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Musing: reflection 19 Nov 2011 11:01 PM (13 years ago)

and who do you see,
a fragment of someone 
who wishes to be
a beautiful person both inside and out, 
who's head is on clearly and contains no doubt.

Look in the mirror 
and who you will find,
a mixed  up kid woman 
who's dreams block her mind.
When reason will tell her 
to stop on the red,
but something else hidden
makes her plunge ahead.


Look in the mirror
and who you are now,
a naive young girl grown woman
that doesn't know how
to dazzle the boys anyone
or make others stare
but who knows how to love
and knows how to care.
Who is nobody for
this very short time,
but in a few years
her reflection will shine.
     ~ Xxxxxx Xxxxxxxxx


This poem was written by a classmate that I kind of knew a lifetime ago.  I found some old high school stuff while cleaning out the garage recently. When I reread this I remembered how it spoke to me back then, and it still speaks to me now.  I feel a connection to the girl in the proverbial mirror even now as a woman, decades later.

3rd Blogoversary 10 Jan 2011 2:00 AM (14 years ago)

A booty text ;-) ... My 14th confession 21 Nov 2010 2:00 AM (14 years ago)

"Louise, now I may not get texts, I may not send texts, 

but trust me the subtext of that text bootay!"

     Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City: The Movie

I am sure he knew I'd still be up when he texted me late that night.  He made small talk and told me about his day, but I suspected he had other things on his mind.  DH suggested that I invite him over, so I did.  He accepted my offer.  Ah, the subtext of his texts had indeed been a booty call...

I greeted him at my front door wearing next to nothing.  He smiled in approval.  I led him into a dark room, and  crawled onto the bed, revealing my 'commando' status.  He expressed his approval by rubbing his warm palms against my cheeks, then spanking me.  He knows I like it a little rough...

It didn't take him long to undress.  I rocked my bare ass back against him as he dropped his jeans, feeling his hard cock.  He reached forward to grab and squeeze my hard nipples.  Being teased with his cock against my ass and his hands on my breasts was too much for me.  I begged him to fuck me.  He tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head back to nibble on my neck and shoulder.  Then, with a deep thrust, he entered me from behind.  The sensation of his sheathed cock filling my wet and wanting pussy made me purr with pleasure.

This was not a slow and sensual encounter like other nights.  No, this was assertive, determined, a little rough, and fast.  I liked it.   I sensed he was close to cumming, so I slid my hand between my legs to finger my self to a stronger orgasm just as he came.

I walked him to the door, then met DH in our bedroom, where I welcomed a second cock in my warm and greedy pussy.  The hotwife foreplay had once again paved the way for a steamy scene...


edited on 11/27/10 ... damn I hate typos!

Wondering 8 Oct 2010 2:00 AM (14 years ago)

His hands looked strong, yet soft, and his finger was bare.

He was tall and lean, and dressed with an aloof sense of style.

He did and said absolutely nothing to to pique my interest, yet I found myself completely distracted by his presence.

It was the wrong place and time to allow my mind to wander to the 'what ifs', but I could not prevent myself from wondering...

Musing... My Tangled Web 11 Sep 2010 11:01 PM (14 years ago)

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive!
    Sir Walter Scott, Marmion, Canto vi. Stanza 17.

There are times when I find myself lost in thought, and Sir Walter Scott’s words strike me and snap me back into reality.  They are interesting thoughts, though. 
Thoughts of passion, surprise, acceptance, understanding, curiosity, desire, confusion… 

These thoughts swirl around in my brain, tug at my conscience, turn me on, make me smile, and make me choose my words carefully depending on to whom I am speaking. 

… and that is when I feel like Sir Walter Scott’s words ring true the most.  When I am engaged in daily conversations with friends, family, coworkers, or lovers, I must be aware, or else I fear I will become snarled in my own web of deceit.  I choose to keep my double life as a hotwife private, so it is a web of my own creation, and a consequence I must manage.

This consequential web was easy to manage when I met men from Ashley Madison or in a bar.  I had no ties to them, and each encounter was titillating, yet brief.  I could be honest about my reason for meeting them if I desired.  Now, however, I find myself in a different situation.  Well, two situations actually.  Both of which cause me to navigate my web with caution.

I have introduced you to The Doctor, and told about some of my experiences with him.  (Yes, dear readers, there is another secret confession about The Doctor that has yet to be told.)  I must carefully mind my complicated web when I talk with The Doctor.

I have not confessed anything about my most recent lover, the one that has caused me to reflect on my tangled web the most, and the one I have been with repeatedly.  I hesitate assign a moniker for him, for am not sure I can even blog about him.  I will say that the attraction we feel for one another is undeniable... and hot! 
In the months since our paths first crossed my consequential web has become that much more tangled.

