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.

It's All About the Pie

I hope everyone had a terrific Thanksgiving. It's really a great Holiday, isn't it? Family, food, fun and a long-weekend. The only thing missing is the hectic lunacy that surrounds Christmas. Quite the perfect Holiday if you ask me.

My big triumph for the week were making two outstanding pies, one blueberry one pumpkin. They came out great. The apple pie, I didn't get quite right. This is a big deal because the older generation of women in my family are big pie makers and you will get graded on your pies. Fortunately, you don't have to show your work. Well, they raved about both, even though I had to use frozen blueberries for the one.

Here's an interesting, new blog for you. Steve and I both enjoy what we've read so far at Broadening our Horizons . Go check it out when you have a minute.

I skipped Black Friday. Too much craziness. I am going shopping today, though. Thought I'd pick up some new lingerie to try on for my Husband. We're going to a wedding tonight. The reception is at a hotel and we booked a room for the night.

Sorry for the lame posts lately but it's just been so crazy the past few weeks.

A Few Musings

The ancient Greeks viewed unmarried women of child-bearing years as dangerous and wild: Something to be tamed. I wonder if some residual of our ancestors beliefs have remained with us after all these years.

In the extremely short time I have been married I have noticed a subtle shift in the way I am treated by the women in Steve's family and, to a lesser extent, the women in my family. To be perfectly clear, Steve's Mother, Grandmother and sisters have always treated me with the utmost kindness and love. I have no complaints whatsoever. I am now treated differently, however.

It's difficult to describe this subtle change. It's now as if I'm part of a club. The thing is, I did not know there was a club. My opinions, likes, dislikes seem to be given more weight. I've been consulted about Thanksgiving and Christmas.

The men in Steve's family treat me like they always have, like a daughter or sister or niece. They were, and remain, sweet and protective of me.

Maybe I'm making more out of this than need be. Maybe I'm hyper-sensitive. I find it humorous that after all these years it's the women that seem to impute to marriage a certain stamp of approval while the men treat me as they always have.

On the lighter side, married sex is awesome. We have a ton of morning sex, which I love. Night time sex has been great as well. Very soft and romantic, which I like. In fact, if I could have my way, I'd say 50% hot/hard, treat me like a slut, sex and 50% slow, passionate, romantic, sex would be ideal. I'm sure we'll return to the former soon but there's been a lot of the latter.

Have a great weekend.

Random Thoughts

Thanks to all of you for the lovely comments. They are greatly appreciated.

Here's a few random thoughts to buy some time before we resume regular posting (which will be soon). Please use sarcasm detector on a few of these.

1) I'm a wife;

2) I like being a wife;

3) Oddly enough, even though we have gay marriage in this state, I don't feel any less married;

4) I almost never get political on this blog. That is a conscious decision on my part. You can probably guess my politics. So, consider this fashion and not politics: I liked most of Governor Palin's outfits. All except that red, Michael Jackson/Thriller jacket;

5) I could have saved the RNC a ton of money as a shopping consultant: Think Macy's One Day Sale;

6) World Series? What World Series?

7) Marriage not only doubles your joy, it doubles the laundry;

8) Everyone wants to have us over for dinner all of a sudden.

Gone to the Chapel

Well folks, sorry for the lack of posts but we've been busy....getting married. It's a crazy, hectic time but one we'll remember for the rest of our lives.

Yes, it finally happened and we're delighted. Everything went beautifully, not that there weren't some screw-ups, but who cares. I just rolled with it rather than expecting perfection. We had a great time. According to our guests, the reception was great as was the food. not that we'd know. We hardly had the chance to eat. The entire day flew by. It felt like it was over before it began.

I'm so excited to be a Mrs. I'm nearly bursting.

I owe some people some e-mail replies. Please be patient. I haven't forgotten you. I promise.

Be back soon.