Jury’s In! I’m serving Jury Duty this week. A four day trial… *groan* I am soooo. totally. NOT. a morning person. Or someone who likes to be away from my home all day. every day.
So yeah. I’ll be mostly MIA this week.

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We’ve been talking a lot recently about how Vixen and I have opened Pandora’s box with the concept of cuckolding. Now, if you look up the term via Google, you’re gonna find that there are numerous aspects to it. We’ve really only scratched the surface.

This weekend took on a slightly different aspect as I got to drive my wife for her date night with what she is referring to as her new ‘tall glass of yummy’. It all sort of came together rather quickly. And frankly, a lot of what has transpired is a bit blurry.

I suppose I shouldn’t complain. After all, I was the one who found him for her. Let’s face it, shopping for people on Craigslist doesn’t have a good success rate. So what harm could it have done? That was my thought process at least. I had no idea that this guy would so quickly become Vixen’s new Beau.

Vixen’s edit:
Ok…lol.  So here’s MY side of things.  I had just spent the wkend with YM.  He lives in another state.  He leaves for Afghanistan in a month.  He knows how much fun I’ve had with YM.  PC really wanted me to have someone closer by.  That I could maybe see on a more regular basis.  He sent me numerous ads that day and ‘Tall Glass of Yummy’ (god, I have GOT to come up with another NN for him, lol….I have an idea but I need to think on it a bit more)…well, his JUMPED out at me.  It referenced my all time favorite commercial, seemed like it was meant to be….  *wicked grin*  I HAD to respond to him (his is the only one I had any desire to respond to).  And he turned out to be smart, witty and awesome.  …And he like, wrote words (can I tell you how many CL ads I’ve responded to- females, btw- that responded with these short, curt answers…WTF, YOU wrote the ad, HELLO!?).

Do you know what it’s like getting your wife ready for a hot date? I took her shopping the night before and helped pick out some really cute things for her. Okay, they weren’t so much cute as they were simply HOT!!! Even as she was getting ready, I found myself helping her with her hair, her shoes, ensuring things were just right.

Once she was all ready and really causing me to lust, we piled in the car as I started the hour long drive to where she was meeting Mr. Yummy. I’m not sure who was more nervous about the date. I wanted my baby to represent. But at the same time, I didn’t want things to go too well. You know what I mean.

Originally, the game plan consisted of me dropping her off in the parking garage so she could walk on over to the restaurant where they were meeting. She wanted to look rather independent. Then I would feed the kids, hang out for a while and wait for her call. That plan didn’t last very long. The final plan was to drop her off, and feed the kids. Then we’d head home and wait for her signal to go back and pick her up. Okay, so much for plans.

Vixen’s Edit:
Actually originally we discussed (read: I tried to talk him into coming with me) him coming along.  To check for chemistry, the CLICK I talk about needing.  But in the end he was feeling anxious about tagging along, he prefers to be an outsider.  And I was thinking the opportunity for flirting and really hitting things off would go better one on one (not that I mind or have ever held back with flirting in front of PC…but he can be a bit intimidating, lol).

Apparently, the chemistry between them was pretty good. I should have known what was happening when she texted me to put my new CB3000 chastity cage on. We’ve never played with anything like that before. And she thought it would be a nice, last minute reward for me. But she seemed skeptical that I could get it on without any help. Hah! Where there’s a will, there’s a way.

Vixen’s Edit:
Right.  I also dared him.  A- I NEVER dare him to do anything and B- PC can NEVER turn down a dare.  I know these things…  ~wink~

I let her know that I did as she asked. But I didn’t expect her to react the way she did. She texted me, “You are the best sissy!”.

The best sissy?! Was that what I was becoming to her? I didn’t know. And I don’t know that I really cared. All I knew was that she was with a real stud of a guy and yet she was super pleased with me.

