Prelude

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Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all our friends and readers. This is our first Christmas as Man & Wife and it's been a lot of fun and very special.



We hope you and your family have a great Holiday. Thanks for helping make this a terrific year. Stay safe and stay warm. Now, I'm off to spend most of the day in the kitchen. Time to bake some more cookies. Then, later, I've coaxed Steve into a little Christmas movie marathon: White Christmas and Holiday Inn. I won't tell you how I coaxed him.

The Older Man

Alicia has a link to a delightful Older Man, Younger Woman story. To quote Alicia, "Most women, me among them, have a story about being with an older man."

So true. I have my own and I thought I would share.

I was eighteen years old and just starting my senior year of high school. I wasn't a virgin and my sexual experiences were a mixed bag. Michelle was a very good friend. We had met in grade school and had remained friends since that time. She wasn't my best friend but a close friend nonetheless.

Her father, Dan, was old. Real old. He was....forty-two or forty-three! He wasn't so old that he needed a wheelchair or walker. He didn't even use a cane, but the old-age home wasn't too far off.

Dan was one of those perfect guys for a young woman: handsome, athletic, a lawyer that provided for his family. I remember him coming back from long runs, sweat glistening on his face and sinewy arms, shirt damp. I remember thinking about him when I masturbated.

I thought Mrs. Dan the luckiest woman alive. She was just as hot as Dan, by the way. A blond bombshell that spent more time at the gym than at home. It showed, especially in the Summer, by the pool. In our bikinis, she looked 100% woman. I still looked like a flat-chested kid. The perfect couple.

Except, it turned into a really bad Lifetime Movie Network story (as if there's any other kind). She left him. Just upped and walked out one day, or so Michelle said. The wife gave no explanation but was living with someone else within a few months.

Long story short. I was going to ease his pain and make him forget his beautiful wife. I remember making sure I wore hot clothes when I'd be over at Michelle's. I made myself up when I knew he'd be around. I practiced my seductive look. Hey, I was reasonably attractive and lets not forget sophisticated. I knew all about the finer wine coolers. And, I was getting signals from Dan.

I stayed with Michelle one night, after a semi-formal dance at school. When we got back to the house, Michelle went to bed. I stayed up with Dan. We watched some television. He asked about the dance, school and college plans. I got a drink and when I came back I was sure to sit close to him on the couch.

Then, he made his move. He said goodnight and went to bed.

Despite my delusions, Dan was a good, decent man who saw me like a daughter or a niece. Those signals? He was nice and paid attention to his daughter's friend.

What would I have done if he made a move? Probably freak out and run from the room.

That's my older man story. Not hot by any means. But, one with a happy ending. Dan remarried after a few years to lovely woman. I still speak with Michelle once every month or so. We go out if she's in town. I run into Dan sometimes as well. We talk, mostly about what I'm doing and what Michelle is doing. I once confessed that I had had a crush on him. He just laughed in an understanding way, knowing, no doubt, that all teenagers have their delusional moments.

Update

Not much to report, unfortunately.

One of our favorite blogs, Bacon & Lettuce, is back after a short hiatus and we're glad to see them. They're a fun couple with a really hot blog. If you haven't checked them out and your a sex blog fan, they come highly recommended.

I'm making plans for Steve's birthday. I asked for a list of things he might want. I started a tradition a while back: I get him a traditional gift and then something really special. I took him to a strip club a few times and that's always fun for him.

This year the list included, of course, 'gang bang.'

"Don't you think you'd be sore afterwards," I teased.

So, we talked about the possibility of setting up a gang bang. The first real serious talk we've had about such an activity. I pointed out a number of things:

1) I would have some many conditions that there would be no spontaneity;
2) It would be limited to five, maybe six, guys at the most;
3) I would need to choose those guys;
4) They would be guys we've played with previously;
5) I could call it off at anytime, even minutes before;
6) He'd have to respect #5 with no questions asked.

Steve readily agreed to those conditions, which I just pulled out of the air. It really wasn't meant to be an exhaustive list. Rather, just an idea of the restraints on such an activity.

