Mind of a Married Man

Where Did Everyone Go?

2007-01-26T19:52:00.000-08:00

Wow...I'm so slammed at work that I haven't had the time (or energy)to write. I thought my last entry would have gotten some feedback but not even one entry. Has my blog been abandoned? Become stagnant?

It used to be a nice outlet in many ways...both fantasy and reality. And the opinions/advice from the gals was great.

Well, I was joking about using some EVOO on my wife the other day 'cause Rachel Ray is just a little hottie that needs a good "man meat" sandwich and I asked her if she would do Rachel. She still doesn't get the whole male interest in girl on girl. I think deep down, most guys think once that got started, it would become a threesome and then he could be the stud in pleasuring both women.

Speaking of pleasure, that's something gone in my marriage. So I ask you, do you go outside of it? Or honor your vow and suffer...or get callouses? LOL on that for some of you I'm sure! But seriously, do married men and women actually meet just for physical needs without having to develop a relationship? That may sound shallow...but some people just want to feel sexually appreciated and satisfied.

I will try to write more often and get some regulars back...

Do What You Have To Do

2006-11-20T19:17:00.000-08:00

Well, while my last post was a bit dark and I did appreciate the feedback as it was soul-bareing, this entry is more even keeled.

I've decided not to play her games and feel bad about myself. I know what kind of person I am. And what's most important to me...my kids.

Knowing that children growing up without their father in their daily lives have all sorts of documented shortcomings, I'll do without for their sake. And hey, with luck, I might actually get "lucky" and be treated to sex once a month.

The hurt and longing are pretty much over. I've been without intimacy and tenderness for so long that it's just gone. Maybe when we're in our 60's and the kids are leaving for careers, we can reconnect in some tender way.

But I guess I'll always watch fading sunsets and think about loss and emptiness. Pretty sad for something that should be beautiful, inspiring, and a symbol of hope.

In times of duress, humans persevere by doing what they have to do.

I'm Baaacckkkk...in BLACK

2006-10-06T19:33:00.000-07:00

The setting: drinking some Sam Adams Octoberfest beer, listening to Prince double CD B-sides, feeling no pain or limitations.

The reason: being a bit lit up and not having any children responsibilities or wife BS to deal with, I thought of entertaining/educating you again.

Damn...in the right setting, Prince f'ing rocks...and this is coming from a Black Sabbath/Nirvana devotee...

SO, what's my bag man? Things are OK...but my wife's a bitch. It dawned on me tonight over sharing some beers with guys from work that this is the second time in seven years that I've had some guys over for beers after work. F'ing bitch...I'm a great husband...help with kids, clean up after dinner after her tough day of staying home and my f'ing stressful day at work, etc.

Yeah...it's the alcohol talking, but I'd love to f her in the ass and dominate her. Blow a load in her mouth. Just to show her I really don't give a shit anymore. I'm not going to kiss ass just to keep harmony. F that..and having to always initiate. I can do without...the innocent hugs from my kids is all the physical contact I need.

Sexy MF on now...know the song?

No, I'm not rambling...fully lucid....thinking about visiting gangbangsquad or bangmywife for kicks...maybe if she was treated like a slut and dominated, she might change her attitude. You know the one...the suburban wife that has it all and feels entitled to it. F you if you're judging me..you should be on your knees giving it up to your man with appreciation that he isn't getting it somewhere else.

And F you about issue I have. I'm a good man and deserve better. I don't need your analytical BS...

Nah...I'm not hostile...just fed up. My wife and I fucked like porn stars when we met in college. Was that just to land me? We did it all. Over time it's been reduced to just spooning and only if I nearly beg for it.

Women...men want to fuck. We want blow jobs. Physical intimacy equals love to us. And even more so when we don't have to nearly beg for it.

Gett Offf playing right now. We used to dance to this and Erotic City and hump on the dance floor and didn't care who saw us. (sigh) I miss those days. Not even the sex so much as the unity in the togetherness. And screw the ideas of getting it back. She's happy living in the past, bringing up past transgretions like raising my voice when I'm not liking something, etc.

Am I BLACK in mood...yeah. She's out of town with the kids this weekend. At her mom's throwing me under the bus. The great thing is I don't care. Her mother is an idiot so no loss.

If I wasn't strong in my Faith...I'd have a hottie grinding on my lap right now. Someone that would appreciate the time and tenderness I put into them with my tongue, cock, etc. How many woman would love 20-30 of oral complete with fingers, mini vibe, etc. I don't quit until asked.

Mentally I've quit though.

I'm tired of the games.

Easier to just pass out on the couch.

Sorry this wasn't more uplifting or left a lesson.

Life has a way of getting in the way...

I'm Baaaack

2006-09-01T18:29:00.000-07:00

Hey all...things are returning to "normal"...working, kids going to school, not having sex with wife because the pace at my new job is light speed so I'm wiped by 9PM. Far be it for her to initiate.

For whatever reason, she likes to brood and be unhappy. She even questioned me in a mocking way why my sudden interest in God. I would think that most people would welcome their spouse working on becoming a better Christian.

I've been thinking that when my son grows up, I should tell him to get as much as he can because the well dries up when you are still thirsty.

I told my wife that the intimacy of sex makes me feel closer to her. She said she doesn't understand why men need to perform this physical demonstration so often. Maybe I should just encourage her to eat more and get fat so I'll be repulsed by the thought of her naked. Yes, I'm shallow...physical attraction is important to me. Men ARE visual oriented...so what do you want from me...feelings?

Well, that's enough after a long lay off. I'll probably return to weekly entries.

Be well and live each day like it's your last...you just never know.

Apologies/Updates/Questions

2006-06-10T16:24:00.000-07:00

First of all, I do apologize for not writing for nearly a month. I guess my mind has been too preoccupied with looking for a job to enjoy a diversion like my blog. I checked the comments on my last entry and thank you all for your kind thoughts and comments.

To update you all, the job search has been going well. I currently have three opportunities that are close to making offers. Hopefully, by my next entry, I'll be happily employed, feeling secure again, and ready to pour my heart out to you all.

Now, for the juicy questions. My wife and I have been having way more "pillow talk" lately than what we ever did before. Of course, I have to initiate it, but she responds without any reservation or judgement. For instance, I recently asked her what good was thrusting into her if she could only climax by my rubbing her clit. She said it still felt good and that she liked it. She saw I was confused by her reply and asked why. I reponded that I suppose I could understand it like if she was gently stroking my cock and then moved onto something else (oral, doggie, etc.) that took me to climax.

Now, we've been married nearly 20 years and we never talked like this before. Maybe we were too embarrassed, maybe too into ourselves, maybe worried about what each other would think. What I do know is that this new openess is quite enjoyable as we learn and see a whole new side to each other.

So, first question is, did you need time as well to speak openly about various sex related subject with your significant other?

Moving on, I asked her to get on top so I could watch her enjoy herself. She said she didn't feel any different on top and that she thought it was all about show for the man. I thought many woman could climax easier on top and asked if when she moved her hips at different angles if my cock didn't rub against her clit. She said no, sex always felt best to her with me thrusting into her in various positions. Comments ladies?

Oh, for the questions from my last post. We're mostly using condoms when having intercourse now that wife is off the pill, but we are doing that about 50% of the time and the other 50% is either oral or just hand jobs. We both really like looking at each other naked and using our hands to get each other off. She also really likes watching me come and I find that a major turn on. She's never once been turned off by how much or how far I shoot my load and never has complained about if there was a wet spot on the bed. And now that she's off the pill, the wetness isn't just from me!!! I love it when her juices are literally oozing out of her and there's a sucking sound as I thrust in and out!!!

I think that she secretly loves that I am so turned on by her and that I get so crazy but that she doesn't want to be see as a "bad girl."

My plan for tonight is to tell her, while fucking, that she should whisper something really dirty in my ear right before she comes so I can come with her at the same time. I enjoy holding out as long as possible so I can come with her. Talk about two hearts beating as one.

Hope all is well with you all in life and love.

Z

No Pill=Happier Wife (and Husband!)

2006-05-08T15:15:00.000-07:00

First off, apologies to all for my long hiatus in writing here. I've been going nuts looking for a job. Searching the internet job boards is a job in itself!

In addition to that, I've been spending more time with my wife talking and discussing issues between us.

One thing she decided to do was stop taking the Pill.

As other women attested to in an ealier question post by me on the subject...WOW..what a difference! Wife is more patient, horney, playful...really just more her "normal" self again. She goes with the flow more, isn't so "angry", and constantly is flashing her naked body at me.

And once we're in bed...what a difference! Wet like a 16 year old in the back seat of a car. Shaved to a nice little patch. And the direct verbal utterances like, "oh, do you want me to suck your cock?" and then some very enthusiastic follow-through on the question!!!

I asked God to bring us back together again and it looks like we're headed in the right direction. I really don't want or need any other woman than my wife. She still wonders why I think she's so hot (because she is!) and how I could be so horney for her on a near daily basis.

Here's to things working out. Now, if you could all just say some prayers for me on the employment front...

Oh, I would suggest kicking the Pill and see what your experience is like. I know we're both happier that it's gone.

Kicking Me When I'm Down

2006-03-25T20:52:00.000-08:00

As if my marraige problems weren't enough, I was let go from my job of four years this past Monday. Only had 11 months to vest in profit sharing...$40K would have been waiting there.

Why did I lose my job?

Because of my anger at my wife...and male bashing in general...I snapped at my boss (company president) in a sales meeting and told her I wasn't going to put up with her sexually discriminatory remarks anymore.

I've been putting up with her shit for four years now because I really wanted to get that profit sharing. I was going to leave after that. This woman is a terrible leader, boss, person. She a hypocrit like no other you've met. Has a split personality (8 year old girl), see's therapists for multiple issues, and is a huge liar.

I'm not sure if I'm going to pursue a lawsuit against her or not. Waiting till I get all my compensation checks and then will evaluate my options. They made me sign a declaration that I wouldn't work for any competitor, that I didn't have any company property in my possession, etc. I thought vacation time was earned and they owe that to me by law and couldn't withhold that in lieu of signing this document.

I might even contact a woman this president let go because this woman was an alcoholic! That's against the law!

SO, I really don't see this as a loss...except we have no money or insurance. On the bright side, my Spirituality kicked in and I truly believe what happened was for a reason. Wife and I have been closer...even had sex last night - she initiated it! - and the job market is hot. Sent out 30 high quality job replies this week alone and had a great interview already.

Funny how liberating putting your worries onto God is! I'm calmer than I have been in a long time. Normally, I would be freaking out about money, no insurance, etc. I just have a feeling that everything will work out fine.

Hope my regular readers are well and experiencing peace in their lives.

The Kindness of Strangers

2006-03-17T13:47:00.000-08:00

I do appreciate your kind thoughts. Funny how those you've never met can take on your burden so as to lighten your load.

I guess that's what really defines humanity.

Share the pain because you relate to it. You've been in that black hole, numbed to life's joy, feeling like you don't know what's real.

Yeah, I'm down in it. Wallowing. Drowning. Looking for something to grasp onto and pull myself out.

Betrayal.

I've never known that experience before.

The worst opposite of love isn't hate.

It's indifference.

Because you don't care to even get mad.

I alternate between being angry and indifference.

Without faith or hope, all is lost. What else is there to sustain?

Emotionally Absent Father

2006-03-16T13:27:00.000-08:00

That's what I believe has plagued my wife for many years. Her father was at home, but wasn't there for her or her sister. Mother and father finally divorced when she was around 11 or 12. Sister got married young, had kids, husband abusive, messy divorce.

All predictable as effects of an "emotionally absent father".

What I'm looking for are articles on this that relate specifically to daughters and how it affects their own marriages.

With a possible cause, one can find a possible cure.

And possibly find happiness.

Can you help me find happiness again?

I did all the possible Google searches on this but nothing was concrete and specific on how this could affect a daughter in her own marriage later in life.

I see a glimmer of light at the end of a dark tunnel.

Depths

2006-03-15T13:29:00.000-08:00

What do you do when you realize the finality of a situation?

When there's no joy. A perpetual feeling of emptiness, nothingness.

Do you put on a brave face to those that need to be shielded from the ugly reality?

Do you ever really know someone?

We're all just in a trance, in a calculating dance.

I'd like to just disappear for a while, but responsibilities prevent that healing.

I suffer as my wounds slowly heal.

But the scars will always be visible reminders.

Living a Lie

2006-03-14T13:01:00.000-08:00

How do you recover when you learn that something/someone you believed in was just an act, a lie, a true hypocrisy?

Are we all just actors on one big stage?

Do we live complicated shadows?

Sometimes I feel like a snail on the edge of a razor.

Splay me open...I've got nothing to hide. Too bad I can't say the same about those that betray.

Psst: I found a new, tasty blog!

2006-03-01T12:10:00.000-08:00

In a voyeristic kinda of way, I peruse the links on the blogs I have listed as favorites on mine to see what I might be missing.

I came across one today in an indirect way from one my my favorites,
Girl with A One Track Mind

SexyUKgirl is delightful in its honesty, lightheartedness, and self photos. Geez...where were these women when I was single?

I have a feeling SexyUKGirl would be quite a handful...in bed and intelluctually. Mmm...my favorite combination!

My "S"'s are running on empty

2006-02-27T12:55:00.000-08:00

Yes...Satisfaction and Sex are non existent these days for a myraid of reasons. My blog friend Aprhron suggested SSDD (believe he meant SAD: Seasonal Affective Disorder)as a culprit for this slowdown for me (and for sexblogs in general).

As I write this, I hear Jackson Browne's "Running on Empty" playing through my head.

And the damn thing is, I really haven't missed the sex that much because I've had some sort of bacterial infection that makes swallowing very painful. I'm wiped out and don't have any enthusiasm or drive to try and overcome my wife's obvious SAD, chemical inbalance after childbirth, low libido from birth control pills, etc.

Just once, after 15 years of marriage, I'd like her to be spontaneous and say something like, "I need a good fucking" or "you've been under some stress lately, let me suck your cock and drain that stress from you". But, that's not her style and one can't really expect others to play a role that really isn't within. (A man can only wish that his wife would release her inner slut occassionally...)

For example, I do all our own taxes as I'm good at it, know our financial picture better than anyone, and find it a bit of a "game". She operates a home based business. I've reminding several times in the last few weeks that I was just wating for her numbers so I could begin our return.

While it wasn't directly her fault, the software program she uses (based on home party sales management) screwed some things up so she had to go thru her records and manually tabulate some income and expense categories. She got very aggrivated and while I remained calm, I did tell her that this was another reason why these home party sales companies are full of SHIT! When one figures out the time spent in record keeping, selling, order, driving, etc., the take home profit is near $2.00/hr.

She doesn't like to hear that and I tell her that she'd be better off, happier, more personal time, etc. if she didn't do this business anymore. Even though she had around $5K in losses, it only means an extra $600 in our return amount! After she replied to a question in a nasty tone, I told her half jokingly that "if any woman ever needed a good ass fucking," it was her. Well, she didn't share in my chuckles on the subject needless to say.

While I honor her preference not to have anal sex, there are times where I would like to dominate her and kinda put her in her place. I know that doesn't sound like a loving husband, but dammit, I've done alot and offer alot for her to appreciate and I still get complaining and bitching. My thought is maybe if she had some hard cock up her ass, she would learn to think about other things.

It seems that up until the last year or so, she was content not being the dominant partner in the marriage. By dominant, I mean the strong one who sets the current and future course. And it's never been like I don't try to share power with her and that we don't discuss things or that either person has more of a "vote". She's just not a future thinker and is more in the moment. So I take the reigns of the future with a strong hand and gallop into the fading sunlight.

I suppose I silently appreciate her strength and have for all these years. If I was married to someone who was too submissive, I think I wouldn't respect her...it would be too easy to not listen to her requests and go ahead with my own selfish pursuit. And in this case, some hard ass fucking that (in my mind) we both enjoyed. But, if she was submissive and allowed me to do this and didn't enjoy it, that would be akin to rape, no?

To end on a positive note, my other S's, Spirituality and Stupidity, have been in great supply lately. I'm good with my Maker and with people like George Bush (UAE port deal)and Bode Miller (downhill skier)keeping the gene pool weak, there's been plenty of news sources to keep tab of instead of keeping track of exactly how long it has been since my wife and I even kissed much less had sex.

Out of things to say?

2006-02-23T11:21:00.000-08:00

Someone mentioned this on another blog and it got me thinking in the same vein. Are the relationship/sex/marriage blogs tapped out? Is there nothing more to say?

I must say that Young Suburban Wife really pushed the envelope and was really a great blog because there wasn't any phoniness to it. Talk about real!

I've been checking up on some of my favorite blogs and they certainly aren't being updated daily like they were a few months ago. Some even now only post 1-2x a month. This is not a condemnation...just an observation. Is it burn out or truly thorough examination of the subject to the point of not having anything else to discuss that most readers would find appealing/educational/entertaining?

Food for thought...look at your Comment quantities. Have they dropped? If so, to what do you attribute the drop?

Dick Cheney: Much to do about…

2006-02-16T10:59:00.000-08:00

dare I say nothing? Is it our paranoia that every public official must tell us about every hiccup lest there be a coverup or conspiracy? Or is the ego of the DC press corp that inflated this issue?

IÂm just amazed that this has grown into the issue it now is.

HereÂs how I see it:

Hunters are out on a Âhunting lineÂ . One guy walks ahead of hunting line without informing fellow hunters. Guy who doesnÂt follow hunting line procedures gets shot. End of story.

While I donÂt think he HAD to tell anyone about this, Cheney should realize that when you are an elected official, your rights to privacy are pretty much over and you have to explain your every action, decision, etc. This is the same precedent for deciding libel casesÂis the person a Public Figure or not?

Believe meÂIÂm no fan of the Bush regime. But a bumper sticker joke making the rounds kinda sums this up:

ÂIÂd rather go hunting with Dick Cheney than driving with Ted Kennedy.Â

When are we going to realize that BOTH parties suck and we need radical reform. Vote Libertarian and make things change.

Also, we need to make our voices heard to the mass (sometimes hysterical) media. Stop the sensationalism, the bias, the constant negative. Have the guts to end your broadcast on a higher level by showing us something good in the world. That course of action might just play in Peoria. (for marketing mavens)

I've been Tagged...

2006-02-08T11:03:00.000-08:00

by Apron

he tagged me with:

"List 5 imperfections that you find annoying but could or have learned to live with. These are NOT deal breakers but they are irritating and annoying. But if your 8 perfect characteristics were met, you could learn to put up with these. Pass this on to 5 people. Preferably those with impossibly high standards."

If I understand this correctly, these are imperfections in other people and not myself. Man, if I thought about myself, we'd need a couch and a LONG time to discuss!

Nonetheless...

1. Not focusing on one completing one project at a time. The resulting chaos in having multiple things half finished at the same time makes me nuts!
2. Rudeness/lack of manners. No reason why anyone shouldn't be treated in a civil manner and with respect.
3. Closemindedness. People that are rigid in their beliefs turn me off...and scare me a little that they are allowed to breed and pass along their ideologies in genes or in teachings.
4. Not having the same sex drive as me. My wife isn't the explorer or aggressor in our sexual relations. She'd be happy to spoon for the rest of her life with oral thrown in occasionally. After our second child, she claims doggie style hurts. For a man, that's really a blow as that's one of the most visually stimulating and satisfying positions. But...I've learned to live with it.
5. Lack of forgiveness. People that "write off" others for even a minor indiscretion are too shallow for me to deal with.

Now, I'll have to think about who I should tag...

Can you handle the truth?

2006-02-01T13:41:00.000-08:00

After watching the Flight 93 movie on A&E 1/30/06, I decided to do some poking around.

I didn't like what I found after reviewing various sources of information and forming my own conclusion.

I believe that if necessary to protect greater loss of life, the military must eliminate a threat...even if it costs American lives.

Perhaps the experts don't believe that we can handle that difficult decision and that we can more easily swallow a story that the plane crashed during heroic efforts to overtake it.

Targets in Flight 93's path included nuclear reactors and heavily populated areas. I believe that since earlier targets included western symbols of power and commerce, the hijackers were enroute to either Camp David or more likely the White House. Just think of the message and resulting feeling a crash on one of our most revered symbols would have created here and abroad.

There's too many inconsistencies and too many things (symbols, larger amount of lives, etc.)were at risk to believe that it conveniently came down in a field. Well...make that two fields, a lake, etc.

