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Another Memory From My Private Journal
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Another Memory From My Private Journal Personal Journal, December 12, 2018 Sections: Life, Sexual Tag For Review – March 1, 2019 There is something I want to put in my personal journal so I can tag it for review again later. Since Aly got home from Australia about a month ago I am detecting some changes in his sexual personality. Aly is a very sexual person and has always had interesting and fun ideas within our married relationship. Sexually speaking we are very well matched with open minds and libidos that gravitate together in the sexual activities we enjoy the most. I have detailed our swinging activities in my journal many times and I won't do that further here. The changes I am detecting in Aly involve the more recent hot wife activities that we have enjoyed together almost from the first year we married when we had fun doing some MFM activities with his very select Navy buddies. I will explain further below. When it began initially and Aly and I started to realize what was happening we preferred the term “hot wife” rather than the term “cuckolding.” In our research of the terms, because the term “cuckold” seemed to imply the husband in a married relationship was something less than a strong man for himself, we preferred the term “hot wifing” in what we were beginning to do more of. Aly is not currently and has never been a weaker man of any sort. He is very confident in his own sexuality. He doesn't take a back seat in any way, and he enjoys the fact that women like him. He is a strong man for himself in the way he steps forward to make new friends, and in our activities to shake the hand in an objective and friendly way with another man who is interested in me. He participates in a positive, strong way that allows him to enjoy me as much or more than another male friend may enjoy me. His only rule for himself is to not participate in any sort of contact with another male sexually. He also asks me to observe the rule, but not for any sort of anti-social reason, but only for health reasons that he strongly feels is important for both of us to always observe in our own best interest of health and welfare. In his way of thinking there is never an opportunity for an exception to that rule, and for all his very understandable reasons I agree with him completely and act accordingly. The changes in Aly that I have detected are small, only minor incidents occurring recently that are involved with his own very personal pleasure of watching me with another man. His voyeurism has grown quite significantly in the two years we have been married. What can I say? Aly sometimes enjoys watching me have sex with other men, and with other women whenever it happens. He gets off on it. He loves it. He desires it for himself, and I love it because he does and I have no complaints because of the freedom he gives to me to enjoy my own sexuality in almost any way I want. I admit I am a bit of a mild side exhibitionist, and I do like it when he wants to watch, and sometimes participate in the 3somes, the MfM situations that allow me to be the focus of both men simultaneously, an activity that I very much enjoy for myself. When Aly got home a month ago, after we became satiated with each other during the first week he was back, the following week we went out a few evenings to just sort of explore to seek the sexual outlets that we enjoy so much together. It was obvious that Aly wanted to get his eyes full, and I was happy to make help him make it happen. I can honestly say I love him so much there are not many things I won't do for him. Aly took me to one of our favorite tourist lounges where there are always interesting sexy people. The lounge has a small dance floor and smooth easy sexy music that is fun to dance to with the men who know how to lead me in easy subtle ways to the dark corner of the dance floor where it is fun to get... nicely acquainted. Aly's tactics always seem to work, and I also do my part to assist our exploration by dressing in a way that men always seem to like. One of my best attributes is my legs, so typically when Aly and I go exploring I wear stylish skirts or dresses that are thigh high short nearly to the max that I can get away with in public. We have been to our favorite tourist lounge many times, and when we enter the lounge Aly guides me to the bar stools at the center of the long bar that the bartenders who know us always saves for us if we call ahead. Aly always assists me to step up and make myself comfortable on the fancy bar stools with the chair arms that make it easier to relax, and then he will rotate my stool to aim my legs at the crowd in the lounge. The result is, it usually doesn't take long for the more experienced men who catch on fairly quickly to send us a drink. My legs do seem to serve us well in such situations. Aly jokes around about getting my legs insured because he says they have a life long value that has considerable savings on his bar bill. Ha ha. He is only joking. When we went to our favorite tourist lounge the week after Aly got home we learned that certain things had not changed. Among the total of traveling men there are those who are shy, and there are businessmen or conventioneers attending their industry meetings, and other men who are restricted because they are traveling with their traditional oriented wives (that we understand and do not fault), and there are always a few men who are attractive and have the experience to catch on quickly to what they see of me at the bar. Typically those men are 40s, 50s, 60s, are well experienced in their own field and their own lives, and with a couple of drinks under their belt it doesn't take them long to pass by the bar to speak to us, or approach us directly to say… “Good