This is a-ways up
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Posted:Jan 18, 2014 7:14 am
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2014 8:19 am
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Seeing this picture gives me the chills. Once, while in Maui, Hawaii my wife and I crossed a bridge very similar to this. Talk about a being scared shitless!!  The wood was narrow and you couldn't help having that feeling of helplessness overlooking the water... 
Don't look down!! 
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Because he said so
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Posted:Jan 16, 2014 8:03 am
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2014 2:17 pm
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It wasn’t an oversight on my part, I asked, and she declined.
All she wanted was her legs shaved and her toe nails painted Saturday. Okay, easy enough, I happily did both, but wondered why she wanted her pussy left uncared for.
“He asked me if I would let it grow out,” she said that day, referring to her almost four week’s growth.
That’s not the first time that’s happened, her pussy prepared as her boyfriend wished.
As she was showering this morning I asked to join her. I hoped inside and started washing her back. It felt good being that close to her, and she enjoyed the free back rub she was getting in the process.
She asked if I would mine shaving her legs because she wanted to wear a skirt to work, so I happily obliged as we talked more.
“Does it matter?” She asked me, when I pressed her reasoning. “It’s him who I’m having sex with so if he likes it, or wants it that way, he should have it, don’t you think?”
Of course it doesn’t matter. And yes, he should have his pussy as he wants it.
I suppose I just needed to hear it more than anything from her.
Shortly after we got out, and I toweled her off.
Something just felt right this morning, so right.
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A powerful kiss
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Posted:Jan 16, 2014 6:58 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2014 7:38 am
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Mrs. evergreenstatewife would agree 100%!
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Simply put she loves sucking cock
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Posted:Jan 15, 2014 7:35 am
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2014 6:22 am
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Blowjobs are special. I’ve always been fascinated by them, especially by a women that truly enjoy giving them.
My wife loves sucking cock. She’s masterful with her skill.
When we first got married she would suck my dick often. Really, I’ve never had anyone prior suck me as she did. There were times when I felt intimated and weirded out by her skill, and eventually over time she lost interest in it, other than times when I would ask.
That was one of the first things I noticed when we started cuckolding was her desire and joy for sucking cock.
Pictures, like the one below, she’s been in hundreds of times, where she’s kneeing before him, kissing and nibbling on his chest, until she pops his rod into her mouth.
I used to be jealous of those receiving it.
Okay, jealous isn’t the right word, how about envious.
But as I watched these men receive her cock worship their demeanor was so much different than mine, the way they would stroke her hair, move their hips, and secretly whisper things to her. You could tell that these men whom she was blowing knew what it was like and how to respond to women who suck cock.
I never acted that way, and when I tried, it was obvious and embarrassing.
So I watch.
I watch her on her knees. .
I watch her smiling as she sucks him, licking his head and shaft, and massaging his balls.
I just watch.
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http://Senior Sizzle.com
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What keeps them in?
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Posted:Jan 14, 2014 6:47 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2014 6:51 am
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This bra is extremely sexy!
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http://soft-kittie.tumblr.com/
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Something in the air
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Posted:Jan 13, 2014 11:46 am
Last Updated:Feb 12, 2014 1:54 pm
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There is just something to said about being in that space. It’s that creative and emotional space that produces not only great thoughts, but writings as well. Some think of it as deep and dark, while I like to refer to it as open, honest, and without restriction.
It’s an all you can eat buffet, a straight away on a country highway, or the deep sinking fall of a rollercoaster.
I could still smell her perfume in the air. It’s floated throughout the house. It’s a subtle, sweet, yet real reminder of where she was at and what her intentions were Saturday night.
Shortly after 4PM that afternoon she texted me.
She had arrived at the hotel to meet Phil. Their evening together just wasn’t about great sex.
There was some substance to it.
She was his date for that evening. They will dance, eat, talk, flirt, and eventually fuck.
They will do what most people in a relationship do.
There was something in the air all day Saturday.
To some couples this is the pentacle.
Sure, cuckolding your husband in the other room is one thing, but miles away, in the presence of seclusion, perfectly ironed sheets, and room numbers like 2002, is another, yet, defining experience.
She’s fucked alone before. Lots of times.
In the beginning she preferred that more. I suspect she didn’t want the conflict and feelings of pressure when the obvious was availed. That’s why she fucked Ron mostly in his bed, or alone among rooms overlooking the river here in town.
She looked spectacular.
She wore a sleeveless black cocktail dress, nylons, heels, and a matching long coat. She suggested a tennis bracelet and her diamond charm I got her for our anniversary some years back as the final additions.
We discussed the evening. She isn’t spending the night. We have tried that before in the past, and honestly it didn’t work out for either of us.
As time drifted that afternoon, as the dusk of the day turned into darkness, I began to wonder what was happening.
To a cuck that’s his kryptonite.
The fear of the unknown.
In a way, when she fucks here at home I am comfortable. I am aware of what’s going on, even though I may not be present. It’s a series of motions based off experiences, both visual and mental. I can literally play the script in my mind like a brilliant actor. I know the words, cues and sounds, of extramarital sex within the confines of our home.
Fucking in my presence gives me some power of control simply by knowing.
But outside, in the realness of the night, I have none which is why I seek comfort here, in words.
A little after 5:30PM she calls me.