I can handle the truth...can you? And if so, why can't our leaders let us do so?

Americans never fired on by their own? Hmm...Civil War and Kent State are a few things that come to mind.

Comfort and Observations

2006-01-31T14:23:00.000-08:00

The kids were taking a nap this past weekend and as my wife and I have been surprising blunt lately, I looked at her and asked if she wanted me to go down on her. Perhaps an orgasm would help her back and chest pain was my suggestion.

I followed her path to the bedroom where we silently undressed. I was struck my the knowing we shared...we wanted to bond sexually, we both wanted a release, we both needed and wanted sex.

I kissed her once on the mouth, looked into her eyes and asked her if she wanted me over her at an angle or facing her between her legs. She replied that she couldn't reach me (meaning play with my cock) if I was down between her legs.

So, I moved diliberately down to her soft folds and my first tongue probe made her gasp. I love that. And I know when I'm really getting to her because her hand reaches over and starts pumping my cock with increased tempo.

After a few oral orgasms, I looked up at her and asked her if she wanted me to fuck her as well. Nice and gentle spoon style. After handing me a tissue to wipe my chin of her juices (which cracks me up that makes her squeamish), she turned onto her side and lifted her leg to expose herself.

I slide in effortlessly and after awhile start stroking her clit. Her ass comes alive and starts bucking back to take my cock in deeper and at an angle that will hit her sweet spot.

After two more orgasms for her this way, she asks if I'm close. Well, I was too into her and not getting too wild that it would hurt her back that I didn't fully let myself get into the sensation.

I asked her if she wanted me to finish for her or if she wanted to. This is where I observed something that I never realized. She takes great pride in making me come! She said that she would do it and that she wanted me to get over her so that I would come on her tits! I looked down while she admiringly stroked me and I somewhat rocked back and forth like I was fucking dogging style. It didn't take long for me to come and it happened with such force that she remarked that I came on her face. Well, that was good for a few extra shots and she continued until I was spent and there was splashes of come all over her chest, arms, and neck.

Funny how a simple hand job can provide so much comfort and satisfaction...for both partners.

Down A Spiritual Path...

2006-01-24T13:59:00.000-08:00

Some regular readers may remember some of my Spiritual related posts. That is one of the "S" words that was the basis for this blog. I can't put my finger on it, but over the last year, I've both consciously and unconsciously made efforts to delve into that area both inwardly and outwardly.

While I've been taking a few minutes when I first arrive at work to thank God for my job, health, happiness, and family, I also bought a book entitled, "Jesus Unplugged". I did a Google search for Jesus and related phrases as I was looking for more insight to the man and his actions, but not from a heavy handed "religious" view.

I picked up this book last night on special order from Borders based on some brief excerpts I viewed from some on-line reviews. As I walked to my car with book in hand, I had a peaceful calm that I rarely experience. Often my mind is awhirl with "to-do's" around the home, career frustrations, etc. I smiled to myself as that calm was also met with a vision of me going down on my wife Sunday afternoon and I said a silent thanks to God that he gave me such a beautiful and challenging wife. I knew at that moment that I just had to post this topic as it was quite surreal...walking with a book on Jesus and thinking about oral sex with my wife!

One interesting path of note in my spiritual awakening occurred while I watched "The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe". I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone if they're waiting for it to come out on DVD so I'll just say for those that have seen the movie, the scene with Aslan, the Witch, and the Stone Table moved me to tears. I still get choked up about it a bit and on the surface it seems rather silly. But when I think of the realities/symbolisms of this, it's hard to be moved if you are a Christian.

While writing this, I came up with a new slogan:

Faith...It Does A Soul Good.

and to show that I'm not without sin...a blowjob from my wife also feeds my soul!

Looks that Kill

2006-01-16T13:32:00.000-08:00

Have you ever looked at your spouse and really, I mean REALLY, disliked them? Even despised them? Have you ever felt like you were living with a stranger?

I’m not sure what happened in the last several weeks, but my wife and I have reverted to not really wanting to spend any time with each other. I told her that this time, I’m not going to go out of my way to make her feel special, loved, etc. since I don’t get that same affection back. Why must I always initiate even the most basic of verbal or physical gestures? She hasn’t said, “I love you,” in over a year…maybe longer. I’m not sure if she’s ever said I’m a good father (which I most certainly am and have been told as much by others).

What really opened my eye up to her feelings was an email I sent to someone in her family. I was discussing my ideas to celebrate her upcoming birthday and the reply I got went into details about our marriage, how I should treat my wife, etc. Obviously, she would have to discussed this as this person lives in another state and isn’t around us that often to where they could make any observations.

Now, I’m not saint and I admit my shortcomings, but I’ve come along way since our children were born. For some history should you think I’m a male chauvinist or lazy ass: when newly married and no kids, I ALWAYS went grocery shopping with my wife, did laundry together, cleaned the house together, and made our lunches during the work week. On the other hand, I wasn’t a very patient person and expected near perfection out of myself and others.

After the kids were born several years ago, I mellowed considerably and don’t have the same expectations. We don’t have the time to do things as much together anymore and because she’s a stay at home mom, she offered to do some chores during the day when I’m at work. However, I still take care of all the outside chores, clean up after meals, maintain the vehicles, handle the finances, and take care of all fix-it things…all without being asked.

Yet she complains – all the time! – about how much work she has, how tired she is, blah blah fucking blah! And when we start to discuss something, she reverts to the past to describe my behavior, attitude, etc. I told her yesterday I’m tired of being crucified for past sins…why can’t she base her opinion on the here and now? Frankly, I think she is ungrateful for what she has and feels safer in criticizing than in complimenting.

Remember my strike post months ago? I know realize that it’s not about proving a point. I’m not sure if I can ever really be intimate with her again. Oh don’t get me wrong…I’ll still perhaps bang her like a screen door in a hurricane…but I don’t think it will be as deep meaning and I’m unsure if I’ll really give a damn about her satisfaction. Hell, I can’t even have any “doggie style” because she says it hurts. And I never pressed the issue.

She said that sometimes with the way I speak to her, I don’t respect her. That was a huge dagger in my heart. I’ve never cheated on her, never done anything to dishonor or embarrass her, and have provided a very comfortable life for her and the kids. Hell, I just inherited some money and didn’t give it a second thought about putting it into one of our joint accounts. Maybe there are times where I don’t use the best tone of voice. But sometimes instead of challenging my persona, maybe she should just accept my way. We both have strengths and weaknesses. I’m more strategic, intelligent, and financial minded. She’s more artistic, nurturing, and able to multitask.

It seems like she now wants to be passenger and driver on the road of life. When I question a decision of hers – so I can understand it BEFORE making a judgment as to whether I agree or not with her decision – she immediately becomes defensive and resents my questioning. Gee, I thought we were in a partnership. Do I make decisions without discussing with her? As Jim Belushi would say, “Nnnoooooo.”

She’s never been too forgiving…you cross her once and she’s done with you. I’ve told her that’s just her protection mindset again so she can't get hurt. She didn’t have much of a relationship with her dad and after really ignoring her and her sister during their early years, he left when she was 11. I believe she has a lot of issues from that.

When we start talking, it inevitably ends up with hurt feelings and labeling. I don’t like the labels but I think she needs to hear them so she can perhaps understand what it is I’m unhappy with about her. For instance, I’ve told her she’s frigid because I can’t believe that it’s normal to not want sex at least once a week and be able to go 3-4 weeks without it; not have any fantasies or find other men sexually attractive and be able to discuss those with me, or not initiating any type of intimacy with me. I’ve also told her she’s a “victim” because it’s always someone else’s fault…I’m to blame for her being unhappy and thus not wanting to have sex with me.

I’m not sure what it is…but she’s changed – I’ve told her as much and she’s admitted it –since our second child want born 5 years ago. Less patient, less tolerant, less loving towards me…while I’ve gone completely in the opposite direction and am constantly complimenting her, showing her affection, etc.

She referred to herself this morning as the BBB…Big Bad Bitch. I didn’t say a word; I just kept getting ready for work. I joked yesterday that maybe what she needed to correct her attitude was a good hard fucking. She didn’t find it funny.

I suppose living in a loveless marriage is better than not living together for the kids’ sake. If we’re at least civil and decent to each other, the kids won’t take any damage (unlike her) with them into their future relationships. I guess I’d rather deal with this so I can see my kids every night.

Will this temporary setback diminish over time? Probably…it seems like we’re in this cycle of repetition. But the hurt of her comment – and my realization of what she doesn’t say – is going to last a long time.

So for those MOAMM readers that enjoyed my previous sexcapades, it doesn’t appear that I’ll be regaling you with steamy tales anytime soon.

Well, unless I do a shower scene again for my nosey neighbor! Ah, to be a man with a healthy sexual appetite and to be stuck with a wife who has zero desire. I can just hear all the comments to this post saying, “welcome to the club!”

I'm a Bond man Living In A Dr. No World

2006-01-11T10:25:00.000-08:00

I thought of that title while working out one morning and watching AMC's "Bond Girls" retrospective. I was struck by the feeling that while some of us celebrate the characters in the James Bond movies, others see them as demeaning, sexist, whatever to the female persuasion.

So I ask, what's truly wrong with being a Bond man?

My definition of a Bond man is that he is chivalrous, sophisticated/suave, poised, and well-mannered. He appreciates beautiful women, enjoys some vices in moderation (is a shaken Martini really a vice?), and is determined in his course of action.

I watched some of the "Bond Girls" talk about themselves and what being one meant to them. They didn't have a problem with it so why do some women?

I'm sorry, but one of the most classic lines in movie history is when James is waking up on Goldfinger's private jet and into his vision comes a lovely girl. She introduces herself as Pussy Galore to which James replies with a slight smile, "I must be dreaming." I'd wager every guy that's ever seen that either breaks out in a smile, laughs, or nods their head in appreciation. My wife loves the line too...mostly for my reaction.

Other memorable Bond Girl names include Honey Rider, Octopussy, and Plenty O'Toole.

What I'm trying to say here is what's wrong with celebrating the differences between man and woman and having them exist in a certain (but NOT exclusive) role? I wonder if feminists that decry these movies as sexist also feel the same about romance novels. I don't see the difference. Mysterious/brooding/attractive/dangerous man saves the day and the woman and they end up having an earth-shaking, angels singing romantic tryst.

For grins, I think the earth did move for many Bond Girls when another famous line, "Oh, James!" was uttered at appropriate moments.

It appears to me that these "traditional" roles are frowned upon. Men don't offer various courtesies to women naturally anymore for fear of being refused or worse, chastised that women can do it (open a door) themselves or don't need it altogether. If men weren't becoming devaluled in modern society, then explain the popular phrase, "men are only good for one thing." We're ony good for insemination? Wow...that's a pretty bleak outlook for mankind.

As a man, I have actually had the opportunity to work in an environment that promotes female values, desires, and differences over those of men. Routinely, the president of our company will label a problem as having "too much testosterone" as the reason for the problem. What's frustrating about this is that she's older and wasn't part of the Boom where men started viewing and treating woman more like equals. I don't see sex or color, I just see talent and results. I don't care about anything else in the business world than those two elements.

But I certainly form an immediate opinion of a woman who hypenates her name. Why take the man's last name at all then? And if you really want to be strong, agree to not seek any alimony and stand on your own two feet if things don't work out. Split child care costs 50% since you now have very well paying jobs...or at the very least, have more marketability than men. Sit at an intersection during rush hour sometime, count 100 cars, and add up how many men and women you see travelling to/from work. I've done this numerous times and am blown away that it doesn't add up like a high school penny probability example.

If I have offended anyone with these comments, I'll tell you right now, don't leave a comment talking about YOUR feelings. I've seen my share of emasculated men controlled by agenda-minded women. I find it offensive that men and women can't choose the roles that they might be naturally inclined to follow because they feel pressured by those who tell them it's wrong.

I think I'll make a martini (shaken and dirty of course) when I get home, slap my wife's butt, and tell her she's for dessert because she looks so good.

Misc. Thoughts/Rants

2006-01-06T20:13:00.000-08:00

Hi all!

Sorry I haven't been posting daily lately. I've been distracted by various subjects and I wish I could go into detail about them with you but as I've alluded to in past posts, my true indentity must remain unknown for various reasons. Just deal with it...no intrigue hunters please.

So, what's been on the MOAMM? H1 work permits discriminating against U.S. born citizens, not having to perform foreplay/considerate behavior sex, Beatles lyrics, fleeting feelings of emptiness, a desire to know more about Jesus, a desire to get high and experience a mild altering trip like others I've had, and having more patience with my children.

What a diverse mix, huh? And unfortunately, I believe, none too thought provoking for any of you regular readers.

If you really want to make your significant other feel good about themselves, tell them immediately after reading this something that you appreciate about them. Not a physical thing like, "hey baby, I love your tits." Rather, something like, "I appreciate the effort you put into dinner each night." Or, "I appreciate your parenting efforts."

Most employment satisfaction studies show that the biggest reason for being unhappy in the job is because of lack of recognition for efforts. That doesn't mean salary...it means being told, "good job." Something I'm afraid many people don't tell their loved ones enough.

Go ahead and do it right now.

Ringing and Flinging in the New Year

2006-01-03T12:35:00.000-08:00

We're pretty much homebodies on New Year's Eve. We're caught in that age group where were too old to go to the nightclub and too young to go to some cheesy supper club/VFW hall/etc. thing.

We're learned to take a nap around 9PM and then we can wake up around 11 and be together sipping champagne as the clock strikes midnight. We watched some classic comedy shorts with the theme being "flinging in the new year". How appropriate that title would be the next morning.

After waking up and having a lengthy discussion on how she "wanted it" - not to mention some nice missionary thrusting and grinding - she encouraged me to get the vibrating cock ring on. Completely turned on by her horniness, I put the ring on and return to the missionary style so that the ring would hit her just right.

The unmistakable twitches and contractions of her impending orgasm began shortly thereafter and I knew she wanted to come bad because she would occassionally reach down and reposition the ring's "tongue" so it stayed on target.

We held onto each other tightly and without much thrusting, came together gloriously. However, my need to come with a big release raised it's head so to speak so while kneeling over her, I pumped my cock hard for a bit and bam, come started flinging out all over her. For some reason, my wife has always enjoyed having me come on her (maybe so that she doesn't have to swallow!) and when much younger, believed that rubbing it into her ass and tits was the best mositurizer due to the protein quantity. Funny...I never questioned her belief!

So, 2005 in our house ended with a snooze and 2006 began with a bang!

Hope you all had fun and that 2006 is all that you envision.

Sometimes the Wait is Worth it!

2005-12-20T14:05:00.000-08:00

This could be a long post...so just a forewarning. I'll try to stick to highlights.

The kids were out of town this weekend and we had a Christmas party to attend. So, its kind of like a date night and the banter between my wife and I during the day was playful and spicy.

She knew I'd be making up "movies" about what we would do that night and asked what I had been thinking. As we haven't taken a bath together since we've moved, I said that I wanted to be on my back with her above me so we could each give each other some "oral lovin'." She liked the sounds of that so much that when I asked her if I needed to "manscape", she toyed with my cock and balls and bit and told me to take care of business so she could later.

Well, seeing as how we don't get to go out as a couple that often, we stayed at the party later than we both expected. On the drive home, she said she might be too tired to "play". I agreed with her and knew that meant some hot morning wake up sex. I was a little dissapointed that I didn't get to see her mouth stuffed with my cock (LOVE that sight) but I drifted off to sleep with visions of her in my mind.

We slept in to about 7:30AM - late for Married with Kids - and while I stirred awake, I started fantacizing about the ways I would like to "have" my wife. Oh, so naughty...threesomes, anal, titty fucking, you name it. And frankly, we've done it all except the group sex stuff.

As she stirred awake, I cuddled her and stroked her in a non-sexual way. "Are you horny?" she asked with feigned suprise.

"Of course I am," I replied. "I'm always horny around you. Just to show you how much..." As my voice trailed off, I removed my clothes and pressed my pre-cum dripping cock against her thigh.

"Hmm," she cooed, "looks like you've been thinking about sex, huh?"

I did something next that I started doing recently and for some reason gets us both hotter. I took a generous amount of my oozing lubrication and started stroking her outer pussy lips with it. I like doing this so I can then easily part them to get to her inner lips and clit which have been getting juicy in anticipation of my attention. It never fails to amaze me that while she seems dry "outside", she was wet and ready further in.

As we stroked each other with deft hands and mounting tension, I told her of one of my earlier waking dreams. Since we couldn't go down on each other, I wanted something else to drive me wild visually and that she couldn't think I was "weird" for thinking of it.

I told her that I wanted to start in a spoon position and have me use a slim vibrator on her clit. Then, when we got close to coming together, I wanted her to lie on top of me - her back on my chest - and use the vibrator on herself while I thrust my cock in and out.

She complied by rolling onto her side, lifting her leg slightly, and looked back at me with hungry eyes. We started out slowly as we don't use toys that often and we didn't know how intense it would feel to have the vibrator directly on her clit. We both were enjoying ourselves and could feel the pressure building.

"Let me get on top of you," she panted and moved carefully so as to not have me slip out of her. I tenderly passed her the vibrator and then placed my hand on top of hers to guide it down to her clit.

Within moments, she began bucking like a horse and crying out with pleasure. I was busy grabbing her thighs, breasts, ass cheeks,you name it. This was hot husband & wife fucking at its best! I had a nice view of her trimmed mound and she was really working that vibrator up and down on it. Her cute little hot red painted toes were curled into the sheets to get a better grip so she could match my thrusts with an opposite thrust.

This is a VERY intimate position and really frees up my hands and arms for embracing, fondling, etc. We couldn't last as this was just so hot so I gave her some verbal encouragement to have us come together. She normally doesn't talk during sex and doesn't use "dirty" words, but this time was different.

"Yes, baby, I want to come with you," she moaned.

"Are you close?" I gasped, running low on air and energy as I had to support alot of her weight (about 125 lbs) on my chest plus my frantic thrusting was giving me a great heart workout.

For whatever reason, I cupped one of her breasts in one hand and really started playing with the nipple. That did it because she started spasming on my cock which caused a similar reaction in me. I reached down, grabbed her ass, and pounded her furiously yelling, "oh yeah baby".

As we slowed down, she exclaimed that I must have been saving "it" up for her again, because there was ALOT of come in her. I just smiled and said, "I did my husbandly duty just fine then...I gave you pleasure and obviously I enjoyed doing so."

We recovered in bed for awhile afterwards and shared the glow of sharing ourselves with each other.

Besides the new variation, it was nice having a quiet house, no time contraints or impending projects, etc. Just a husband and wife giving and receiving pleasure.

Poor Paris Hilton. She doesn't truly know the meaning of "that's hot." And perhaps many people don't know how much somethings are worth waiting for!!!

A Tale of Lies: Home Party Sales

2005-12-16T14:30:00.000-08:00

I saw a Mary Kay sticker on a van yesterday that got my blood boiling. It said something to the effect of "empowering women one at a time." BULLSHIT! The only empowering going on in these pyramid scams are the founders and early joiners making money off those doing the actual work and selling on the lower steps of the organization (read income producing) chart.

My wife works for a "gourmet" food home party company and when you figure out all the time that goes into one of their "easy parties" - bookkeeping, product ordering and delivery, party marketing, actual party time, etc., she makes less than minimum wage.

There have been bona fide studies done on these "stay at home and make a living" jobs (I call them scams because you can't earn a "living" doing this) and only 4% of those working in these jobs make over $10,000 a year. Tell me, if this was the path to financial independence and offered true profits to a family budget, why the need (and the resulting incentive) to recruit more team members and earn off of them?

Simple...attrition! You've got to have the numbers to make this work. While the food products my wife sells are pretty good, they're WAYYYY overpriced. So, regardless of how good a salesperson you are and how creative you are with the foods (my wife is awesome in both respects), you cannot earn more per week than if you were working 20-25 hrs part time at $8/hr.

For my SAHM (stay at home mom), she finally admitted that it was about feeling useful in a business way and having places to go and socialize with other women. Now, of course, I've told her that if she finds a cute little cookie to bring her home so we can taste her treats.

She's learned some good presentation skills, gained confidence in public speaking, and learned that perhaps the food industry in general is where she would like to resume her career in the next year or two.

We've agreed that the promise of earning measureable money from being a home party sales consultant is a fallacy. She's lost money every year for the last four years despite winning sales contests and goal levels. I say lost because once you figure in your expenses and vehicle depreciation, you'll have a loss despite showing profits. And we don't even claim a home office exemption!

