Sexy Things

The other day a girlfriend and I were chatting about what we find sexy in the male of the species. I thought I'd share.

1. Sense of Humor

This is a must for me. I always think that funny people are smart people. Besides, I like a man that can entertain me and make me laugh. I'm old-fashioned that way. I can't imagine spending a significant amount of time with one of those overly serious men who don't get sarcasm, satire or appreciate the absurdities of life.

2. Self Confidence

Isn't there something sexy about a self-confident man? I like the take charge type. I suppose, in a away, it is a sign that he can take care of me and will take care of me. The self confidence can't spill over into arrogance and I find a know-it-all hopelessly dull. Knowing what you want and knowing how to get it is one thing. Self confidence that lacks the know how to back it up just makes you look like an idiot.

3. Kindness

It's not just for chicks anymore. A man who has the ability and desire to do kind things is a gem. It keeps that self confidence from spilling over into arrogance and shows me it's not all about him. Quoting Ayn Rand is decidedly not sexy and won't get me under the covers.

4. Guy Stuff

Yes, I like a guy who likes guy stuff. There's something comforting about knowing that your man would rather be playing hockey or baseball with the guys than sitting at home crocheting. If he rolls his eyes at the Lifetime Movie I'm watching, so much the better.

There's few things more sexy than when Steve comes home after a game or a run and is soaked with sweat. Of course, he better hop in the shower right after he comes home, but it's still sexy.

5. Broad Shoulders and Muscular Arms

Two of each, of course. 'Nuff said.

A Few Links

Time for some linkage.

We'd like to thank two blogs that have linked to Babylon Visited.

First, we have Dew's Dates, a husband's blog about his Hot Wife. A man after Steve's heart.

Next, is Naughty Love Adventure. This is a new Husband/Wife blog.

Both blogs look promising. We want to thank them for the link and urge our own readers to give them a try. It's tough getting readers in the blogverse so we hope to send some their way.

And some very goods news from Alicia! Alicia from Alicia Night Orchid (link over on the right) has a story in the upcoming Erotic Anthology: "Swing! Adventures in Swinging by Today's Top Erotic Writers."

Congratulations, Alicia. Alicia is an excellent Erotic writer. One I really enjoy and recommend. I don't make recommendations lightly, especially fiction recommendations and more especially, Erotic fiction recommendations. Most Erotic Fiction reads like viagra-induced fan fiction. Alicia's the real deal.

Alicia has offered to send me an advanced copy for review and I might take her up on the offer. I've never done a review. It could be a challenge.

Finally, VSK Witness write in response to my last post about giving your man some time when he gets home from work:

I understand my wife only wants to make things better, but I lack the ability to change contexts as quick as she. You females have secret little switches in your witchy minds, don't you?

No, there's no magic. Nothing witchy going on. It's just......wait I have to go. My cauldron is bubbling over.

The Proper Care & Feeding of Husbands

A reader wrote us with a request. Now, on rare occasions we receive an e-mail that bristles with demands: Write about this! Write about that! Personally, I find that rude. This particular e-mail was very respectful. The writer wanted a glimpse at the intimacy of marriage.

I thought about that for sometime. Our marriage is not yet six months old. I hope I can write a similar post when we are going on six years, not six months.

I am very happy with all aspects of our marriage, except for the laundry. Do men suddenly forget how to use a washer after they're married or did they not use one when single? Anyway, aside for one or two minor complaints, I'm more in love with Steve today than I was six months ago. I especially love the intimacy we share. I've found that I not only love him, which I find to be a simple, raw emotion, I 'like' him. Isn't 'like' much more complex than love.

By 'like', I mean that I want to spend my time with him. I want him around. I want to see him everyday, go to sleep next to him, wake up next to him. One of my greatest fears was the idea that your life's greatest passion may not be your life's greatest love.

He brings his work home with him. Not physically, but mentally. Steve is now fairly high-up in a corporate position. Not a good place to be right now. That's my one major complaint and it's not really a complaint. It's hard to complain when your main is hard-working and dedicated to his job. I wish, for his sake, he could leave office crap at the office.

Of course, I do my best to relieve his stress. I let him go into his 'cave' when he gets home. I have found that if you don't interrogate your man about his day when he first walks through the door, they will open up in their own time. They just need some downtime. An impromptu hand job also helps.

