Excerpts From Suburbia

The Joy of Mimi Sucking...

2008-10-24T12:56:00.001-07:00

I originally started to write this at the beginning of the week. You may say that it took a week to write, but I have been stuck on the last part, which in fact did take several re-writes… But it does say exactly what I want to say now…

Mimi and I have an understanding. She is a jealous type of woman and openly acknowledges the fact. I on the other hand, am not jealous to the point of not wanting my wife to have relations with other guys in the context of simply having sex as long as I am present and part of the activities. The general understanding between us is that in the course of our adventures and exploration, she has no desire in any form or fashion of me having sex or any sort of intimate activity with another woman.

I am sure by reading Mimi’s posts (“A New Friend” “Plunging Head First…” & “A Surreal Afternoon”) you have gotten to enjoy some of our escapades with new people. Currently this is an issue we are tip toeing around because Mimi isn’t sure if she really wants to pursue any new cocks. We have been discussing the issue for some time now and it seems that one day she is absolutely adamant about never including third party again, other times she is telling me she wants me to set something up, and other times she is just very luke warm to the idea.

I, on the other hand, am sort of sitting back till she makes some sort of decision about what she wants to do. This may be my way of making a decision without making a decision. You see, one of those things about my wife I have come to understand and accept is that she does not like to make decisions. Possibly one reason she is so submissive, is she wants to give her self away to letting other people tell her what to do, at least in the case of sex.. Well not just any “other people” only Daddy… yes, that is right, my little Slut likes being told what to do.

However after some interesting activities we have had lately, and some other conversations we have had, I think I am ready to make my Slut, suck on some more cocks… Not because she wants to (Well I suspect she does deep down, but because she doesn’t want to be responsible for her actions, she is becoming self conscious), but because I am going to tell her to do so. I think she wants to crawl on the floor, and be told to suck a cock.

When I introduced Mimi to her first strange cock, she took that cock, and sucked it like she had not had a cock in her mouth in many a moon. She grasped his legs and you could see how wet her pussy was as she kneeled with her legs spread and pussy glistening and then she brought the guy off without any hesitation or thinking, she sucked him dry… Mimi swallowed very bit of cum. Then when she enjoyed her first group experience with six men, she kept on sucking cock, and swallowing cum. She couldn’t get enough. When I watch the tape of her, one could see how she loved taking the cock that was forced down her throat. She always wanted more and took more. She swallowed when they came in her mouth, and took their cocks no matter what the size, deep in her throat. She spread her wet pussy wide and took several large cocks, and regular size cocks, all the while swallowing cock. We had a MFM and a MFMM adventure, and there too, she swallowed cum and sucked cock enjoying it, moaning and taking more, and swallowing all the cum they could shoot into her mouth, across her eager tongue, then swallowing. What they could not get into her mouth because of their aim, she scooped up with her fingers and slurped it right up.

So you must be wondering, where the hell is he going with this? Well, first off I have to tell you, have you ever watched a woman who likes sex. I mean you can see it in her eyes, the way she pleads for more, the way she moves, always trying to get a cock in deeper, be it her mouth, pussy or ass. She squirms, and pushes her hips, deeper and harder, she takes the cock till she gags, still wanting more. She gives herself over, and she seems to be in another place. She ascends to a place of ecstasy, wanting and needing more. If you have never seen this before it is a thing of amazing beauty. I have only known one other woman who even might have been like this, but we were not together long enough to explore these things, but then again, I was too young and dumb to understand or recognize the beauty of this level of sex. Mimi is the only other woman I have ever known who held this lust for sex and the only one I have ever experienced in person going to this earthly Nirvana. I love watching Mimi getting off, but as she services others and me, she takes this beauty, this eroticism to a level that is absolutely beautiful.

I look forward to the next time I can tell her to get to her knees and suck my cock, all the while naked or at the very least partially naked, writhing about as she sucks me off, then pointing her to someone else and telling her to suck that cock as well. Maybe I will fuck her as other sink their cocks in her mouth… who knows, but I do plan to send my slut forth to suck more cock for her pleasure and mine.

My Good Little Slut

2008-10-24T12:32:00.001-07:00

I am not one who like this type of prose, but this came to me based on a time Mimi and I recently had and this is how it flowed onto "paper." I hope you enjoy...

