The cheat

Orgasms

2010-06-23T16:01:00.000-07:00

The Happy early HNT! It is entitled "Choices" and reminds me of our threesome a couple of weeks ago :)

I found this short quiz a while ago.

1. Your first self-induced orgasm

I was 11, at boarding school and I had previously watched an older boy masturbate. When I came after 20 minutes of trying really hard (in the toilets), I knew it was an orgasm, but it was a dry orgasm, as I was too young to produce anything. The next time (a few weeks later, I think), there was a tiny smear of fluid to show for my pains. After that, I was hooked.

2. Your first other-induced orgasm

I was 19, and it was the first time my soon to be wife (although I didn’t know it at the time) gave me a hand job. She was amazed at the production of semen, having previously thought I would just produce a bit more wetness than was there already (I do get really wet when I’m enjoying myself…).

3. Your first experience giving someone else an orgasm

I think that was a few weeks later, with her.

4. Your first time witnessing another's orgasm not induced by you

When I was 11, watching an older boy masturbate – see #1.

5. Since your first, what is the longest time you've gone between orgasms?

I have no idea. Probably a couple of weeks.

Bonus (as in optional): Tell us about a particularly memorable orgasm you haven't mentioned yet.

One day while Mistress and I were having sex, I wasn’t able to cum, so she told me to masturbate so that she could watch me (she likes doing that). When I was about to cum, she took me in her mouth and it was the most incredible sensation I have ever had. The sensations went right through every part of my body and I almost screamed with the pleasure/pain of it. I didn’t think I could take any more sensation... Wow, that was incredible! I have never had an orgasm like it – before or since – even though we have done the same thing since.

Sex on the beach…

2010-06-20T06:35:00.000-07:00

…is the name of a cocktail, and an extremely enjoyable activity, as we found out last week.

We met and walked down a stony path to a secluded beach that I have known for years, surrounded by cliffs, and known locally as an informal ‘clothes optional’ venue. We arrived early and picked our spot as the tide was going down. I stripped off first. She was wearing nothing under her sun dress, and it soon came off as we stood, facing each other, feeling the sensuous twins of gentle breeze and strong sunshine on our naked bodies. Slowly, gently and sensuously, we massaged oil onto each others' bodies.

“I have never done this before,” she said, “being naked on a beach.” I think it is one of life’s most wonderful pleasures and it was great to introduce her to the sensation.

“I feel so horny,” she added as she kneeled in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. I stroked her hair, occasionally looking around to check that we were still alone. The freighters anchored out in the bay probably had their high resolution telescopes trained on us.

I stopped her before I came and we stood, naked, kissing on that deserted beach, hearing the sounds of the waves crashing. My finger found her very moist pussy.

“You’re not going to give me a knee trembler?” she asked.

I didn’t reply, but she soon had her answer, as her knees buckled under her and I had to hold her up as she came, the first of many times that day.

Eventually, we went up the beach to the towels, now warm from the sunshine, and lay down together, kissing and cuddling. We were both incredibly horny. We played for hours, licking (chocolate mousse tastes delicious licked from a nipple), sucking, stroking, until at last I slid into her, unable to hold back any longer. Feeling the sunshine and the breeze on my back and on my arse, knowing we could be caught at any time, tipped me over the edge, and I came, pumping my jism into her, pumping, cock twitching over and over again, as I came, saying her name and groaning as I emptied my balls into her.

A few minutes later, the first of a long parade of walkers passed by below us, glancing at us. I wonder if he knew. I expect he guessed, by the smile on his face. Perhaps we should have invited him to join us.

High blood pressure

2010-06-17T08:21:00.000-07:00

All my life I have tried to keep my blood pressure low. I have not gone for the high-flying jobs or the pressurised situations, because I hate confrontation and I don’t react well in situations where I have to think on my feet. I’m much more of a thinker. I like to be in control of my life, I have lived pretty healthily most of the time, and have always taken plenty of exercise.

