How do I know that this has been a good thing for our relationship?

On the drive home yesterday, L told me something (bad) that had happened to her a long time ago. She has only told one other person. She kept it from me, her husband and confidant, for seven years; I had no inkling.

Now, she’s honest and comfortable enough with herself to face it. She says she feels free.

That is a good thing. And it’s a direct result of the steps we’ve taken.

It sounds worse than it is; he’s actually mostly cool with What We’re Doing. But he did say that he thought it was a bad idea; he’s worried that we’ll lose the awesome relationship we have because of it.

Who knows. He might be right. Nobody can predict the future. But I do know that, here and now, it’s been a very good thing for us, and has brought us closer together.

I am completely amazed at how little it’s bothering me. It’s like This Thing We Do is now second nature.

I love you baby. I’m glad you’re having fun. I am too. I’m glad we’re doing this.

She had gone out on a date earlier in the afternoon. She liked the guy, as was usual. He was hot for her, as was also usual. They had kissed and groped a little.

She was telling me this while we were waiting for our Quiznos order. It was making me hard, and I pressed my cock into her ass. Nobody was watching. I was a bit disappointed.

Me: “I could fuck you right here.”

Her: “I want you once we get back home.”

Back at our bedroom things started heating up. She pulled down my pants and started sucking, eyes looking up into mine, mouth filled with my cock. She slid back and for for a bit until I held her head and started thrusting into her mouth… slowly. I was incredibly hard and long. She actually started gagging a bit even though she only got halfway. I pulled out of her mouth but was still getting more excited. Feeling the back of her mouth with the head of my cock really turns me on.

I stood her up and turned her around, her back to my front. I wrapped one arm around her chest, and the other around her head. I titled her head away from me so that I could kiss her neck. She started gasping. He had done the same earlier today.

I stripped her down and stood back to look at her. She stood there, naked and without a hint of self-consciousness. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed deeply, my cock pressed into her belly.

I took her to the bed, pushed her down and lifted her hips up. I then kneeled down and started kissing her pussy lips. She didn’t need any time to respond; I hadn’t even opened her pussy but she was already breathing heavily. She put her feet on my shoulders as I gave her a few very light licks from her vagina up to her clit; she was so aroused that even this touch nearly made her cum. A few kisses to her clit and some soft tongue attention started her screaming.

I stood up and slowly pushed my cock into her. She was laying on her back at the edge of the bed; I was standing with her legs resting on my shoulders. This is our new favorite position; I can thrust into her deeply, quickly, and strongly. And I did, over and over, switching from long smooth strokes to deep pounds to rapid lunges. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass while she orgasmed filled the room and my mind.

After she came for several minutes, I pulled out of her (soaking wet with her juice) and climbed onto the bed. I grabbed her by the hips and rolled her onto her knees and elbows. I entered her and made her cum again. I could tell she was hitting her peak; her orgasm cries were becoming more strained. I had an idea; I leaned forward and rested my weight on my left hand. With my right, I reached around her hip and placed my hand on her pussy. She was completely shaved; there was nothing to feel but beautifully soft folds. I rubbed her lips a bit and then slowly spread her, feeling for her clit. She gasped; she was extremely sensitive to my touch and could barely take the stimulation. But I would not stop moving my fingers; slowly at first, then very gradually increasing my speed, pressure, and proximity to her button. At the same time I started stroking my cock inside her and kissing the back of her neck. She loves all of this; she came again once more, loudly and intensely.

We laid down together after that. She said that she wanted me to cum in her mouth, and started sucking me. She was still on fire, and aggressively ravaged my cock with her mouth. She purposefully started to gag herself with my cock. I don’t know why, but this horrible sound is incredibly erotic when it’s done during sex. She doesn’t particularly enjoy it herself, and I never ask her to do it; if it happens it’s usually an occasional accident. But today was different; she threw herself on my cock, throat-first, over and over. Hearing, seeing, and feeling her do this thing just for me drove me crazy with desire. Today she was a complete and fully committed whore, and enjoying every minute of it.

With some strokes of my cock I shot inside her mouth. I can never keep track of time when I cum but it seems to go on forever. I could feel her tongue sliding around on my head during each spurt; usually that means she’s trying to find a place to hold it all until after I’m complete. I let out a loud, guttural scream as I shot, and everything in my mind went bright. When I was done and had squeezed the last drop from my shaft, she sat up, swallowed her mouthful, and gave me a look of pure enjoyment. We kissed and giggled; there was only a barest taste of my cum in her mouth this time. My whole body and mind relaxed.

She looked at me and said “I want to go and see him tonight.”

Me: “You’re still horny?”. She nodded vigorously, with a look of excitement still in her eyes.

“Ok, you can.”

I couldn’t say no to her. I didn’t want to. I was fine with it. I wasn’t threatened or anxious. And I felt all of my love for her.

I gave her permission. I lectured her about safety, told her to check in and be back soon, set restrictions the most that she could do… but I let her go, without regret. I loved seeing her excited and wanting more, even after I had poured myself into her. I was fulfilled, and she was off to assert her new-found sexuality.

Making me cum first is an effective strategy for getting my permission to go and mess around with other guys.

I’ve created a page to keep track of all the people, names, and aliases I’m using in my blog. It’s confusing otherwise.

L. is on PlentyOfFish, getting inundated with profiles.

Her: ” ‘Are you Dom or Sub?’ That’s the whole message. … ‘IT Geek.’ ” She laughs. “Is this a trend?”