The return of The Doctor... My 13th confession 9 Jun 2010 2:00 AM (14 years ago)

In the months since the trip to the cabin, The Doctor and I have kept in more frequent touch via email. After dancing around the subject of what had transpired there, The Doctor playfully acknowledged the fun that he, DH, and I had enjoyed that night by the fire.  He respectfully asked if what had occurred had been OK with DH.  Without giving away too much information, I let him know that all was well, and that he had helped us satisfy a whim.

I accompanied The Doctor to his hotel room after dinner, drinks, and continuous conversation.  The conversation was still flowing as we sat on opposite sides of the queen sized hotel bed, but at this point our words were laden with double entendres.  The distance between us slowly narrowed, and The Doctor hinted that a repeat performance would be welcome.  Since I am not one to disappoint a friend, I shifted my position and slid my hand over his thighs.  He leaned back against the pillows, so I moved closer, bearing my cleavage as my hands traveled over the hardness growing in his slacks.  We exchanged a long, knowing look, then without saying a word, I helped him remove his pants and boxers and he helped to remove my blouse and bra. 

There we sat, partially clothed and silent, with our gazes locked.  Anticipation filled the space between us in the dimly lit room. I leaned over, and began swirling my tongue around the tip of his head.  The combination of my brief hand massage and anticipation had engorged his seven-inch cock, causing precum to mingle with the moisture from my mouth.  I grasped the base of his rigid cock as I opened my mouth wider to take him in deeper.  I eagerly began my oral ministrations, hoping to impress him with my determination to please.  I alternated between a pattern of semi-shallow sucking and long licks from his base to his tip, making sure to pay attention to his balls, as well.  My efforts were encouraged when The Doctor reached out to cup my breasts and squeeze my hard nipples.   His touch felt so good that I was compelled to engulf his entire length, and work towards brining him to an orgasm.  The moment his tip reached my throat he began to moan and praise my talents.  His sexy sounds and phrases were such a turn on!  I felt his cock throb gently against my lips, indicating that he was about to pump his load into my mouth, so I took him in as deep as I could.  He groaned and gasped between exclamations of pleasure and praise while I swallowed his cum and licked his tip clean. 

Afterwards I reclined on the pillows beside him, feeling very turned on and needing a release of my own.  It was late and we were both getting tired, so I took matters into my own hands.  I reached across his body and guided his hand to my D cups, and instructed him to grope and squeeze.  I unzipped my jeans to allow access to my pussy.  With one hand I checked to see if he was ready for round two, and slid my other hand within my pretty pink thong.  He seemed to be getting hard, but I need to cum!  I abandoned his cock in order to focus all my attention on my wet, pink folds and sensitive clit.  I asked him to squeeze and pinch my nipples harder while he watched me play with myself.  I was a little self conscious, but I couldn’t hold back my soft moans as I slipped my finger into my pussy and made circles around my hard clit.  I would have loved to have felt his mouth on my nipples, but he seemed content to watch the show.  Before long I was writhing and whimpering in the throws of my self induced orgasm.

We regrouped and dressed so that The Doctor could walk me out.  There was no awkwardness as we hugged goodbye.  I texted DH to let him know that I was on my way home, and that I needed his cock…

Musing about Ashley Madison... 14 Apr 2010 8:00 PM (15 years ago)

Ok, I have a question for the male readers who use AM:

Is there a promotion currently running for male members?
I ask because in the past 48 hours I have received an unusually high volume of messages on AM.  I usually get a few winks, a few requests for my photo key, etc..., but just 2 or 3  custom messages each day.  The volume of custom messages caught my eye, as well as the other types of contacts, and made me wonder if male members were offered free credits as part of a promotion recently.

I'd love to hear from AM members to learn if other women have noticed that same trend, or if men were offered a promotion of some kind.  COMMENT!

PS: What do you think of the updated AM logo?

The Doctor . . . My 12th confession 29 Mar 2010 2:00 AM (15 years ago)

After a day by the lake and a BBQ, DH and I were enjoying drinks and conversation with our friend, The Doctor.

The Doctor is an old friend of ours who went through a bitter divorce a year ago.  We witnessed the demise of his marriage from afar with perplexed looks on our faces, as this sincerely great guy dealt with things he never thought could ever happen to him. I can easily recall their wedding day, and he is in many of our own wedding photos, standing by DH's side.