So you can imagine I was dismayed to discover last year that my cholesterol levels are high (but not astronomical) and my blood pressure is similarly high, but not dangerous – yet. My wife has had high readings of both for many years, and is on all kinds of tablets to control her levels – with not much effect. I hate drugs (I have never, ever taken any recreational drugs, apart from alcohol and Viagra!) and do not want to be dependent on anti-statins and god knows what other chemicals. So, I put myself onto a low fat diet, and took over some of the cooking in our household, as well as ensuring that I really do get a healthy amount of exercise. I have cut out crisps, biscuits, butter and cream (well, nearly all cream), and also cut down on chocolate (that was the biggest sacrifice). But I don’t make a fetish of it, so when we go out to a restaurant, I choose what I want rather than thinking about fat!

I am swimming farther than ever (2 km, twice a week), walking whenever I can (I have pledged never to drive if the distance is less than 1 mile) and occasionally work out with weights. I haven’t yet had my cholesterol checked again, but I know my blood pressure is still high. Talking of weights, I have lost ten pounds and a waist size, which are both good things. I have not cut down on sex, so maybe that’s why my blood pressure refuses to budge…

Surprise!

2010-06-12T06:34:00.000-07:00

The text said “Be here at 1 on the dot. I have a surprise for you x”

How could I not be there on time after that?

“What’s the surprise?” I knew she wouldn’t tell me, and I had already guessed what it was, but there’s no harm in winding her up a bit. Instead of a sarcastic “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you” I just got a curt “You’ll find out when you get here”

I took the camera and a spare condom, just in case. Be prepared, I say.

When she opened the door, she was naked apart from a short denim dress. We kissed and she led me through to the bedroom. There was a figure hiding under the bedclothes. I was right, it was Roxy, Donna’s bi playmate. I got undressed quicker than you could say “funtime”, and the three of us cuddled under the duvet, with myself as the meat in the sandwich. I couldn’t stop grinning – smug bastard that I am. They were already warmed up, having spent the morning together, some of it in the hot tub and some in bed.

The next two hours seemed to pass by in a couple of minutes. We cuddled, we kissed; Roxy showed me her new, very intimate piercing; we licked, we sucked and we had fun. They showed me their special toy – a bright red double-ended dildo. It was so hot watching them using it, and the wave after wave of orgasms that they had together. They also made good use of a powerful little vibrator. During that phase I was almost supernumerary to the proceedings, but it was so hot that I didn’t care. In a strange way, what they were doing was so intimate that I almost felt privileged to watch. Oh, I asked if I could take some photos and they enthusiastically agreed, so my new career as a porn photographer was launched here, folks! NOT, I think, judging by the results and the terrible handshake that seemed to permeate many of them.

It was so horny, crawling over both of them, finding a pussy or two to lick while they continued with the dildo inside both of them. Every time one came, her contractions and movements tipped the other over the edge. I almost had to pinch myself to believe I was part of this. We had a threesome before, but this was at a different level, because we were all so relaxed with each other.

I have so many memories: Licking one pussy while someone else’s hands played delicately with my arse; French kissing one woman with the pussy juices of the other smeared all over my face, lips and tongue; feeling hands all over my body while kissing Donna, and again while kissing Roxy; sucking on one nipple while Donna suckled on the other; discovering Donna’s fingers seeking out Roxy’s G-spot while mine found her clitoris and bringing her to yet another climax together (teamwork)… It just goes on and on.

At last Roxy had to go, but not before she and Donna took it in turns to photograph me fucking them both. It felt so hot being directed to go into this position, or move that limb out of the way for a better shot. And of course I had to take the classic shot of them both kneeling on the bed so that I could see all four orifices exposed for my pleasure. Donna gave me the choice of cumming in any one I wanted, which on its own nearly pushed me over the edge. And when I came, deep inside Roxy (I just could not hold back any longer), in her and my favourite doggy position, it was sensational, prolonged and mind-blowing, not least because Donna, my mistress, was watching and taking pictures all the time.