Take it from one married man...your marriage will be better if you don't get involved with one of these home party companies.

On a lighter note...Guts or Balls?

2005-12-14T13:35:00.000-08:00

GUTS or BALLS

We've all heard about people having guts or balls. But do you really know
the difference between them? In an effort to help you know what you really have, here's the definition for each:

GUTS - is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being
assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you
still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"

BALLS - is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of
perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass
and having the balls to say: "You're next."

This certainly relieved some Stress I was feeling today. Now, if I can just get some Sex tonight as well...

A new take on 'Twas the Night Before CHRISTmas

2005-12-14T13:32:00.000-08:00

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the town
Not a sign of Baby Jesus
was anywhere to be found.

The people were all busy
with Christmas time chores
Like decorating, and baking,
and shopping in stores

No one sang "Away in a manger, no crib for a bed."
Instead, they sang of Santa
dressed-up in bright red.

Mama watched Martha Stewart,
Papa drank beer from a tap.
As hour upon hour
the presents they'd wrap

When what from the T.V.
did they suddenly hear?
'Cept an ad.. which told
of a big sale at Sears.

So away to the mall
they all flew like a flash...
Buying things on credit..
and others with cash!

And, as they made their way home
From their trip to the mall,
Did they think about Jesus?
Oh, no ... not at all.

Their lives were so busy
with their Christmas time things
No time to remember
Christ Jesus, the King.

There were presents to wrap
and cookies to bake.
How could they stop and remember
who died for their sake?

To pray to the Savior...
they had no time to stop.
Because they needed more time
to "Shop til they dropped!"

On Wal-mart! On K-mart!
On Target! On Penney's!
On Hallmark! On Zales!
A quick lunch at Denny's

From the big stores downtown
to the stores at the mall
They would dash away, dash away,
and visit them all!

And up on the roof,
there arose such a clatter
As grandpa hung icicle lights
up on his brand new step ladder.

He hung lights that would flash.
He hung lights that would twirl.
they never once prayed to Jesus...
Light of the World.

Christ's eyes ... how they twinkle!
Christ's Spirit ... how merry!
Christ's love ... how enormous!
All our burdens... He'll carry!

So instead of being busy,
overworked, and uptight
Let's put Christ back in CHRISTmas
and enjoy some good nights!

Merry Christmas,
To ALL my friends!

The Most Looked Up Word On Search Engines?

2005-12-13T13:55:00.000-08:00

While listening to the radio this morning on my drive into work, I heard some morning DJ say that the most looked up word on internet search engines is....

integrity

"Surely," I thought, "the most looked up word has to be SEX." The reason for my belief is for the last several days, I've been clicking on many blogs' links and going into a breadth of places and discussions I didn't previously fathom.

Tales of switch bondage and discipline, pros/cons to various dildo devices including the Feeldoe (more on this later...), swinging lifestyles, and many people comfortable with displaying pictures of themselves engaged in a wide variety of sexual situations.

I don't know what to think of this. I can't help but wonder how anyone gets anything done with all the writing, picture taking, fantasizing, and actual performing. But, as a favorite Seinfeld saying goes, "not that there's anything wrong with that."

However, doesn't it get a bit tiring after awhile to read the umpteenth post about how someone sucking or fucking another person without much variation from a multitude of other similar posts? Perhaps this is a multiple hit on my "S" list of topics...Sex and Satisfaction. As in, I can't get any Satisfaction from the common and mundane posts about sex. But that's my take on someone else's thoughts...and I feel guilty about making a judgement about another's thoughts.

I guess that's where writing talent comes into play and those entries that are full of imagery and subtle nuances are what really gets both my heads heated up.

In other words, bland burgers are fine to soothe an immediate hunger. Like White Castle "sliders" when you've had too many drinks and have the munchies. But to really feed one's soul and nourish all your senses, you need meat of nearly indescribable flavor with toppings that create a dining experience to be savored over and over in memory.

Am I making any sense?

Well, as I mentioned earlier, I read some posts on some obscure literature site about the Feeldoe and how it isn't that great for woman on man sex. Issues ranged from the size, to the stability during vigorous sex, to the sensations women feel. I was interested in this because it sounded like my wife could "give it to me" while having an orgasmic experience as well. I envisioned her thrusting faster and faster because the Feeldoe was hitting her clit and g-spot perfectly while the whole cerebral thing of fucking me doggie style while I stroked my cock really took her to a place never before visited much less imagined.

That's the problem with expectations and fantasy. Many times they fall short of the "movie" we've made in our heads. And as I've mentioned in the past, sometimes having that new movie is what really, for me anyways, makes for memorable, whole body orgasms.

So dang...I'm disappointed in the Feeldoe comments as I wanted to explore this with my wife and then post an entry that wasn't vanilla.

Now, if any of you have different actual experiences with the Feeldoe, by all means share them.

What goes on in a Married Man's Mind

2005-12-07T12:09:00.000-08:00

In no particular order, I thought I'd give loyal female MOAMM readers some insights from one member of the male species. And remember, a mind is a scary thing to taste...with or without fava beans.

- Pregnancy is not always a turn on. It wasn't about the baby getting hurt...I just wasn't into having sex during that time. I suppose it was about self-restraint as I prefer to have sex with very few limitations.

- After watching my wife nurse our first born, I saw women in a whole new light and couldn't even look at breasts without being turned off. And if I started to oogle a pair, I felt guilty doing so. Man, what a mind fuck! It took a good year to get over this and start playing with my wife's breasts again and feeling OK with noticing other breasts and admiring them.

- I look at our young daughter when I'm giving her a bath and I feel guilty about wanting double standards. I want my wife to act like a slut sometimes yet I can't stand the thought of some goofy boy thinking of my beautiful little girl in the same manner. After all, my wife is someone's daughter. I'm going to have some long, serious talks with my daughter at a young age. Not to tell her what to do...but rather to give her perspective, options to consider, etc. I mean come on, blowjobs are now a party game? No way my little girl is going to play...I'm going to teach her about self respect and mutual respect.

- I sometimes don't want to do foreplay, be gentle, respect my wife's preferences, etc. While we we having a conversation/argument the other day, she was sitting up on the bed. It took all my will power not to go over to her while standing, unzip my pants, tell her to shut up, and stuff my cock into her mouth. Yeah...I know...really romantic and mutually satisfying. What I offered was oral pleasure to her as an "ice breaker" to get past the situation That didn't happen...not my loss.

- I'd like to have sex with other women but feel I must honor my wedding vows as well as not breaking a Commandment. It's a shame as my skills and caring would most certainly be appreciated. I've explained this to my wife as while I would like to have sex with a particular person (Charlize, Angelina, Reese, some of the Weather Channel hotties, etc.), that doesn't mean I would want to live with them or spend my life with them being a true partner.

- MILFS are hotter than Twentysomethings. Any woman can look good. But a mom of several kids...and if she works on top of that? Then add in that she KNOWS what she's doing with all her "charms" and you can give those women an A for effort!

- I like outfits and fantasies. But I also like to be hugged and thanked for doing even a mundane task. It doesn't always have to be headboard pounding sex to feel satisfied.

- Not sure if it's the peak testosterone thing, but morning sex is highly preferred over nighttiime sex. More time, energy, and really starts the day off great.

- Sex to me is a buffet with many delicious entrees and sides. There's no one dish that trumps all others. There are some you would like to get more off, some that are introductory offerings only to find low acceptance, etc. Like any buffet, variety is a must or boredom sinks in.

- I'd like to see a live sex show or orgy with my wife. I wouldn't want us to participate but rather for her to understand and appreciate that this turns me on...and that hopefully she would be turned on by it as well and the two of us would then retire privately to release our pent up lust.

- Guys send other guys pictures of naked women via email. We're not little boys giggling over Dad's Playboy. Like our fathers, we like to see a little "strange" every now and then and have a little daydream on how we would give these lovely women orgasmic bliss like no other man before us.

- I'll leave you with this final thought...that guy that sits across from/next to your cube/office? He's had you in his mind in every way imaginable. If you're really good friends and your attractive, ask him. He's lying if he says no.

Karma on my previous post (Merry Christmas)

2005-12-02T08:52:00.000-08:00

Wow...this is scary. Just after I penned my last entry, a friend sent me this link based on a conversation he remembers us having around this time LAST YEAR!

http://news.yahoo.com/s/usatoday/20051202/bs_usatoday/someretailersgivethewordchristmasanod

(My apologies in advance for not making it a live link...I don't know how and I've asked this question several times in my blog as well as checking out the help section. Frankly, the software should be sophisticated enough like Word or Outlook that when you preceed something with http:// or www. it automatically makes that phrase a live link)

Boycott Happy Holidays

2005-12-02T07:45:00.000-08:00

OK...I've tantalized you for sometime with just one of my "S's" so I need to intrigue with another, Spirituality.

I'll be frank...it irritates me to no end that retail clerks are lemmings and follow corporate orders to not offend anyone by saying Merry Christmas. Check it out...the next time a clerk wishes you Happy Holidays, ask them if that's how they feel or if they've been instructed to say that by a manager.

My wife says I take this issue to an extreme when I reply with a hearty "and a MERRY CHRISTMAS to you too." Hey, I don't go to church and I'm not a "perfect" Christian, but I have my beliefs and my personal conversations with Him.

Whatever your beliefs, isn't it possible, knowing how mankind can be so cruel, to not believe that a man named Jesus was crucified on a cross...and that common men did that to Him?

I'm just standing up for Him like any compassionate person would when a normal man or woman was being wrongly attacked either verbally or physically.

When the hell are we going to stop thinking with our wallets and stand up for what we believe? We're going to PC ourselves to where nothing can be more imporant than an alternative. Someday, this may even mean that parents and the government share legal guardian rights over the parent's children.

You can do something about this. You can take a stand. Edmund Burke summed it up quite succinctly: "The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing."

Or for my regular Sex readers, from Tony Montana in Scarface: "Is this it? Is this what it's all about, Manny? Eating, Drinking, Fucking, Sucking, Snorting? Then what? Tell me, then what? You're fifty. You gotta bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra; they got hair on 'em. You got a liver, it's got spots on it, and your eatin' dis fucking shit; and you're looking like these rich fucking mummies in here. Is this what it's all about? Is this what I work for?"

So in the old school tradition, "Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!"

Do Women Really Like The Taste Of Cum?

2005-12-02T07:31:00.000-08:00

Really, this isn't a troll. It's something that I've often wondered about but don't have that many close female friendships (wife CAN be a bit jealous/possessive...and that's cool with me!) where I can just bluntly ask, "so...do you swallow and is the taste of your BF/husband/etc. cum enjoyable or at the very least, negligible?

I mean, you see all these movies with the starlets licking the cum off their fingers and you read posts about women going crazy if they haven't swallowed their man's cum for awhile. Maybe I'm just naive and can't decipher reality from fantasy posts.

But I've often wondered if maybe if I ate a specific diet, my cum would be more palletable and my wife would swallow it. It would allow for a complete oral sex experience then since currently, she either senses my impending release or out of love and respect, I tell her just before I unload, and then she finishes me off nicely with her hand.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining and I know she getting some pre-cum into her so that's fine. And we've been close other times where she probably got a very small taste before moving her mouth off when I began really coming.

I just wonder if we're both shortchanging ourselves?

For what it's worth, she won't kiss my mouth after I've gone down on her either. I thought that might be erotic but she casually moves her mouth away when I've tried. Interestingly, she has no problem rubbing herself for our mutual enjoyment; has never been squeamish about me coming on her anywhere; and hasn't been embarrased by one of her occassional very wet orgasms.

Maybe it's just a taste/odor thing?

Just a quickie

2005-11-23T09:54:00.000-08:00

Well my MOAMM readers...not THAT kind of quickie. Rather a quick question/poll of sorts. My wife has forgotten to take her pill often in the last several weeks and I'm wondering if that had anything to do with her more adventurous approach to sex.

Have any of you on the Pill forgotten a few days and noticed any difference...esp. right before your period?

Have any of you gone off for an extended period? What was the outcome?

Basically, what I'm asking here is have you personally experienced any change in sex drive on/off the Pill?

Happy Turkey Day!

A New Game (LONG)

2005-11-22T08:10:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure if it was because we had a good night's sleep, we made some progress around the house, the kids were gone, or combination of all those elements plus a good Bacardi Limon & Coke to loosen things up...but I got up the courage to suggest a sex game to my wife. I say courage because sometimes when I come up with a new twist on sex, she makes a commment to the effect that I'm too kinky or why do we "always" have to try a new idea?

But like I said, the mood was right and my mind had been thinking about this for awhile. And, since we fell asleep on the couch the night before, my wife suggested that we "get busy" before dinner. Cool...she's on the same wavelength of wanting and needing sex.

"So," I purred, "what kind of sex do you want?"

"I don't know," she repled coyly. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," I began bluntly, "you can have your choice of oral or doggie style. But I have an idea for a game of sorts."

"What kind of game," she asked with a smile spreading across her lucious lips.

"Well," I began, "we both have to tell each other a fantasy that we've wanted with each other and then we'll flip a coin to see which fantasy comes true."

She smiled again and waited for me to continue as she's the more passive one when it comes to experimentation. I can only remember a few times that she introduced something news to our encounters...but for the most part, she's welcomed my suggestions. So as a side note to readers, keep working on that spouse/significant other. Don't let them or you make you feel like a nag. Your intention is to share something special and fun with them. Make it happen!

I took a deep breath and began. "I've been thinking about this all afternoon, I said as I peeled off my briefs to reveal my very hard and pre-cum wet cock. "Hmm...you must have," my wife replied eyeing my cock with more than just casual interest.

"I have two fantasies and if I win, you get to choose either one. Both involve me going on you first. Once you've come several times and you beg me to stop, you either have to get on your knees while I'm standing and give me a blowjob while playing with your pussy or you have to get on top of me cowgirl style and play with your pussy."

My wife absorbed this without any eye rolling or other visible displays of exasperation. "Great, she's definitely into this," I thought while awaiting her reply.

Looking straight into my eyes with a hunger I see occassionally (when she's rested, happy, etc.)she stated her fantasy was "to break in our new master bathroom shower."

This shower is very large, you could have an orgy in there, so this idea sounded fun to me. But, from a "logistics" stand point, I'm taller than her (6'1" vs. 5'8" and my cock is pretty big and rock hard) so any insertion is difficult as she has to stand on her pretty red tiptoes.

We flipped the coin, make our side choices, and it landed on tails...her fantasy.

In a blink of an eye, her clothes were off and the shower was steaming up. We got in the shower and our hands were all over each other. We french kissed like teenagers on a hot date and she stroked my cock with her hand and rubbed it against her body while looking at it appreciatively.

After some deep, passionate kissing, I asked her if she would like my tongue elsewhere. No sooner than she said, "sure," I traced my way down her body with my tongue until I reached her tender lips.

With the warm water cascading down on us, I got on my hands and knees while she leaned back against a shower wall and parted her legs. I started tonguing her clit gently at first and as it swelled, I began sucking on it. Encouraged by her moans and caresses on my shoulders, I slowly inserted a finger into her and began searching/thrusting for her g-spot. Her reactions got more frantic...her hips starting bucking onto my face and fingers, and she said she might not be able to stand up.

By this time, I was like a lust driven animal bordering on the edge of being out of control. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked while stroking her legs and rear. "Umm, no, I'm just worried that I'll pass out," she replied. "Maybe I should do something else then," I replied lustily.

I stood up and embraced her while turning her around so her sexy rear was facing me. "Oh yeah," she acknowledge my intentions, "do me good and hard." I pushed my cock up into her in one stroke as she was quite wet from the shower and my previous attention. Normally I don't do that as she's always been on the tight side, even after two kids, and I don't want to hurt her...just please her! But this was different...this was a husband so turned on by his wife that I just had to show her how much so.

She arched her back and stood on her toes so I could really drive into her. Our bodies slapped together in lewd harmony as I kept up a rapid pace while reaching around and rubbing her clit. But something made me want to slow down to prolong our pleasure.

"What's wrong?" she panted. "You didn't come already, did you?"

"Of course not," I replied somewhat breathlessly. "You always know when I do. I just thought you needed a little more tongue." With that said, I again slid down her body, pausing to suck her slippery, juicy tits and nipples and then dove in again on her trembling pussy.

"Isn't it going to be weird doing that after what you were just doing?" she asked as I began. "Nah," I replied. "I love doing this to you." The thought of me going down on her after my cock was in her must have really turned her on because she started coming almost immediately after I started this second round. For a little more pleasure though, I thrust two fingers up her while teasing her ass with my second hand.

She began shaking and making cries of pleasure while again thrusting onto me. After she recovered a bit, I again took her from behind, but this time I told her to keep her feet flat while I leaned back against a wall and wickedly drove up into her from a lower angle. She must have liked this angle and how it didn't cramp her toes and calves because she started thrusting back onto me and asking me if I liked that. "Hell yes I like it when you fuck me back," I grunted, getting deeper into my building orgasm.

This is were sometimes when we've gone too long and it's been an intense session that I can't seem to reach climax unless we do something "over the top". My mind is racing with so many thoughts that I can't seem to focus on one thought that brings me my relief.

For some reason, I decided to pull my cock out of her and rub it in between her ass cheeks. The steam from the water, our sweat, and the remaining natural lubrication from her pussy made this little valley a pleasureable and new experience. "Ahh, this is nice and nasty...my wife's never been fucked like this before," I happily thought as I increased my speed and pressure.

"You like that, huh?" my wife asked with realizaton and then did and said something magical. She reached around and put her hand over her ass so my cock would have more friction and said, "fuck my ass baby and shoot your come all over my ass and back."

Because she rarely speaks like that and so bluntly, it was like a dream come true. I watched with satisfaction as my thrusts obliged her requst with repeated powerful spurts of come up onto her back, onto her ass and among her fingers.

While trying to gather my composure afterwards, my sexy, classy wife embraced me and we shared a tender hug before "cleaning" off and laughing about our shaking and aching leg muscles.

When we left the quarter from our game in our bathroom's top drawer, we smiled the knowing smile husbands and wives share in private moments. That quarter will most definitely be flipped again soon.

Fun (and games!)

2005-11-15T15:11:00.000-08:00

Well, I was into my Mr. Fix it mode last night and was repairing/replacing things around our "new" home last night. After I replaced the shower head much to my wife's pleasure, I kinda did a Tim Allen thing and remarked that she could show her appreciation with a blow job.

She replied that she's been busting her butt around the home too and that she's the one who should get a blow job. I smiled inwardly as that isn't punishment...that's a treat to me! I love going down on my wife as she really enjoys it and it gives her such pleasure. I get aroused just thinking about it right now. Wait...have to shift in my seat to "adjust".

I took her statement one step further. I said that it's a shame that we've never made a game out of this as a payback. For instance, whenever she buys clothes, towels, or anything else that has a "tach it" to it on the price tag, the end piece ends up on the floor. Kinda cute but also annoying. Come on...how hard is it to cut the piece off over a garbage can? So I've said in the past that everytime I find a "tach it" on the floor, she would have to give me a blowjob. We never made that game a reality until perhaps today. When mentioning this fun game idea again, she said that she would play along but that the rules were the same for me with a pet peeve of hers. I often get to the dinner table after she's seated and her and the kids have started to eat. That really bugs her and if I commit that crime, my dessert that night will be "muffin".

Either way, I don't lose. Even if I have to go down, I'll use my hand on myself for even more pleasure for her and a blessed relief for me. After all, you can't give oral sex to your hot, sexy wife and not need an orgasm yourself, right?

Talk about fun and games! Can't wait to have her try out the new shower head on her clit either...maybe I'll get some more "thanks" from that as well!

The lesson here is not to be afraid to introduce some playfulness into a relationship at any stage. Sure makes things interesting.

A Neighborly Introduction

2005-11-07T13:43:00.000-08:00

Well, the move into our new home is going along well, but between getting things settled, cleaning things, fixing things, etc., there's been little time for "fun" things. Well, we did "christen" the house into a home last weekend with my wife on top to finish me off while I clutched her ass and pounded her into to me while urging her to fuck me and make me come...but that's another story.

This entry is about our single, divorced neighbor. She's always inquiring about hanging out, having a few drinks, chatting across the fence, coming over for an impromptu visit, etc. She's lonely, bored, and wild at heart. Unfortunately, there is no physical attration to her from either of us (damn...a little interest between the gals could have been nice...)so the relationship will always be just as friendly neighbors. But friendly can be interpreted in many ways.