evening, may I buy a drink?” That's the way it happened on the first occasion after Aly got home. After speaking with a half dozen men, we, mainly me, interviewed them so to speak, and they interviewed me. There was one man who was an obvious nice guy, and he was bold enough to subtly touch my legs, my calves and my thigh as he stood there directly in front of me very smartly blocking the view of others as we talked. I gave Aly our prearranged signal of my willingness and approval, and only moments later we invited the man to relocate with us from the bar to a very comfortable booth in the back far corner of the lounge. After getting nicely acquainted with an interesting, sexy man on the dance floor in a very nice way, I allowed the two men to squeeze me closely between them in the booth. The hem of my dress seemed to have a mind of its own, and with a little urging from both of the men it slid even higher up to the V patch, and that's when the kissing began back and forth between them. Only a few moments later the man invited us to his hotel room for a nightcap… “Where Tallie can be more comfortable,” unquote, because we were after all in a public place and I was a little nervous with the high possibility of others watching what was beginning to happen in the booth. I had told our new friend about my experience in the competitive world of DanceSport, and when we walked into his medium sized suite with a bedroom and a parlor, and a balcony, he turned on the music of the entertainment center, and he took me in his arms and we danced to the nice beat of the sexy music. Moments later he guided me into the bedroom, and Aly followed us to stand in the doorway to watch what was happening with me continuing to move to the music as the man began to undress me. I knew what the guy wanted, and what Aly always enjoyed, so I pushed the guy back to recline on the bed with Aly in the door way behind me, and I danced to the slow sexy beat of the music and began to strip it off in the way I knew how to do it well from my own experience with Aly and others. When I turned my back to the man to take off my thong I was surprised because Aly was no longer in the doorway. I looked out through the doorway and saw him all the way through the suite to the back that was a considerable distance leaning on the rail of the balcony outside the sliding door as he watched me. I crooked my finger at him to wave him to come closer, but he just stood there nodding his head and smiling at me to continue what I was doing. His action was a little puzzling to me, but I just gave him a little wave and turned back to our new friend on the bed. In only a few more moments I was naked, and then the man was naked, and then we were on the bed together. After the man had fucked me missionary style, getting into me really nice with my legs open and wide, after screwing me really nice we switched positions so he could fuck me doggy. I looked around for Aly and he was still out on the balcony watching from a distance. I thought to myself, it is like he doesn't want to be in the room with us. I was puzzled even more than a few minutes before and I started thinking faster as the man was fucking me doggy. My pleasure was rising fast as I was thinking… there is always a reason when Aly does something, especially when we are playing. Our new friend was about to make me orgasm again, and then I thought… ohhhhhh, Aly wants to enjoy thinking about me being alone with the other guy, and that is why he is so far away clear out on the balcony a distance away. I thought, he likes it because I am actually alone here in this bedroom with another man. I don't know why, unless it had something to do with my exhibitionist feelings, but it was a nicely pleasing thought that suddenly popped in my brain, and it splashed downward into my nipples and my pussy, and then I was cumming so reallllllly good with the guy banging me harder from behind while I was thrilling to new very sexy sensations with my hubby watching and seeming to want me to be alone with the who was inside me at that moment. The orgasm I was having so very nicely was bout to fade after a few moments, and then the thought hit my mind again with full force of what was happening with Aly, and my orgasm came back. It wasn't another orgasm. It was the same one that had not ended completely, and then I was chirping like crazy and pushing myself back on the man with and my orgasm seeming to splash throughout my body as it hit my pussy and my brain like a thrilling force that continued longer than usual. The feeling from my thoughts were so wonderfully thrilling and my sexual pleasure went to mountain high and way over my previous sexual bar. I just took it, and took it, feeling it so large throughout my body, and the man continued pounding me, and then he started cumming in me. I couldn't help it and I just started moaning, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me really good.” I fucked the guy in what was actually one little session that only lasted about forty-five minutes, and then I told him we had to go. He was a nice guy and walked us down to the car. He actually did me quite well giving me a double orgasm with the help from Aly's eyes on me as I was getting what I wanted, and I believe he was happy satisfied with what I had given to him. On the way home I told Aly about what I had felt in sort of a double in one orgasm that made it last far longer than normal, but I didn't tell him why. He thought I had caused it by getting so excited with the man, but I wasn't to sure of all of it and I didn't want to speak to quickly. I did tell him that even though it was only a quickie it was really nice for me. All he said was, “You should do that more baby.” I asked him, “Do what more?” I wanted him to be specific, to talk to me. He only said, “Do more quickies. Be spontaneous. Fuck more often. Have as many