That evening at the lake, before dinner, DH mentioned to me in private that he and The Doctor had talked about The Doctor’s new life as a single guy, and how he has not dated anyone yet.  He told DH that he’s not ready to date, but he also joked that he wouldn’t turn down a blowjob these days.  As it turns out, I recently mentioned to DH that I thought The Doctor was attractive.  This admission became the topic of a fantasy in the bedroom for us.  Little did we know that the fantasy might become reality…

Candles illuminated the cozy cabin, and a fire blazed in the fireplace as old friends relaxed and enjoyed the ambiance.  The three of us reminisced and chatted over nightcaps.  It was good to see The Doctor smile, laugh, and relax again after all he had been through.  He even talked about a woman who had come on to him a few days earlier. Things were going well, and our conversation evolved into playful banter and innuendo.  With embers fading in the fireplace, DH moved close to me and reached under my shirt to play with my nipple.  I knew he was testing the waters.  He wanted to see how The Doctor would react to the hint of foreplay. DH causally continued massaging my breast and complementing my cleavage, which I had put on display for our day by the lake.  The Doctor claimed not to have noticed my beckoning breasts, but it was hard for him to ignore what DH was doing, and the effects it was having on me. The Doctor smiled, and turned away for a moment, but I could tell he was drawn to our playful activity.  His response was encouraging, so I started to flirt just a little with our friend.

Then, DH began to get more affectionate with me, daring to kiss my neck and expose more of my cleavage. I was not immune to DH's attention.  I am sure my skin was flushed as I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation.  When I opened my eyes, I saw The Doctor watching us from across the coffee table with a bashful grin. I made eye contact with The Doctor as DH kissed his way down my neck to my chest.  He averted his eyes, so I told him it was OK to watch.  He replied with nervous laughter, which made me think carefully about how to proceed.  I could tell that his interest was piqued, but we needed to take things gently.  DH seemed to sense it too, so he let me take the lead.  The Doctor and I maintained eye contact while DH touched and kissed me. I used a come hither motion to entice The Doctor to join us but he declined.  I whispered assurances that he was welcome to join the fun, but he remained in his chair, enjoying the show.  The Doctor watched for a while, then DH removed my shirt and bra, completely exposing my chest, boldly kicking things up a notch.  The Doctor seemed to like what he saw.

DH whispered in my ear, "You should give him a blowjob."
"I would, but he won't even get close."

DH trailed kisses down my neck, ending on my right breast.  He lingered there, teasing my nipple.  I looked The Doctor in the eye and said, "It's alright, you can touch, too."

"No, DH is doing a good job on his own."

We carried on like that for a few more minutes.  The Doctor watched as DH lavished attention on my breasts and kissed me passionately.  I repeatedly met The Doctor's gaze, and again, tried to lure him with a come hither wiggle of my pointer finger.  Eventually, The Doctor moved closer.

He moved to my left side so that I was sandwiched between the two of them, and trailed a gentle circle around my left nipple with his finger. I let out a soft moan and relished the attention I was receiving from two men at the same time.  DH and I kissed as each of them held, squeezed, massaged, and adored my D cups.  I slid my arm around The Doctor’s shoulder and gasped when I felt his lips and tongue finally tease my nipple.  I cannot begin to describe the amazing sensation of having both breasts licked, sucked and nibbled by two men, each with their own style and tempo, yet harmoniously arousing me to a new level.  With my head thrown back and my hands rubbing their necks and backs, sexy moans and noises escaped my lips.

I was lost in the passion; thoroughly enjoying the way DH was sharing me with our friend.  This was a dynamic of hotwifing that I had hoped to experience, but never knew if it would be possible.

There was a break in the activity, and DH and I exchanged a look that communicated so much.  I knew that he wanted a to watch me with The Doctor, and based on their afternoon conversation, I knew that a blowjob was in order. I wanted to please him in a way that he had been missing for too long. DH wandered to the kitchen to give me a moment with Doc.  I positioned myself in front of The Doctor, looking him in the eye as my hand reached for his waistband.

“What do you think you are doing?” he implored.
“You’re not going to turn down a blowjob, are you?” I answered his question with a question.
“Will your husband mind?”
“Honey,” I called over my shoulder, “is it OK with you if I give The Doctor a blowjob?”
DH reentered the room, and replied, “Go right ahead, sweetie,” and then crossed the room to a place that I assumed would afford him a view of the action without intruding on us.

I unbuttoned and unzipped The Doctor’s shorts, then slid my palms inside his waistband and against his hips and ass to lower his bottoms.  My hands wandered and teased his growing cock through his boxer briefs.  I loved the look of his cock straining underneath the thin fabric, enlarged and hard from my ministrations.   Sensations of power and arousal consumed me and I focused my attention on him.  I released his cock from his underwear, pleased to see his 7 inches spring free.  I teased the head with my fingertips, then made a trail down to the shaft where I wrapped my warm hand around him.  I licked up and down his cock then guided him into my mouth.  I took as much of him in as I could, sucking and stroking his hardness.  I alternated between licking and sucking and using my hand to provide pleasure.  I could taste his precum when I cupped his balls and swirled my tongue around the tip of his penis.  For a man who had not had sex a quite a long while, he had amazing stamina and control.  When I sensed his climax approaching, I aimed his cock towards my chest and felt his warm cum splash onto my waiting tits.  It was a scene I knew DH would enjoy.  The mood among the three of us was light and carefree while I cleaned myself up and The Doctor put his clothes back on.  I think he was still a bit astonished by the events that had just taken place.