The lights are low
I see her lying on the bed
She is hidden in shadows
I see the curves of her form
Her legs spread apart slightly
A hand behind her head
Two fingers playing with her hard red nipple
Her eyes are slightly closed
Her body moves just slightly as she squeezes that nipple
Her breathing is heavy in long drawn out breaths
I move toward her and straddle her chest
He hand moves form her nipple and above her head
I move up on her, straddling her shoulders
Pinning her arms, she can only move them slightly
She is trapped
My cock raises, it is hardening
She gasps; I can feel her hot breath on my cock
With one hand I immobilize her wrists
With the other hand I slap her face with my cock, not once, not twice
I slap her face several times
Each time she opens her mouth and my cock moves across her tongue
She wants to swallow my cock, as she is trapped and cannot move
I let my cock lie upon her lips as she tries to use her tongue to get it to her mouth
I reach back with my free hand
Her pussy is wet
My fingers easily fall into he the wetness the warmth the softness of that pussy
She moans and my finger move in and out
She still licks my cock
She wants my cock in her mouth
My finger runs from her pussy, down just a bit, to her anus
She is wet, she is dripping wet
Her anus is relaxed, and easily a finger slips in
She moans again, as her ass is fingered
Another finger slips in, and a deeper moan
She still wants my cock
My hand moves back to my cock, and I raise up on my knees
Her mouth opens wide
I guide my cock into her mouth
I now take a wrist into each hand, and push them against the headboard
She can go no where
My cock plunges into her mouth
Slowly with short strokes
She sucks and slurps as my cock goes in and out of her mouth
Her tongue runs down the bottom of my cock
I raise and lower my hips
I push my cock into her mouth with longer strokes
I feel the back of her throat
She takes it all
I hear her gasp for air
I send my cock deeper into her throat
How does she swallow my cock like that
I feel her tongue on my shaft
I feel her throat constrict against my cock
Her mouth is like her wet pussy
I let her hands go
She can only grasp my hips
I pull my cock out and slap her with it more
She is moaning and moving under me
I reach back
She is wetter now
My fingers slip into her pussy
My fingers fill her ass
She wants cock in her mouth, in her pussy, in her ass
She likes sucking cock and she tells me more
She likes taking cock one after the other
She wants me to fuck her mouth
I turn back for the work at hand
My cock goes deep into her mouth
Her saliva drips down my shaft as I pull out
Deeper this time
Now faster I thrust my cock in her mouth
She grunts, I can tell she is saying “YES!”
Faster I fuck her mouth
Faster, deeper
I am nearing the end
The nexus of the moment is impending
I reach back, and play with her clit
She is rocking and bucking as I fuck her mouth now
She cannot get away
I fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her
I am going to fill her mouth with my cum
She is grunting more as I rub her clit
I rub it so hard I know it feels good but hurts at the same time
I think about how I want to ram my cock into her ass next
Faster, and faster
I feel her tongue,
She wants my cum
Suddenly I can’t hold back
My hands go to the headboard
As if I am fucking her pussy, I ram my cock home
She is grasping for air now
She can’t breath
I am showing my cock deep in her throat
Suddenly it hits me
I pull out halfway
I spray my hot cum into her mouth
She sputters a bit with the surprise, drops spill from the corners of her lips
She suck on my cock hard
Greedily swallowing my cum
Her tongue cleans my cock
I slowly move my cock in and out
I feel my cock softening yet she still licks it
She has cum dripping down her face as I pull my cock form her mouth
I move back, so she now has full use of her arms and hands
She wipes up the cum with her fingers and licks it off
She smiles
“Now fuck me, make me your slut again”

*Suburban Kink

2008-10-15T07:54:00.000-07:00

In my blog, Truth Sex & Blogging, I mention numerous times my loathing of suburbia. Thus the whole “Excerpts from Suburbia” just another proverbial finger for that grazing land we all go to when we have kids, cars, consumer debt, and mortgages. I also believe I mentioned at some point a night Mimi and I went out for coffee. I still remember this incident vividly. It was the point in my life where I was nearing forty and the realization of the suburbs came slamming into me.

Mimi and I had had enough of the kids. Our son was just old enough to sit at home watch TV or play video games and listen out for his sister while we tried to steal away into the night for a cup of coffee away from the house. So we get into the car, drive up the road to our favorite coffee place, and just as we are rolling up, I see the lights are down, and I glance at the clock… you know it was ONLY a little after 9PM. Now these folks are our friends, with kids and the such; so I tell Mimi, no big deal, there is this other place I know of down the road. We continue down the road and turn into the strip mall. Now this place is fashioned to be kind of chic, especially for suburbia, with reds and oranges making up the interior, wood floors, nice art on the walls… very “In-town” looking… but you know what, this place is freaking closed too. I am serious, we are hitting like 9:15PM and a coffee house is closed. What the hell is that?