That was one hot day. The next morning, I was shattered and could hardly drag myself to work.

A dandelion stalk grows and seeds one hot spring day

2010-06-10T03:59:00.000-07:00

Happy belated HNT!

2010-06-04T12:36:00.000-07:00

I've been away, so HBHNT!

A man’s libido starts declining from about the age of 19 (I understand that a woman's libido reaches a peak between the ages of 35 to 45). I have been lucky in that my decline seems to have been very slow, but I know it’s there. In a way, I can enjoy sex more now, because I don’t need it so often, so I can store up the energy for a week and then the release is so much more intense.

Now, believe this if you will! Back in 1997 I kept a diary. That year we had been married for 27 years, and my wife and I fucked 87 times, she gave me a hand job eight times, we did anal sex twice and I wanked on my own 47 times. That means I came 144 times (nearly three times a week). And don’t worry, I only kept that diary for a year (well, four years, actually, but looking back, the statistics don’t vary much between 1994 and 1997). I have no idea what the figures would be now, and I don’t want to keep a similar diary.

But last week was pretty good. My mistress and I fucked once (well, a lot of times actually in the couple of hours we had, but it was on one occasion and I only came once), my wife and I fucked once and I masturbated once. Maybe I can still remember the man I was 13 years ago :)

Hot weather effects

2010-05-27T03:57:00.000-07:00

Happy HNT! It's been six months since I last posted a picture, so I hope you enjoy this one, and, despite appearances I was just standing there for the pose, not doing anything else!

There is a story here. I love this warm weather we’ve had. It makes me feel incredibly sexy and horny. My balls hang loosely and my cock is bigger (instead of the shrivelled up, frozen nugget that's hidden away in winter, I can easily find this big, languid potent creature in summer). Just walking along feels sexy, with everything swinging and rubbing slightly against the cloth of my boxer shorts.

I love sunbathing nude in the secluded part of my garden, but just the feel of the sun and the breeze on my sex turns me on big time, and before I know it, I feel my cock stirring and starting to grow. As any gardener will tell you, it is important to encourage growth of all kinds, so I do encourage it to poke its head up, searching presumably for the sun (or maybe for pussy – phototropism is the word used for the mechanism whereby plants search for the sun, so maybe my cock is blindly following its instinct for vaginatropism?). I love helping it to grow and of course, like any other plant, after flowering, it wants to spread its seed everywhere, and so it was on Saturday.

I was very naughty, though. As Mistress is a keen gardener, I decided to take photos of my special plant going through its various stages of growth and seeding, a sort of time lapse photography. At the end, which was thoroughly enjoyable, by the way (as if you didn’t know!), I downloaded the photos and sent them to Mistress to enjoy. She claims to have ‘green fingers’, and she certainly knows how to make my special plant grow very quickly, without the need for any artificial fertilizer or weedkiller (just as well lol). If there is sufficient demand, I might include some of the photos in future HNTs.

Balvenie moments

2010-05-23T10:08:00.000-07:00

Balvenie is a single malt whisky manufactured in Scotland. It is a very smooth and sophisticated drink, and normally very expensive. Mistress bought me a bottle for Christmas, and I had to pretend that it was a present from some work colleagues. Every time I wanted to think about her, I would pour myself a small shot in the evening. I must have thought about her a lot, because the bottle was finished by May!

When Mistress and I went away for our dirty midweek, we wandered through some shops and saw some 12 year old Balvenie on special offer in an outlet, at £60 for two one-litre bottles, i.e. £30 each. This was a bargain! We bought two bottles between us and each went home with one of them. Since then, on occasional evenings, I will text her and say I am having a Balvenie moment. There is no need to say anything else. She will often text back with “LOL so am I!”

It is a very relaxing way to end the day, much recommended.

Feeling good

2010-05-21T10:51:00.000-07:00

We met this week for one of our back to front dates. Tenderness was probably the best adjective to describe our love-making. We held each other and chatted as we played.