It was late, so we all retired to our proper bedrooms, but DH and I were far from ready to sleep.  The events of the night had served as a tantalizing and extended session of foreplay that would not go to waste.  DH eagerly removed the rest of my clothing and began to devour me.  Between kissing and sucking one another we exchanged breathy whispers of what had happened with The Doctor.  It was a night we would revisit for many nights to come…

T'was the night after Valentine's Day... 23 Feb 2010 4:00 AM (15 years ago)

... and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Well, that's not 100% true.  DH's cock was stirring!
Our Valentine romance was delayed by a day due to work schedules and family obligations, so on Monday night, I decided to surprise DH.  I slipped into comfortable clothes, but I had on some peek-a-boo lingerie from the kind folks at The Adult Toy Shoppe hidden underneath!

We were relaxing on the couch, and began getting cozy.  I could tell that DH did not expect to find anything sexy underneath my lounging attire, and as his hands roamed over my breasts, he gave me a curious, raised eyebrow look.

As things heated up, there was plenty of kissing, fondling, and sexy talk.  When DH removed my shirt, he found this cute little number...

I have wanted an open cup bra for quite some time, so when Jamie from The Adult Toy Shoppe offered me an opportunity to sample a product, I searched for one.  Although I did not find an open cup bra, I did find this peek-a-boo set.

Peek-A-Boo Bra & G-String

Love this sexy lace bikini style ensemble and look your best for that special sexual encounter! The gorgeous delicate lace peek-a-boo style bikini top has decadent pink ribbon trim where your sexy nipples can peek through. The stretchy elastic straps allow for a comfortable fit. Sexy bows add a flirty flair!
The thong g-string bottoms are also lace with a stretchy elastic waist band, and is also decorated with supple pink ribbon. Stop any man in his tracks with this gorgeous two piece enchantress ensemble!
The panty stretches to fit up to a 38 inch waist and the bra fits up to a 36 inch chest.

This cute black and pink g-string and bra offer access to all my girly bits through sexy peek-a-boo openings, which DH and I liked, but the openings for my nipples are not quite as wide as the photo on the website indicated. I like this set, and would recommend it for cup sizes A-C.

Jamie was very helpful & patient, and my item arrived in a simple and discreet box. The website offers a wide variety of products, and I am sure my readers will be just as satisfied as I am should they choose to shop at The Adult Toy Shoppe!

The Traveling Man Mystery 31 Jan 2010 1:00 AM (15 years ago)

Q: What is The Traveling Man feature? 
A: Business travel is a reality for many of us...and truthfully there is no better time to pursue a little-something-on-the-side than when you are hundreds of miles away from your significant other...so to that end, we have created a brand new service titled Traveling Man, which allows you to send a custom priority message to up to 40 female members in the city you are visiting. Simply tell us the type of women you are seeking by age, ethnicity and the location you want to meet in and we will bring the women to you! 
Best of all - you save 100s of credits, time and money; courtesy of your friends at Ashley Madison.
To view a receipt of messages sent to members for your upcoming trip, select mailbox then click Traveling Man.

For months I have been getting message with a suitcase icon as seen below.  When I roll my mouse over the icon, it simply says, this member is traveling to your city.  It never occurred to me to research any further, until I began to get so many messages from traveling men.

I began replying to a few of these traveling men, declining their obviously generic offers, before I learned the details of the feature.  It was thanks to one of the senders that I learned how these men were able to send a mass message to women who met their criteria. 

So, that is when I decided to add a poll to my sidebar.  Here are the results:

AM users: Do you know what the "Traveling Man" option is for messaging,and if so, do you like it?

Women: never heard of it = 11%
Women: heard of it and don't mind = .5%
Women: heard of it and dislike it = 2%
Men: never heard of it = 70%
Men: use it and like it = .5%
Men: know about it but don't use it = 14%

Well, I guess that the men who have contacted me do not read this blog!  The reason that I dislike this messaging option is because Ashley Madison is choosing me for these men, not the men themselves.  I would like to think that a man has read my profile and likes me and what I wrote in my introduction, not just my height, weight, age, and ZIP code!

Ashley Madison and the Traveling Man 21 Jan 2010 6:22 PM (15 years ago)

I was recently faced with a situation on AM that I'd like your opinion on.
Please check out the poll on my side bar and reply if you use AM.

Thanks!

2nd Blogoversary! 28 Dec 2009 10:20 PM (15 years ago)

During these past two years I have posted confessions about nine encounters/lovers...
2008:
The Dirty Dancer
The Nerd
The Seducer
The Tongue Stud
The Italian Kisser
The Pilot

2009:
The Renaissance Man
The Tech Guy
Mrs. UnVanilla

Well, there are a few hotwife endeavors I have yet to post about, and with 2009 quickly coming to an end, those confessions will have to wait until next year.  Cheers, and Happy New Year!