orgasms as you can.” and that's all he said, and my mind was beginning to get puzzled again so I just dropped the subject and continued massaging his cock as he drove us home. There was another incident, but this one was a little more extreme because of what we did for his birthday, what I did for him for a special birthday present. Aly had been gone off and on over eight months, a long time for us to not be together, and not just because we missed each other, but also because of the open minded type of couple we are together. I admit the normal battle of the sexes (not that, that is what it really is) is often not fair to the male side. It is just the way of the world that women out in society have certain opportunities more often than men. It is just a force of nature that women have more opportunities for sex than men, and especially when those men are in a foreign country with a different culture and less opportunities to meet women. Aly always seems to do ok in his own scoring opportunities, but it is somewhat natural in our life style that when we are apart I get more cock than he gets pussy. That is just the way it is by no design or score keeping. Aly and I both know how to satisfy our own needs when we need it, but because Aly did get somewhat stressed during the eight months because we weren't together to allow him his voyeuristic pleasures that he enjoys so much. Because I could tell he had been stressing I agreed with him that we could do something special as another little birthday present for him, and that gave him the inspiration to make a phone call to one of his good friends over on the Big Island… and that was ok with me because I knew his friend and had actually had dinner more than once with his friend while Aly was gone. The guy is a good friend of ours, a former Coast Guard Commander who resigned his post because he didn't want to work for Bubba Trump who he said was actually killing people in the public with his ignorant budget cuts that transferred Coast Guard funds to Trump's favorite agencies that kicked back funds to Trump's pockets. Aly's friend took good care of me quite well to say the least when Aly was gone, and Doori, my sweet little South Korean girl friend also helped me to take care of him in a very fun way. Aly and I have never done anything like what he was planning. Whenever similar things like this have happened in the past it was always just because we were on vacation or traveling for business and feeling good in a sexy place, and it happened in a spontaneous way that allowed me to just let my hair all the way down in an instant moment's happening and not even thinking about it until it was happening and we were into it, and I do mean so gloriously into it. When we did this it spontaneous ways in the past Aly enjoyed it immensely, and I admit so did I, but it has only happened a very few times, and in different ways and situations. No I have never had sex on a ferris wheel, but did think about it once. haha So anyway, Aly called one of his most trusted buddies, our Coast Guard friend over on the Big Island, Brent. A couple of days later Brent called Aly back and they worked out a date and location, etc. I already knew Brent pretty well because of what happened between us over the summer, and I liked him, he is a good guy, one of the best, a good friend, and as trustworthy and discreet as they come. Brent is one of the few guys I can trust completely so I don't hesitate to fuck him raw, no condom. Besides that he is a female heart attack hunk, and a really good man fuck. A couple of week ends later after they talked Aly and I went over to the Big Island on Friday evening and we met Brent for dinner, and when I was not present and gone to the ladies room he and Aly discussed the brief details of expectations for the following night. We had a nice dinner, and nothing else, except after dinner Brent backed me up against the car door and for several minutes we said a very nice good night to each other. It was a pleasant evening. Late the next afternoon, Saturday, I dressed according to Aly's wishes in very ass tight, white short shorts, my denim hip huggers that fit very low on my hips causing me to have a very breezy tummy, and with a boy button front open two buttons down and rolled down two more inches to make it really low on my abdomen. When I put them on and looked in the mirror they fit me just right with the top of my shorts only an inch above my pussy with my naval peeking boldly at the world. My shorts were more like a bikini but passed for quite brief shorts. On top I wore one of Aly's old black T-shirts. I had cut the shirt myself to be a baby T cut all the way around just under my breasts. It was cut so that if I raised my arms to high it was to much because my nipples would be exposed to whoever was looking. I wore it off the shoulder with the neck stretched out of shape to expose a shoulder, and with no bra underneath. I wore a soft satin white pair of tiny panties under the shorts, because I think thongs that stick up over pants or shorts are so tacky. I wore my new black strappie heels, and I looked in the mirror and asked Aly what he thought. He said, “Purrrrfect.” I told him I thought I looked like a Honolulu street girl, a . He said again, “Purrrfect.” Brent lives most of the way down to the south end of the Big Island and it took us a little while to get there in the traffic because of a fender bender that had to be cleared. We picked up Brent at his little bachelor house and we went down the road a little way to get something to eat at a little place where the tourists don't go and let a little time go by. We left the restaurant and arrived the little bar just after dark about 9 o'clock. It was just a little watering hole for the locals that was owned and run by an older retired Navy guy. There were only three or four couples in the place besides a table