orgasms I've ever had. We were all left speechless for a while. What a way to pop your (sober) MFM cherry!
It was getting late and Ace and I soon left. We got into bed as quickly as we could, intent on falling asleep right away. Except that we were still both very horny. The mental image of those two cocks blowing their loads at the same time deep inside me was still so vivid, so palpable, I couldn't get it out of my head. And the fact that my ass had been fucked to three orgasms in less than an hour was making me feel like a true slut. An insatiable slut.
Spooning in bed with Ace, I could feel his semi-erect cock poking me between my ass cheeks. As I wiggled my ass ever so slightly, I could feel his member grow and harden. He must've been thinking the same thoughts.
"I'm still horny," I said.
"Yeah, me too," Ace agreed.
"Fuck me again," I returned and quickly took of my pajamas. I laid back in the same sideways position and waited for Ace to stick his cock inside me.
He tried putting it in my pussy.
"No, baby," I protested. "I want it in my ass again."
"Really?" Ace was pleasantly surprised. "Aren't you sore?"
"A little bit. But I just want it in my ass again. That way all I need to do is imagine another cock in my mouth...
Ace was all too happy to oblige. Given that my sphincters had already been nicely stretched that evening, his cock slipped in seamlessly. to ass was getting fucked for a fourth time that night and I was loving it. My ass was a bit sore and there was a hint of pain, but I didn't care as I relived the moment of our triple simultaneous orgasm again...
Pervertically Virtuous | August 17, 2013 at 11:45 am | 

Friday, August 19, 2016

Monday night 'make up' sex - WTF?!

You will have read in Part 1 and Part 2 about the disaster that happened 10 days ago, when my wife and I had a difference of opinion over whether we should prove we were the coolest couple in the group by closing down the club clubs. I was ready to go home (like almost everyone else in the sixty strong group) but after 10 hours of partying and making it down to the Final 6 my wife wanted to go for the Gold medal and do one more bar. I just wanted to go back to our luxury suite (yay - free upgrade!) at our hotel and make sweet sweet love to my wife.

the x rated image further down the page is not so sweet - jus' sayin'
After what she said to me that night I kept my mouth shut on Thursday, as we made our way home. My wife acted like nothing had happened, and I remained quiet. We hardly spoke the whole weekend, so it should be obvious our scheduled sex agreement went out the window. On Sunday afternoon she patted my butt playfully, which I took as an attempt to initiate sex - I responded by ignoring it and watching TV until midnight when I knew she was asleep.

After dinner on Monday evening she disappeared to the bedroom and never returned. I watched some TV and then drafted my TMI Tuesday: August 16, 2016 ~ Step right up! post. At 1am her light was still on - clearly she was reading dirty stories again but since I no longer have access to her iPad I have no idea if it was Literotica or Kindleporn.

At 1.30am the light was out so I went up to bed. And the charade began:

She wriggled around as if she was asleep, and made little moaning noises as if she was dreaming. Which I knew she wasn't because she'd only just turned out the light. Then she rolled over to my side of the bed (which she never does) and spooned herself backwards into me (which she never does). I put my arm around her (over the covers) but did nothing more since she was continuing to feign being asleep. After a while my other arm went dead so I got up and went to bathroom.

When I returned my wife had returned to her side of the bed, but had moved the covers so her bare ass was hanging out. Was she hot and trying to cool off, or was she presenting herself to me like an animal wanting to be fucked?

Honestly, it really is hard to tell with my wife. There have been many times I've mistaken 'the signals' only to discover she does not want sex. So ignored her and climbed back into bed. Again she rolled over, but this time she didn't spoon me - she just placed herself adjacent to my erect penis. And then moved a little so her thigh was pressed up against it. And then rolled over flat on her back, wedging herself tightly against my fat throbbing penis.

Given that we hadn't had sex for over two weeks I felt this was a cheap trick but I was unable to avoid responding to her tactic. I reached over and and started fingering her pussy. She responded like she was on fire and it was all on. My hands were everywhere - body, breasts, and clit. She writhed around like a bitch in heat and seemed to cum very quickly. Her nipples were rock hard and her breasts felt full in my hands. Her pussy was wet as I fingered her some more and she reached out and started jacking my cock hard and fast. Hard and fast like an alley hooker trying to get to her next trick.