Mrs. UnVanilla. . . My 11th confession 28 Dec 2009 1:01 AM (15 years ago)

Things are about to get interesting!!

During our time at the bar, DH was texting both of us to find out how we were and what we were up to.  One of his texts to me read, “You two could always come home and make out by the tree… so festive!” I knew that he was hoping to see a repeat of our kiss months ago.  Shortly after that, she and I bundled up to leave.  As she drove to my neighborhood I invited her in for one more drink, and texted DH to whip up some cocktails.  The drinks were ready when we arrived, and DH had lit candles and the tree was a glow.  The scene was set…

We sat down on the couches and chatted for a while.  DH was the one to get things started by complimenting Mrs. UnVanilla’s lovely cleavage, peeking out from her V-neck sweater.  She proudly thrust her chest out and invited him to touch, which he gladly did.  I scooted closer to them in hopes of getting in on the action.  DH nudged her sweater aside and cupped one of her breasts.  He motioned for me to touch also.  I looked her in the eye for a sign of approval.  Her sexy grin let me know it was OK.  We both enjoyed feeling her breasts and playing with her nipples, and her soft sounds were an indication that she was enjoying the attention.  DH was sitting between us, so he had a good view as she and I leaned in to kiss one another.  Our lips and tongues touched as DH massaged our breasts and rolled our nipples between his fingers.  In tandem they adjusted my blouse and bra so that my ample breasts were accessible through my own V-neck. The feeling of DH cupping and sucking on one breast as she squeezed and massaged the other one was delightful! 

To say that I was turned on would be an understatement!  I boldly shifted my position so that I could take her breast in my mouth.  What fun it was to swirl my tongue around her nipple and feel her full B cups in my hands!  DH was enjoying the sexy show put on before him, but he was respectful of her limits.  He and I kissed with passion as the 3 of us continued to play.  I decided that I wanted to see and touch more of her, so I tugged her sweater off over her head, and her bra flowed suit.  I licked, sucked and squeezed both of her breasts with delight!  There was a subtle and nice pattern of switching back and forth from DH and I focusing all our attention on her, to the two of them touching and sucking my chest.  Two mouths on my breasts at once felt amazing!

I slid my hand over her jean-clad thigh, inching closer and closer to her apex.  I was suddenly consumed with the thought of touching her pink folds.  As the kissing, touching and sucking carried on, my free hand continued to gently rub and squeeze her thighs.  She did not resist.  During a moment when we paused for air, I told her that I wanted to make her cum.  I knew that going any further than we already had would defy Mr. UnVanilla’s wishes, but I said it anyway.  She glanced at the clock and whispered, “I need to go, but you two should keep having fun.”  I protested, but DH helped her stand up and gather her clothes.  He walked her to her car while I waited on the floor by the Christmas tree. 

Just as DH had predicted, it had been fun and festive to make out by the tree, and he and I picked up where the 3 of us left off…

PS: Today marks my 2 year Blogoversary! December has always been a good hotwife month for me... as you will see from my next confession! 

Allow me to introduce you to Mrs. UnVanilla... 23 Dec 2009 11:30 AM (15 years ago)

Mrs. UnVanilla is a friend of mine.  We met through work, and meet up for dinner and drinks, Pampered Chef parties, and the like.  A few months ago she and her husband invited our family over for a BBQ.  It was the first time the husbands had met, and thankfully they got along well.  DH did not know Mrs. UnVanilla very well up to that point, but in the months since that BBQ we have all enjoyed more outings together. 

Somewhere along the way we learned that Mrs. UnVanilla has a bit of a wild and sexy side, hence her nickname, UnVanilla!  Upon learning about some of her interests and activities, we began to share hints and tidbits of my double life.  Neither side has fully disclosed 100% of their secrets, but we all enjoy exchanging innuendoes on date nights.  Each husband has playfully groped the other’s wife, and she and I both like to flaunt our assets when we go out.

Perhaps I should mention that Mrs. UnVanilla is turned on by women as well as men, and I have recently rediscovered my bi-curious side.  In fact, she is one of the women I kissed a few months back (a scene DH wishes he could have witnessed!). 

She and I made plans to meet for dinner and drinks a few nights ago.  After a hellish week of work and holiday preparations, I was truly looking forward to a fun evening.  It wasn’t long before our conversation turned to sex, and I shared a bit more of my adventures (but not TOO much!).  I learned that although her husband is turned on by her wild side, there are boundaries in place for her.  I can respect those boundaries, but that dashed my hopes of having a partner in crime! 

We both shared that our husbands would be open to a FMF threesome with us.
Hmmm… the possibilities...
...but their boundaries preclude her from playing with a man without Mr. UnVanilla present.  Girl on girl kissing and breast-play are, however, allowed in his absence!

Things are about to get interesting!!

