This never gets old
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Posted:Mar 31, 2014 7:18 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2014 7:12 am
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I don't know if I can ever stress this enough. She is so good at sucking cock. The moment he get's here is minutes, sometimes, before his man cock is in her mouth. .
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She doesn't hurry. She's methodical in her touch and actions.
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I think I notice it more because it's been ages since I've had my dick in her mouth.
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Gotta love Target
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Posted:Mar 30, 2014 7:30 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2014 7:06 am
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We snapped a shot of these while out at Target the other day. We almost bought both packages.. 
I'm not sure if we'd ever use them. I think it would just be the novelty of it.. 
I guess they might have been good dinner ware additions? 
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Posted:Mar 30, 2014 7:19 am
Last Updated:Mar 31, 2014 7:07 am
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I was just there
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Posted:Mar 29, 2014 7:57 am
Last Updated:Apr 3, 2014 8:49 am
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Has the novelty worn off?
I was called out to my wife and Phil Sunday morning.
She called me to her side.
As I walked up to the couch his hand was buried deep in her pussy.
Her foot was propped on the couch allowing him easy access.
He had two fingers inside her.
“Would you get me naked?” She asked me politely.
“Yes honey,” I replied.
It was a simple strip for me, as her t-shirt came off with just one swoop.
I undressed Phil too.
She helped here and there, but I did all the work.
I think it was a sign when she left his pants and underwear for me.
He was hard, really hard as I slid his Hanes off.
And me, well I was limp kneeing before him.
It looked smaller than normal as it curled up to my hair.
That’s what men look like when a beautiful woman is present and naked in front of them. Hard and ready to fuck; that’s certainly what Phil was.
But as for me, the pussy boy, I was limp and embarrassed.
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Without being directed I took his cock in my hands.
Phil was okay with that.
Any my wife, she liked my assertiveness, smiling at me.
I stroke it slowly. Not seeking any sort of arousal for either of us. I just wanted to feel his cock.
I’ve spoken lots about his man cock.
It’s thick, heavy, and mature. It feels and looks for much different than me.
Mine still, after 40 years of age, has a boyish look to it.
I think there’s a reason for that.
As I’m stroking I can feel his precum between my fingers. It gives for the ultimate lubricant.
It wasn’t long after that she says, “Here, come sit next to me,” referring to Phil.
He did as she asked, and she took him, climbing right aboard.
She slid down his cock with ease.
They humped slowly after that.
Up and down she inched.
“You’re so tight,” Phil said softly.
“And you’re so big,” she replied, kissing him.
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Writing for me is about emotion. There has to be a connection between the feelings and the event. Without it, they’re just words on the page, or cake without frosting.
I’ve been accused before of writing dark posts that sadden readers.
That’s not my intent.
I’m not saddened at all.
Sometimes readers bring their own feelings into the mix instead of reading mine.
They interject sadness, humiliation or their own meanings, when in most cases it’s not needed.
Change is what life is about. We all change every day, sometimes in little ways, sometimes deeper.
Our cuckolding has changed. The signs have been subtle, while some have been defined and talked about.
I stood there just inches from them.
The world became num.
Their fucking faded into the distance.
It’s like that movie where everything fades away into darkness.
It was just me and my flaccid dicklet, standing there like a fool, while my wife and her boyfriend fucked right below me.
For me, for the first time ever, I didn’t want to be a part of it.
I didn’t want to watch.
I didn’t want to help or listen.
I just wanted to leave them alone, in peace, to themselves.
I am, and always will be a cuckold. That will never change. But that moment right there, I wished her own thing on her own time.
I’ve thought lots about that, and fantasized about it too.
She deserves sex.
Good, great, and earth shattering fucking.
She’s discovered that outside our union.
I’m happy for her and for me too.
I think it’s important and self satisfying when you find yourself and meet your own needs, whether that is sexual or otherwise.
Often, like that day I found myself in the way.