Not to be beaten, I recall there us a Starbucks that was just built a couple of miles down the street. Now we are talking about Starbucks, I am not a fan of their coffee, but they ought to be open right? I know the one I used to go to many years ago, in-town, was open till 11PM most week nights and had little jazz ensembles playing… Look, I am a realist; I know that isn’t what I am going to get in the suburbs, but how about a simple freaking cup of coffee… Well I think not… Yep, you have guessed it reader, the place was closed. I was desperate, I phoned the Books-a-Million down the street at the mall to see if they were open and what time they closed, bear in mind it is now about 9:30PM now. I hit pay dirt, they tell me they are still open, but are going to close at 10PM. I look at Mimi and being as it would be another 10 or 15 minutes to get there, another 5 minutes to order and get our coffees, that would leave us with a mere 10 minutes maybe to enjoy the coffee and look at books…

Well, that is suburbia for you. At 9PM, life stops in the suburbs. At 9PM all good suburbanites should be tucked in to their beds watching TV and soon nodding off so they can get up at 5AM and start the day all over.

So I relate that small episode in my life with you because my Mimi is bored with suburbia. She is bored with life. She is bored with a great many things. I guess I am just on auto pilot, looking for those moments when I can chill out. The routine these days is wake up, get ready for work, take the little one to school, the oldest has already taken the bus by the time the rest of us are ready to go. Then there is work, and then picking the kids up from school and/or sports and preparing dinner. During the whole dinner preparation, the kids occupy themselves and then after dinner, there are showers/baths, and then about 8:30 to 9PM at night Mimi and I have our time. Except, wait… we are beat down by this point. Now sometimes between the two of us we can squeeze in a nice session of sex/love making, which makes the whole day worth it. But this is our day, our routine, and I can see how Mimi is fed up with it all.

Talking to a friend of mine down the street a couple of weeks ago he was telling me their nightly routine. And you know what I found out? We in suburbia are all the same for the most part. It’s like a template. Not only are the houses and cars and pets, and everything else the same. Our routines are even the fucking same. So several months ago, I am talking to my best friend at lunch, and he tells me he was discussing a number of things with his secretary. At some point the conversation went to boring suburbia, and his secretary told him there are lots of things to do if you looked for them. Then she divulges there are about three neighborhoods we are familiar with that we have common friends in, and that have current professional athletes, etc… which have Key Parties or other forms of swinger parties.

So as I have processed all of these things I really have decided that Suburbia is that place you go when we have kids, cars, consumer debt, and mortgages. And it is also there that we all start swinging. Because I know my wife is not the only one bored. I know that the “Ice Storm” wasn’t purely something out of someone’s imagination, that shit was happening in the 70’s and I know it has been happening forever. It is just that no one wants to talk about it. Which I really do not blame them… But I have come to the understanding that experimental sex isn’t so strange, it is rather ordinary.

I read something the other day, and I have to say it makes absolute sense. The premise is simple, if you think you have a kink, don’t think you are alone. If you thought it up, it has already been done, and being done all around you. You just need to open your eyes up. There was a guy on the Playboy Radio calling in for advice from Tiffany because he wanted to know more about his diaper fetish, as he thought he was alone. Off the top of her head, she basically made the same statement, “if you thought of it, it has already been done…. You are not alone, and there are a lot of folks who like diapers… You can even poopy in them… and that is ok…” Now look I don’t really advocate the whole diaper fetish and certainly don’t get into “poopy play” but there are a lot of folks who do… Google it, you will be amazed. Google any kink, and you will find it.

At this point I now have to wonder… If swinging is so normal, which it must be if “poopy play” is normal, then is the Missionary position the new kink?

Learning to Swim...

2008-10-09T18:44:00.000-07:00

To honestly understand a thing about what this post refers to you need to check out Mimi's Blog first, then read the following... If you just want to be totally confused, read on, but then you are going to have to still read Mimi's Blog... its all up to you!

Mimi and I have discussed this for some time, and it has been an evolution of sorts. It is still an evolution in the making. We have been sorting out our feelings over the past week and quite honestly I feel as if I made an idiot out of myself. Not because I had issues with my wife writhing around in sheer ecstasy while having sex with two guys, but because I lost focus of what was happening. We also disregarded a rule, which I think necessary, that being to only engage with someone one time, not multiple times. And then there was another point which Mimi had not thought nor had I, as in my mind I believe it was implicit. I simply felt/perceived as if I were being left out of the situation. Along with not being able to sleep well the night before (an issue I have from time to time that not even Lunesta can help at times), and these other issues/perceptions, a perfect storm was created in my mind. I got pissed off, and instead of trying to realign the situation in my head, I went with my impulse and that was to get pissed off.

Now I didn't get pissed off with Mimi, I told her I was pissed off with myself, but this started a meltdown like a China Syndrome of Swinging, and well here we are. The point I want to make in all of this is the key to enjoying additional partners, regardless of how it is done, is communication, and the ability to understand the situation from both a macrocosm and a microcosm. And then over and beyond that is both husband and wife need to be encouraging of the other and reinforce their love and make sure that everyone else that is involved knows the other spouse is the most important person in the world, the room, or wherever, while the extra partners are there as guests of the other spouse.