Time out for humor! 22 Nov 2009 11:01 PM (15 years ago)

I have talked to a few other bloggers about the need for special occasion cards that Hallmark will never make.

For example, wouldn't it be nice to be able to buy and send a card that said...

someecards offers a wide range of e-cards with inappropriately funny messages, like these, and you can create your own, too!

I know that some of my readers stop by for my smutty intimate sexual confessions, so this one caught my attention-



Oh, and for those of you who were hoping that this new post was going to be one of those smutty intimate sexual confessions, stay tuned...

Musing: How kinky is too kinky for you? 14 Nov 2009 10:45 AM (15 years ago)

OK, since you are reading my blog, which happens to include sexual content, I am going to say you are at least a little open minded when it comes to sex.  I am still exploring the boundaries of my sexual comfort zone, and while I am not as vanilla as I once was, I would not consider myself kinky.  I own battery operated devices that bring me pleasure, I have kissed women, dabbled in threesomes, been watched by DH as I performed a blowjob, and had sex outside of my marriage.  While these things may push the envelope for some, in my realm they are exciting and racy, but not what I consider kinky.

So why have I asked, how kinky is too kinky for you?

Well, I have been in contact with a fellow I met through Ashley Madison for the past week or so.  He found me, and right off the bat said he thinks I am perfect for him.  My AM profile does not reveal my status as a hotwife.  I prefer to share that detail in person, or at least after getting to know a man via email exchanges and chats.  He sent unsolicited nude photos in his third email to me, and he was overly excited when I revealed during a chat that DH allows and encourages me to seek sexual fun outside of our vows.  Both of these sent little red flags up in my mind, which I am acutely aware of since The Tech Guy, but since his face photo was attractive and he has a sexy accent, I maintained contact with him.

Our emails dwindled a bit after that chat due to busy schedules, so I was blown away when I read a message last night that included a suggestion of incestuous sexual activity. Whoa!  Where did that come from?!?  My impression of him immediately changed from 'eager' to 'too kinky' and I am in the midst of composing a polite yet firm email to tell him that I am no longer interested on meeting him.

So back to my question...  I know that deviant sexual behavior is on the rise (see related article @ ABC news ), but how kinky is too kinky for you?

Kisses: a new confession 8 Nov 2009 11:01 PM (15 years ago)

I love to kiss.

Part of the thrill of the chase for me is experiencing a new kiss. I enjoy the way a new lover connects their lips to mine for the first time. A good kiss can make the butterflies in my stomach flutter and send a thrilling tingle to my girly bits. A long satisfying kiss that sets the tone and mood is amazing.

Teasing.
Lips parting.
Passion building.
Tongues touching.
Getting lost in the moment.
Feeling them suck on my lower lip.
Capturing their lips in mine playfully.
Each person exploring new sensations as hand begin to roam.

I recently enjoyed such a kiss with a new lover. After a long break from any hotwife fun, I was thrilled to get back in the game! Did I mention that I shared this kiss with another woman? I have toyed with bisexual fantasies for years, but never found a suitable time, place or person with whom to pursue the fantasy. Now that I have, I must be cliché and say this...
"I kissed a girl and I liked it!"

Ashley Madison pitfalls: The Tech Guy... my 10th confession 19 Oct 2009 3:00 AM (15 years ago)

Last spring, I ventured into the Ashley Madison arena again. My profile had been dark for weeks, but one day I had time on my hands, so I logged into the pretty purple site to see who might be out there. I decided to tweak my preferences and turn-ons and add a picture, on the advice of a kind friend, and then I waited to see who would contact me.

The next time I logged in, the volume of winks, messages, private showcase keys, and priority messages filling my inbox shocked me! (Riff does know his stuff!) I weeded through them all in hopes of finding a gem among them. I replied to The Tech Guy, who would be on my town for work the next week. We exchanged photos, but he was a man of few words - our messages were short (this should have been a red flag!). We made plans to meet at his hotel.

I was extremely nervous, which should have been another red flag, but we chatted and then went to his room. There was no wooing. There were long lulls in conversation. He eventually initiated contact, so I held hope that he'd be good in bed, but we never kissed, which also should have been a red flag, since I usually enjoy kissing a new lover.

Meh.

It wasn't great sex, but it wasn't awful sex. He enjoyed my enthusiasm as he practiced his oral skills on me, but I was confused when my oral ministries failed. Eventually, The Tech Guy was ready for more, but it was... meh. I did however learn that certain prescribed medications might inhibit a man from reaching orgasm. On the bright side, the hotel room was lovely, and the bed was comfy. I took in many details while he pounded me from behind for what seemed like hours. I even mentally drafted a post about him during the encounter.

The experience was enough to make me take down my AM profile again. I thought it was still dark last June, when I got a lengthy message from The Traveler...



(Curious about my history? 4 old posts have been republished!)

