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Wifey and I have been married for many years now, but this is a hot past story that we both love looking back on. We met when our paths crossed naturally when we both lived in the same apartment complex. One evening, when we were still dating, she was over at my apartment and her phone buzzed with a text message. It was laying open on the kitchen counter while we were cooking, so I couldn’t help but notice that it was from a man. I saw her smirk as she opened the message and read it and then sat her phone back down.

Of course, given her quick smile and lack of any explanation to me, I absolutely HAD to know what the message was about. After playfully goading her into telling me, she explained it was from another man in the apartment complex (we’ll call him Dave) who she had been “seeing” prior to us dating. That certainly wasn’t enough detail for me so I teased her for a more detailed explanation.

With the wine flowing, she finally let me have it. She had met Dave at a small party months ago at the apartment pool and since then had been going to his apartment to give him blowjobs, no strings attached, whenever he was in the mood and texted her that he wanted one. As if knowing that I might be skeptical, my wife then opened her phone to the text messages she had from Dave and it was weeks worth of back and forth between the two of them. He would message her of his need, she would respond promptly, and then he would message her afterwards telling her what a good job she had done. My two favorites of his were just a simple “good girl tonight” and another where he described how thoroughly she had emptied him.

Having enjoyed my wife’s oral talents for years now, I certainly understand Dave’s desire to set up an on-demand blowjob appointment with her. She gives incredible head. But when I pressed my wife for what the allure was for her, I’ll never forget her simple, but telling response. She said, “It made me feel sexy and empowered and he had such a pretty cock.”

This is just one of those fun little games we came up with over the years to keep things exciting. The concept is simple: one partner gets to have as many orgasms as they desire (dutifully provided by the partner), the other is not allowed to have any, but must submit to all forms of edging provided by or directed by their partner. We’ll usually do this over the course of a day or sometimes a whole weekend. Obviously, you must first determine who gets what role, the winner and loser if you will.

The wife and I have made up all kinds of silly little bets for this: the results of a sports game, some type of contest, whatever. Sometimes we’ll just flip a coin to decide. As the winner, you may satiate yourself as often and however you like, with your partner or without. The loser is usually a worked up mess by the end of the day, having been brought right to the edge countless times. The winner decides when the loser finally gets the welcome relief of an orgasm. Maybe it seems silly, but we love fun stuff like this. Anywho, my wife lost this morning, so it is going to be a long day for her 😉

My wife and I have enjoyed this little hobby on and off for a while now. Although certainly not a groundbreaking idea, it started after much deliberation and searching online and finally booking a photography session with a professional at a studio. This guy, although younger than both of us, was exactly that: a complete professional. But guys, I just have to say, watching your gorgeous wife pose barely dressed (or not even) for another man is exhilarating. Watching her smile, shift poses and take his direction was just a wild experience and left us both aroused for probably a week after. It also gave my wife a lot of extra validation about her own body to see herself through the eyes/lens of a third party.

In the end, of course, everything was professionally done, we ended up with some great pictures and I even bought an old camera on eBay to try our own hand at intimate photography. We do fun little photo shoots for ourselves now and again. Ultimately, though, it was that first session that really added sparks between us and even led to us entertaining the idea of sharing her with others. Happy Saturday!

Hey dudes! No lecture from me as I certainly don’t have it all figured out, but I just thought I’d share a quick, recent experience. My wife just texted me out of the blue while at work: “I am going to blow you so good tonight!” After further, excited inquiry from yours truly, I realized she had sent this in response to discovering that I had replaced one of her brake lights last night as well as refilled the wiper fluid in her car. She had mentioned it the other day and I just took care of it without a second thought.

As a married guy pushing 17 years now, we’ve found all sorts of wild ways to keep things spicy and creative. Slow and steady wins the race though and I’ve come to realize a lot of times, her being made to feel like I’ve truly “heard” her and done the things she needs without her having to ask constantly is a huge contributor to our passion for each other. Anywho, food for thought.

Having been married for quite a few years now, my wife and I will often spice things up by digging through old dirty photos, emails and chats that we’ve saved. We recently found an old conversation the two of us had over Gmail discussing one of our more heated morning interludes from years ago and thought it might be fun to share about it here!

For some introductory context, wifey is very petite and I am definitely not and we have always naturally had a dominant (me)/submissive (her) dynamic in the bedroom. Additionally, I discovered two things early on about her as we were intimate with each other. First, she loved to be fingered, especially from behind in the doggystyle position. My big hands could bring her to orgasm quickly as I could directly stimulate her g-spot which she absolutely loved and was very vocal about. Second, she could orgasm multiple times in very quick succession (which I would soon discover on the fateful day of this story).

To the story in question: I awoke one morning in bed with my wife stirring next to me, her bottom almost deliberately pressing into the front of my boxer briefs. A few more squirms and then one very pronounced pressing of ass against stiffening cock and I knew she was doing it on purpose. My mind was desiring to do the obvious, the only issue being that wifey had an important presentation at work that day and really couldn’t afford to be late. She had spent a good bit of the prior evening preparing, so I knew it was a big day. I thought it terribly devious of her to work me up like this when we both knew full well we had to be out of bed in mere minutes to get ready.

In the heat of the moment, I made a decision. My own arousal would have to wait until that evening, but I wanted to see my wife good and properly flustered before having to leave for such a busy day at work. The most obvious means of producing that effect was to give her an orgasm right before she got up to get ready. My choice made, I got out of bed and stood beside it, my erection clearly aching inside my underwear. I slid the covers off the bed, exposing her as she lay on her side in only a soft cotton t-shirt, smiling innocently at me.

“Hands and knees,” I stated firmly, indicating a position she knew thoroughly well, a viable option for both pleasure and discipline. If there was any hesitation in her movement or an attempt to voice that we should save this until we both got home from work, I didn’t see it. She slid up willingly and backed her bare bottom towards me, perfectly presenting herself for me as she had done so many times before. What a view. I stood still for a moment taking it in, her femininity completely exposed to me.

I slid her T-shirt up until her dangling, full breasts spilled out into view, nipples stiff and pronounced. I took a lovely handful in one hand and enjoyed the classic husband’s thought of knowing many men would steal hungry glances at her cleavage today, but that I stood here now with full, unlimited access.

Time was ticking. I slid a hand between her legs. She was ready before we even started. With measured practice, I slid two fingers (her preference) into her from behind and began my rhythmic massaging of her g-spot almost right away. This was a method we had perfected together and I knew was very intense for her and it always produced results. Always.

I leaned down as I worked her and whispered in her ear in my deep, commanding voice, “sing for me.” Immediately she let out a succession of gasps of deep arousal. Orgasm overcame her immediately, as if on command, and her hips bucked and trembled throughout the process. I held her steady with my free arm as she worked through it and eventually the wave of pleasure subsided and her breathing settled. She looked back and smiled at me and the implication was obvious: she was appreciative of my efforts and now it was time to get ready for work.

I don’t know what it was that brought it on to this day, but in that moment, spurred on by my own arousal, the scent of her wetness and my dominance over her, I decided I wanted more. Before she could begin moving off the bed, I gave her bare ass a slap. The sound echoed off the walls of the otherwise quiet bedroom. “Don’t you dare move,” I whispered hoarsely, “you’re giving me another one…”