There is some tenseness within my body, but I maintain self control as I answer it.
I instantly knew. Her voice was weak, timid, and you could tell there was a sense of calm and delight associated with it.
I sat down in my chair, my comfy leather chair, and took myself out, not because I was told too, but because it’s instinct and habit.
“Where are you?” I asked, softly.
“We’re in bed,” she replied. “We just got done.”
I could feel my heart beat rush. My balls began to pulsate with speculation, especially when I heard the blankets and sheets rustle in the background.
“We’re getting ready to go downstairs,” she said. “Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Sex was good,” she said softy into the phone, playing into my arousal.
I could hear Phil in the background.
“We plan on going to dinner then coming back up here. I should be home about 11 o’clock I think,” she said.
I just sat there yanking myself on her every word, and honestly, I couldn’t control it.
“Can I cum?” I asked frantically.
“Of course you can,” she replied, telling me that Phil had released all over her breasts and it was something she couldn’t wait to show me when she got home.
I came like a fool.
I moaned and she listened.
I wondered if Phil did too.
Afterwards I Just sat there. Somehow I felt embarrassed and I didn’t understand why. Maybe it was the load across my chest and my wife out with another man.
Well, that could be it.
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Her morning coffee
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Posted:Jan 12, 2014 8:23 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2014 8:41 am
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She sat at our kitchen bar drinking her morning coffee. She was checking her email on her I-Pad.
Last night she got home shortly before 11PM from her date with Phil.
I was already in bed and waiting for her.
We spoke virtually her entire drive home as she described her evening with him. Throughout the conversation she wanted me masturbating as she described in detail what he did to her.
“I am tired and all sexed out,” she would say, telling me when she arrived I had a short time to relieve myself with her before she climbed into bed for good.
Her evening was terrific.
They danced, talked, and ate some great food. By her account they spent about three hours total in bed, having sex.
Before hand he fucked her instantly after checking into the room prior to dinner.
She never got fully disrobed.
Afterwards, they went downstairs, mingled, ate, and left the party shortly after 8 o’clock, heading back upstairs.
From there she spent the remainder of the evening with her bull. He fucked her several more times, and this morning I’ve already heard claims of her tenderness.
She takes a sip from her cup and she continues rummaging through her I-Pad.
The glow of sex is still apparent some 24 hours later.
She’s radiant in her appearance and each time I draw close to her I can still smell the sex and recall the vivid memories within my mind and her words as she drove home last night.
It’s a warm and enticing feeling. .
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http://Senior Sizzle.com
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Relax he just wants to take you on a date
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Posted:Jan 10, 2014 8:13 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2014 7:00 am
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Phil called last night shortly after 6PM.
He talked to my wife briefly. He was in the area on his way home from work and wanted to speak with her in person.
His request was strange, but assured her everything was okay.
After hanging up with him she wondered what it could be. I could tell her demeanor was of concern, but hoped for the best.
I did too, and hoped it wasn’t a breakup coming.
My wife started changing out of her work clothes when the doorbell rang. It felt a bit odd, being clothed and answering the door for Phil, but I managed.
I opened the door as we exchanged a hug and handshake.
“I hope I didn’t alarm you guys,” he said, stepping into the foyer, taking off his coat.
“No you didn’t,” I replied.
We walked into the living room when my wife appeared out of the bedroom dressed casually with a pair of black sweat pants and matching shirt, without a bra.
She walked up and they kissed.
“Is everything alright?” She asked, taking his hands with hers.
“Oh yes,” he replied, a bit bashful in his manner. “You see, my company is holding an awards banquet Saturday night and I was wondering if you would like to go as my date.”
My wife was surprised by his offer, looked over at me, and gladly accepted. Phil being a gentleman also voiced for my approval too.
“I’m okay with it,” I replied, to his question, as if he needed my permission. But that’s the kind of man he is. He would never want to cross any boundaries, and I respect him for that.
As part of the festivities a complementary room is provided for attendees and their guests, meaning that after an evening of food and dancing, a night cap of sex would be on the agenda for them both as well.
They made plans to meet downtown on Saturday afternoon. The event starts at 6PM, and their plan is to meet at 4PM.
“Can you go twice in one day?” Phil asked, kissing my wife again.
She giggled. “With you, twice would be just what the doctor ordered.”
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Brother can you spare a dime?
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Posted:Jan 10, 2014 6:34 am
Last Updated:Feb 21, 2014 2:11 pm
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Last night while watching NBC Nightly News with Brian Williams, he did a segment on congress, saying that their approval rating is the lowest in decades, and added that the majority of our congressional leaders are millionaires based off the 2013 salary census.
It makes you wonder, doesn’t it? I mean all the infighting, it makes sense.
I’m sure at some time we’ve all encountered while channel surfing a reality show on the rich, and they’re in a squabble about counter tops, implants, or some disagreement on a Caribbean vacation.
That’s what you get when you introduce money into people with a sense of entitlement.
Here’s a thought. The majority of major sport leagues have salary caps. The main reasoning is ensuring fair and competitive play. Perhaps, we should consider the same thing for congress?
A salary cap.
Like, say, $60,000 a year?
It’s all about being able to relate to the general public, unless you’re buddy-buddy with Bill Gates himself, what on earth does someone making millions a year have in common with you or I?
Just a thought..
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