In our situation, I see this as an exploration by the two of us, and as such we are the most important things to one another. I do not believe we have finished our exploration with other partners, but what I think we have done at this point is jumped into the deep end of the pool found out how deep and cold the water is, and have escaped to the ladder. We are reevaluating the depth and temperature of the pool, and will be getting back in shortly... But maybe this time we will start from the shallow end.

If you want to start at the beginning of my blogging, go to "Truth, Sex and Blogging" for my original foray into Blogging. Also, you should probably read the first post on "Excerpts." Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoy and I hope if you do read this Blog our experience will be more than just interesting.

Three Years Later

2008-10-09T18:32:00.000-07:00

So much time, so little has changed…

Well that isn’t exactly true, but I am working at the same company I left in 2005 when I started this blog. I am in a different division, and work with different people, but the same company none the less. I am three years older, but I think none the wiser. I still haven’t found my earthbound Nirvana, the money problems are still there, but not nearly as bad as they were. I still don’t sleep well, even after all this time, thankfully I have sleeping pills and other “natural” aides at my disposal. My wife and children are three years older, but even with that much maturity, and with ten years between them, my children still find ways to fight among themselves and drive their Mom and I insane on a daily basis. Now I know why Mick wrote about “Mommy’s Little Helper” because God knows Mimi needs them and I do as well… So where do you get some of those things? I heard a news report recently that prescription drugs are easier to get hold of than say Pot. Now I wanna know where these kids and adults are getting their script drugs from, because I can get Pot about anytime I want it, if I were so inclined, not to say I am not, but just saying if I were…

So why am I making this post? Well I think maybe I should do some more writing, some more posting, some more narcissistic lauding of myself via clever and splendid puns and ironies. You know I would love to talk about politics, but this blog isn’t about politics, it’s about my musings, sexual adventures with Mimi and my non-political rants. I don’t want to talk about politics or religion here because I am not going to change your mind about how this religion is right and that is wrong if there is even a wrong religion, I just think there are crazy zealots regardless of religion, and they use God, Allah, Jehovah, or whomever as a cover to enable them to achieve some level or ridiculous power they try to maintain by saying they are a prophet or some such bullshit like that. I am not going to change your mind about being a Democrat, Republican, Communist, Independent, Greeny or whatever… You are what you are going to label yourself and you are going to vote for which ever person you are going to vote for regardless of anything I am going to type here, so it’s a waste of your time and my time, and I know how Mr. Hand feels about wasting his time. I am certainly not missing the dance to make up time with him.

So with those things stated, I want you to know, if you leave a comment, and want to debate some minutia of detail that had to do with religion or politics, you will not get a rise out of me, because I am not going to debate the issue... Now if I legitimately ask you a question and I am looking for an answer, and I find I want to debate your answer, then we can have some fun… take for example my question about getting/giving head on the highway (this will take you to my old blog I started about three years ago)… what is the proper etiquette, can I look or not? You tell me.

So here is the deal, you probably got here via my wife Mimi … Click on her name to get to her blog if you happened upon my diatribe by some other means. But however you got here, I started this blogging in the Spring of 2005. I was going through a tough time back then. You see, the year before, I had been laid off from a company that “NEVER” lays-off workers. I didn’t get laid-off because I sucked or wasn’t a good worker, or because people hated me, I got laid-off because of the bottom fucking line. I made too much money. Unfortunately, I was making less money that the average IT professional in the position I was in and had been looking for another job when it happened. Now you know that it’s better to find a job when you have one… Well that company just sped up my job search even though I was jobless for four freakin months. But it’s all cool now. You know when they say “everything is going to be ok” well it really is, it may take a day or a whole ten years, but eventually “they” are right.

So to understand what I am writing about, you will probably have to go see Mimi's blog, as she will compliment what I have to say. Also you will get some really naughty and erotic stories from her. She is nasty hot and I am glad she is my wife, that is without a doubt. This is sort of my new coming out post, meaning, I haven’t written in some time on my blog, almost three years. What do I talk about? I talk about sex, my sexual exploits with Mimi, sex in general, I may solicit things from my female readers, you never know… I will talk about my human observations, things that piss me off, sort of like a young Andy Rooney who gets laid on a regular basis. I will tell you about my job, and things of that nature… So really this will be about my two favorite things, sex and ranting… So there you go, I have narrowed it down. Have fun, read the back story (my original blog from the beginning) and should I ever have a comment, I will look forward to it. Until next time… Oh wait, next time will be in just a moment as I have another post I need to add… You may find this tantilizing, or titilating, who gives a fuck, you will just have to go over to Mimi’s to understand what the hell I am talking about.