Me: “Yes.” <Rolls eyes>

Her: “You know how I know he’s a geek? He writes a lot.”

A half hour goes by…

IM: “Beep beep beep”.

L: “Holy shit they follow me!”

Me: “Who?”

Her: “Programmers!”

If I was gay and on a dating website, my screen name would totally be “Low Hanging Fruit.”

One of the things I want to do here is get down and dirty with the specifics of who/what/when/where/why/how I have sex.

Because I can.

It’s something that a lot of people — even open-minded people — won’t talk about. I certainly have never done so with anyone other than my wife (and even then it was sometimes uncomfortable). But writing it out in full feels good to me.

And hopefully someone will find it hot too. I know I like to hear about other people’s sex lives. It really gets me hard.

So, last night L was chatting online with a guy. Hearing her come without me really got me worked up… not really turned on per se, but fully adrenalized.

A bit later she opened the door, very coyly. I think she may have said something to call me over, but I don’t remember. I was already on my way when I heard the doornob turn.

I wrapped my arms around her head and shoulders and started kissing her deeply. It took almost no time for me to get hard. Then I started pushing her over to the bed. I shoved her down (it didn’t take much effort), grabbed her by her legs, and lifted her hips up so that she was fully on the bed. She was still soaking wet and gooey with sex juice. I stripped off my clothes and plunged my cock inside her.

She made her first-penetration moan as I filled her, but it was deeper and more intense than usual. She arched her back and neck in full arousal. Her skin was still glowing from her earlier sex, but she started getting flushed as soon as I entered her — way more than I’ve ever noticed before. I grabbed her by the legs and positioned her hips so that she was just on the edge of the bed; this meant that nothing was in my way from thrusting all the way into her pussy. The height of our bed is almost perfect for me to stand and fuck her while she’s lying on her back; all I have to do is lift her hips up a bit to get the right angle, and I can fill her completely.

I thrust into her with full force right from the beginning. She seemed to like that. This was hard, heavy sex. I was feeling very assertive and dominating, no doubt from the jealousy coursing through me because of her infidelity. I had to remind her who was primary. And she new.

Mostly I was fucking her at full steam, but at times I would slow down when I thought she was just about to come. I like doing this. Part of the reason is to let her arousal build so that her orgasm is more intense. But part of it (especially this time) is to show my control of both myself and her. She says it drives her crazy, and not always in a good way; she likes the constant cumming of full-volume sex. But today I was doing it for me. And I think I’m allowed that.

She came harder than she’s cum in a long time. It was like the old days, although it was probably more animal than ever before. She switched between looking at me and rolling her eyes into her head; her mouth was open and vocalizing the entire time. The only time we talked was when she asked me to grab her breasts; when I wasn’t doing so my hands were spreading her legs, lifting her hips, and grabbing her thighs. Her hands were mostly grabbing the side of the bed, helping her stay in position to take my cock all the way inside her. At one point I put her knees on my shoulders on either side of my neck; this let me grab her arms and help keep her closer to me.

I didn’t come inside her. I often don’t, especially in a position like this. The reason why is a whole other story that I’ll save for another time. But today it didn’t matter. I was satisfied; I had gotten exactly what I wanted. I think she did too. I always ask her how many times she came after we’ve had sex. Often she loses count; this time she said six. That was after three times with the other guy. It makes me very proud to be able to make her cum so much. She loves making me come inside her too, but she’s very understanding and supportive when I don’t. I don’t think it bothered her much at all this time.

After I pulled out of her, I laid down in bed and told her to suck her pussy juices off of my cock. It was more of an order than I usually do. She was happy to oblige. I brushed her hair back so I could see her face, and put my hand on the back of her head. I didn’t put any (physical) pressure on her; she made all the effort herself. But for sex like this I like having my hand there, to let her know who is in control. (This was a very power-oriented sex session; by far this is not our usual routine.) I told her to get every bit of her off of my cock. She took me down her throat as much as she could, which is pretty far. I’m about 7 inches long, and she managed to get her lips down to the last inch or so. I was fully hard and I could see her struggling to get me down into her throat; this was incredibly sexy. She even gagged a bit, which I like in a visceral way, but I wasn’t disappointed when she stopped after that.

After that we held each other and talked. She cried a bit; she was overcome with all the swirling emotions. She really loves what she’s doing with other guys, but she’s still learning how to release the guilt that she accumulates with it. She’s still unable to tell me everything that she did, but I reassure her that that’s absolutely OK for now. Being able to be her support is what makes me feel good about myself. For me it was a perfect end to an amazing experience.

I’m glad I could share this with you. If you liked it, please leave me a note to express that.

I almost forgot that this was a first.

She was in our bedroom, with the door closed, chatting online with a guy. That I knew and had already approved. She had said earlier that she (probably) wouldn’t have cybersex with him while I was in the house, since that would be “weird.” (They had had cyber before though.)

She wanted to be alone with him though, because she’d feel self-conscious with me right next to her while she was chatting. So I went to my office and ended up creating this blog. From time to time I’d hear the sound of her talking through the walls.

And then I heard her scream.

She was trying to keep quiet. She didn’t want me to know (not right at that moment anyway; she would have told me later). But she couldn’t keep herself completely contained.

And when I heard that, my heart went into overdrive.

I am very glad that I heard her though (although she was quite self-conscious about it). It confirmed what she was doing, and that relieved me in a way. If she had gone silent (so I wasn’t able to hear her casually talking any more) then I would have started wondering what she was doing — and that drives me fucking insane. I have to know.

Anyway, it all worked out wonderfully in the end.