This past weekend, I worked around the house on various projects until late afternoon and really needed a shower. As we only have temporary window coverings up on windows, there is a good gap on each side. One such window faces directly into our very large shower. With my wife's interests at heart (well...maybe mine too!), I did a bit of manscaping and trimmed some untamed growth. As I was shaving, the combination of my now smooth cock and shaving cream began to feel good and I started to get hard. Even though I was tired, I gave myself a few nice squeezes and pulls to see if I could get anything started. The aformentioned smoothness was enhanced by our new watersoftner so my hand truly felt like a nice warm mouth or pussy. As I started to think about some hot little fantasy, I caught a flash of movement outside the window in the gap.

Sure enough, our neighbor had been walking through our backyard and stopped to look in. I looked only briefly as I suddenly had the urge to give her an introduction she wouldn't forget. I turned so that she would be able to see my profile but that it would be easier for me to see her watching than for her to see if I could see her. I waited a bit and sure enough, I could see her edge up to the gap again to take a look.

My cock was at full hardness now and I kind of leaned back against the shower wall with my shoulders and thrust my hips forward so my cock would really be in great view. I put my other hand on my hip so I looked like a strong, determined man that wasn't embarrased to give this show. It really turned me on to know she was watching me and I gave her quite the show. I switched hands, speed, facial expressions, you name it. Hell, if I had a vibrator, I would have used that on my ass for her enjoyment. Finally, I came in powerful spurts that shot through the water and splattered on the wall next to the window. I made sure to really spread the remaining come on my hand all over my cock so that it would need to be cleaned off. After all, I wanted to show her how much her watching did for me!

I had to turn around afterwards and wash myself again (and run my head under cooler water!) and I noticed she had left. When I got dressed, I asked my wife if our neighbor was over and she said that she (our neighbor) told her she had come over for a visit but had to go back home to take care of something urgent. Hmm...I wonder if she had to go home and take care of her needs? Mmm...that will be a nice little movie I can play in my head sometime...

Anyways, the next day, I see our new neighbor and we have a friendly chat. She says she knows we're working so hard on the house that we have to have some fun now and then...but not too much...or people won't think we're friendly. I responded by saying something like that I'm pretty sure she knows we're friendly and aren't afraid to show it...and she agreed with a knowing smile. Damn...I wanted so badly to ask her what she thought of my friendly "display", but that might lead her on to think this would go anywhere further. Besides, not knowing is part of the fun. Does she know that I know and vice versa.

Well...I guess it's not a bad thing being a friendly neighbor at times. And I might just start referring to myself as a "handyman" around her for fun!

Info about Me

2005-10-28T11:41:00.000-07:00

I saw this on Venting Housewife's blog so I thought I would do it as well. We're STILL moving in to the new home and it's been zero sex...although there was some nice leg and rear patting this morning. Ah the weekend approaches...one can only dream. Just a shame we've gotten into this funk as we were really connecting there for awhile.

Copy this entire list into your blog
BOLD everything about you that is true.
Leave plain anything that is false about you.
Put an asterisk (*) at the end of false statements you would LIKE to be true.

Here goes...

I have had sex while wearing a blindfold. I have blindfolded someone else during sex. I have had sex while watching porn.
I have had sex while surfing porn on the Internet.
I sleep better after sex.
There are some nights I cannot sleep without sex or masturbating.
The bed is NOT my most favorite place to have sex.
I am turned on knowing someone is watching me masturbate.
I have masturbated for someone over a web cam.*
I have had sex over a web cam.*
I will have sex with someone I just met if they turn me on.
I have been tied up during sex.
I have had sex with someone who was tied up.
I have dripped wax onto a lover's body.
I have had a lover drip wax onto my body.
I have a foot fetish.
I have a leather fetish.
I have a tickle fetish.
I like being choked during sex.
I have had sex in a burning building.
I have erotic art on display somewhere in my residence.
I enjoy nudie magazines.
Erotic toys are a regular part of my budget.
I think PLAYBOY is tame, maybe even boring.
I have clicked on porn links in my email.
I know the difference between girl/girl and lesbian sex in porn.
I have watched more than one gay/lesbian porn video.
Much of what I know about sex comes from porn.
Interracial sex turns me on.
I think we should do more to understand the cultures of sex.*
I would participate in sex research given the opportunity.*
My current lover does not sufficiently meet my sexual needs.
I currently have a "crush" on someone of the same sex.
I have had sex at my place of employment.
I am often disappointed in my sexual relationships.
Some people might describe me as a nymphomaniac.
I am difficult to live with if I'm not having sex on a regular basis.
I sleep better with someone snuggled up next to me.
I have had sex under water.
I have had sex in the snow.
I am in a polyamorous relationship.
I have to have music playing while having sex.
I have had more than ten orgasms in one night.********
I have flashed strangers.
I have given sex as a gift.
I have set-up a three-way for my lover.
I stopped during this list to have sex.*

Favorite sites (links didn't show up in last post)

2005-10-20T12:11:00.000-07:00

For whatever reason, the links I refered to in my last post didn't show up. So, here's two sites I check often. One is amateur and the other is just fantasy. But they do deal with hot topics and the visuals really get me going! I've been tempted to buy some of the films as they don't have the typical model porn star that is unobtainable for most guys...and her body is unrealistic for a working mom. Give me a horny mature woman anyday!

www.amvc.com

www.gangbangsquad.com

Enjoy!

I'm Back...And As Naughty As Ever!

2005-10-18T12:45:00.000-07:00

My last post created some good replies. Venting Housewife said "A fantasy I had was being dominated and my husband tied me up, and then stood over me, masturbated and then came all over my tips and face. Kinda messy but I loved it."

To which several regular women readers voiced approval of this same fantasy.

Let's discuss this a bit more as I would happily oblige my wife in this if she really wanted it.

Being dominated...how do you mean exactly?

Tied up how...in what position?

Where is your husband positioned while masturbating? over your face...over chest?

Does he say anything while he performs?

Does he force you to perform oral sex by thrusting into your mouth?

Does this fantasy begin or end with any genital stimulation for you?

I'm also curious as to where this fantasy comes from...are you into spanking or bondage in general? Have you ever been in a submissive situation by force or choice?

I like the way this sounds and have tried doing some shower performances for my wife. I don't think it does anything for her though.

Oh...we're moved in but have A LOT of cleaning and unpacking to do. We've been so tired that sex is the last thing on our minds. We both chuckled pretty good a few nights ago when I asked her if she wanted to "get busy." There's hope for this weekend if we catch up on some sleep. 4-5 hours a night sleep makes for VERY low libdo. The only flicker of interest on my behalf was checking out a favorite site of mine

I really like that site as I like to see non-model types having sex in all forms. While not as real, I also like for its pure hardcore raunch. I'd love to see something like that in person for real.

See? I'm not dead...just tired!

A Treasure Chest of Fantasies

2005-10-12T08:30:00.000-07:00

Well, our home move is tomorrow so you might not hear from me until next week. In perusing some of my favorite blog links, I read someone's comment about creating a Fantasy Box or Treasure Chest. Please feel free to take credit here as it was a great idea that really got me thinking.

I've got some great fantasies that I would like to share with my wife but for whatever reason, I feel it might be better if she absorbs the idea in writing as opposed to feeling like she has to immediately respond to my verbal desire.

So, once we get settled into our new home, I'm going to build/buy a Treasure Chest to where I can put the following written sexual treasures into. These are in no particular order but they have been floating around in my lustful mind for awhile.

I hope these get you as turned on as they do me and that that tide you over until I return next week!

- While I'm standing, I want my wife to kneel/crouch and perform oral sex on me while either using her hand or a vibrator on herself. The conclusion of this would have me cumming on her face or breasts. Kinda of a domination/servitude scene.

- While in our new whirlpool soaker tub full of bubbles and candles are ablaze, I would like her to stand up, bend over, and tell me to fuck her. Alternately, she could stand up or lay back on the tile surround and request that that I perform oral sex on her. Seeing her covered with bubble foam and illuminated by candlelight would be awesome.

- I would like her to use a strap on (like the Feeldoe) on me anally while reaching around and stroking my cock. She gets to be in total control and power of this entire role reversal. One variation has her taunting and teasing me, making me beg her to allow me to cum; another one has me stroking my own cock for her visual delight.

- I'd like to attend a couples/swingers event where we can watch others have sex. We wouldn't particate in this...just observe. Another variation of this has us going to one of these in another state and performing with each other to an audience while they give us lewd verbal encouragement.

- More role playing like meeting at a local bar and pretending to be strangers. We check into a motel and have sex all over the room.

- A long time ago, I bought her a G-spot vibrator...the kind that curves up to hit the sweet spot. I would love for her to lay back and give me a private show of her using this to climax. I could perhaps deliver her half way by going down on her as well as stroking myself.

Well...those are the top ones for know. Of course, I wouldn't be a guy if I didn't have the her and another woman deal or even a strange guy for a dp session for her. But, she really doesn't have any interest in that and I'm cool with that as well as it seems neither of us want to share the other with anyone else.

If you have any other ideas...or favorites that you've experienced for real...feel free to post them!

Are Women's Orgasms Different?

2005-10-10T10:18:00.000-07:00

Well, I'm no dolt...I'm sure there are differences, but how they differ is where I would like to explore/discuss. And I'm not meaning those from clitoral stimulation vs. Grafenburg stimulation, tongue vs hands, etc. I mean in overall body response.

For instance, my wife comes like a guy...hard and quickly. I can feel the build up in her as her body starts to shake a bit. Her gasps and whimpers start to get more pronounced. Then she starts to grunt and buck her hips into me like a guy thrusting while he comes. Often there is a marked increase in wetness during and after this point.

I truly love it when her ass comes alive and she starts thrusting back...I know she's loving it and getting what she needs.

Anyways...is this how your orgasms go?

Also, since most of her orgasms occur from clit stimulation, how long do you remain sensitive to where you need a break from the stimulation? Do you ever get 2-3 climaxes and then if your partner just thrusts, you get another one? I believe I've been lucky enough to give her some of those occassionally during our marathon sessions.

Any explicit insight would be appreciated!

Anticipation Builds Into A Rough Explosion

2005-10-05T12:25:00.000-07:00

As we've been in the final stages of packing, my wife found a few old "outfits" that she wore in earlier years. It's so hot that my wife, after 15 years of marriage and two kids, still fits into teddies, stockings and such that she wore when we first married.

She was going to throw it out but I suggested that she let me tear it off her as a prelude to hot sex. She agreed and for several days, left it hanging off a door handle in our walk in closet, but on the back side so the kids wouldn't ask questions. She also reminded me that we hadn't packed a cock ring we found cleaning out our drawers and that since we had never used it, we should use it during our remaining days in our home as a nice memory.

Finally, schedules and energy levels coincided and she let me know she was wearing it to bed by pulling it up tight into her ass and bending over for me to get a look. Well, I slapped that fine ass and told her to get into bed.

I got that rare, dull ache in my stomach and groin (do you know the type?) because instinctively I knew that this was going to be a hot encounter with the woman I desire more than any other.

I climbed into bed, got on top of her, and kissed her passionately. I grabbed the straps of her sheer little teddy and ripped them off at her breasts. She remarked that I was somewhat crazed and that my cock looked even bigger than normal. I teased her clit and she got wet very quickly.

I told her that I love it when she gets wet like that because that tells me she wants it bad. While stroking my cock, she replied that I must want it too as my pre-cum started oozing out of my cock in copious amounts.

We finally couldn't stand it anymore and she suggested that I put the ring on. This was a non-vibrating type, but it had small extentions on both ends for clit and anal stimulation.

I entered her slowly but deliberately at first. Because she started wrapping her legs around me and bucking back, I increased my tempo. I asked her if the ring was hitting her in the right spots and she replied yes and that it felt best when I really pounded it into her.

With that, I put my arms under her legs, rocked her slightly on her back, and really began pumping her hard and fast.

"You're such a bad boy," she said breathlessly.

"I have to be...a husband needs to fuck his wife good and hard to keep her satisfied," I replied. "This reminds me of when we first met in college."

And on it went...our on-fire abdomens slapping into each other with hungry furor.

I sensed that she was starting to climax and I was doing my best to hold out. "Are you there yet?" I gasped. "Just...a...bit...more," she said with eyes closed and mouth open.

If there was anything left I could give her in speed, force, depth, and circular motion, it was my mission to give her an explosive orgasm that she wouldn't forget soon. I wanted to give her that release that she so despartely wanted and needed.

We must have been on the same wave length, because just as she started to tense up and get contractions, I started spurting into her. We bathed each other with our love juices and embraced as we journeyed together as one to the place we've shared with no one else but each other for the last 20 years.

It felt good to be man and woman as it was intended. She's a Goddess and my mission is to please her and keep her sexual needs well satisfied. In return, she allows me to ravish her and reciprocates with enthusiasm that few could imagine.

Maybe that's a sign of wisdom or just growing older on both of our behalfs. Perhaps if men and women could embrace these roles, there might be more happiness in the world.

I've touched on this before so I apologize for coming around full circle. But I truly believe that Sex, Stress, and Satisfaction are very entwined.

Kids, Libido, & Frustration

2005-09-27T14:50:00.000-07:00

With an imminent home move and two small children, the time and energy for Sex has been close to zero in the last few days. I really get frustrated when this happens as my intentions are to give my Wife a night of rapture and instead we go to bed crabby for all the wrong reasons.

I mentioned this to my Wife as we drifted off to sleep last night while stroking her very lovely and shapely ass. It wasn't accusory...just matter-of-fact slightly tinged with disappointment. She understood and agreed that it is disappointing and that we need to stop what we're doing at 9PM and head up to the bedroom.

But then our 4 year old had taken a nap that afternoon, so he was still awake at 9PM so there goes that plan. And Wife is very concerned if the kids were to hear us fucking/sucking/coming as she does squeal and moan quite a bit. Mmm...I love that...makes me want to keep giving her what I'm currently doing at that moment. I do tease her that it's all her fault that she's such a hottie.

I read something about women being crabby and that it's not due to hormonal imbalances or their period but rather that they aren't having orgasmic sex regularly. My first inclination was, "yeah, probably written by a horny man." But then I thought there could be some validity in this from both personal and observed experience. After a session of love with my Wife, I know our attitudes are definitely better and we have more patience for life's little headaches. From observations, I've worked with crabby bosses or co-workers and when they came in to work in a good mood, the rumor started that they must have "gotten some" last night.

Wouldn't that be a nice medical discovery? That more fucking/sucking/coming should be taking place? Imagine a husband looking at his wife and saying, "but honey, doctors say that me giving it to you in the ass while using a vibrator on your clit offers us both great health benefits." Dang...sign me up for that HMO plan!!!

Off topic slightly, but I really wish my Wife enjoyed anal play more. It just seems to add another dimension and for some reason, she stopped it cold earlier this year after some hot sessions. After child number two, she was much looser and easier to insert anything vaginally or anally. She seemed to like having a finger in her ass while being fucked. After one long, multiple orgasm session where she was just soaked and our juices and lube mixed into a nice combination that had run down into her ass cheeks, I simply slid into her backdoor. She asked why I liked that and I replied that it was tighter, naughtier, and just provided a different physical and mental stimulation. So we proceeded and I shot a nice load inside while rubbing her clit. She complained later that it gave her terrible gas and that it leaked out all day. I know...a mood killer...but I'm wondering if that was truly it or if she just couldn't let herself get so uncontrolled. Thoughts?

If You Only Knew What We're Thinking...

2005-09-16T07:45:00.000-07:00

That title is really appropriate given the title of this blog. I came up with this post idea after reading some comments on my previous post about A Thumb in the Bush.

To the point, how would feel if your husband looked at you while you're going down on him and the "dialogue" going on in his head went something like this:

"Yeah baby, take that cock and suck it good. Mmm, you hot little slut, you like sucking cock don't you? You do it so good that I want to fill your mouth with my hot come. Oh, that's it baby, take it deeper...you won't choke. Mmm, your friends should see what a bad girl you really are, sucking my cock like that."

OK...you get the point I hope. Now, after you gather yourself, here's some questions for discussion...

- Is that OK to think like that and perhaps even verbalize those thoughts?
- Are these thoughts more about power than enjoyment?
- Has porn conditioned us to think this way?
- Do women think (and/or verbalize) this way?

Deep, soul searching questions, huh?

For a partial answer from myself, I guess I have too much respect for my wife to ever say those things out loud. I tone it down and just say, "Yeah...that's good. Damn you're good at this." I suppose I don't want her to think of herself as a slut even though that would be OK if she only acted that way with me privately...which I suppose she does to some degree. IMHO, in a healthy, loving relationship, nothing should be taboo to discuss or at least try once or twice to see if both partners like it.

For what it's worth, there have been plenty of times where I would have liked to have approached her on the couch, dropped my pants, and said, "I need you to suck my cock...NOW!" Or, "Come on...let's fuck." Instead, I suggest that we "take a bath" or "go upstairs and fool around."

I'm curious...do others use reservation in their verbalizations as well? Is it out of respect or embarrasement?

Maybe it's all part of God's plan not to have us all think this way. The reproduction rates would be out of control!

A Thumb In The Bush Is Worth...

2005-09-15T15:19:00.000-07:00

a gush and then some! While going down on my wife the other night, I decided to simultaneously thrust my thumb in and out of her juicy twat. For some reason, I curved the tip of my thumb up so it would rub where we sometimes think her g-spot is located. Well, that surely did it because she started bucking like a bronco while rapidly stroking my cock, slapping my ass, and squeezing her tits. When she came, she actually did squirt a little bit which she tried to hold back. Why should she be embarrassed? Hell, sometimes when I come, my load shoots everywhere!

To repay me for my efforts, she lay across my legs so I could watch her suck my cock like a slut. I love it when she does that! I got so into watching her though that I just couldn't get over the "edge" so to speak. Also, for some strange reason, I didn't really want to come that way...I wanted to have her hard and fast doggie style.

So, I told her to get on her knees because her husband felt his wife needed to be well fucked. She was so wet when I entered her that my first deep push forced so much juice out it ran down our legs!

Needless to say, I didn't last long...especially with her whimpers and moans giving me all the encouragement I needed. I really filled her and I think that really pleases her to know she took care of her man's needs so.

Mmm...this recollection got me hot and prepped for tonight. I'm going to take her spoon-style first and then switch to her on her back with me kneeling and holding her legs up in the air. My knee is feeling better!

Am I Living In North Mexico...or the Midwest?

2005-09-15T15:09:00.000-07:00

OK...right to the point...call me a racist if you want, but I'm f'ing tired of seeing commercial messages in Spanish! Today, driving past a Popeye's Chicken, the marquee sign had a message in Spanish on both sides! Umm, I'm sorry, did we suddenly all stop speaking English?

Too many people are afraid of being politically incorrect or being called a racist for calling this issue for what it is...reverse discrimation and/or coddeling.

We've allowed this to happen and made it too easily for the country to be overrun with illegal immigrants whose offspring MUST be allowed (by a Supreme Court decision) to attend our public schools and drag their test scores down to pathetically low levels.

Previous generations that landed at Ellis Island, mine included, made this statement, "we're in America now, we'll speak English and become Americans." What happened to that? I'm not advocating forgetting your roots/heritage/nationality. But when you come to this country for a better life, you damn well better uphold how things are done and have been done for many years.

Folks, you can bury your head in the sand on this issue, but we're fast becoming a third world economy because of lax immigration regulations. We need to stop worrying about "family values" and hold anyone in office accountable for performance first and foremost.

Some states have even debated issues illegal aliens driver's licenses. Will the madness ever stop? Not until you vote for a candidate who will clearly and effectively deal with this issue.

Chalk this post up to one of my "S's"...stupidity of the behalf of politicians and the general public.

Perhaps Men Have A Biological Clock Too...

2005-09-14T07:30:00.000-07:00

The other night, my wife and I were discussing how we relate to each other now versus when we were married 15 years ago in our late 20’s.

I realized while talking that I was always looking ahead, planning for the future. When she asked me why I’ve become more calm with a live for today mentality, I replied that having children focused me on the present.

It became apparent that while not consciously doing so, my pursuit of career and a “future vision” placed my wife as a secondary focus. Often, I made decisions based not for what was best for her, but what was best for my vision.

