He is so full of shit!  

CantonOhCouple 60M/60F
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8/2/2005 6:14 pm

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He is so full of shit!

In his previous blog, “Let’s Think About This”, my husband bragged about his “excitement” in anticipation of us having sex with another male and editorialized at great length about his open marriage philosophies.

Well, it is true that he was aroused by my encounter with the potential three-some candidate. (Let’s call him Sam.) He hung on every word as I repeatedly detailed the erotic experiences of the previous night ‒ touching, kissing, and graphic phone sex. Oh, he was excited. I could see that. However, I can assure you his arousal was followed by deep, deep soul searching. He experienced the same primal doubts any sexually active male would experience when put in head to head competition with another capable male. Is he bigger than me? Is he better in bed than me? And, the greatest fear of all - Will she like him better than me? Granted, these doubts lasted a sum total of 3 hours and 20 minutes, but, by God, they were there.

As you recall from our previous blog, we long fantasized about together sharing another man (a trilogy of sorts). Actually, my real fantasy involved a full soccer team (and I wasn’t sharing) but, I was willing to make concessions and settle for the referee. But, but, but, it was only a fantasy. A fantasy is a pipe dream, a fool’s paradise, an invention. When Sam landed in my lap (literally) the fantasy crawled out from under the covers and took on a life of its own. It became real. Poor, poor Sam, he had no idea he was the object of OUR affections. Sam’s needs were simple. Get his cock sucked, slide into my pants, and fuck his brains out all night.

I must admit, it is quite flattering to be the object of another man’s affections even though it is all about the breasts, not the brains. Never would I entertain a situation that would jeopardize the cherished love my husband and I share. Our relationship is the complete embodiment of mental, emotional, spiritual, and physical love. A precious gift only those in love could understand. My husband’s erective response each time we discuss the three-some fantasy was the reassurance I needed that our love wasn’t being squandered. We learned our love for each other and our fantasy are truly two separate and distinct entities ‒ entities that required different care and feeding.

After our extensive soul searching we agreed the planets were in alignment. Sam was the mother lode, an opportunity to seize. One little wrinkle - I have rules and boundaries and standards and don’t forget the streak of body shyness. Before plunging into bed with the man I love and a hairy stranger, I required some private time with Sam. You know - a pseudo trial-run. I needed time to experience Sam on a more intimate level, to get comfortable with our nakedness, to learn the on and off switches, and if all went well to introduce him to the idea of a three-some.

And so, optimistically, we began the most exciting chapter of our adventure ‒ practice, practice, practice.

pantyhoselvr8370 46M

8/4/2005 1:25 am

Wow incredibly sexy diary, looking forward to more! Hope you two are having the time of your life together!!

1funguy59 57M

9/17/2005 11:42 am

That's really great insight to your thoughts. Thanks for sharing. We guys will never truely understand how women think.

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