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The Sexy Games We Sometimes Play
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The Sexy Games We Sometimes Play The Games We Sometimes Play In the back and forth razzing and jazzing between my hubby and I when we are teasing each other it gets really fun sometimes, and I will give you an example below. My hubby is a gadget freak, and he practically has his favorite electronics catalog memorized. Awhile back he came home with a new gadget that was sort of puzzling at first, but it didn't take long for me to catch on to what he was up to. He is always up to something, constantly, never ending, to the point that I sometimes feel like a guinea pig. (Just kidding) He opened the box to show me… what looked like a typical headset telephone with ear phones and a little microphone/phone extension that fit right in front of his mouth. No big deal, I thought. Then he said, “This is your end of the project.” He showed me a simple earplug and a long wire with a battery pack at the end. That's when I went… hmmm. He showed me how to put the earplug in my ear and cover the wire with my hair. He helped me to run the wire down the back of my neck and under my blouse with the battery at the bottom that he put in the pocket of my shorts that I was wearing. Hmmm. He guided me out the front door onto the sidewalk and walked away from me a few feet, and then he turned the gadget on and he said, “Can you hear me now?” I responded nodding my head while I pointed to my mouth trying to tell him I needed a microphone because I knew he couldn't hear me. “You don't need a microphone for the task,” he said loud enough for me to hear. “What task is that?” I asked. I was getting suspicious fast. lol The next Saturday morning he said, “Come on babe, lets go to the mall.” Instant shock. He never likes to go to the mall. “Why?” I asked. “Don't worry, you'll see,” he said, grinning like a monkey. Hmmm. Before we got out of the car at the mall he fitted the earplug in my ear and he put on the headset. “Lets go,” he urged. Just before we arrived the big mall door he let go of my hand. “Go ahead sweetie, I'll be behind you a few feet.” Hmmm. I walked through the door looking back at him, and I stopped. He motioned at me to keep going. About 30 ft. away from the door he walked in nodding his head at me telling me to keep walking. A moment later I heard in my ear, “Testing, testing. Can you hear me OK baby?” Without looking back I gave him a thumbs up. “OK, are you ready?” he asked. “For what!!!” I said quietly to myself. “Turn right at the next corner,” he instructed. He guided me into the main corridor of the mall where people were window shopping or just walking through the mall. “Stop, stop, stop,” he suddenly instructed. “Drop your hankie baby. Males on the radar.” I glanced back at him and he was still about 30 ft. behind me. “Go for it sweetie, they are checking you out right… now,” he said. I didn't have a hankie, so I dropped my purse. As I bent over to pick it up I aimed my ass at the four young men who were hanging out in the doorway of a store. “That's it babe! That was perfect. Well done sweetie,” he said louder in my ear. When I glanced at him again he was smiling and nodding his head at me to show his approval. As we walked again he said, “Listen to the music sweetie. They are playing your song. Crank it up.” I knew what he meant. The mall was playing pop music, the kind a woman can move her hips to in the natural feminine flow of of her body. Years ago when I was involved in DanceSport my coaches always said before I could dance I had to learn to walk, and I practiced that walk for 1,000 hours. Now it is rather natural for me, and started walking to the beat of the sexy music. “Oh yeah,” I heard him say in my ear. “That's it honey, you are doing great. You are turning heads all the way up and down the mall.” Walking, walking, again. “Turn left. Now stop. Sit on the bench across from that guy, and you know what to do.” There was a man roughly 45-50 years old or so reading a newspaper. He looked up at me as I sat down right across from him. The man was being polite and didn't stare at me and went back to reading his paper. In my ear I heard, “OK sweetie, you know what to do now, right?” I looked back down the corridor and Aly was standing just beyond the four young guys who were still watching me. He was smiling and nodding his head at me like it was in third gear on a bumpy road. lol I subtly pushed my purse off of my lap and it fell on the floor. As the man looked up from his paper I bent forward, and when I raised up with purse in hand I crossed my legs in the way that women know how to do. I looked at the man at that moment to see and feel his eyes on me, and I smiled at him, a friendly smile that only said,… hello there. “Oh sweetie, that was hot,” I heard in my ear. “Do it again, do it again,” he urged. When I looked at the man again he had apparently liked what he had seen because he was pretending to read his newspaper, his eyes just a half inch above the paper watching me. I sat there for a moment, and then I looked directly at the man and smiled at him again, and I moved my legs in that feminine motion again crossing them and allowing my shorts to ride up higher. The man got the message, and a second later he folded his paper and got up and stepped forward. “Hello,” the man said in a cheerful manner. “Are you waiting for someone?” he asked. I responded to him saying, “In awhile, but not at the moment.” Hubby was practically yelling in my ear, “You go girl!” I invited the man to sit down beside me and we began chatting, only neighborly stuff, but it was a start. I learned the man was there waiting for his wife to return from a store down the corridor a ways, and he was just resting his legs and trying to be patient. The man asked, “Are you married?” I said smiling at him, “Yes I am. Does it matter?” He dropped his eyes and I could tell he didn't know what to say to my slightly bold response. He was just a nice guy, a family man with , and it was easy to tell he liked girls. “Do you come to the mall often?” he asked, and suddenly he stood up. “I see my wife coming down the way there,” he said motioning toward the long corridor. “I understand,” I said smiling at him. “It was nice to meet you. Have a really good day.” He nodded his head and walked away. “WTF,” my hubby asked. “What happened.” “It's time to go bubba,” I said as I took the ear bud out of my ear. As we walked out of the mall he was very complimentary. “You were fantastic,” he said reaching for my hand. “I'm glad you think so sweetie,” I said. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked grinning at him. “Oh yeah, a lot,” he said laughing. The car was at the outer edge of the parking lot. No one was watching so I unzipped him, but that was all I could do because the console makes it to difficult to lean over. As he drove us back home I squeezed him with my hand but I held back to not stroke him so he wouldn't cum. When we got in the house it didn't matter anymore. “Did you like that guy honey?” he asked whispering in my ear as soon as we were on the bed. “Yes, baby, he was a nice guy.” A few seconds later the gadget didn't matter anymore. He is always thinking. Always coming up with ideas. He is always so good to me. The last time he came home from Japan, the next day after he arrived he urged me to go to the airport with him to pick up a big box that he had shipped air freight from Narita, the big Tokyo Airport with a jillion shops where he actually bought the best gadget ever. The deluxe model of a Symbian, double donged and a hundred times quieter than other models, but maybe that will be for another blog later. |
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This is COMEDY guinea pig Bubba-Tallie! Reminds me of the bar scene in "Saving Silverman."  Ally should give up his day job & join the FBI. 
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This is COMEDY guinea pig Bubba-Tallie! Reminds me of the bar scene in "Saving Silverman." Ally should give up his day job & join the FBI.
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7/21/2021 8:40 am |
It seems like women never do that on their own, they always have to get urged on by a man to show tits and what have you.
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It seems like women never do that on their own, they always have to get urged on by a man to show tits and what have you.
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1 post 7/24/2021 8:20 am |
loved that story!
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