And what a fool I was to concentrate on this vision. When newly married, my wife would greet me at the door in a sexy outfit and I would push past her consumed with the frustrations of the day. After several rejections, she just stopped doing this and I didn’t even realize it…or want to make that a priority…until recently. I was so intent on pursuits of the moment (like career, bodybuilding, etc.) that I can't even remember many hot encounters with her...esp. of the oral variety. And that's so strange as that's one of our favorite activities together now and I can remember nuances about many of them.

While she wondered aloud what would have happened if we didn’t have kids to get me to change, I replied that we still have a long life ahead together and it’s better to have changed now then later or even never in the future.

While she generally broods on issues like this and often uses absolute phrases like “you never, you always” etc., she realized the truth in what I was saying and decided to enjoy the new phase we’re in.

Perhaps when you hit your 40’s, you enter a phase of contentment and realization. I’m not saying you don’t stop planning for the future. But I do think that maybe men have a ticking clock similar to women’s child bearing one that one day rings it alarm and says, “hey, you’re nearing your midlife expectancy…you better start to chill and enjoy each day.”

I probably would have lost my wife by now if I hadn’t changed from those two wonderful lives that entered into my life six and four years ago. I’m quite thankful that perhaps I finally found what I was looking for in my “vision” all along. I'm also thankful that after our first born, so many strangers would look fondly at us and offer this key advice, "enjoy them while they're young...they grow up so fast." I heard that so many times that it must have jolted my clock awake!

A Sore Knee Results In A Hot Encounter

2005-09-06T14:50:00.000-07:00

Funny how you can compensate for a sore body part when Sex is involved. One of my knees has been really bothering me lately and my wife has been quick and kind in offers of massages. Despite our best efforts, nothing, even my trusty painkiller "cocktail" pill combination can't seem to knock this bugger out.

Yesterday morning, my wife playfully remarked that she trimmed closer than ever and then proceeded to show me her assets in sheer, see-thru black panties, I knew I couldn't let my knee hold us back. I joked that she finally hit her peak and she laughed and thought the look on my face was pretty funny...like a man that just won the lottery!!! I know I get this leacherous grin on my face when it comes to discussing certain Sex related topics with her...but I just can't help it! She's so damn hot and her body has always turned me on so!

After we got the kids to bed, she slipped into a little silk nightgown so that her nipples stuck out like little peaks. She knows that drives me crazy and I just have to pinch them. After some caressing and kissing, I told her that I couldn't be that athletic because of my knee and that I would love for her to be on top. I asked her if the position rubbed her clit as her body didn't seem to have the same reaction as when we're in other positions. She said it all depended on the angle.

She climbed on top of me and I was treated to a gorgeous view. I asked her if it was rubbing her and she said no. So she tried a reverse cowgirl which REALLY gave me a great view and we did that for a little while until she said it kind of hurt.

While I would have enjoyed finishing with that view, I get more pleasure in making her come. So, I suggested that she lay back on me (we've done this before but it takes ALOT of effort) and I'd thrust and rub. Being concerned about my knee, she told me to just take care of the rubbing.

In what was both an intimate and lust driven embrace, I rubbed her with one hand while holding her around the waist with my other. She put one hand on top of mine and moved her hips up and down so she could ride my full length.

Because of our earlier positions, she really only needed some brief rubbing to really start climaxing. What really got me hot was how she started really pounding her ass cheeks into me with her juices squirting out with every downward thrust. I'm not sure if this position rubbed me somehow differently, but between the wanton sexiness of my wife combined with the uniqueness of the position, I started to come as she did. We pumped and thrusted so our skin slapped together lewdly which only heightened my spurts of come filling her.

Finally, spent from her quick, intense orgasm, she patted my hand as a gentle reminder that I needed to give her a rest. As we gathered our breath and senses, she remarked that it felt hotter inside than she could ever remember.

"Of course...you made me so hot," I remarked.

To which she asked coyly, "how's your knee?"

"What knee?" I replied.

Damn...she's always going to be my hot 18 year old girlfriend that wanted me as much
as I wanted her.

Speed Sex & Other Musings

2005-08-29T12:45:00.000-07:00

My wife and I have been so busy with the kids and moving projects that we have been reduced to looking at each other at 10PM and saying, "let's go have sex". We need to relieve Stress and have some Satisfaction and thankfully, we're both on the same wavelength regarding these needs.

While it's been nice to just get to the point, we've been feeling a bit rushed, especially the other night when she said I didn't need to be a marathon man. So, to add a different twist to make me come faster, I resorted to a toy that she particularly likes.

It's a cock ring with a "tongue" on it that really does a nice job on her clit with the slip in bullet vibrator.

I know she likes this toy as when it starts to move "off target", she reaches down and repositions it. Ahhh, I love it when she's not so prim and proper and lets herself enjoy sex and be comfortable with the many aspects to it.

I used to have to physically place her hand on her clit and have her rub herself while I'd hold her legs up in the air. I mean come on...I can't do everything with just two hands! Grin...

Speaking of toys and vibrators, something that I've been wanting to introduce to her but unsure how she'll respond to it is her wearing a strap on and having her fuck me. I've seen an interesting one called Feeldoe that fits inside the woman and has a vibrator that rubs up against the clit when the woman thrusts into the man. I really enjoy anal stimulation and on the rare occassion when she can really relax, I know she enjoys it as well.

I like the idea of giving her control and being a little submissive to her. Maybe I also like the idea of her seeing how hard I have to work when I do her from behind or on her stomach and still reach underneath her to rub her clit and play with her breasts. I'd like her to thrust in and out while stroking my cock until I come. She's done this by hand with a thin vibrator in the past and man, it's been a mind-blowing experience that's left me shaking, staggering, and completely spent. She was blown away at how far my come shot out...easily 3+ feet!!!

Maybe I'll get us that toy to "break in" our new home properly...

Do Men & Women Think Differently About Sex?

2005-08-24T18:39:00.000-07:00

This isn’t a troll as I think, for the most part, men and women do think differently about sex. But just how differently is an itch that’s been bugging me to scratch. And frankly, I wonder sometimes if I think about sex even differently than most men.

This pondering was the result of taking my young children to a waterpark last weekend. While we splashed and played, I couldn’t help but notice several attractive women and began admiring their features and then fantasizing about what I would like to do to those “features.”

Now, mind you, these were all women with children and in good shape…something I find incredibly sexy. Other moms frankly let themselves go after having children and they didn’t warrant a second glance. I can’t apologize for being shallow…it’s just a fact that these women just didn’t do it for me visually.

There was one blonde woman in her late thirties that really caught my eye. Her child must have only been about 11 months, but she was very toned and her abs were quite firm. Her breasts were nice and full and barely contained in her bikini top. With her hair in a pony tail, she looked like she was ready for a game of beach volleyball…and then a nice fucking in the changing room afterwards.

See what I mean? I couldn’t stop thinking about all the ways I would like to have her…blow job, anal, titty fuck, doggie style with her heavy breasts swaying back and forth, on her back with me holding her legs up in the air, and more. As with my own wife, every little daydream with her had me wearing her out with orgasm after orgasm. Do women even think like this and do most men? I don’t think it’s odd or a measure of depravity. And if you’re a regular reader, you know I think my wife is a hottie or MILF. So what’s the deal? Just a healthy imagination and libido? Will I and other men at some age stop looking at women and thinking these thoughts?

Funny thing, my wife asked me how the afternoon was as she stayed home to finish some personal projects of hers. I told her about my fantasies and she said we would have to take that up later after a bath. We had a nice oral sex session…especially having her face me so I could watch her take my cock into her mouth…followed by a nice finish with her on her stomach and me from behind. A simultaneous orgasm made us both realize that while fantasy is fun…and perhaps the match that can light the fuse…our reality is so much more fulfilling.

I’m curious, do women check out men and play out similar fantasies? How graphic do you get? Do you do or say things that you don’t do in real life? Do you think in terms of, “I’d love to have that goatee tickling my pussy and then have that nice bulge in his pants ramming me from behind?”

Don't Look Back (You might get hurt...)

2005-08-18T18:59:00.000-07:00

In case I didn't mention it in an earlier entry, we're moving next month, so we've been packing up belongings. The other night, I came across some old college telephone directories and tucked inside one of them were some names, addresses, and phone numbers of friends post-college. We called and got together a few times after graduation. But, once you start adding kids, careers, homes, even MBA pursuits to the mix, it's easy to lose track of your pals.

One guy that I used to work out with, ate meals with, shared hopes and fears with, moved far away and I would occassionally think of him. We shared a lot of laughs and had many common interests. He had an unusual last name so I figured a Google search would track him down.

I didn't have any luck but I did find a business with his last name. Upon hearing my explanation of who I was and my purpose for trying to find my friend, the person on the other end of the phone told me that his brother, my friend, died last year.

I went numb and couldn't comprehend his death. I felt like I shouldn't have gone poking around in my past because now all I have is memories tinged with remorse. I would have prefered to think about how he turned out, what he was up to, you know, make movies about his life.

Damn...dying in your 40's just isn't right. You've been in the race for awhile and the finish line is in sight and then the race abruptly ends. The conclusion defies logic and nature itself. We are supposed to live and long and fruitful life so that we have enough time to make a difference before handing the baton to the next generation.

I can't even think of an "S" to deal with this issue. I suppose Spirituality applies here as I can pray for his soul.

Take care of YOU and enjoy life each precious moment.

Stress & Release

2005-08-12T18:41:00.000-07:00

We've got some major life stresses going on right now so that's why I've been writing less lately. I really miss the interaction and sharing of ideas with you regular readers. Mix one home sale with one home purchase, throw in some lawyers, and sprinkle a new product introduction at work and you come up with Stress Soup.

My wife hasn't said anything about my attitude and I've been pretty good about not letting all these "plates in the air" get me nuts. Thus, she's been rewarding me with some releases lately. As I write this, she said we should get to bed early so we can play....nice!

The kids have been with the in-laws again...so that means one thing...early morning Monkey sex! No foreplay, no warm-up, just some hot adult fucking.

We were in our favorite side by side spooning position and for some reason, I just couldn't get her over the hump so to speak to reach her orgasm. She knew I was trying my best and I told her I wanted to come together. The next thing I know, she rolls over onto her stomach and pushes up slightly so I can reach under her and rub her clit while I do her doggie-style but lying down somewhat. This is a great position because I can really go deep, I get a lovely view of her ass, and it's kinda nice to pin her down and drive her into the bed. Now, I'm not into domination, but it is kind of nice to be able to act like a lust driven husband once in awhile and give my wife the kind of pounding she'll remember!

I start working this position and I feel her ass cheeks start to quiver. That's a sign she's starting to come. Then I start to feel some copious fluid as I'm rubbing her clit. She starts to pant and moan and that sends me over the top.

Call it what you may...but it sure takes the stress and tension out of me. Maybe an old saying should be changed to "when Daddy is happy...everybody is happy."

Life Takes A Turn...

2005-08-08T19:20:00.000-07:00

Apologies to regular readers of my blog. I haven't been faithful to daily entries because we've got some family issues (all good btw)taking up all free time other than when I'm at work. I normally write at work...but I've been swamped there too! ARGH...I have withdrawls from not entertaining/enlightening you as well as getting the same thing from reading some of your blogs.

One of my "S's" that started this blog - STRESS - is at a peak level right now. So if you can just let me decompress for a few days, I'll be sure to regale you with the latest in Sex, Satisfaction, and Spirituality as there's been a lot going on in those categories.

Talk with you soon...

The Journey IS The Reward

2005-08-05T12:50:00.000-07:00

A comment to an early post by Dewdrop, a regular reader of my blog, really got me thinking about one of my favorite sayings and a core belief.

"The Journey Is The Reward"

In the comments to my 8/3/05 "When Time Stops" post, several readers mentioned not being able to have an orgasm with their husbands. As I often rush in to save the day and offer what I think will be the problem solving suggestion, I gave all sorts of ideas so I could be the Fixer

But the true importance of the matter dawned on me after readings Dewdrop's last comment. Having an orgasm isn't necessarily the goal or the hallmark of a loving and committed relationship. Perhaps some "old-fashioned" values are more important: is your spouse considerate to you, is your spouse respect and honor you, does your spouse treat you as an equal, is your spouse a true partner, etc.

I am awed by Dewdrop's selfless dedication to her marriage. How many women let their husbands come in their mouths but aren't given an orgasm of their own in return? I treat my wife very well in all aspects of life, but coming in her mouth is not an option. And I'm cool with that. If she can't find anything even remotely enjoyable or valuable to the experience, I'm not going to force her to do it when the buffet of life with her is full of other treats.

So, for all the men and women who have stayed married without all the rewards normally associated with the institution, I tip my hat to you in respect and remind you that sometimes the journey...till death do us part...is the reward.

When Time Stops

2005-08-03T09:50:00.000-07:00

I've had many moments in life where life seemed to just stand still. In a surreral way, your mind accepts that actions/sounds are going on around you, but you're so focused on one thing that the other stimuli are like peripheral shadows.

This morning, while listening to a company's on-hold radio station playing Eleanor Rigby, I was struck by the sheer genius of the Beatles. I've heard that song literally hundreds of times during my life, and for some reason, never really listened with great appreciation to its artistry like I did this morning. I could visualize the violin bowing to where all I saw in front of me was stage of peformers. I was so struck by the song that I ended up doing some research and learned quite a great deal about its meaning and origin.

It was pretty sad though that the radio station programming department decided to follow up that musical art with a pathetic Air Supply song. That's like watching Iron Chef and then going out to Burger King.

Generally when I put my Beatles compilations on, I'm more into the trippy LSD type songs like Strawberry Fields, Lucy in the Sky, and of course, I Am The Walrus. I definitely appreciate those songs in my many moods. I also like some defining songs like Helter Skelter, A Day In The Life, Let It Be, and Hey Jude. Hell, I like 'em all except really early songs like I Wanna Hold Your Hand. Too bubblegum for me.

I've also found that during an intense sexual encounter with my wife, time stops during a mutual orgasm. I feel like we're melding into one soul, that we're affirming our need and commitment to each other at that pivotal moment, that the orgasm is pure love flowing between our bodies.

Time standing still is a cool experience and my wish for you all is that you go on a similar trip someday!

Hmm...maybe a dirty shaken vodka martini (is there really any other?)after work and some chasing of my wife in her new thong might make some more time stand still!

A Steamy Tale To Carry You Over The HOT Weekend

2005-07-29T14:55:00.000-07:00

I promised to divulge the details of our bath encounter the other night and since I don't write on weekends and there's nothing else concerning my other "S" issues at the moment, a Sex tale is in order.

Sharing a bath together has always meant one thing...oral sex will follow. When we met, we were like the Bob Seeger song "Night Moves"...not really knowing what we were doing but getting our share. After 15 years of marriage practice, we both are damn good and could be lecturing sexologists on this issue.

I was surprised when around 9PM, my wife reminded me that we were supposed take a bath the previous night so we had to do it tonight. She didn't say it like it was a chore but rather a desire. Hmm...I felt stirrings deep inside.

We shared a bubble bath with oil and gently rubbed each others legs while we chatted and had a glass of wine that she placed by the tub earlier. Nice touch and more visual cues that she is looking forward to Sex.

After soaking awhile to make the experience as tasty as possible, we retire to the bedroom with candles ablaze. We kiss and cuddle briefly as I know where she really wants my kisses.

Sometimes we do a side by side or her on top 69 and then other times we like to experience all the pleasure without doing anything else. I think she likes to watch me do this so I alternate from coming in at an angle facing her legs where she can only see my profile and tongue somewhat upside down or facing her directly where she can see my entire face buried in her little muff.

For that night, I decided to let her see my how face and how much I enjoy giving her pleasure. I start by kissing her inner thighs and infrequently brushing against her outer lips. After a few gasps from her, I lavish all my attention on her lips while working my way up to her clit.

I suppose you could call what I give her "head" or a "blowjob" as I alternate between licking and sucking. She doesn't have an overly large clit when aroused, but I can still kind of pull it out gently with my teeth, move my lips down around it, and then suck on it as I go up.

Finally I begin a steady rhythm as I once read that's what a woman needs and start spelling my name on her. She's got her legs spread wide, her toes are curling, and she watching my with lusty eyes. She puts a leg around my neck and pushes me even further physically as well as mentally by telling me that I'm going to make her come.

To help her get "there", I push her legs up by her thighs and support them so her charms are even more exposed and she's really at the mercy of my deft maneuvers. This sends her over the edge and her pelvis starts spasming while she comes. Her mouth is drawn up in an "O" and she's clutching the sheets for dear life. She finally hits her peak and has me slow down.

After a slight recovery period, she's very enthusiastic to return the favor. She uses her mouth and hand simultaneously so my entire shaft gets attention. She has very pretty, dainty hands so they look great wrapped around my cock. I must have been really good for her that night because she really was pulling up with her mouth. I pulled her hair to the side so I could see the sight of my wife with a cock in her mouth. I love that sight because while it isn't wrong or bad for her to do this, it still makes her look like the slut in the bedroom I occasionally like to see.

I knew she was getting tired and for some reason, a self-depreciating comment from her about her breasts early that morning got me thinking. I told her it had been a long time since I "titty fucked" her and that she seemed to enjoy that in the past. She asked if that's what I wanted, but because she wore a push up bra that day and it left some red marks on her, I replied, "well, your breasts have been squeezed together all day...let me just come on them." So I got on my knees over her so my cock is directly over her breasts. She starts to really pump me and in my excitement, I tell her to play with my balls with her other hand. She asks me if I'm sure and I replied, "yeah...I want to show you how much your breasts turn me on."

She starts tickling and squeezing my balls while giving me a nice tight handjob. I beginning coming so hard, my knees start to lift off the bed while my hips involuntarily thrust. My wife keeps rubbing and pumping until she's sure I'm completely spent. I looked down and saw that I indeed must have liked the sight of her breasts waiting to be covered with cum as that's precisely what I did.

We clean her up and share a hug before drifting off to sleep.

It's supposed to be hot again this weekend. I'm sure that will get me horny and who knows how we'll relieve that. I'll consider all suggestions (wink)!!!

I Must Be Getting Older Because:

2005-07-27T12:35:00.000-07:00

- Yesterday's space shuttle launch was important to me. I cheered as it lifted off then yelled when video replay showed a heat tile falling off. Come on NASA...even us average Joes realize that this truly is ROCKET SCIENCE and that the best and brightest are (supposedly) working on the shuttle.

- The weather forecast has replaced sports as the most important part of a news broadcast. Now, the chance for rain in a drought gets me way more excited than any type of blockbuster free agent trade.

- I like to cuddle and don't need it to always lead to sex. I get tired too sometimes.

- I justify various expenditures as experiences that might not be available to do again in the future because of monetary resources, health, even whether or not I'll be alive.

- I'm telling my parents how they should live their lives.

- I occasionaly watch public access/PBS programming. Saw an awesome movie called "The Whale Rider" last weekend on our local PBS channel.

- I no longer drink cheap beer and have developed an appreciation for various liquors.

- I listen and have more patience.

- I'm becoming more conservative in my views.

- I'm appreciating "older/traditional/classic" things like martini's, Ray Charles, trips with the kids to the library or park, camping, walks, and watching movies as a family.

A Swirl of Emotions...and Sounds!

2005-07-27T09:30:00.000-07:00

My mind is awhirl...it's difficult to concentrate and type correctly as my body just wants to flail about keeping time with the Pixie's soundtrack Doolittle. I pulled out this CD after reading about their recent appearance in Lollapalooza. They supposedly had even bigger crowds than when they were together the first go around!

I "found" the Pixies just after college when I was going through a late rebellion stage. I had A LOT of fun in college, but still graduated with honors because I had my eyes focused on career success. I never expect or was cautioned about corporate politics and the plain bullshit and dishonesty that goes on. So after a few years of disillusionment, I grew out a tail, spiked my hair, and drove the suit and tie types crazy. It was great in one company as we had a super talented marketing department and really were the heart of the company. So the president left us well enough alone and that created the jealous accountant types that thought Eddie Bauer was appropriate for casual Fridays. What dorks! I still smile at the memory of not conforming to their lemming-like ways and remaining true to my creative soul.

I thank bands like the Pixies, Smashing Pumpkins, Naked Raygun (great Chicago punk band!)and others for waking me up and developing my cynical side, my appreciation for the fringe, and my support for different ways of thinking.

Speaking of Lollapalooza, I had second row seats for the very first one! It was incredible...Trent Reznor of NIN pushed his amps over on us, Ice-T was shooting a shotgun, Butthole Surfers were wild, and Jane's Addiction was cool but Perry's gyrations were a bit disconcerting. I didn't mosh there as my wife was with me and some friends, but trust me, I held my own at other venues.