Maybe this will be a first in a series, "The Proper Care and Feeding of a Husband." I'd love to hear from some women who've been at this marriage thing longer than me.

Now, I'm off to enjoy what promises to be a beautiful Spring day. Have a terrific weekend.

Q & A

Wow, this might be the longest stretch between posts. We've been very busy with a bunch of other things but hope to post on a more regular basis in the near future.

VSK Witness from Vanilla Sex Kitten left an interesting question on our last post. I'll address a portion of that because I do find it a fascinating aspect of swinging. That is, how men handle nudity.

In my experience men handle the two girls - one guy thing fine. Why wouldn't they? Men really don't dwell on their bodily imperfections. This works out quite well because women don't generally idealize the male form. There's so much more that goes into our relationships, non-visual stimuli, that a few extra pounds, a receding hairline etc, can go unnoticed.

On the other hand, women are extremely self-conscious about their bodies but, at the same time, seem much more comfortable being naked in front of other women (who can be much more critical than men any day of the week). I find that very interesting.

Even back in high school, my friends and I wouldn't think twice about dressing or undressing in front of one another.

Now for the fun part. A two guys- one girl - threesome. Ah, yes, the dread of seeing another naked man and being seen naked by another man. Is another naked male kryptonite to the average male? This could explain why we never see Clark and Lois in a threesome.

So, the whole MFM thing has to be handled gently. We've had a few guys balk at the notion, a few that became too uncomfortable and a few that needed to be brought along gradually. A few drinks and a dark room can take the edge off.

Thankfully, our circle of friends are, for the most part, veteran swingers. Still, despite having been with.....say Steve and Luke, on numerous occasions, they do their utmost not to even touch one another by accident. Very funny stuff. So different than an FMF, even when the women do not engage in actual sex with one another. There's still a lot of touching and sharing. We must lack the kryptonite gene.

Have a great weekend.

A Night with Aaron

Well, we finally had some fun with Aaron. He is a good candidate to be Piper's boy toy. He's twenty-two and if I remember correctly that age, always horny.

We met Aaron for drinks on Saturday night at a club. He was understandable nervous at first. After all, how do you talk-up a woman with her husband nearby. But, as usual, alcohol never hurts.

Both Aaron and Piper had one too many drinks. Now, in my Piper's case, one too many isn't much. By her third glass of wine, she was ready for anything. Aaron, on the other hand, drank a lot. Hey, guys, if you're in your thirties, do you remember when you could down five, six seven drinks and just be buzzed? I barely remember those days. But I digress.

Suffice to say, our boy Aaron was feeling no pain.

I should tell you how my bride was dressed because just thinking about it gives me a hard-on. Tight skirt that came just above the knees, tight, white blouse and heels. Underneath, garters and silky black panties. Before going out I tried to get a peek but she wouldn't let me. "It's for Aaron," she said. "You'll just have to imagine it." Man! What a turn on. I know, I'm a freak but that's just hot. Am I wrong?

Just after midnight we were back at our house. Aaron and Piper were so wasted that he started feeling her up as soon as we walked in the door. I loved seeing his hands on that nice, tight, little ass. In truth, I was hoping he'd butt-fuck her but that didn't happen.

But, since the two were drunk, I decided to press the envelope a bit.

I asked Aaron if he'd like my wife to suck his cock. He said yes (smart boy).

"Down on your knees and suck him," I told Piper.

She eagerly followed my directions. After that warm-up, she stripped down to her lingerie and pulled Aaron into the bedroom. They fucked for what seemed like hours but in reality was only about an hour.

Towards the very end I went into the bedroom. Piper was giving him a hand job. She told me she was trying to get Aaron to cum one more time because he had made her cum three times. She eventually made that happen.

When they were done, I drove Aaron home. When I got back, Piper was in bed, in her flannel pajamas and looked cute as a button. That may be the biggest turn-on of all: Her ability to go from hot wife to looking cute, vulnerable and innocent. Love it!

Sick Wife

We apologize for the lack of posts lately. A scroll through our blog roll tells me we're not alone. There's simply not much to talk about on the sex front. There's been no recent encounters and our own sex life took a down-turn recently when Steve came down with the flu for a few days. Then, I did. Nasty business, that. Even after the worst is over you still feel crappy for a few days.