She was in a frenzy, writhing against my body, closing her legs around me, thrusting her cunt hard into my hand, trying to squeeze every ounce of pleasure she could from me. She was in sextacy.

It didn't take long to realise she was oblivious to my pleasure. God knows what stories she had been reading but her hand on my cock was all part of some fantasy running through her head, certainly not something designed to get me off. It felt good to begin with but she was tugging so wildly now it was getting painful. I pulled myself free and got up, placing myself between her knees. She grabbed my stiff prick again and resumed her handjob. I thought she was going to place me inside her but no, she was just rubbing my meat all over her wet slit, pressing it against her erect clit.

I got up off my knees and tried to enter her but she resisted.

"Cum on me" she called out "yeah, spray me all over with that hot sticky mess. I want you to jerk that cock and cum on my tits. Yeah, all over my pussy, mmmmmm..."

Once again I was left to ponder where exactly she wanted it, but it was clear she didn't want it inside.

She started to tickle my balls with one hand as she fingered herself with the other; all the while talking dirty and imploring me to cum on her.  Which I did. I aimed my hot jism at her pussy, knowing it would get stuck in her pubic hair and be more difficult to get out than if I'd sprayed her tits or stomach. Passive aggressive? You betcha! That'll teach her to make false promises about keeping her pussy bare!!

I rolled myself back to my side of the bed, cleaned myself up, and then went to sleep.

I hadn't said a single word to her since the moment I'd entered the bedroom, and I didn't now.


The next day she claimed she had thrown the covers off because she was hot, and that I had taken the opportunity to 'get lucky'. Yeah, sure

Thursday, August 18, 2016

The night my wife went off at me ~ Part 2 (Final)

In yesterday's post I told you about some drama with my wife from a week ago. You can read the first part here, and should, to understand what follows.... [BNG = her Business Networking Group]

can you guess how I'm feeling today?
Once inside the bar I told my wife I was going back to the hotel. I'd been up since 6am and it was now midnight and I was tired. She begged me to stay, and promised we would only be a half hour. I reminded her that she'd said that three times already since 10pm, and told her I knew how this would end: "You'll dance here for at least an hour, and then you will all be even more drunk and someone will say we should all go to a strip club, and so we'll go to the strip club and stay there for another hour until someone says the Wednesday strippers are all fugly and we should go somewhere else. And then you'll look for an after hours place and we won't get home until 5am"

"So I'm going to skip all that and go now. You can either come with me now, or stay with your drunk as fuck buddies..."

It was at that point she turned on me. She did not shout, but she got right up in my face, pointed her finger, and hissed very loudly: "If you want to go then you can fuck off right now and fucking go home. Go on, go back to the hotel, fuck off!" There was fire in her eyes and she stepped away before immediately stepping back to continue her tirade: "Stop making this a competition between you and BNG. I brought you here for a reason - do you see any other partners here? No, just you. But that's okay, if you don't want to be here then fuck off, go back to the fucking hotel, go on, GO!" She was shouting now.

"I just don't understand what the point of being the last one to leave is?" I said, "I'm tired, you're all drunk---"

I didn't get to finish the sentence as my wife wheeled around and poked her finger into my chest.

"I am not fucking drunk, I'm sober, I'm not drunk! I said we'd stay here half an hour so that's what I meant. I brought you down here so we could have a good time. I thought you could support me, because I feel safe when you're here, but you don't want to be here, so fuck off. I just want to have some fun but you don't, okay, if you don't want to be here I won't invite you next time. That's fine, fuck off"

And with that she stormed off to join her BFF and they started dancing near a table ten feet away, drinks in hand - big smiles on their faces because they were having the coolest fun, they were awesome party girls.

I took stock of the situation.