I told him I'd consider it.

I know many women have so-called Rape Fantasy. One of mine is to be gang banged. But, I recognize that many fantasies are just that: Nothing you necessarily want to actually occur in real life, where consequences readily follow.

In the meantime, I'm just about done with the Holiday decorations and I think the house looks great. Very warm and cozy.

I hope your days leading to Christmas are going well. I know it's hectic but I hope you can catch a breather and enjoy the season.

Happy Anniversary, Wanton Maleness

A very Happy Anniversary goes out to Wanton Maleness. WM has been at it for five years now, which must make him something of the Old Man of Sex Blogging. No offense intended, WM.

Wanton Maleness has a wonderful and unique blog. He's happily married to the delightful Pianti and that love comes through crustal clear in his writing. He's also one of the inspirations for my blogging. He's been a good blog friend of ours for many years. Congrats on five years, WM.

Well, I went out to replenish my lingerie a few weeks back. Lingerie plays a big role in our sex life. Steve likes it when I wear "something sexy." I usually put something on about 50% of the time.

I was very disappointed in my shopping. Does anyone know there's a difference between sexy and slutty? Slutty has it's place. I'm no prude but if you're making a large monetary investment you don't want the result to be looking like you just climbed down off a shiny, chrome pole.

One place I do shop is Frederick's of Hollywood. They started out with mostly trashy outfits. Then, about two or three years ago, they began to feature more traditional items with a more classic look. Now, for the most part, they're back to trash. I did, however, buy one item, which you can find in their catalogue:



See, I wanted something cute and...OK...maybe it's a bit too cute.

I put it on for Steve last night. He seemed to appreciate it at first. At least he said he liked it. While we laid on the bed and things heated up, he began to laugh. It went something like this:

Me: What?

Steve: Nothing (more kissing then, more laughing).

Me: What?

Steve: Nothing (yet, more laughing).

Me: What is so funny?

Steve: When my sister was really little, my Mom dressed in these cute, little dresses along with ruffled panties.

So my ruffled panties made my husband feel like a pervert. Mission accomplished, Piper.

No matter, the panties came off quickly. It was funny, though because after they came off and Steve became all business, I would start laughing, wondering if I had scarred Steve. Perhaps for life. As things turned out, I hadn't. He performed admirably.

Another Wedding

Piper and I got to go to another wedding on Saturday night. It was fun going to a wedding so soon after our own as ours seemed to fly by so quickly. This time, we could relax and enjoy ourselves.

The wedding was downtown and the reception was at a hotel. I booked us a room so we wouldn't have to worry about driving home. It was a blast. It was great introducing Piper as my wife. Walking into a room with her on my arm made me feel ten feet tall.

Piper wore a really hot dress and I snapped a few pictures. Here's one:



She looked great. At the cocktail hour we separated for a few minutes. I was talking football with some guys and Piper went to get another drink. The next thing I know, she being hit on by some guy.

She talked to him for a few minutes and later I teased her about it. She didn't think he was hitting on her, she thought he was just being friendly. The remainder of the evening proved me right. Even after Piper introduced me as her husband, this guy continued to hit on her.

Let me tell you, it was hot watching this guy hit on my wife. After dinner, while I was at the bar talking to friends, they sat at a table and talked. I was half-listening to the conversation while I watched. When Piper got up to dance, this guy watched her walk towards the dance floor. He then got up and followed her.

Piper wandered over to me and I got her another drink.

"That guy really wants you," I told her.

"Oh, stop that."

I whispered to her: "Every chance he gets he's looking at your ass."

"Oh," she said. "How's that make you feel."

"Instant hard-on," I said.

She discretely brushed-up against me for proof and got it. I was rock-hard. So much so that I had to stand, facing the bar for a few minutes. Suit pants are unforgiving when it comes to erections.

I became very horny watching Piper begin to flirt with the man. I asked her if she wanted me to see if Cooper was available, to meet us after the reception. Maybe join us in our room. She said "Maybe," with a sly grin on her face. I did place the call but he didn't pick-up.

That was fine because we had a hell of a time when we got to the room.