The text messages began to drop off. She let me know that she’d see me in the morning and that she loved me. I must have been fairly aroused by the whole situation and by my new found title. Apparently, I busted my CB3000. That’s right. And it wasn’t from tampering. It was from… Do I really have to spell it out for ya? How’s that for appreciation?

The next morning I looked forward to picking her up and to hearing of how things went. If all went well, I knew she’d want me to take care of things. Not sure if her sissy term is the same as nanny. I suppose that’s sort of what I have been feeling like lately. But she sure does like to show me how much she appreciates my help and her freedom. I guess I can easily live with that. Some people wrestle with getting their identity. Not me. I finally feel as if I know my place.

~PC

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Vixen

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I’m not going to lie.  The last few months have been exhilarating.  I’ve become addicted to the thrill and excitement.  I’ve met some awesome guys. Most recently someone new (a local someone no less…think of the possibilites!) who makes the “Tall Glass of Yummy” from my birthday outing last fall pale in comparison (seriously….*swoon*).  And even made some great friends along the way.

This…what we are doing, PC and I.  Has stirred up many emotions and issues….or rather ‘topics of conversation’.  When PC moved here to be with me, when I was broken and in my downward spiral, it wasn’t easy.  It was HARD.  To pick up the various pieces, sift through the drama and make our lives together work.  But not in a ‘we can’t be together’ sort of way.  More in a ‘we need to work through this’.  

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Relationships, marriages…they take……require, work.  And if both parties aren’t working at it, it falters and fails. So we continue to work at ‘us’ and our communication.  But also continue opening what PC earlier called Pandora’s Box.  That I have found quite addicting.  And I think PC has as well. 

But at the end of the day, when you put all of that aside, the one I come home to.  Who my heart belongs to is PC.  He’s my happily ever after.  I would give it all up in a heartbeat if I had to choose.

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~ xo

Vixen

Friday Favorites-

Roxy…..

Scintillectually Yours…..

And then two more that I don’t have images for, you’ll have to follow the links to go check them out.

Barefoot Dreamer…..

Minority Report…..

Click on the links and go visit the lovely ladies! Show ‘em some love.

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So.  Hypothetically speaking.  If you were going on a date with someone new.  Would it be ok to bring a friend?  Or your husband?

You know.  Just sayin…..

TGIF baby.  ~grins~

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~ xo

Vixen

Between PC and I we have so many posts in draft form that we are working on. Here is Part 2 of the original post he wrote several weeks ago. It was very well received and we thought it would be good for him to give a bit more detail regarding his feelings toward my first trip to Vegas with my girlfriends…when I first met the Young Marine.  And what better for TMI Tuesday? ~wink~

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It was close to noon and I still hadn’t heard from Vixen. This wasn’t like her, so I thought I’d give her a call instead. With the hour time difference, I figured it was still relatively safe. After all, she has never slept past 9am since I’ve known her. And now it was 11am in Vegas.

She answered the phone, but wasn’t exactly bubbly. I can’t say she was groggy either– just a little evasive. Our call didn’t last very long and it left me very uneasy, doubtful, anxious.

It wasn’t until later in the afternoon that Vixen informed me that she had just gone to sleep when I tried reaching her. Apparently, she and her friends partied pretty hard the night before.

We had discussed sending her to Vegas for the past couple of years. But it was always in the context of Us. We always went on vacations together. And I was used to being considered part of her security and her fun. It caught me off guard when I was informed that she wanted to do a special “girls-only getaway”. While I didn’t quite like the idea of missing out with my wife, I liked the idea of being her “cool” husband and so I agreed to send her.

Before letting her leave, I expressed my consent and desire for her to have a great time and to feel free to flirt. I’ve never been threatened by someone hitting on my wife. After all, I knew who she was gonna come home to; and that was with me. But this was different. She wasn’t going to be with me. What could really happen, right?

Well, she had her first night out and I figured I’d check in with her the next morning. I suppose in the back of my mind I was hoping she’d tell me she had fun, but not nearly as much as when I’m with her. Yeah, so much for that wish. She sounded like she had the basic, run of the mill good time. I began probing a bit further to see what transpired her first night out. Did any guys hit on her? Did she dance with any dudes? Any free drinks? Things like that.