I went on a voyage of discovery, which may sound strange after we have been together for 20 months, but it is true. Mistress has a wonderfully sensitive pussy and an amazingly reactive clitoris, so I was able to make her cum three times by touching and playing with it in three different ways, even three different places. Sometimes, it seems too easy for me! But it is fun, finding new ways to satisfy her. I have very sensitive fingers, so maybe I should have been a concert pianist.

We had both been 'good' in that we now refrain from so-called self-abuse (don't you just love that amazingly negative term for something that is so much fun!) in between our sessions together, so we were both ready for eachother. I went down on her (something I don't always do, not because I don't love doing it, but because it is good to vary the appetizers before the main course...) and of course she came again and again and again... Wow, that woman is so multi-orgasmic! I asked her if her pussy ever gets sore, and she said no, never. Lucky!

The secret of our relationship is that we both make each other feel so good about ourselves. Lying there, with her mouth around my cock and her hand caressing my balls... Well I could lie there forever, and it sums up all the physical attention I crave so much. In the half light with the curtains drawn, we look and feel beautiful to each other. I call her my dryad, an amoral wood nymph, because with her curls and knowing smile she looks like one of the fairies from Midsummer Night's Dream. She is prickly as well as ethereal at those moments, so I've christened her Mustardseed. She pouted and said she wanted to be Titania, but then said I was more Bottom than Oberon. I saw myself more as heroic Theseus, really, but hey, we don't see ourselves as others see us!

After hours of languid lovemaking, I took her from behind, not caring about her, only myself, and she loved that too, as it tipped her over the edge, yet again, while I came noisily and greedily, jerking inside her over and over as I came... She says I produce a lot of cum...

Later, we went for a walk amongst the bluebells before hunger drove us into a little cafe we know for lunch. Then we had to return to our respective lives and realities, but the interlude was magic, as ever, like a dream.

A milestone is reached...

2010-05-15T14:26:00.000-07:00

Yes, a very strange one it is too. This is my 100th post on this blog, and I wanted to make it matter, which is why I have been absent for a while. I couldn't think of anything really interesting and portentous to say to mark 100 posts on this blog. I must admit when I started in January last year I had no idea how long the blog would last, and there have been several occasions when I was tempted just to stop doing it, as there will be again.

So, where am I? I married young and for more than 25 years I was in a perfect marriage and had no interest in straying. In fact, I avoided any situations where I might be tempted. Then, my wife's sex drive started to fall over a cliff, and about five years later I started to go on line and chat to women about sex. I had my first physical sexual experience with another woman after joining a sex site two or three years later. That was a one-off and I've had some more of those, some successful, one or two disastrous, and a couple of longer affairs, then I met Mistress nearly two years ago and we have been meeting ever since. You will find all the details in past posts of this blog! I'm sure some of it makes for good reading ;)

Apparently, the average affair lasts for two years. As well as my secret life, I have achieved a lot of personal milestones and achieved a lot of things that I am truly proud of in the last eight or nine years, so it has been a very busy decade for me, and I will treasure the memories for ever. It is strange to think that only I will know about everything that I have done, as I have so far succeeded in keeping these strands of my life completely separate. Actually, that's not quite true. I have told Mistress about as much of my secret life as she wanted to know, and about a lot of my other life because she was genuinely curious - just as I know a lot about the different strands of her life. Another complication is that she has told me I am her therapy when things get too bad in her marriage.

How long will we stay together? I don't know. I keep flip-flopping between wanting to tell her we have to end it now, and still wanting to see her. LOL, I am incredibly weak! I was going to meet her next week for a walk and tell her at that time that it was all over. I was building myself up for the moment. So, what happens? She texted me today, and asked if I wanted to meet for sex first or a walk first? I got an immediate erection and texted back that sex first sounded good. I can't dump her after that, can I? They say a man's brains go due south if sex is on the horizon, and I've just proved it. Again.