I hadn't anticipated that heated reaction vitriol. Multiple thoughts flashed through my head simultaneously:

  1. My wife didn't seem drunk during that exchange - maybe I was wrong? (later I would learn it was just the adrenalin coursing through her, she was drunk alright)
  2. My wife has no regard for my wishes - it's her way or the highway. I suppose I knew that already, but it's shocking to see it exposed in such blatant terms.
  3. My wife does not want me showing her up in front of her younger(ish) friends. She doesn't want them knowing how old we are - and us going home early is what old people do.
  4. My wife feels 'safe' when I'm around in situations like this - what does that mean? What happens when I'm not around? Do the BNG guys hit on her? Do random men in bars like these hit on her? Does she get herself into situations she regrets when she's drunk and I'm not around to 'protect' her? 
  5. Am I her enabler?

I didn't know the answers to these questions but one thing was clear: I should not leave. If I left she would do something we'd both regret, and she would blame me for her doing it.

So sat at the bar and ordered a drink, one of two I had while my wife danced with her BNG BFF and they had the funnest time, pretending they were hot babes half their age. As I sat there nursing my drink I had to acknowledge they were indeed hot, but then I remembered the BFF had also implored me earlier to make sure she got home by midnight because she had a court appearance at 9am the following morning. Yeah, good luck with that I thought to myself, as the DJ played 'Like A Virgin' and the pair of them went nuts.

Half an hour later and it was time to go. Not because the girls wanted to go, but because one of the guys had bumped a local and they were about to fight. Yeah, it was that kind of joint, all class. All the BNG'ers were very drunk by now, and as the only sober one there I managed to hold our guy off until security arrived, at which point I assured them we were leaving and got everyone out before a punch was thrown.

Any hope this would be a good time to call it a night was dashed when my wife asked "Where to now?" once we were outside. I STFU as once again we pounded the pavement looking for another bar. Five minutes later and someone (I kid you not) spotted a strip club across the road and down an alley. "Let's go there" my wife squealed, and off we went. Exactly as I had predicted an hour before.

Surprisingly my wife's BFF was suddenly hesitant once we got to the strip club door, remembering she had her 9am court date in the morning. "C'mon" begged my wife, "it'll be just like that time in Tijuana!" So we farted around for another 5 minutes deciding if we were going in or not, until the BFF decided she wasn't paying the $20 cover charge (because yes, ladies had to pay too - which was odd).

It was at this point my wife realised two of our group had already gone in, leaving just the four of us - and I suspect she now remembered that I had predicted we would end up at a strip club. She told her BFF we were going back to our hotel, but it took another 5 minutes until we could actually head for the taxi rank because the BFF still wanted to go to another bar. To cut the conversation short I finally said "I thought you had to be in court at 9am?" and she took the hint.

So my wife and I head back to the hotel but once inside the car she starts going off at me again, repeating all the points she had made before - and informing me that if she invited me anywhere again I had to be clear what time I wanted to be home. "10 o'clock? 11 o'clock? I didn't realise you were such a tired old man who needed to be in bed by midnight - just tell me what your bedtime is so I know whether or not to invite you next time" she said, snidely.

And on and on she went, so much so that the driver even asked if we'd like to him to turn on some music. He just didn't want to hear her going off on me anymore. But she was keen to vent so vent she did. She was not keen to listen however, and when I tried to explain my side of the argument (we were in our hotel room now) she told me it was best that I be quiet and not say anything. She shut me down completely.

All I wanted to say was that she had told me at various times throughout the night that were going home, but each time we didn't, so it was her that was bullshitting me - because she really wanted to hang out with her BNG BFF and recreate their wild night in Tijuana. If she'd been clear about that from the start - warned me it would be a long might - then I could have steeled myself for it. But no, she kept telling me from 10 o'clock onwards that we would be going soon.

Is it so wrong for a man to want to get his wife back to their 6 star luxury hotel suite so he can make sweet sweet love to her?

It became clear that night that my wife believes she comes first in our relationship and I should be grateful she let's me into her circle of delight. She really does believe that she's Queen of the Whole Damn Universe. And that's not good for me.

Tomorrow: the Monday night 'make up' sex - WTF?!