OK...bringing the tempo down a bit, my fav local FM station played Madeleine Peyroux's "Dance Me To The Edge Of Love" cut earlier this morning. It's sultry smooth jazz that makes me want to sweep my wife off her feet, take her in a glamorous evening gown to a B/W movie type elegant restaurant, sip a martini, gaze at her beauty, and kiss her in a passionate embrace. For me, the song evokes a long forgotten time of grace, class, elegance, and when men were men and women were women.

As you can tell, I highly recommend this relatively unknown artist who has been compared to Billie Holliday and Nora Jones.

For those of you that have followed my blog for awhile, you'll remember that I said my wife was a late bloomer. I came up with a good visual analogy this morning while watching the news. Sarah Jessica Parker was very geeky, dorky, etc. in her younger years. Her transformation into Carrie Bradshaw on Sex & The City reminds me of how my wife became a very attractive, confident woman. And let me tell you ladies something that I find very attractive: confidence and intelligence. Combine those with good looks and I'm an admirer.

I have a juicy bath/bedroom story from last night to regale. Come back and you won't be disappointed.

The Strike Is Over...

2005-07-25T12:10:00.000-07:00

Well, those of you that have followed this topic for a week or so can crawl out of the bunkers, put away the keys to the safehouse, etc. The strike is over for now at least.

After some of my posts and your comments, I thought some new talk was in order. We had a nice quiet Friday night and she said she really wanted to play but was too tired. No problem I said...and I had something important to tell her.

I told her about not wanting to be with other women and that it was a desperate statement from a man who lusts after his wife, but feels disconnected from her on a regular basis. Then I told her that in the past month, I've masturbated several times and while doing so, I thought of her in the most compromising of positions. And what was most frustrating to me was that instead of actually being with her, I was reduced to using my hand and while I still come, it doesn't satisfy me nor bring me closer to her.

I was surprised by her reaction to my comments. She didn't laugh, get mad, or make any type of judgment. We didn't debate my feelings and statements. They just were.

Saturday morning our little guy woke us up and because we were still tired, I set him up with cartoons downstairs. I came back to the bedroom and closed the door. Normally, if the kids are up, my wife won't have anything to do with sex. But this morning, she just sleepily watched as I closed and locked the door. Next, I proceeded to remove my briefs (as you can see from previous pics, I wear bikini cut)and free my rock hard erection.

I eased into bed next to her and just stroked and caressed her. She started rubbing my leg with her foot and apologized for being tired last night. I remarked that lately it seems like we both have the energy and interest in morning sex and it's a great way to start the day. She's worried about breath, body odor, etc. and I tell her that her scent excites me and that isn't what I'll be thinking about.

She slipped out of her silk nightgown and I proceed to lightly rub up and down her legs, belly, face, and breasts. A few light kisses on her forehead, cheeks, neck, and chest are about all the foreplay I could muster up. I am consumed with the desire to be on top of her in a tight missionary style embrace. To me, this is one of the most intimate bonding positions. It's really like hugging except for the insertion aspect.

Wordlessly I rolled over so I'm on top of her but elevated and supported by my elbows and knees. We both noticed that my pre-come had dripped quite generously on her inner thigh so I took my cock and rubbed it there and then rubbed it on her clit and lips. My rubbing and lubrication resulted in little twitches out of her and I just couldn't take it anymore so I positioned myself and slowly slid into her.

She softly moaned her approval and delight while I resumed my light kisses but include sucking on her nipples this time. She then wrapped her legs around me and placed her feet on my ass. She does this so when I thrust, she can elevate her position so I hit her G-spot. We try to start slow, but we are so lost in our hot adult fuck that we move quicker and quicker.

I asked her if she wanted me to slow down and do some rubbing so she could come. She opens her eyes and breathlessly said that she didn't need any rubbing and that this was going to make her come. She then kind of pushed me deeper and faster with her feet as if to say "get back on pace mister."

Well, that's all the encouragement I need so I slowly but surely get back to the pace and angle she was enjoying and she blurted out that she was going to come. I quickened my pace and said I wanted to come with her.

As her mouth is open in ecstasy, I look down at all her beauty and the sight of us joined in this most intimate way, my manhood going in and out of her and giving her such pleasure, is all it takes to cause me to come for what seemed like an eternity.

Because our sexual relations are so intense, I don't need sex everyday or every other day. I do like the build up of tension that a few days absence creates. The after effects are just as intense. As we lay next to each other gathering our breath, balance, and other senses, we hear a soft pounding on the door. Our cat has her paw underneath it and is reaching up as if to say, "OK...there's another pussy that needs to be taken care of here!" We both chuckle and head off into the day full of bliss.

This bliss has carried over two days later and as I write this, I'm going to send my wife an email. I have a meeting tonight but I want to be in the tub with her at 9PM and have her womanly charms in my face by 9:30PM.

According to http://www.blogthings.com/pornname.html my penis name is Anaconda. With my thoughts for tonight, I wonder if that site creates names for tongues?

Now if only the Ladies would show theirs!

2005-07-25T09:45:00.000-07:00

Well...you did ask for some front shots! These were taken last week with the other views previously posted. I found the posing liberating and exciting, but not in "that" way. Yet, afterwards, I did have a good deal of pre-come oozing out. Perhaps my mind said to hold the erection until I've made some of you ladies good and hot for it?

Perhaps I got wet because I have long had the fantasy of masturbating in front of a group of women. I even read that some women hold "jerk-off parties" with this as the focus. Sometimes my fantasy has me performing as peripheral entertainment while the women socialize in a party-like atmosphere. Other times it includes spanking, face sitting, strap on domination, etc. Always makes for a hot masturbation session.

Do women enjoy watching men stroke themselves as much as we like watching women rub themselves and use toys? Have you ever had a man do that for you?

Anyways, this "exposure" and comments have been fun. You just never know when I'll do the "Full Monty". Have many others of both sex shown these types of images on Blogger? I'd like to see them to see how they posed.

Pictures for the Ladies

2005-07-22T12:25:00.000-07:00

OK Iris, C-Marie, and others...here's one side of myself. Not exactly what you asked for...but perhaps if there's some sharing of images, then perhaps I'll be pursuaded to turn around and show all.

Still, as you can tell, I have a nice tight, small rear end that is perfect for slapping to encouragement me to reach the finish line so to speak.

Words that end with a Y

2005-07-22T09:45:00.000-07:00

Monogamy, Spirituality, the conundrum is driving me crazy. Kinda like the rhyme we heard growing up on Saturday morning cartoons: Conjunction Junction...what's your function?

I started thinking about these two Y-ending words after yesterday's post and comments.

For the record, I believe in monogamy and feel that it's a value that has gotten far too little support and awareness in our country. I believe that two people should state their intentions in front of witnesses and God so that it's true and real.

But then I start to question evolution vs. creation and come up with some hard to answer thoughts:

- Very few animal species are monogamous and have the male providing primary offspring care. Aren't humans just highly evolved animals that are separated only by our reasoning skills? So is monogamy going against the flow of nature and the draw we feel to mate and proprigate the species? We make the choice to be monogamous, the various animals that practice this do not.

- While I believe in God, I can't help but wonder why certain benign animals were chosen for monogamy, while other more dangerous and/or destructive animals were not. Funny though how in the end, Nature seems to keep the balance.

- If we are truly designed to be monogamous, why do we feel the urge to mate (have sex) with other than our mates? Give me a BREAK if you've never felt drawn to someone of the opposite sex!

- By controlling this urge, are we affirming our belief in God (Spirituality) and adhering to His true plan and design for us? Are we suppose to control our urges so that we don't force Nature out of balance?

And let me state this as clearly as possible. I adore my wife, tell her so often and in many ways. Wouldn't you get aggravated and/or frustrated if the person you were married to turned you on so much and yet you weren't allowed to "have and hold" as much as you would like? What if you pondered that your spouse's body was a gift from God to you and that it was so enjoyable but denied to you? I've remarked to my wife that she was built for sex and that no one before her had the same spell over me that she possesses. Perhaps as the ultimate compliment (which I've never told her), more often than not when I masturbate, my thoughts are about her. Isn't it ridiculous that instead of being together I'm alone with my thoughts?

I don't need or want another woman. I just want my wife. She knows this. I've told her as much. We ride this roller coaster of passion up and down. I get off and eventually find myself waiting impatiently in the queue line waiting for my turn to ride again. For me, the anticipation isn't in standing in line waiting to ride. It's getting into the seat and feeling the ride begin.

I think I might tell my wife about my masturbation thoughts tonight and see her response. She's asked me in the past if I've had to relieve myself and I've always replied "not with you around". My intention is to show her how I desire her even when I could put anyone else in my mind (including the banker) and how empty it makes me feel because I would have rather been with her in reality.

Magnetic Attraction - Part Deux

2005-07-21T14:10:00.000-07:00

I must apologize if yesterday's post seemed to end abruptly. I saved it as a Draft and then added to it later before posting final version. For some reason only known to TRON/Matrix inhabitants, it didn't make it before your eyes.

What I continued with was that I told my wife that if she can't agree to having sex enthusiastically twice a week, then she needs to give me the freedom to pursue discreet affairs. And she knows I would be successful at it as I am confident around, attractive to, and charming with women. My wife met me in college when, on most nights, I could nearly have my pick of who I would spend the night with. Mmm...what an education...all shapes, sizes, even colors! But in my last year, even though I had ample opportunities to continue my "education", I remained faithful to my sweetheart as I didn't want to risk hurting her and losing her. No one else seemed worth it. So in a way, I've always felt married to my wife and she felt the same.

I've always been pretty good at flirting and must exude some sort of sexual magnetism and I feel it in return from certain women. A perfect example is one of our personal bankers, who I've remarked to my wife I find attractive. My wife just knows this woman and I would rock till we cracked the drywall.

I know it would happen too as one day while I was commiserating with her over the jerks she's been with, I mentioned how we crossed paths too late in life. She looked at me with all seriousness and agreed. She even called me from a new job to let me know where she had landed and suggested I come over for a tour and then go out for drinks afterwards.

Believe me when I say you could make a movie out of all the fantasies I've had about this woman. She had a killer body before having a son, interestingly named after me. When she complained about her new figure, I replied that she was still as hot as Georgia asphalt. She laughed lustily and thanked me earnestly. For me, the body is one thing...but a great voice, laugh, and smile seal the deal. I can just imagine her sultry moans and smiles of delight created by a man who treated her decently for once...and made her feel like a woman.

Have you ever experienced that magnetic draw to someone and knew they felt it as well? Did you ever act upon it? Was this before being married or afterwards?

My wife and I felt that draw across a crowded college campus square and our sex has always been intense. My wife even describes it as "fantastically great". Maybe that's why I couldn't just "bang" or "hook up" with a girl in college (http://themindofamarriedman.blogspot.com/2005/06/does-anyone-make-out-anymore.html) because I need to both project and feel that energy.

Perhaps our early relationship and marriage was built upon that energy and now that other factors are draining it, we need to learn how to live with each other as well.

But then she does something that confuses the hell out of me. She went shopping last night for some essentials and when she got back and put away the mundane purchases, she placed a Victoria's Secret bag on my lap. Inside was a cute, fuzzy g-string. She said it was on sale so no biggie. Then, after I worked outside a bit and headed into the shower, the g-string was hanging from the towel hook.

I got cleaned up and went downstairs for a glass of water and bid her good night. She stared at the news on TV and wished me a good night. WTF? Was that a sign she wanted to have sex? Just a reminder of what she might be wearing today? Perhaps I should have just asked her what her intent was. But remember, she wants to be the passive one (http://themindofamarriedman.blogspot.com/2005/06/james-brown-sang.html) so is this a sign that is discussed scientifically on Animal Planet...the female is "presenting" herself and the male picks up her cue and mounts her skillfully from behind?

Geez...why is something so intrinsic to our evolutionized behavior so complicated?

Strike Update & Magnetic Attraction

2005-07-20T12:58:00.000-07:00

Strike Update: Going on Day 6 now without any physical contact. Wife was in good mood last night and from my post yesterday, I was ready to wave the white sheets so to speak. I asked her twice at various moments if she would like to take a bath later (always a prelude to oral sex for us) and she said, "no, go ahead yourself." So, I told her that withholding sex isn't right or fair and she said that's my interpretation.

I got madder as I brushed my teeth and went downstairs where she was mindlessly surfing cable. I told her that if she is unwilling to have sex with me twice a week, we will have to come up with some sort of arrangement so both our needs are met. She knows what this means (see later) and that I would do it so she yells about having to perform her "wifely duty" and let's go now. Yeah...that's a real turn on...so I said no, I don't want you to feel like it's a chore and that frankly I'm going to deny her the next time she ever initiates.

So we spend the next two hours rehashing past transgressions and get no where. Kind of like when management doesn't meet the union at the bargaining table in good faith. She asks me if I want her to be a slut and I truthfully reply that sometimes that would be nice. I just think that as a SAHM, her mind is so worn out and single purposed that she has nothing left for intimate thoughts.

She comes up with a scenario that is impossible but meant to test me. "So you want me to be naked on the washing machine with my legs spread when you walk through the door? You won't pick up the broom and sweep the room instead?" Let me tell you...she greets me like that and to quote Jim Morrison of the Doors "I'll eat more chicken than a man ever seen."

Things I've Done & Would Like To Do

2005-07-19T13:15:00.000-07:00

While blissfully riding the "no back pain haze" this morning, my mind started to wander about things I've recently done and things I would like to do.

I'm still on strike (see I'm Going On Strike) although I did enjoy a solo viewing of an amateur DVD Sunday night. Mmm...she was nice. It might seem odd, but I prefer more realistic actresses as opposed to model perfect ones. I've used the term "obtainable" before meaning that an average guy could have a shot with her. This particular early 30's woman had some cellulite/dimpling on her ass that compressed nicely as she rode up and down on the lucky guy's cock. It was a great position too...guy standing holding her by the legs and her bouncing up and down squealing while holding onto his neck for dear life. No way I could do that with my back, but the deep pounding she took and enjoyed was certainly something that I would have liked to do.

Maybe it was the pain killer, but Sunday before taking a shower, I spent more time around the house naked than normal. I even paused in front of the open living room windows several times which I know bugs my Wife. She eventually asked me what I was doing and I replied innocently that I was just doing a few things before getting ready. My mind and inhibitions were free and I enjoyed that my nakedness was observed by her.

When I went upstairs, I stood in front of the open bedroom windows and stroked myself to hardness. I really didn't care if any of the neighbors, especially the 20 something female one, saw me. At my age, I've got a physique that most men would pay handsomely to have. Add a rock hard 7" (EVERY guy measures at some point...and I must admit being a bit dissapointed in being average) erection and believe I could do very well at a Lifestyle event...or teach a thing or two to that 20 year old.

I'm not sure why the exhibitionism occurred. It could be that while I'm on pain killers, I don't really care about much or relax to where I'm not worried or stressed about anything. Or maybe my inner desire to be seen and responded to bubbled up to the surface of emotions. I've discussed having sex with my Wife in front of strangers in a previous post and the thought still excites me. I would like to have other women see me perform and request a similar performance for themselves. Not sure I would follow through...but it would be very gratifying to be asked nonetheless.

I might just use the back exercise excuse I mentioned in an earlier post and cut the strike short. I should just call her after finishing this posting and tell her that she's going to get it good and like it tonight.

That's the downside with blogs of this nature whether reading or writing them. Your mind is just fixated on sex and your body cries out for it.

Purple Hazed

2005-07-18T14:35:00.000-07:00

Because of my extensive and successful amateur swimming career, various parts of my body are, for lack of better words, worn out. I had microsurgery 5 years ago on a herniated disk to relieve the excrutiating pain that had me popping Vicodine like M&M's.

Recently, while adjusting myself in bed so I could read bedtime stories to the children, I got that takes-your-breath-away electric shock in my back that immobilizes you. If you have ever experienced this before, you know what I mean. It's like momentary paralysis.

It's been getting progressively worse for some reason and now I have pain radiating down my leg into my knee. What concerns me is this is how it started before the surgery remedied last occurrence...but the pain went down the other leg.

I'm telling this story that in the event my topics, wording, etc. seem "off", it's because I've gotten back on the Vicodine horse so to speak and chase them with Flexeril or Naprosyn. I'll be in a bit of a Purple Haze from time to time and I'll try to let you know in my entries if I'm "hazed" so you'll understand my mindset.

Hmm...I could use this as a ploy with my wife and tell her my back is spasming because I'm not using the muscles as much as I should and that my doctor recommends sex twice a week if nothing more than for strengthening. Ahh...she's probably remind me that I'm still doing stretching therapy I learned and that should take care of it.

I don't understand how someone can't desire on a regular basis something that feels good.

'Scuse me while I kiss the sky...

A Dad's Approach To Various Things

2005-07-18T08:37:00.000-07:00

I thought of this title while walking with my children in the woods yesterday. It was blistering hot, but since the county had recently spread woodchips on the paths, the paths are right across the street from our home, and I had promised the kids to take them for a trail walk soon, it all added up to a must do.

During the course of our walk, the kids were challenged by various factors. My son kept getting getting chips in his shoes and would start to cry. My daughter would get upset if a downhill grade would make her feet slide. And they both would get upset if they fell down.

Now, I'm not an ogre, but I kept telling them that they needed to figure out how to deal with setbacks and find solutions to their problems as I wouldn't always be there to swoop in and rescue them by making everything immediately better. Of course they weren't hurt...I would immediately comfort them and carry them out of the woods if necessary. This was more the garden variety fall down attention seeking stuff.

I want the kids to be self-sufficient and in control of their lives and explained these concepts as we were at the latter stages of our walk. Life is like riding a bike. You fall off. You brush yourself off. You get back on the bike. You ride your bike.

Last year, my daughter took a hard fall off her bike while cutting across our curb. Doing this with training wheels is not a good idea as the training wheels can create the tipping. When I saw what she had done, I went up to her and calmly asked if she was OK. She had the typical scrapes that could win an acting award. I told her that she would be afraid of the curb from now on unless she got back on her bike and re-did her approach to the curb.

She tried protesting, but I wouldn't let that be an easy out for her. I encouraged her to get back on her bike and told her to ride her bike straight at the curb. She was hesitant but bought into my explanation for why she needed to do it.

After she conquered the curb, she beamed the biggest smile and shouted with amazement, "I did it...I did it!" I reinforced the lesson by saying, "I knew you could do it."

A mother's kiss or nurturing is the right course of action for certain circumstances. But I believe my desire for my children to go through life prepared is another type of love children need.

I'm Going On Strike

2005-07-15T12:25:00.000-07:00

I made up my mind last night after having a VERY quiet evening together. I've worked at giving her more attention, more compliments, more appreciations/acknowledgements, etc. over the years so I can get it back in return. Especially because she says I used to push her away when we were first married 15 years ago. But for the last 4-5 years, my efforts have been a one way street and I'm tired of the dead end. I'm taking back my power by not wanting to be the one that desires or initiates sex.

I want to let her know I can live with her without having sex and remove her power to disappoint and/or hurt me by withholding or limiting our unions. So with the word union in mind, I'm going on strike.

Screw giving her multiple orgasms, screw giving her oral till she's a quivering puddle, screw doing all the work to where I'm left breathless, screw the suggestions/admiring glances/squeezes, screw the hot daydream emails, screw delaying my climax so it can coincide with hers, screw being the needy one, and screw feeling unloved.

I know that most relationship "experts" would say that there is a serious problem when you withhold sex and replace it with masturbation.

But hey...my mind and my hand are always ready and don't say no. And for me, the real eagerness and enthusiasm of some female porn stars is the major turn on.

It will almost be a thrill to hold out until she tries to initiate and then I'll tell her I'm too tired or not in the mood. Let her see how that feels for a change. I wonder what that will do to her psyche which I've built up over the years. Remember, when I met her, she had low self esteem because she still hadn't really filled out and found her "look".

Does this sound bitter and that we need counseling? I'm not about to make some idiot that has to see his/her own "advisor" or "guru" with their own problems any wealthier.

I've tried talking about this with her numerous times in the past, but it ends up being a rehashing of past sins from years ago.

I hope I'm wrong, but I predict that she'll go 1-2 months before she finally tries to start it with me.