When she gave me the play back, I kinda felt bad for her. I was hoping she’d tell me that it was a veritable lust fest. Perhaps she was just feeling a bit reserved, out of consideration for me. I thought I’d let her off the hook and tried to reassure her to just let it all hang out for night #2. I even texted her and told her that I wanted her to get laid, if that were ever on the table. She really doesn’t dig guys, so the chances of this happening were quite slim.

So, here I am talking with Vixen. She’s obviously awake now and the details are definitely coming. Sadly, I made the assumption based on the previous night and based on the earlier call with her that things were probably a bit dull. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

What was I thinking giving her my blessing to have sex with another man? And what was I thinking telling her that the hottest thing she could do was to have oral sex with another? And what was she doing taking me up on such an offer? After all, it was just fantasy talk, right?

If you’ve ever heard of Pandora’s box, you’d understand that I had opened it. I didn’t really expect to embark on this path. I simply thought it was hot talking.

The rush of emotions I have felt over the past few weeks have been a bit overwhelming at times. And yet I find myself strangely addicted to her new adventures and to all of the graphic details. The more I indulge, the more helpless I feel, as if there’s no turning back. She can have anyone she wants. And I’m just along for the ride. I’m her bitch in real life.

~PC

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~xo

Vixen

This is seriously the funniest thing I have EVER seen.

Seriously!  Every time I watch it it makes me giggle.  You must watch it.  Now.  Go on, click play.  ~wink~

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Man. I had THE. BEST (!!!!) time this weekend.

We went out for margaritas (the limit is 3 at our favorite place-seriously they are THAT strong……I had 3….DOH!) and mexican with friends Friday night.  Had a super good time, although please remind me next week why TWO is really plenty for me.

Saturday was my date.  My young Marine boy toy (haha…) flew in for Fuck Fest 2010 the night. To say we had a good time ….would be an understatement.  *wicked grin* My body is sore.  I’m worn out.  Ever so slightly hung over.  And exhausted.

(I’m considering posting details….interested?)

Don’t worry, PC was properly taken care of.  I put him in his happy place and kept him there while I was away. ~wink~

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Happy Monday!

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~ xo

Vixen

(no…I don’t plan on starting ALL my posts now with Lady GaGa lyrics, lol…..they just seemed fitting)

I know I mentioned I was going on a date tonight…..but I didn’t say it was with my adorable young marine.  A sleep over no less.  Hmm….  ~wink~

I’m coveting this dress….

Course I’d wear much more fabulous shoes than she is.  *le sigh*  Instead I guess I’ll settle for wearing the little burgundy number from Express with my favorite black heels.  Simple.  Classic.  Sexy.

Pictures to come….  *grins*

Oh!  And PC is finally getting his tattoo completed.  We’ve had to reschedule several times due to sick kiddos, other things getting in the way.  He’s fairly anxious from being tortured last time.  I’m stoked to see it finished! 

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Have a great Saturday!

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~ xo

Vixen

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Our eyes met and locked…holding his gaze.  My hips meeting his.  Slowly at first.  His hands grasping on to my hips….digging into my skin.  The rhythm becoming faster.  Harder.  The incredible desire to be filled more…..and more.  Taking his fingers in my mouth.  Sucking while intently staring into his eyes.

My mouth meeting his as he breathily asked, “How else do you want it baby?”

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~xo

Vixen

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Who knew Vixen’s latest trips to Vegas and my reactions would generate so much feedback and interest? Actually, I sort of had an idea a while ago.

There is so much that is regarded as taboo that can be quite sexually stimulating when you allow it. The problem is we’re so pre-programmed that we often avoid fun and excitement. The sad part is we’ll do and make our spouses less fulfilled in the process. The issue isn’t to force things upon our mates. It’s to explore possibilities– together. And that’s really the key. Another important factor is making sure you’re not in a quid pro quo relationship. Sure you might be able to make some things work. But what happens when you actually hit up against a wall that your spouse can’t go beyond? Are you going to hold your mate hostage until you get what you want? These are just some of the things I’ve had to personally deal with over recent weeks.