Not really finding my role with her sex because I don’t really have one.
I don’t fit in.
I guess in a sense I never have, which would be one reason why she likes fucking with my seclusion.
Somehow I found my way back to my chair. It’s very comfy here.
Up on my screen is a picture I took of them together months ago. She’s kneeing sucking his cock.
It’s marvelous. She’s marvelous.
I begin toying with myself, bringing myself up.
The sickness inside fuels my erection and eventual orgasm as I focus on the screen before me.
I am a mess.
Cover from head to toe him cum.
I’m exhausted and relaxed stretched out in my chair.
Outside, they’re still fucking.
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Roller skating anyone?
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Posted:Mar 27, 2014 8:03 am
Last Updated:Apr 2, 2014 8:55 am
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Can anyone remember doing this  during your Friday Night Roller Skating trips with your middle school friends?
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Excuse me
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Posted:Mar 25, 2014 12:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2014 7:53 am
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Earlier today I was leaving the store.
I had a few things to get.
This morning offered a wonderful spring theme to it, partly sunny sky's and no wind. A very nice prelude to the months that lay ahead.
As I'm leaving I hold the door open for the person behind me. She's a nice looking red-head with a small .
I smiled and said, "good morning," as she walked right on through not acknowledging what so ever.
It just never amazes me anymore that people are just assholes, no matter the gender. 
So, some food for thought.
If someone offers some generosity no matter how faint, recognize it.
You never know when Karma is watching. 
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Uneasy feeling
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Posted:Mar 25, 2014 7:44 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2014 8:02 am
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Do you like to fly?
This is the last place you’ll catch me on a plane.
I avoid the window seat at all costs. It’s one thing being afraid of heights; it’s another being scared to death of crashing.
My wife, who travels all the time, has no preference. She enjoys those tiny circles watching the top views of mountains and land, as the plane descends into the airport.
I on the other hand, have a death grip on the seat back ahead of me!
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Glad to meet you, again
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Posted:Mar 23, 2014 8:04 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2024 11:2 pm
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She’s damn near on top of his lap.
Shocking, huh?
Phil just got here. I didn’t think their kiss would ever end.
It was pretty passionate.
Their chatter has been non-stop, catching up, and every so often being interrupted by feeling up, and kissing.
His arm is firmly around her. She’s into his side, turned slightly to face him, with both of her hands on his upper thigh.
She’s not wearing any panties. Just a simple tee-shirt.
He’s already noticed, as his fingers have already caressed and teased his prize, later to come.
I’m watching them now.
I have to lean out to do it from my leather chair, but I can see them.
It’s warm and sexual.
Her legs are glowing in the morning light. They’re crossed, and her tee-shirt is pulled up high, exposing her lower ass.
She wanted them soft to his touch.
I applied numerous coats of kiwi lotion to them.
Speaking of that, he’s stroking her right leg now.
Moments ago they shared a laugh.
It’s silent again.
Leaning out, I see they’re kissing. Phil hand is lightly stroking her exposed ass.
It should be any moment, and they’ll both be naked.
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Mother Natures urges
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Posted:Mar 22, 2014 7:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2014 8:05 am
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She asked if I get her a towel.
My wife arrived home before me.
She was soaking in her bath.
I noticed her phone on the side of the tub.
"Where you talking to someone?" I asked.
"No, I was texting," she replied. "I was texting Phil."
"Oh," I replied, handing her the towel she requested. "How is he?"
"He's good, he's coming over in the morning," she answered, swooshing the purple towel across her tummy.
"Oh," I replied.
I didn't have any idea she had those sort of plans. We never discussed them or even talked about them.
"I don't need to ask, do I?" She said, hanging her towel up.
"No, of course not, I just didn't know you wanted to see him." I replied.
My wife opened the bathroom cabinet above our sink. She was glancing at her toe nail polish.
She selected a deep maroon color.