Oh, I should point out that we read an article 6-7 months ago about a supplement from GNC that were proven in studies to enhance the Female libido. We tried them for several weeks and as I suspected, nothing improved with her. I believe that by her wanting to try them, she gave an unspoken admission that her sex drive is lower than what it should be.

This makes me very frustrated in many ways. For women, imagine having the perfect husband with an awesome body that you lusted after...and that he turned you down frequently. How would you feel?

How long have you or your spouse withheld sex? What restarted it? What were the results? Any relapses? Should I just tie her up and have my way with her? Kidding mostly...but the thought of it does excite me but only if while during the episode she were to enjoy it as well. I'm certainly no rapist...even if I have some "rights" as a husband.

Sometimes I daydream about being separated and bedding more appreciative women while she has to go back to the workforce and meet men that aren't as kind, loving, faithful, and committed.

A slight joke here...but let her meet a man who, when is horny and his wife tells him her "friend" is visiting for the week, says with all sensitivity, "that's OK...you can then either have a lump in your throat or a pain in your ass."

After you stop chuckling or clucking disapproval...here's an unremembered source definition of like and love...
spit or swallow.

Differences in Communication

2005-07-14T14:25:00.000-07:00

Well, another epiphany this morning. Wife thinks that when I raise my voice, I'm "yelling". And because of some bad childhood experience, she can't "handle yelling."

To which I reply, "no, when I'm excited or passionate in my beliefs, I tend to raise my voice to get my point across." When I'm mad and yelling, veins are popping, f-bombs are flying like shrapnel, and I generally look pretty pissed off.

Because of the kids, I've learned to temper that ugly side of me quite well...especially the swearing. Not sure if I thought this up myself - in a serene, reflective moment...or one of my chemically enhanced states - or I read it once and now just regurgitated it: swearing is the sign of a weak and uneducated mind.

I want my children to be respected and admired for their communication skills and not thought less of because of their poor choice of words. I also think that swearing shows that you're not in control of emotions at the present moment.

If you a regular reader of my blog, I think you'll see that I place importance on clarity, passion, and expressiveness in communication...not to mention utilizing a wide vocabulary. After all, having a creative outlet for my writing was one of the puposes of starting this blog in the first place!

Anyone else experience this "difference" in perception of communication styles? How do you work through it so it doesn't affect your marriage, frequency of sex, etc.? When Wife feels like I've "yelled" at her, she, perhaps rightly so, pouts and withholds sex for an undetermined amount of time. But because I look at that as being vindictive and controlling, I then truly do get pissed off, hold in my feelings until they come to a boil, and then blow up at a later point.

We make up but never have had the "make up sex" mentioned in a Seinfeld episode. Myth or reality...and does it really soothe things? Am I missing something?

Oh...for those of you that like my musical musings/references, I'm listening to "Like Lightning" by Big Guitars From Memphis.

Satisfaction Comes In Many Forms

2005-07-13T14:30:00.000-07:00

One of my "S's" is a very hard thing for many people to define. What brings you Satisfaction? For me the list could be nearly infinite...but for sake of discussion and discovery of what goes on in the Mind of a Married Man, I'll list some stream of consciousness entries:

- The entire process of the far too infrequent scuba adventure. I love heading out on the dive boat, checking equipment, doing the dive, and experiencing the high and commaradire of the shared experience.

- The process of making a vodka martini...shaken and dirty. I feel like a junkie as I lay out my materials, the anticipation of the end result is an equally enjoyable part of the trip.

- The very rare mind altering journey from cannabis. I've heard and felt things that I just couldn't otherwise experience and it's been awesome.

- Hard work in pursuit of a goal and then reaching that goal. Nothing that comes easy is earned and therefore held in high esteem.

- High quality audio equipment playing music filled with passion. I can close my eyes and see each musician on the "soundstage" and feel their energy. For some reason, I've always been able to find the true standout/pioneer/genius in each genre and take satisfaction in the fact that I'm not part of the heard buying into the mass produced bullshit.

- With the above said, the Sounds that satisfy me are incredibly diverse: Ray Charles, Pink Floyd (esp. Meddle), Nirvana, White Stripes, Jimi Hendrix, Billie Holiday, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Ramones, NIN, Smashing Pumpkins, Deep Purple, Ice-T, Beatles, Santana, Marley (Bob and Ziggy), the list goes on.

- Watching and listening to nature. There is no agenda or timeframe. It merely is.

- Good over evil. Right over wrong. Overcoming all odds. Redemption. Karma.

- Being able to see a future outcome and take steps in advance to plan for it. I've had many people comment on this and say they are amazed at my accuracy or that they should have listened to me. My two current visions are that the next precious resource in this country will be water and that the next big investment opportunity will be a mutual fund that focuses on companies with outstanding performance that have implemented plans that limit CEO and other top executive pay structures.

That's what flashed across my mind for the moment. Hope it helps you define some of your own Satisfactions!

Women's Sexual Peak, Revelations, and Fantasy...oh my!

2005-07-12T14:45:00.000-07:00

With that title, I've got a vision of a hot, modern day Dorothy (think Jessica Alba) skipping naked down the Yellow Brick Road and all the Munchkins wanting to gang bang her and live up to their namesake.

Ok...daydream over and a stiffled laugh. I've come to the realization after 15 years of marriage, I'm really the sexual innovator and explorer. I don't believe my wife has ever suggested a new position, procedure, or variation. She's never bought a sex toy. I've tried for us together to find her G spot with my fingers and she doesn't seem as intent as me in finding it. Hell, when I read that prostate stimulation could provide a new orgasm for me, I eagerly handed her the lube and vibrator and told her that it was time to give it to me for a change. Mmm...the memory of her stroking my cock while giving my backdoor a good work over. Ahhhh......

I guess what I'm trying to figure out, short of joking that she's "fridgid", is how do I jump start her libido and have her experience the supposed late 30's woman's "sexual peak"? When we first met in college, she got so excited one time while we were just kissing and touching that her juices soaked right through her jeans! Also, she says she was very horney while she was pregnant several years ago, but for some reason, I just couldn't be as equally enthused about sex then. I think the whole body change thing freaked me out and of course, I was afraid of getting too physical and hurting the baby. Now, I don't always go like a jackhammer and pound away, but sometimes we like hearing our skin slap against each other and other times we like it a bit less demanding.

Sure, I could talk to her about this issue, and have tried previously, but she doesn't really seem to know why she's not into the frequency as much as me and perhaps feels it's my problem. I often wonder, what goes on in the "mind of a married woman" than makes her want sex and the variations of said topic on a regular basis?

I've tried reading some of the stories in Penthouse and even looking at the very hot couples pictures together and describing how I felt about them. She took a tepid interest in this activity and seemed to wonder why I would even want to look at the pictures in the first place. See the problem here?

Here's a fantasy that we kind of consummated one time a few years ago but not completely. And I'm pretty sure she knows I would love it. She's kneeling in a submissive kind of way while giving me oral while I'm standing. At the same time, she's rubbing herself with her hand and then later switches to a vibrator. When I'm about ready to climax, she pulls me out of her mouth and jerks me off all over her chest, face, and wherever with wild abandon.

I love this fantasy because I don't have to worry about reciprocating at the same time, her orgasm, nothing. Just my selfish pleasure in having her service me and giving herself to me in such an intimate way. Unfortunately, she would never use a vibrator on herself unless I suggested it and even then kind of makes an exasperated sound when I suggest it during foreplay. Maybe she's just not as adventurous as me and that brings me to my next point.

I've long fantacised about having sex with her while people watch us, make comments, perhaps even encourage us in our pursuit of orgasmic bliss. During one trip to Florida, I even did some advance work and found an adult club that was basically someone's very upscale home. They had an outdoor screened porch that other members and visitors could watch you in. I really like the idea of people watching us and getting excited by our passion. I wonder if she could do that in front of other people, would she become more adventurous and desire more frequent trysts with moi?

I am concerned, however, about our true identities being known as we are well known and respected in our community and business careers. I mean, how do you deal with the potential for someone to recognize you and say, "I really loved how you slapped your wife's ass while you doggie style fucked her?"

With that in mind, I wonder if others have done this with some sort of mask or partial facing covering so they could remain anonymous while exploring this. Is that allowed at any adult clubs? For sure my wife wouldn't do it with full exposure. She might discuss it at least if no one could see her full face.

Of course there are Spiritual considerations at play here too. Does this violate any Commandment? Just because I'm watching someone have sex doesn't mean I covet them and would break my marriage vow. Rather, it makes me want to have sex even more with my wife.

Has this been a twisting, winding road? It sure has...and you're not in Kansas anymore either. You're deep in the primordial, testosterone fueled soup bubbling in The Mind of a Married Man.

My Naked Wife

2005-07-08T14:30:00.000-07:00

Allright...I'm back to the "S" that seems to get the most dialogue going here on my blog...SEX. I won't apologizes for my most recent issues/rants, but they might fall under my other "S" headings of Stress and Security.

I wrote this topic down the other day as being a worthy topic for your delight and/or entertainment.

Here's the scenario:

I'm in the shower shortly after my wife has taken hers. Now, I'm not sure if some of her procedure is done knowing full well I'm watching or if it's just her sensuality. But as I begin my shower, she's standing fully naked in front of our large sink area. We have an awesome master bath with shower, whirlpool tub, double bowl vanity, hidden toilet, soaring ceiling, mood lighting, you get the idea.

So I watch her massage body lotion onto her moist, warm body. She always starts with her smallish but upturned and perky breasts. Her tawny nipples are good sized and become erect from her rubbing. She squeezes them and then each breast for good measure

Then she puts one leg up on the vanity and bends slightly so she can rub lotion all the way down her long shapely legs. Her ass quivers and her breasts hang low and shake while she does this. My arousal grows and I just want to jump from the shower, keep her bent over like that, and give her some natural lotion to rub onto her skin!

She switches legs while I continue my futile attempt at getting clean. Then she bends slightly backwards at the waist so she can rub moisturizer onto her mostly shaved mound. Now, I might be old school, but women with completely shaved pussies don't do anything for me. It might have been erotic when I first saw one and a turn on, but now it just seems overdone and since I have a little girl, it kinda creeps me out. I think a nice little patch, "landing strip", heart, whatever keeps things "landscaped" while still retaining a little nautiness and intrigue. My wife was apprehensive about creating just a little patch, but because I love giving her (and she loves receiving!) oral so much, she figured she could deal with the looks her gyno might give her. Like I told her, they've probably seen it all for some time now, so your little "mustache" probably won't faze them in the least.

She continues rubbing around and on her outer lips and then starts on her thighs and reaching around to her ass and crease. I really wish I could cum at this point because it really is too much to watch and not get any relief.

She catches me watch from an angle in the mirror and asks with a feined surprise, "what are you looking at?" She then sees my stiff erection, smiles, and says, "how could I have done that?"

I've told her before that her body was built for sex and that it's just torture watching her take showers, spread lotion on herself, even get dressed and undressed. Kinda like in "Swordfish" when Halle Barry kinda shimmies out of her clothes and shes in nothing but a black lace bra and panties.

I'm not fooling myself or lying when I say that when my wife does those things she looks as hot as Halle. It's a shame she either doesn't believe me or hear me when I tell her I think this way. She points out all the defects in her body after two kids. I say they are just badges of honor and that in some ways, her body is better now in various ways. For instance, she was too tight to enjoy anal before kids. Now, depending on mood and the number of orgasms she's had to where her juices have just soaked her ass, she can take a finger or my entire manhood. And really, her vaginal opening was also too tight and it took extreme control not to come too quickly. We used to have to use condoms just to reduce the sensitivity.

So while my Naked Wife has matured in many ways, she still is the epitome of raw sex appeal that captured my eye across a crowded college campus nearly 20 years ago.

The Cowards That Threaten My Children

2005-07-08T07:40:00.000-07:00

I can't help but watch the news coverage of the terrorist attack on London. I feel almost like a voyeur as I am consumed by a need to absorb as much information as possible.

I think my interest stems from wanting to try to comprehend how killing innocent people accomplishes an objective or at more primitive level, settles a score. I guess I'm also looking for information on how to prepare my children to live in a world that, despite them not having done anything personally against someone across the world, threatens their lives on a day to day basis.

Or perhaps my "need to know" stems from a basic instinct of "sticking up for the little guy" and "knowing right from wrong." When I was around nine or 10, I took an interest in reading about how the British stood up to Germany both in the air and on the water. I thrilled in the pursuit of the Hood against the Bismarck and being near tears to feel the despair of the British Navy when the mighty Hood was sunk so easily.

I do take comfort in watching Tony Blair's unscripted, unrehearsed, and no teleprompter speech yesterday morning immediately following the attack. His poise, steely determination, and resolve, not to mention his articulate choice of words, were most impressive. Here is a world leader worthy of admiration. And frankly, all Brits deserve our respect and support as partners past and present against pure evil.

It really is time to look at our allies and supposed ones like France and say, "you're either with us, or suffer the consequences of isolation." Then, we approach countries like Pakistan, who are known to habor terrorists, and tell them, "we will not further tolerate the aiding and abetting of cowardly terrorists who threaten our children and want to kill them. We expect full cooperation in allowing us to hunt them down like the animals they are and removing their threat permanently."

We should have made that the number one priority after 9/11. Trying to correlate 9/11 with Iraq is a travesty. You could take a poll today about changing the current mission and throwing all our military resources into a hunt for Bin Laden and I bet the public support numbers will be 80-90%. We cannot and should not be the world's police force. True, with great power comes great responsibility. But at what cost in U.S. human lives and monetary resources?

Are my thoughts and suggestions harsh? Perhaps. But how many more mornings do you want to turn the TV on and the first thing you think about is where your children are going to be today and how to protect them? Should you keep them around the house instead of being near a public place?

That's not living in peace my friends and a clear blow to the "war on terror" and/or the American Way.

Hop Aboard The Crazy Train

2005-07-06T09:55:00.000-07:00

Here's some facts from various articles in the June 20th issue of U.S. News & World Report. Can someone tell me why the hell aren't these topics being discussed by the majority of American citizens? Well, I suppose I know...no one gives a damn until it affects their own backyard.

- China's economy, growing at 9% annually, will likely become the second largest in the world by 2020, second only to the U.S.

- In 2004, Americans spent $162 billion more on Chinese goods than the Chinese spent on U.S. products. And that gap has been growing by more than 25% per year.

- China's population will soon outnumer the entire U.S. population, prompting a former U.S. ambassador to China to remark, "never before has a country risen as fast as China is doing."

- China's military budget is much higher than it acknowledges, probably the third biggest in the world.

- China has an average savings rate of 30% vs less than 2% in the U.S. Fewer than 5% of Chinese have a credit card.

Folks...we're in trouble unless the "American Way" creates debt there. Better get ready to speak Mandarian...or even Spanish after you read my next segment below.

In another article, Editor in Chief Mortimer B. Zuckerman tries to sugarcoat the growing immigration issue:

-Of children born in the U.S., only 7% percent rely on Spanish as their primary language and nearly half have no spanish skills at all.

- "Hispanics are embracing the American way. Their goals are the American Dream: economic opportunity security, health and education, and home ownership."

But then in the next paragraph, Zuckerman says Hispanics lag in one area: education. Only 60% graduate from high school and just 8% get college degrees. He says its the strong work ethic that draws them into the workplace before they finish high school.

I've got one word for Zuckerman...BULLSHIT! Get out of the toney Hamptons and your ivory tower and live in a middle class suburb that borders a lower middle to lower class Hispanic neighborhood or town. Yes, Hispanics are hardworking and can be good citizens. BUT, they don't want to assimilate the English language and use it as their primary form of verbal communication. Hence, the tax payer funded English as a Second Language courses required by law in our schools. Nice, huh? This program is a band-aid fix and doesn't prepare Hispanics for the rigors of advanced scholastic requirements. No wonder they leave school!

I think anyone that lives near a situation like this can relate. You go to the park, grocery store, etc. and you feel like you've just crossed the border and are the one with limited communication abilities. I love the authentic restaurants, but we communicate by pointing and good interpretation.

The problem is from government to private business, we've catered to Hispanics and other non-English speaking citizens by offering services and communications in their native tongue so we can get their spendable dollars...or federal tax subsidies. I can remember being a customer of Citibank until they offered seven other on screen language selections in addition to English that made using the ATM very difficult. I wonder if an ATM in Mexico or China offers that "convenience" at the expense of it's naturalized citizens?

School budgets are getting tighter throughout the country. My daughter's grade school has separate classes for non-English speaking students. This all comes at an expense...and the American taxpayer, whose parents and or grandparents came to this country and made it a priority to learn the language and fit in, is blindly funding it.

Go ahead and call me a racist, but I believe the more appropriate term would be Annoyed and Fed Up Taxpayer. I've watched our sleepy little town get a horrible reputation because the neighboring town and ours shares a middle school. Test scores are so low, police presence is daily, and home values in our town are stagnant. NO ONE with kids is moving in or staying until their kids have to go to this disgrace.

Here's one last thought for you to ponder...did you know that it's a U.S. Supreme Court law that chilren of illegal aliens MUST be allowed to attend their local public school system?

Ozzy sang it best..."Going off the rails on a crazy train!"

Heat=Horniness?

2005-07-05T14:50:00.000-07:00

Just a quickie...pardon the pun. I'd like to start a little poll here on a puzzling issue. If I'm working outside in the heat, when I'm finished and somewhat tired out, I get incredibly horny! If my wife hasn't been outside with me, I have to masturbate in the shower to relieve the need.

I asked a female friend about this once and she said that her husband used to want to have sex with her while all dirty and sweaty and she felt like he wanted to get "all his dirty work" done at once.

Anyone else experience this? Just curious if this is a inbred, genetic trait of males and after some sort of hunt, combat, etc., our libido jumped and we wanted to mate.

Monogamy, Pornography, and the Woman in the cube next to Me

2005-07-05T13:35:00.000-07:00

I should trademark that phrase…it sounds like a great movie or book title…albeit a little long.

This entry is something that I’ve been thinking about for awhile, but didn’t feel a sense of urgency about sharing since my sexual needs were being satiated by my wife. Now that the kids are back, our mini-vacation is over, the “Playboy Mansion” mirage has evaporated, and we’re back to the Grind. Raising two young kids that is…not rubbing our genitals against each other sensuously.

I enjoy being monogamous…it’s really a badge of honor that I take immense pride in. Now, I don’t begrudge those that practice alternative lifestyles. I wouldn’t mind getting some “strange” every now and then for a little "spice of life." But then I start to question the religious ramifications of this action, how I would feel knowing my wife enjoyed the company of another man or woman, and that if I could compromise this commitment, what other commitments would I minimize for the sake of pleasure?

And of course, I wouldn’t want to hurt my wife and never have her trust again. We really do trust each other implicitly. I had plenty of opportunities to have sex with other women while we dated right up to most recently with a hot banking official that admitted we had a mutual attraction to each other. So, what’s a faithful man who loves his wife but feels instinct and animal urges calling to do?

Porn…especially live action. We like to see (remember, men are visual) women naked, having sex, doing the things we would like to be doing with our wives. And the hotter the scene the better. You know what I mean…the ones that aren’t about plot or soft and tender romance. We want to see hardcore action. You know the kind...it puts a dull ache in your groin because it’s so primal. The man really giving it to the woman while she’s screaming in ecstasy…or moaning around a man-meat stuffed mouth.

I digress here a moment but I have to define, for me at least, "hardcore action" and what’s not really hot or necessary. Cumming on the face/facials, dripping cum out the mouth, licking it up, seeing it leak/drip out of orifices, and other body fluid exchanges don’t interest me nor have I ever brought them up with my wife. For me, porn embodies pure wanton lust, maybe a little domination/control, uninhibited enjoyment of the sex and pursuit of the climax. I read once that’s why porn is so popular…the actors are good looking, eagerly having sex, everyone climaxes and ends up satisfied. Even the anal virgin that begged no now loves getting it in the ass...what man doesn't like a story ending like that?

I’m not sure about most married men, but I don’t admit to my wife that I watch porn and masturbate. I think she suspects, but goes along with my explanation that I like to watch them to get ideas. Well…that IS partly true as I have employed some positions and learned about clit rubbing from watching these movies.

She does get a little miffed though and wonders why I have to look at other naked women. I try to reassure her that I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with them like I do her. It’s just that it’s nice (and relatively safe) way to fantasize about having sex with another woman and not having any other responsibility to or with them. If I was in the minority (and it wasn’t such a natural instinct), why would a recent survey of men who regularly attend church find that 94% think of sex during the service?