When Vixen and I first discussed the topic of cuckolding, it was very strange and awkward. I can’t say that I was actually into it. And she didn’t even know what it was. This is what we knew at the time:

1. I was into the idea of kink, but didn’t know what I really liked. Bondage sounded good to me– not so much to her
2. Vixen had been in a fairly controlling relationship, so being jealous of things was never going to resonate well with her
3. She has a lot of anxieties– so getting her to open up to new things is beyond difficult
4. She’s very passive-aggressive
5. I am expected to be in charge and a leader during my day-to-day life, which gets to be quite taxing
6. She loves to flirt
7. She loves to be flirted with
8. She loves to be pursued and hates to pursue (except when it came to me)
9. She’s into girls and not guys
10. Okay, she hates to admit that she does get turned on by some guys (but don’t tell anyone)

With those things in mind, we talked about swinging and things like that. What we found out was she was very open to the subject, as long as I didn’t do any actual swinging. Hmm… that didn’t sound like swinging to me. That was something all together different. But we still didn’t know what to call it– perhaps “one way hinge”.

During the course of these discussions, we actually found something that she was really into. She loved the idea of telling me to do anything she wanted and I couldn’t say “no”. This was a huge discovery, especially if we could figure out a way to exploit it. Needless to say, the first few ideas were a bit less than convenient, especially for me. But it might give you an insight into how her mind works.

Bearing in mind that Vixen enjoys women and that so many of the women we’ve come across are married, she came up with her “circumstances” request of me. There was the chance that we might come across a couple, consisting of a bi-sexual woman. Well, she wanted me to run interference for her with the guy. Seriously! That’s what she wanted of me. Now, go back to the previous paragraph for review. A new found turn on for her was to tell me to do something and for me to go along with it.

Well, this concept was a huge stretch for me.  Basically, she was asking me to be bi or to do bi-sexual acts myself, which I was not sure I was okay with. It was one thing for her to do things, it was another for me. I can remember when this came up. It was around the time Casino Royale came out with the new James Bond. The reason I know that is it was the first movie we ever went to together. And after the movie was over, she marveled at me bragging about the new guy. He was the first believable James Bond since Sean Connery. But he also had this build… Anyway, you get the idea. She found an opening and began teasing me with it, which I resented at first. I fought her teasings with all my might. But she ended things by asking me to at least keep an open mind. I felt that was a reasonable request on her part and so I agreed.

As time passed, she began exploring the idea of “circumstances” more and more. It wasn’t always in the context of me running interference for her. She changed things slightly. She began to discuss the possibility of her being with the guy too and with me sitting there all tied up and helpless. All I could do was watch her. That started to get me a bit excited. My hot wife getting it on with a couple, especially with another guy, was a tremendous turn on for me. And so we began discussing it further and further. Eventually, she added new dimensions to it.

Up until recently, this has pretty much been the extent of our discussions. She has trained me well over the past couple of years.  When we first met, I really didn’t even care for sex.  I was a night time sex person at best. I had so many anxieties associated with it. I didn’t mind doing other things. But intercourse was not my thing. She, on the other hand, was into morning sex, afternoon sex, etc. Basically, she wanted sex all the time.

This was a problem for us for a couple of reasons. Apart from the lack of libido on my part, I was a morning person and she was a night owl. She was never really ready for sex until I was already asleep or on the verge of it. This created a lot of tension at one point. And I felt guilty and started to take it out on her. But when you love someone, you try to find ways to adapt and to cope to please your mate. In my case, I had to deal with more sex. And not only that, but I had to deal with the fact that I wasn’t always that great at recovering to have multiple orgasms a day. One was enough to leave me feeling quite drained and not very clear headed.