"I'd have sex with him everyday if I could," she replied, holding her little bottle of paint.
"Will you paint my toes for me?" She asked.
"Yes honey, I will," I replied.
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Blunt is good
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Posted:Mar 20, 2014 8:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2014 7:40 am
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This was emailed to me by a reader who follows us.
I of course showed the email to my wife who smiled and took a moment to admire the cock shot he also sent. 
Needless to say, she liked what she saw!
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Maybe I am a pussy boi
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Posted:Mar 19, 2014 9:43 am
Last Updated:Mar 20, 2014 8:14 am
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The most exciting thing for me, and a part of blogging I love, is talking with you all.
Feedback gives a wonderful perspective.
A reader, and someone I talk with every now and again, ‘Zac,’ asked if I was a pussy boy.
His question wasn’t demeaning.
It wasn’t meant to be malice or hurtful either.
I would agree with his assessment.
Outside, in the real world, I am strong, cavalier and a leader.
Inside the bedroom, with my wife, I am a cuckold.
Can a person share two identities?
Sure, you bet, why not?
Especially when both feel normal and natural.
Monday we spent the day together. We ended up taking a bath later that night. .
Around the tub were strawberry candles.
It was romantic.
I shaved her legs.
That part between us is defining.
I can’t recall the last time she did it for herself; seeing Phil or otherwise.
It used to be something I did before she fucked, but now, or the last two years, I’ve done it regularly.
After I was finished she took the razor herself and asked for my leg.
I was a little scared, but went with it.
Leaning back in the tub I placed it in her lap.
She was gentle and assuring, rubbing my clave with her hand.
She took a swoop.
Then another.
I didn’t say a word. I trust her.
After a couple swipes she touched it.
“It feels really good,” she said smiling.
I touched it too.
It was different.
It sort of excited me and her too.
After doing it to my other leg she again ran her fingers across the smooth spot, which reached half way to my knee.
“I am horny,” she exclaimed!
“What do you like about it?” I asked.
“I like that it’s smooth,” she replied.
She continued doing my left leg until it was completely bare. I’m not overtly hairy to begin with, so it wasn’t a long process.
“Oh, I like this,” she said, leaning in to kiss me.
“Do you like it?” She asked.
It was different, to say the least.
Did it bother me? No. I think it’s been established my open-mindedness.
I’ve read lots of women who enjoy men who trim their hair or manscape, so the concept wasn’t new to me.
But, her enjoyment of such was something I knew nothing about.
As our once warm water began to cool we got out and toweled off. Halfway through she told me to get on the floor.
We were still outside the Jacuzzi tub.
Lying on my back she climbs on top of me, putting her pussy squarely on my face.
“Lick me good and make me cum,” she ordered, while instructing me to touch my own smoothness.
Within seconds she came, grinding her womanhood against my face. It was that moment, right there, I felt like a pussy boy.
She didn’t ask me to fuck her, as asked me to get her off with my tongue, after she shaved my legs.
It was new, exciting, a sexual charge for us both, and maybe something we’ll share beyond the steam of the fading bath water and cum across my face.
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Where did you learn that?
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Posted:Mar 18, 2014 8:36 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2014 2:15 pm
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My wife's relationship with Ron was different.
The first few months of their courtship she fucked him alone. Other than the first initial meets with him, it was months before I ever saw the man that was fucking my wife weekly.
One of the first times I saw them together she was riding him, backwards, like that.
I was confused and jealous.
Hurt,and almost embarrassed.
Where did she learn that?
Back then we still had sex, but never did we try this position.
I recall watching them together that night.
I was in the shadows of the living room.
I don't think either knew I was there.
What sticks in my mind the most was her body language.
It scared me.
She was so, well, pleasured.
Everything around her could've burned down.
She wouldn't of noticed.
I think it was moments like this when she discovered earth moving sex, and why to this day, some 7 years later, she still has someone who makes her world orbit.
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http://Senior Sizzle.com
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