That statistic made me think about an unspoken fact that my wife found intriguing but difficult to accept about herself. If you’re good looking and you’re employed, ALL your male co-workers have fantasized and/or masturbated about having sex with you. They have had you in all ways imaginable and given you never before experienced rapture.

For instance, I work with several attractive women that have provided some nice daydreams. And it just takes the slightest trigger…a nicely tanned and toned calf muscle, the right blouse plunge, even a nice pair of sexy shoes and I’m off creating movies of how those shoes would be pointed up in the air while I’m holding you by the ankles and plowing your little furrow like no one else has.

My wife couldn’t or didn’t want to believe this until some of our mutual male friends admitted that they had thought of her in the most compromising of positions. She found it a bit amusing as she doesn’t consider herself an object of desire. But she is now more aware of how small a visual cue can be that gets a man thinking.

Now, she understands why some of my “movies” have the quiet but attractive girl/woman in the cube next to me with us as a threesome and they’re having as much fun with each other as they are with me. She doesn't seemed surprized at these revelations, but doesn't pursue them any further in conversation either. I think she's just letting the flames smoulder until the two of us are together again where that admission fuels our fire.

"S" For Stupidity (in honor of Tom Cruise)

2005-07-01T08:35:00.000-07:00

I read with great disbelief this morning an article about Tom Cruise criticizing Brooke Shields for having revealed she had taken an antidepressant to cope with post-natal depression. Cruise says he's studied medical science and there's no such thing as a chemical imbalance.

Yeah...and War of the World's isn't just another remake of an old classic.

What a jerk! This guy believes in a religion founded by a science FICTION author, yet feels qualified to make such Stupid observations.

I've seen post-natal depression up close and in person. I used the euphemism "baby blues" to describe to my wife what I thought she was going through and now wish that the nice, warm fuzzy phrase was never created.

My wife was a completely different person and totally out of control. She had thoughts of smashing our beautiful daughter's head into a marble table. She felt so alone, inadequate, and ashamed. This WAS not my wife, the "strong Nordic woman" of Viking descent, I knew.

Only six years later did she admit to me that she needed to see a doctor about this period and that she had to take medication to get through it. Thankfully, she didn't have the same post-partum experience after our son was born and clearly enjoyed the new mother experience much more that time around.

That's the danger sometimes with religious beliefs. People try to interpret meaning and then apply to other situations in life. In this case, Tom's Stupidity could be the title of his next movie:

"Top Dumb"

Thanks Tom...you've given me another "S" to contemplate for topics surrounding what goes on In The Mind of a Married Man.

Does Anyone "Make Out" Anymore?

2005-06-30T12:50:00.000-07:00

I'm listening to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack as I write. Dusty Springfield is singing, "Son of a Preacher Man." What a sultry, sexy voice. Hmm...it might make for some nice adult "make out" music. So for Marie and Square1, here's more of that musical journey one of you mentioned in a comment.

My wife and I were joking around about how our physical affection for each other seems so more hurried, planned, and focused as adults. When we met in college, we had the time to slowly "make out" with our hands and tongues exploring each other's mysteries to where our agonizing passion had to be fulfilled. She'd stroke my hardness so much that I sometimes got "burned" as we hadn't considered the benefits of lubricant other than what nature provided us with.

Those adolescent "make out" sessions...you can remember some I'm sure...really were thrilling, weren't they? The promise of knowledge, of experience, and of one of my "S's": satisfaction. The entire topic of "making out" came up during one of our evening walks. We saw a 14-15 year old boy and girl trying their best not to be noticed as they "fooled around" at the edge of a park.

Sorry to get distracted here...but Maria McKee is singing "If Love Is A Red Dress" (hang me in rags) Damn...that's just audio sex! If you and your significant other need to set a mood, put this and the above Dusty song on, have some nice mood enhancing substance, and get your groove on.

Anyway, after seeing the minors getting horney, I remarked to my wife that in my experience, it was always the female who was the aggressor. She debated this with me until I reminded her who had their pants off first in our relationship! But really, I can remember most of the girls I dated, saw, visited, etc. usually had their hands down my pants first.

You know...I like the way "making out" sounds as opposed to "getting hooked up". I think it has something to do with the fact that you did that with someone you knew and cared for as opposed to a virtual stranger. Lust is one thing...but it's even better when it's for someone you share mutual feelings with.

You may find this amusing, but I never had full-blown, all the way sex with a girl/woman that I really didn't like. Even in college, I just couldn't "bang" a girl, even friends, if I really wasn't into them completely. And believe me, I had plenty of opportunities to do so and even pissed off a few girls when I shut down their advances. This one girl gave great blow jobs, even swallowed, but wanted to go further and I just couldn't. She just didn't "do it" for me. Perhaps I was concerned about sending her and the others the wrong message and having to deal with the drama of avoiding them afterwards. Or, maybe I'm just a decent person and really didnt' want to hurt another human being's feelings. Now, when I go thru a dry spell with my wife, I have fantasized about what I could have done with those girls. Believe me when I say it's like the best hard core porn you've ever seen. But I guess I'm not into dehumanization, so for me, those extremes will always just be between me and my hand.

Funny how as I end this entry, Samuel L. Jackson is quoting Ezekiel 25:17. Hmm...maybe I just add another "S" to my repetoire...Spirituality.

James Brown sang...

2005-06-29T09:40:00.000-07:00

Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good
I knew that I would now
I feel good
I knew that I would now
So good, so good, I got you

Since the kids are still away, it's been a virtual Playboy Mansion Grotto playground at home! Hot, passionate sex twice in one week! My wife keeps thinking its the heat outside...I keep telling her I burn hot for her all the time...you know, the "fire down below."

The reason for the above song lyrics is that for some strange reason, after each episode this week, I get a mental image of a man dancing for joy! The image I had after Episode 1 (entitled Love IS a Drug) was of George Kastanza on Seinfeld dancing in circles, practically doing piourettes, with his hands up in the air. My wife and I sure got a chuckle out of that one.

Today's image was equally unusual...James Brown getting his groove on while singing, "I Feel Good." Strange? Well, here's the whole story. You can decide for yourself if I should have danced.

We went for a walk last night and afterwards just chilled on our large deck overlooking the woods and burbling stream. We started to get really relaxed, so rather than become a comatose mosquito feast, we decided to go inside our house. I mentioned taking a bath several times and my wife questioned why I mentioned that with a knowing smile. Well, sorry to puff up my chest here, but I am DAMN good with my tongue! She thought the warm water would make us even more tired and asked if we could just cuddle and perhaps have another morning tryst. No problem with that and I joked it would now be hard to sleep with my mind going on hyperdrive with fantasies about what the morning could entail. Then I had a really great idea...I said, "OK...I'm cool with waiting but there's one catch...you have to be on top and rub yourself."

Now, my wife isn't as adventureous as me and rarely initiates any activity. But, she's no prude and will go along with my ideas/suggestions with unbridled enthusiasm. I thought this might be an opportune time to have some "pillow talk" and learn more about each other...even after 15 years of marriage!

So I asked her a question that I've thought about been never been able to verbalize. "Do you like to be the more passive one and have me kind of take control?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

To be completely graphic so there's no mistaking what we would like as preferred and regular roles, I say, "well...it's difficult to say it this way, but would you rather be on top or have me holding your legs high up by the ankles, spreading your legs wide open, and fucking your brains out?"

Now, I don't think most woman talk or even think this way, but guys do and if like me, part of their sexual satisfaction is derived from meeting their wive's needs.

My wife ponders these variations and replies, "I'd rather you be more in control."

NOW we're getting somewhere! That explains, to me anyway, why I must always initiate. She likes to feel ravished, appreciated, looked at the way a wolf looks at a rabbit.

Emboldened with this revelation, I reminder her that part of the deal of foregoing sex tonight is that she has to do all the work the next morning. She murmur her agreement and drifts off to sleep while my mind races.

After my usual morning routine, which for some reason I complete very quickly (salicious grin here), I go into the bedroom and roughly remove my clothes. She hears the noise and rolls over, again wearing nothing but a VS thong.

"Ready for our agreement?" I ask while spreading some lube on my happy erection.

She replies that her being on top takes so long for me to come and she doesn't know how long she can go. I reply that with the way I'm feeling this morning, it won't be too long. Damn, as good as she is, she still doesn't have confidence in her abilities! I then lay back and watch her position herself over me and then sink down onto me while we stare into each other's eyes. I tell her how great she feels and how pretty she is. She loves letting her hair brush my face in this position as well as me cupping her breasts and letting her nipples rub against my hands.

She gradually picks up her pace and really starts to get into it. Then she does the one thing that makes sex so intimate between us. She starts rubbing herself so we can orgasm together. She senses that I'm getting close, so she goes absolutely wild, riding me like some possessed cowgirl. Of course, I love it and that sends me over the edge. I grab and spank her beautiful ass for some naughtyness while our tension filled release removes any other thought or concern.

Afterwards, I remark with genuine awe, "what a week." To which she replies, "and the kids don't come home for another day."

Hmm...my mind is already thinking.

Sing on Brother James!

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

2005-06-28T11:15:00.000-07:00

Hmm...maybe Aretha was a prophet as well. I learned of a presentation by a well-known scholar, author, and Christian marriage counselor. His take on the difficulties between men and women in marriage were that men need to feel respected by their wives and then they'll express love and tenderness to their wives. Conversely, wives need to feel loved by their husbands in order to show them respect.

Sometimes I wonder if the women's rights movement wasn't just a ploy by corporations to gain a lower paid workforce? I know many women in their 60's-80's that say after gaining a foothold in the workplace, they still feel that the job that gave them the most self worth and rewards was in being a mother.

I've met plenty of very strong women during my professional career, some even being self-described feminists, but for the most part, they were unhappy individuals. Why? Because they have forgotten or forgone various roles/attributes they could embrace, but in doing so, might make them seem weak and a "typical female."

I think the 1950's-60's were a great time for families and that everyone knew and did their expected roles. The problem was that men didn't appreciate (read RESPECT) all the work their wives did at home and their impact on society. Thus, those wives started encouraging their daughters to do more with their lives.

Perhaps modern man has learned (or taught a lesson or two by the right woman!) to appreciate those efforts as he's had to share in doing them. And because he respects and values those efforts, women aren't so hot to continue climbing the career ladder anymore and find being a SAHM is the best job they could have and the one that matters most. Lord knows that you don't have to go to work to be competitive. There's plenty of competition with other moms, with your far too intelligent, future debate team champion early grade school daughter, etc. to make the workplace look any more challenging or personally fulfilling.

I make certain to tell my wife nearly daily an appreciation of her efforts. No one likes to be taken for granted and I think sometimes guys do that unknowingly. Even if its to grunt approval of the dinner she has made while you shovel it in! No really, you should something simple like, "Damn, that was a good meal. Better than in any restaurant." I know that secretly pleases my wife.

So what I'm saying here is to appreciate your wife is to love her is to have her respect you. Sometimes being a gentleman like in the "old days" will result in her adoring you...and of course, meeting your other needs!

Future Shock

2005-06-27T14:12:00.000-07:00

Well folks, here's one of my "S" words that men worry about.

Security. As in Social Security.

I read in the June 13, 2005 issue of U.S. News & World Report that in the 1960 Supreme Court case of Flemming v. Nestor, it was ruled that "there is no inherent right to SS benefits" and that the government doesn't guarantee the benefits. Quoting Justice John Harlan at the time, SS was designed "to function into the indefinite future, and its specfic provisions rest on predictions as to expected economic conditions."

Now, you don't have to be too intelligent not to understand that loophole basically predicted the future demise of SS to it's expected date of 2041. I'll be 78 then and a day late and more than a dollar short.

We the people REALLY need to take back our country from big business, special interests, lax immigration laws, NAFTA stupidity, etc. before it's too late and we become the second economic superpower behind China. And sooner or later with all the Greenbacks heading south, Mexico will pass us by as well.

My advice? Better starting living within your means and start saving. Consumer debt is at 12 trillion and rising while personal bankruptcy filings have doubled in the last 10 years. But those at the top aren't too worried about the base of the pyramid it seems. Wait till their future namesakes can only find work cutting lawns...

Love IS A Drug!!! (long but good!)

2005-06-27T07:57:00.000-07:00

I came up with my daily entry title this morning while driving to work. My wife and I had awesome wake up sex this morning and it was really spontaneous and unplanned. Well...perhaps I had a plan! But I digress for the moment...the affects of the awesome and long due orgasm made me see colors more vibrantly, the air smelled great, music sound so much richer, and I know this may sound "girly", but I had an afterglow that made me smile to myself and say, "look out world, you can't get me down today!" It kinda of was like the mellow but hightened awareness of various senses you get when high but without some of the fog and none of the dry throat and munchie craving.

This all started yesterday when a surprise visit with the grandparents resulted in the kids going back to their house for a few days. Now here's a good example of how differently men and women think. I immediately go into a "Penthouse Forum" mode of thinking and how wild the sex is going to be. I'm sure my wife began fantasizing about sleeping in, resting on the couch, and a dinner out with me. I'm thinking rutting and she's thinking relaxing. How do we meet somewhere in the middle of the forest?

So we make it a lazy day and have a few drinks and a quiet meal together. We share some enthusiasm for a quick moving thunderstorm that gives us some much needed rain. Later, she camps out on the couch and proceeds to watch a cheesy movie on AMC. I put her legs and feet up on my lap and massage them a bit. I lean over and give her a few soft kisses on her neck, chest, and face. Nothing. No sighs, reciprocation, words, etc. So, I went upstairs and started getting ready for bed.

After 10-15 minutes go by, she comes up and asks if I'm going to bed. Without my voice betraying my dissapointment, I casually say, "yes, I'm tired." So while I'm finishing, she gets ready. This is why these moments are so frustrating. She comes out of the dressing closet wearing nothing but the thong she had on all day. My wife, at 38, is still smoking hot. She's got a model build at 5'8", 130 lbs., average size breasts but perky and great nipples, past the shoulder auburn hair, gorgeous green eyes, luscious long legs that taper nicely to shapely feet, very pretty facial features, I could go on and on, but as you can tell, I still lust for her after being together since meeting in college in the mid 80's and gettting married in the early 90's.

It takes every ounce of restraint to not grab her, throw her into bed, and tell her I need a good doggie style fucking and so does she. That thought was still with me this morning when I woke up. So after doing some morning tasks and working out, I go upstairs and get back into bed with her. She's on her side with her lovely ass exposed for my gentle caresses and pats. I cuddle up to her and she slowly wakes up and pushes herself back into me and rubs one of my legs with hers. OK...good signs. After a few more moments of this, I deliberately remove her thong. She now is fully awake, rolls over and questions me about being late for work. I leer at her and say, "we used to love wake up sex before the kids. Don't you want a nice wake up?" She rolls over again as "spooning" is one of our favorite positions, and presents an image that drives me wild. I spread some lube on my raging erection and slowly enter her. I'm surprised and encouraged that she seemed slightly wet already like we were both on the same brainwave...we needed sex!
As I can't be late for work but have a very short commute, I ask her if I can make it a quickie instead of the usual multiple orgasm marathon session for her pleasure and my ego. See...men CAN be considerate!

She replies that's fine and nice sometimes as she can then walk the next day! So we increase our tempo and I rub her clit at the same time. Then I pull her onto my chest while I'm on my back. This give me a great view of everthing and is really an intimate, but athletic position. I think this also really lets me hit her "G spot". We got so worked up and sweaty that we came together and gripped each other while in the convulsions of our climax.

We've got such a buzz going from the endorphin rush that we stumble our way to the bathroom where I get the shower ready and she lets our love out into the toilet. She remarks it must be the heat as there was alot today. I tell her no, it's just that she makes me so hot and what should she expect being the hottie she is.

We embrace before I leave for work and I arrive on time and with a secretive smile on my face. While my co-workers were driving to work, I was driving my wife and I to pleasureville. What a great "drug" to take before going to work!

How Stress Killed My Hairline

2005-06-24T13:45:00.000-07:00

So guys are just so carefree that all they do is blech and fart, huh? Maybe scratch our balls and shake our cocks at our partner while saying "whoo hoo"? I wish that's how mindless most of us are. We don't get the credit we deserve for worrying about paying the mortgage, saving for the kids' college, saving for retirement, etc. Nah...the feminist agenda has nearly castrated men...espcially white males...to the point where we are discriminated against. That's right...
take a really hard, objective look at popular culture. TV and movies show dads as bumbling idiots while the heroic female uses her far superior intelligence to save the day. Or, just as worse, the insensitive jerk that doesn't share equally in taking care of the home and the kids.

Rodney Dangerfield was a prophet ahead of his time. Men can't get any respect.

So what's this have to do with my hairline? I used to have beautiful blond hair that made me very attractive to women. My wife said it was one of the first things that caught her eye in college back in the 80's. With a chiseled swimming /bodybuilder physique, my wife said she often felt like a greek god was fucking her. Talk about a ego trip!

Being the responsible person I am, I really got aggressive early in my 20's to move up the corporate ladder. With increasing responsibilities came increased pay, increased lifestyle, increased stress, increased future planning, etc. Then throw in the pressure of making sure you are a good marriage partner by doing 50% or more of the work and the vicious cycle keeps repeating until you've worried yourself bald. And that's what I am now...shaved bald daily with a goatee. I suppose the Vin Diesel look isn't so bad...it does make me look itimidating.

In some ways though, I do regret losing my hair over worrying about life's details and making sure others (wife, future kids now current kids) needs are met. It would have been nice to just drift along in the current of life and let it take me to whoknowswhere. But then I wake up from my daydream and realize that this is more like the parable about the Grasshopper and the Ant. And deep down inside, I knew I never wanted to freeze to death like the Grasshopper.

What Am I Here For?

2005-06-23T09:36:00.000-07:00

Somedays, it seems like I'm just the paycheck that pays for my family's security. My children are too young (3 and 6) to understand the sacrifice one must make to wake up each day to head off to job that is uninspiring and soul-crushing. Because it didn't make financial sense for my wife to go back to work after our second child was born, we decided to let her stay at home until he went to school. I lost a job and then gained my current one where my salary was increased to a level where we can live decently on my income.

My wife knows the bullshit I must take nearly daily from the female president who within two weeks of working with her, I called her out on her dislike for strong men and her need to control them. That was back in the day when I was outspoken and stood up for myself. Now, because I earn a great salary, I don't dare challenge her. I wonder if that's why she raised me to the level I now earn...so she could have that control over me that she wouldn't have at a lower salary level.

There's a positive learning experience in every situation and in this one, I've learned to persevere and put the needs of others (my family) before mine (job satisfaction). But it isn't easily and some days I have such inner turmoil that it does affect my disposition at home. I suppose it would help if my wife would greet me at the door and tell me she knows my day was probably shitty and that she appreciates my commitment to the family. Of course, a nice sex session that night would also be helpful! (Ladies...take note here!) A man that is given regular and varied sex with enthusiasm is able to take on the world because he's satisfied at home.

Frankly, I think the entire world would be happier if men got sex on a more regular basis. Frustration and stress lead to anger which leads to....? If you want something, you have to give something. So married women, forget about being tired or not in the mood if you want hubby to help around the house, finish that project, go somewhere with you that he normally wouldn't.

I'm not saying to use sex as a weapon. Rather, perhaps, as a means to an end. You get what you want. He gets what he wants. Everybody is happy.

Isn't that what we're all here for anyways?

Welcome/Salutations/Warnings

2005-06-22T08:56:00.000-07:00

Well...being a 42 year old married male with two small children living the suburban dream has its Rockwell type moments. Then again, the yearning for new adventures and excitement always boils beneath the surface. Hearing so much about blogging (and being employed in the marketing/PR field), I decided to take the plunge and start a blog for several reasons. Some are selfish...like wanting to have an understanding about what the hype is all about as well as wanting a forum to vent and employ my SEVERELY underutilized writing abilities. On the other hand, I hope to enlighten and entertain others on what truly goes on in The Mind Of A Married Man and perhaps you can use what you learn here for the betterment of your life. All subjects will be frankly discussed, so if squeemish or under age 18, please look elsewhere for advice/inspiration/knowledge.

With all that said, defining "The Mind Of A Married Man" is a complex thing. Like the four "C's" used to describe diamonds, I think there are four "S" words that can sum up that swirling vortex: Sex, Security, Stress, and Satisfaction.

I'll touch on all these in future posts. Welcome aboard. You're about to go on a trip you'll never forget.

ZGD