with three Coast Guard guys in civvies at a separate table, friends of Brent. Brent directed us to the table and introduced us to the three guys who had appeared to be bored sipping their beers, but they suddenly perked up. Ha ha The guys appeared to be from late 20s to mid 40s, each of them fit, handsome, and they made me feel rocking hot the way they were looking at me. Two of them were haoles, and one of them was a black guy. We sat down, the guys ordered more beer, and I ordered a shot with a pineapple juice. Chuga lug, chuga lug, and then I had another shot. At 9:30 p.m. the owner made an announcement from the bar for everybody to drink up because he had a late date with Malea, who Brent explained quietly was an older lady in the neighborhood that had no teeth. Ha ha Brent whispered to everyone at our table to just be cool because everybody was going to leave including the owner, and he had a key to lock up when we left. How convenient, I thought. Ha ha The owner walked out the door at 10 p.m., and Brent locked the door behind him, hung out the closed sign, snapped off most of the lights, and then he walked to the old style juke box and pushed play all. Then he walked over to me and held out his hand, and I followed him to the dance floor. Over the next hour I danced with all the guys, including Aly. When it was 11 o'clock Brent shut off more of the lights, and the only light in the little place was a lamp behind the bar, and the light over the pool table in the back. I had a little buzz from the two shots that I had chased with my pineapple juice, and I was feeling… relaxed, and nice. Aly asked me how I was doing, and I said… “How do you think I am doing schweetie?” haha, and I gave him my best street expression. Ha ha Brent had been smart enough to not introduce me to the others by my real name. My name was now Ellie, the name I had given myself before we arrived the little bar. I was from Honolulu, of course, and it was my night off as a Waikiki waitress so I could go to the Big Island with my friend Aly, one of my nicest customers. Ha ha The good looking mulatto black guy took me to the dance floor again, and this time his hands went under my baby T to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples with his fingers really nice. That was when the kissing started. When the song ended the next guy was there and the black guy handed me off to him, and the music started again. The second guy unbuttoned the remaining boy buttons of my shorts, and then his hand was in my panties with his other hand on my ass, and his tongue was in my mouth. I danced a couple more songs with the other guys, and then Aly was there to make sure I was doing ok. “Yes baby, I'm ok. Happy birthday sweetie,” I whispered to him as he removed the baby T over my head to make me naked on top. He put his arm around me and gently guided me over to the bar… where Brent and the other three guys were waiting. Aly sat me on the bar stool between two guys who were on each side of me holding me steady on the bar stool to make sure I didn't slip off of the stool from what they were about to do. The first guy stepped in front of me and I raised my butt so he could slide my shorts and panties off, and then I was naked except for my heels. The guy stepped forward between my legs. He was already hard, so I leaned forward and then he was in my mouth. Two of the other guys stepped around in front of me in turn, and I did the same thing and I sucked each of them on one side of me and then the other, but they each indicated they didn't want to cum yet so I released them when they pulled back. After sucking three of the guys I looked around for Aly, but he wasn't there nearby. He was all the way across the room sitting on the pool table by himself. I looked at him and smiled and gave him a little wave, and he waved back at me returning my smile. I suddenly remembered the last time a few nights before when Aly had backed off to leave me alone in a hotel bedroom with a man, and I began to understand more about the way Aly now seems to enjoy his voyeurship from a little more extreme viewpoint of his own… to think of me, and view me, fucking other men alone by myself without him there, and again, that is when my orgasms started… with Aly and I looking at each other directly… with Brent standing behind me with his hands under my arms and on my breasts to steady me as he leaned over my shoulder kissing my mouth. Two men on each side of me continued holding me steady on the bar stool, and a forth man was between my legs fucking me really nice. With each of the four men touching me in the different ways I felt so incredibly sexy, and the orgasms hitting me so nicely soft, and then hard, with Aly and I continuing to look directly at each other and licking our lips to make our own expression to each other. Aly made it obvious to me that he loved what he was watching, and I wanted him to know I was enjoying it so much… with men all around me, and hands on me everywhere. We had been at it for about 2 ½ hours with each of the four guys fucking me at least twice, and then Aly stepped forward and came to me. He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the back and laid me on the pool table. The three guys took that as their cue to leave, and they did, each of them coming to me and kissing my lips or my cheek. They thanked me and Aly very graciously, and then they left. With Aly's help I put on my shorts but didn't bother to put the baby T back on. Brent locked the place up and then we drove to his house with me on his lap in the passenger seat, the two of us kissing passionately with Brent's hands on my breasts all the way to his house as Aly drove. When we arrived Brent's house he picked me up out of the car and carried me inside and laid me on his living room couch. Then we were all naked, and Brent and I fucked on the couch in different positions