I did read something recently but I'll be damned where I read it. It was a blog and it was about wearing your ankle bracelet on a particular ankle to signal your hot wife status. I'm never up on these things and for the life of me I can't remember which ankle.

So, I throw it out to the audience (if any are left): Are there really such accepted signals and if so, what are they? Do they vary from region to region? Are they more urban legend than real? These are things I do not know. I'm just curious if there's some poor girl out there wearing an ankle bracelet and getting looks from people.

Steve did give me a beautiful ankle bracelet a while back. It's a charm bracelet and he adds a charm for every hot wife encounter. He still owes me for the gang bang, by the way.

Well, I think both Steve and I feeling better so maybe he'll get some action soon. Until then, be good.

Library Tales

I saw this post on Library Sex over at Alicia's. It's from a challenge hosted by Remittance Girl. Two great women with great blogs. I'm late for the challenge but it looked like fun. So here's my take on a library story.


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My shoes clicked on the marble floor as I wound my way through the stacks. It was half-past nine on a Friday night and I was in the university library. That should tell you all you need to know about my love life.

Except for a handful of over-achievers, the library was empty. A pretty redhead sat hunched at one of the computers. Two or three boys sat at desks, scribbling furiously. An older man sat in the lounge, his nose stuck in the newspaper.

I made my way to the deserted third floor. The third floor was always deserted, even during the day time. That was where you could find works of fiction. Everything from Grisham to Bulgakov. I even stumbled on a copy of Fanny Hill one day. Needless to say, students researching corn production in Albania or binomial theory had little time for novels.

I was trying to decided what might strike my fancy for a cold Friday night when a voice said, "Can I help you find something?"

I turned to find a young man, probably ten years younger than me, with short dark hair and broad shoulder. He had friendly eyes and a smile that would have been arrogant if he had been ten years older.

"No thank you," I said. "I just can't decide if I want Jane Austen or Bronte."

"Which Bronte?" he asked, leaning against the shelves.

"Any of them," I said. "Or all of them. I'm easy to please."

He grinned. "You're professor Smith?"

"Yes. Well, not really. I'm an adjunct. No doctorate."

"My friend, Chris is in one of your classes." He moved closer. He was cute, in a boyish way.

I thought for a minute. Chris was a star football player and a surprisingly good student. "I like Chris. He seems like a good guy."

"You like them big?" He asked.

"Pardon?" I felt my face start to color.

"Books," he said, and leaned closer. "You like those big, thick ones."

I tilted my head and tucked a stray hair behind my ear. "Yes, something that will last a good, long time."

"He says you're a good teacher."

"Who says?"

"Chris, our mutual friend."

He smiled and stared. The stare lasted long enough that I averted my eyes. Then, he pulled a book off the shelf. "Ever read Turn of the Screw?"

I took the book from him and pretended to read the first paragraph. "I like it," I said, doing my best to sound disinterested. "Doesn't look as good as Hard Times, but I'm a huge Dickens fan."

"You like Dickens?"

"I love Dickens. I can spend a whole night, cuddled up in front of the fire with some Dickens. His books are so long and thick. There's just something about older books."

"There's some good, young authors out there," he said. "You might like one of the new classics." He took me by the arm and we strolled further into the stacks. "Of course, you've read Tender is the Night."

"Of course. But I do enjoy Testament of Youth a bit more."

He placed an arm around my waist to guide me around the corner. He pulled down another book and handed it to me. "Of Human Bondage," I said, and moistened my lips. "I don't think that's my cup of tea. The Stranger: Now that's something a girl can sink her teeth into."

"Never read it, but I'd really like to. It sounds as good as Wild Season." We stopped in an aisle where the florescent bulbs had burned out. He began to slide his hands down my hips, his face hidden in shadows. "So, are you seeing anyone?"

"A good man is hard to find. Besides, I'm a teacher, you're a student."

"Yes," he said, bending down to kiss me. "It's a real Catch-22."

I gently removed his hands and deftly avoided his lips. I grabbed a book at random and gave it to him. "I should be getting on the road." I walked away slowly as he read the cover of the book.

"Hey," he shouted. "The Idiot?"