Over time, my routine has morphed considerably. It’s not really important how we do foreplay. What’s important is that we do it, and during the middle of the day. But in order to handle the part of me getting horribly tired, she added a new dimension. I was only allowed to cum on command. Okay, this is like herding ducks. But in keeping with her turn underlying turn on, we tried this. And we tried it some more. You know what? We’ve gotten pretty good at it. I am only allowed to cum during our night time sessions. And if I don’t stay awake to have them, then it’s my loss. Because during the day time, I am expected to service her at least once or twice. We cannot stop any session until she has at least two orgasms. And for me…

Well, I am getting slowly introduced into this new world of watching and assisting my wife in her being pleasured. And that’s giving me a new high, which lasts a lot longer than I ever expected. Sure, so far we’re talking about orgasm denial and about her being pleased by another man. We haven’t gone down the other paths yet. Perhaps there’s no need for it. The point is we’ve found something that apparently works for both of us. And we’re starting to experiment a bit.

Would I like to watch her? I think so. You never really know how you’re gonna feel about something until after it’s over. The problem with going to the next level is that I can come across as a bit intimidating. I can’t really imagine someone skinny calling me a bitch. As Vixen has put it, I will definitely have to be tied up– probably so the other guy will be comfortable.

For me, it’s simple. I made her a promise to not tell her “no”. It’s not always the easiest thing to live up to. But I love trying and devoting myself to my wife.

~PC

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TFT is UP.  Oddly/amazingly enough we have almost as many guy contributors this week as we do girls.  Hmm…  Will wonders ever cease!  Women, step it up (lol)!  Anyway, go check it out!

The site is always looking for contributors.  If you’ve thought about wanting to do it- there is no time like the present!  If you have before but it’s been awhile- we miss you!  All you have to do to help support our troops is EMAIL ME!  Help boost some morale!

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Vixen

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Our bodies intertwined, kissing…nibbling…sucking….  Hands everywhere.

Breathless, urgent whispers and commands.

In the hallway, pressed against the door.

Increasingly overwhelming desire.  Lust.

Looking into his eyes, studying his reactions to my actions.

Room doors occasionally opening, guests coming and going.

The thrill of exhibitionism.  Skin fiery to the touch.  Shivers running down my spine. Hearts racing. 

Yeah….

It was like that.

~ xo

Vixen

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When PC and I began discussing the idea of cuckholding numerous years back, allowing me to be with whomever I wanted….  It was a huge turn on.  It’s a fantasy of his for him to know I can be with anyone I want, anytime I want.  PC loves to ’shop’ for me (female and male).  He has searched online websites (he prefers the the kinkier ones), Craigslist….  He’s found plenty of men that are interested in ME, but me in them?  Eh…not so much.  I’m just not that attracted to men.  And the ones I am, it’s very short term bc what is missing for me is any sort of ‘click’.  I *have* to click with someone in order for things to move forward.  And unfortunately, I don’t feel that ‘CLICK’ all that often.  I’m much more attracted to females.  I’ve dated a few, been with a couple, over the past several years.  Some of them more serious than others, a few led to more, most led to dead ends.  It’s been an interesting last few years.

When I went to Vegas, no one was surprised there was a hook up (lol) but everyone was surprised the person I felt that ‘CLICK’ with was a male.  PC made me promise to have as much fun as possible, to be as naughty as I could and to experiment with slutty.  Which naughty I can have fun with, but slutty… not so much me. 

Before we went out one night in Vegas, I recieved a text from him…
“…just get lucky and go for it.  Be slutty for a change.”

There was one condition though…  I had to relay all the dirty little details to him, like he was one of the girls.

Oh….my. 
~grins~

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The site is always looking for contributors.  If you’ve thought about wanting to do it- there is no time like the present!  If you have before but it’s been awhile- we miss you!  All you have to do to help support our troops is EMAIL ME!  Help boost some morale!

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~ xo

Vixen