for a long time… with Aly… omigod, actually outside the house looking in the living room windows watching Brent and I fuck… with me alone in the house with Brent. It was like I was fucking Brent by myself without Aly even being there although he was watching. It became rather obvious what Aly wants me to do, and how he wants me to do it, sort of. I was still confused. I was alone with Brent in the house, and I think Aly was only looking in the window because it was as far away as he could get and still watch in a convenient way. It appeared to me that he now had added something to his voyeuristic pleasure that enhanced his own sexuality. That's what I thought at the time, but I still wasn't sure. So last night while everybody else in the house was asleep, including Doori in our bed, Aly and I sat up very late at the kitchen table talking quietly. I asked him a lot of questions, and he answered them in an honest straight forward way like he always does. I asked him straight out if his sexuality was changing from a hot wife husband who likes to be there to watch… to a straight out cuckold husband who may sometimes wants me to go out and fuck other men without him, and then share the detail with him later, etc. He said, “Yes, but not 100%.” I asked him what that means? He said, “Please don't misunderstand. I love you as much and more than I ever have. I can't imagine not being with you, but sometimes now I want to imagine and then to know about the pleasure you have when I was not there. I enjoy thinking of you out there doing what you enjoy doing, but… I can't explain it well. But it is like… it hurts, but it hurts in such a very very pleasant way I crave it, I want to feel the mental sensations that turn me on so much when I know you are out there somewhere getting cock, and then you bring it home to me, your hot, wet pussy full of cum, and it makes my mind explode when my own orgasms so acutely hard that I've never experienced it like this before.” I asked him, “Do you understand how this new craving came to you?” He said, “I think it was just because we were apart for so long over those months, and my mind was whirling around thinking about you being at home and having your pleasure with your friends, and sometimes my friends, and sometimes just ad hoc spur of the moment friend when you wanted a good cock. It lasted so long and I guess I obsessed on it, and now I want to add something new like this just because it makes me feel so fantastic that now I crave the feelings.” I asked him, “So are you ok in all these nice new feelings?” He said, “Yes, of couse, I am just fine. Nothing else is disturbed or changed.” I said, “Are you sure baby, you really are ok?” He said, “Yes I am, don't worry, everything is fine.” I asked him, “So… do you want me to go out more often with other men?” He quickly said, “Yes baby, if you want to do it, it's cool. I would like it if you want to, but you don't have to. I mean, it's not a demand or anything.” I kissed him and nuzzled him and he touched me affectionately kissing me back. I whispered to him, “I want you to do something for me right now.” “Name it baby, no problem. What do you want me to do? I stood up taking off the robe I was wearing, making myself completely naked except for the flip flops on my feet. I took the pony tail clasp out of my hair and I shook my hair free. “I want you to go in and take a nap on the couch for a little while. I'll be back in a little while.” “Honey,” he said, “it's late. Where are you going?” “It doesn't matter what time it is,” I said. “I'm not going far.” “Where are you going?” he repeated. “I am going next door… over to your Dad's.” For a moment his eyes practically glazed over, his expression was suddenly morphing back and forth between awe and complete, total lust. “Is that ok with you honey?” I asked. His only response was to say, “Yes baby, ok.” “Ralph, come,” I said to my Akita, and he got up from where he was laying in the corner, and he walked out the back door with me and across the yard and across the luau grounds with me to my father-in-law's house. I could see the light of the television through the window, and I knocked on the back door, and a minute later the porch light went on. I stood there in the light stark naked, and then the door opened. Shortly after I walked into my father-in-laws house Aly sent the link below to my phone, and to his Dad's desk top computer. When it popped into my phone and I saw what it was I showed it to my father-in-law, and then I sent a text back to Aly saying, “Your Dad and I both thank you for the very nice present.” https://www.xnxx.com/video-hxvy399/fathers_i_d_like_to_fuck_2 Post note: Don't forget the pending tag date. End of entry  |
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"Memories....all alone in the moonlight." Damn, per usual you knocked it out of the park TallieAgra! Gave me a chubbie!   "I told him I thought I looked like a Honolulu street girl, a prostitute. He said again, “Purrrfect.” Me soooo Hornee, love Tallie looooong time!  
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I am always so disappointed the way the site system eliminates words that are to often critical to a sentence. I am sorry that happens, and I apologize to readers.
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Fascinating. As always, thank you for sharing. Your, both of you, openess is refreshing and exciting.  “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde
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That was soooooo erotic. I am very much like Aly and share so many of the same interests. I love when my Wife fucks other men in so many different scenarios. I got so hard reading that blog hon. What an amazing couple you are.
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Very hot..erotic!! Great read!!!
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