Ashley Madison 101: the plural greeting 12 Oct 2009 4:00 AM (15 years ago)

Welcome to SuburbanHotwife's seminar for men who are hoping to hook up via AshleyMadison.com!

As my fellow bloggers Hubman and Another Suburban Mom (a sweet swinging couple) can attest, it is all in the introduction. It does not matter if you are a swinger, or looking for a little something on the side, if you don't use the right advertising techniques, you won't get lucky.

Case in point, I don't reply to men to use this in the subject line or begin their letters in the following manner:
"Hi Ladies! I am looking for..."

WRONG! I don't know if you can send an email to the masses when you are a full member on AM, but I for one do not reply to men who lump me into a group of potential lovers. Sure, I know you are probably contacting other women besides me (I do read Riff after all) but why make that fact so evident in your subject line? There is a simple trick known as "copy and paste" that would be handy in a situation like this. I understand that you may not want to take the time and personalize your letter to me to let me know you actually read my profile, even though that would score points with me (that could be a subject of a future seminar!), but a plural greeting will not garner a reply from me.

Thank you! 5 Oct 2009 4:00 AM (15 years ago)

I am humbled by the warm reception and greetings from many readers and fans! I enjoyed hearing from old cyber friends and meeting new ones. I am still not one hundred percent sure of the direction this blog will take, but after testing the waters, I am wading into the shallow end of this blog-pool. I wish I could tease you with juicy tidbits of an untold hotwife confession, but there are none to tell. Instead, I will share my Ashley Madison pitfalls in upcoming posts. Ladies, you may get a laugh or two from my unsatisfying experiences. Gentlemen, you should have your pen and paper ready to take notes if you are AM members.

In the meantime, I have republished my first 3 posts to provide newcomers with my history and introduction. Happy reading!

Testing the waters... 21 Sep 2009 5:00 AM (15 years ago)

Ok folks, did your jaw hit the floor when you saw my blog updated on the blogroll you use as your hub for smut? Or better yet, did I knock you off your seat? It would please me to no end to know that more than a few of you are shocked, yet pleased, to see a post from me, even if it is not filled with a risqué confession. Let's just say, I am dipping my toe in the blog waters to see if any of my old fans and cyber friends still remember who I am. (Hint, hint... leave a comment to let me know my endeavors are still worthy of entertaining you!)

It has been 6 months to the day since I last posted anything. 6 months of reflection, confusion, some worry, and some sadness, but in the end, I have rediscovered joy and satisfaction in my life. There were days when I was glad that I did not have posts to draft, and days I had to suppress the urge to write. Writing has always been an outlet for me. I love painting a picture with words, as it gives me personal and creative satisfaction. To know that people were actually reading my tales multiplied my satisfaction. So, I feel like I am in a place to begin writing again.

I have been asked if I am still a hotwife. Yes, but as old fans can attest, my hotwife activities have always been rather erratic, and nothing has changed in that department, but I did take a hiatus for a while. There were no risqué confessions racked up in those 6 months, just a few disappointing AM situations. This leads me to wonder if I should change the name of this blog... something to think about.

I have also been asked to repost old confessions. I am considering this request, but not promising anything.

So, as long as I have your attention, is there anyone out there as fascinated with Riff and Eva as I am? I have been feverishly reading her blog to get caught up, and I have the urge to comment on their story like a sportscaster on the 50-yard line of a football field! I wish I had been the lucky blog-gal to discover his AM profile... just sayin'!

But I digress... my toe is in the water... should I take the plunge in?

Breaking my silence 21 Mar 2009 3:00 PM (16 years ago)

Dear Readers,
I am not sure if I am fully prepared to end my hiatus, but I feel guilty for not responding to the MANY comments and emails that I have received in the past 5 weeks. So, I will re-enter the blogosphere...

My Hiatus:
I went dark for a few reasons. The dichotomy had been tugging at my conscience for a while. I am a wife, mother, daughter, [career title], and friend. And while the double life can be quite thrilling, I am reminded of the immorality of my actions at the most inconvenient moments (... in church... in the gynecologist's office... you get the picture). A few people who read the blog even emailed me to point out that by meeting a man on Ashley Madison, I was in essence "The Other Woman". Gee, thanks.
Then there was one night when DH and I had a little misunderstanding, and that sent me into a funk, so I shut things down for a while. We talked about it later and things are fine, but the desire to blog was not there.

Thanks:
Thank you to those who sent well wishes and kind words. Your support did not go unnoticed. To thank you for your kindness, I want to send a shout out and some extra blogosphere traffic over to Hubman, Riff, Southern Swinger, Tony, Quiet Man, Scandalous Housewife, Whitenoise, Me, Bacon, Krazy, Bullwinkle, JessTess, Kyra, Mike, Infidelity_Curiousity, Guardian, Naughty Girl, Ocean Sailor, Jenna, and Cheri.
To those of you who do not have blogs, thank you for commenting and/or coming out of the wood work! A few of you even created accounts just to leave me a comment - THANKS! (Apologies to anyone I left off the list!) I would be remiss if I failed to thank those of you who follow this blog, DESPITE the lack of new posts. My list of followers grew considerably over the last month... go figure!

My response:
One of the overwhelming topics among the comments/emails was the suggestion to screen comments before they get published on the blog. For the most part, I have not had issues with the content of the comments. There was a brief period when I did censor comments because of a 'spammer', but he is long gone. In the di-chot-o-my post I said ... I have come to realize that the majority of my readers are simply horny people looking for a decent sex blog to read for pleasure. Those types of messages were all via private email, not posted comments, but for some reason some readers misunderstood. I appreciate the support of those who partake in alternative lifestyles, as well as those who are curious about hotwives and swinging, and I welcome their comments in my suburbia. I no longer judge adulterers so harshly, and their support on here is welcome, too. What I found to be hurtful were the crude emails I received from others.

About the PSA:
Yes, DH is fully aware of all my confessions. We communicate about all aspects of my endeavors. But, what some of my readers failed to consider or recognize was that I live in fear of being discovered in real life. DH and my lovers are the only people who know my identity and my extramarital affairs. (I do not tell my lovers about this blog, and they know me only by my pseudonym). If a family member, friend, or coworker were to learn of my double life I would deleted the blog entirely and cease all acts of infidelity. I may have sounded too harsh when I published the PSA, but I needed to communicate the need for care, respect, and understanding in times of trouble.

So, where does this leave me?
Well, I know I owe you all the conclusion of confession about The Renaissance Man. I am not ready to blog about that night yet. You see, I allowed myself to talk openly to him about my career, family, and my life, which made me feel vulnerable. That vulnerable feeling is causing writer's block whenever I try to pen my confession about our date in a hotel room. I am sure it is hard for you to understand, because it is hard for me to explain, but it is what it is.

So, if you are willing to put up with me, stick around. I am like Punxsutawney Phil, the groundhog: I saw my shadow and I was compelled to retreat. I am not ready to emerge, but check back in the future...

xoxo,
SuburbanHotwife

di⋅chot⋅o⋅my 11 Feb 2009 5:15 PM (16 years ago)

1. division into two parts, kinds, etc.; subdivision into halves or pairs.
2. division into two mutually exclusive, opposed, or contradictory groups:
a dichotomy between thought and action.


I am struggling with my double life.

On one hand I am a mother, wife, professional in my career, and friend. On the other I live out what was once a sexual fantasy, spoken of only in the dark of the night in my bedroom. The conflict I feel within myself has been nagging at my conscious more than usual of late.
No apologies, just an explanation for my brief absence, and the ((probably) temporary) omission of my confessions.


And speaking of my absence, I feel compelled to post this

In my case, the trouble is internal, not something more serious. I was prepared to receive a few emails from blogging friends when I decided to restrict access to my blog. What I did not plan on, were numerous requests for blog invitations from people who rarely, or never, commented/emailed previously (and some of those people were pretty pushy, sending multiple requests!). I did the math, and only 13% of the messages in my inbox expressed a concern about my well-being. Am I looking for pity? No, but I have come to realize that the majority of my readers are simply horny people looking for a decent sex blog to read for pleasure. This epiphany has made me consider using the privacy option, inviting only long time cyber-friends.

For now, the privacy option has been removed, but all other confessions are hidden, until I feel back in the swing of things.

The Renaissance Man... reflections on my 8th confession 19 Jan 2009 9:30 AM (16 years ago)

In the nights (and days!) since my date with The Renaissance Man, DH and I have been enjoying a renewed passion! There are a few noteworthy things worth adding to the confession about The Renaissance Man:

-As a freshman in the infidelity arena, The Renaissance Man has not worked out all of his details yet:

• He does not have a secret email address.
• Nor does he have a mischief phone. I desperately wished I could refer him to Riff's blog for lessons on how to have an affair. (Of course if I shared Riff's actual blog The Renaissance Man might find this little suburbia - which I am not prepared for.)
• He did not consider having condoms with him. (but how was he to know that I was practically a sure thing!)

-I was surprised by the fact that I enjoyed a sense of submission when I gave The Renaissance Man a blowjob. I am not accustomed to performing a blowjob to a man while he stands and I kneel, and feeling his hips bump and grind near my face.

-The ebb and flow of seduction between us was seamless. Power and submission... Leading and following... Seducing and being seduced...

-I find myself wondering if The Renaissance Man will contact me again, as this situation is different than the bar scene I am used to.

-I am learning just how powerful the human mind is in regards to sexuality. The mere mention of him can make me wet!

DH and I have had frequent, honest conversations about hotwifing, and how we are as a couple as a result of this lifestyle. The verdict? Our sex life is better than ever!