The Lowdown on the May Camping Trip

Ah, so I've put off blogging about the camping trip.  It will be a nice thing to reminisce about right now as I'm missing NMB more than I thought I would.  (He said he misses me too!)  In fact, in light of him missing me and the fact that I'm the person he's seeing most regularly, I might have the "can I call you my boyfriend" conversation soon, but I'm in no hurry.  We have been seeing each other for 3
months now.

Ah, so the camping trip.  I know what you want to hear about, you want to hear about tent sex, well you will.  But first I'll discuss the general feel of things.  The sexual energy between us was controllable and we managed to keep things at a level so as not to annoy my friends.  In general we sat near each other and occasionally took opportunities to sneak off and have little make out sessions.  (Oh, you need something from the car?  Let me go with you and attack your face with mine.)  During the car trip to a hiking trail on Saturday, we sat close and held hands.  He would gently run a finger or two along my inner forearm and make me shiver with goosebumps and desire. Oh, geeze, I miss that boy.  He got along well with my friends, having similar interests and working for the popular website that he does helped earn cred there.  His accent brought some pain to T, a new friend there who had recently broken up with a boy from England.  We did eventually have to explain the poly situation to T.  (Yes, we're married, but not to each other. Ha!)

Each night we retired to the tent with much pent up desire.  It was chilly outside, but clothes came off quickly anyway.  My tent has more open screen area than you want if you desire privacy, making the
slightly exhibitionist act of sex in a tent, even more risky.

It's dark, we've been pent up all day, therefore, it doesn't take long to get right down and dirty.  In the dark, in the tent, the condom went on and I climbed on top of him.  For the first time, I rode him.
The air mattress seemed to work well for this, contributing to our gentle rocking back and forth.  He played with my nipples while I rocked back and forth, grinding into him.  He tugged and twisted and I arched my back from the pleasurable pain he is so good at evoking from me.  Sitting up the way that I was meant that I would have been easily visible by anyone passing by if it weren't for the darkness.  The cool air felt good against my naked body and reminded me that we were outside under the trees.  That was just Friday night.  I rode his cock until he came and we fell asleep intertwined underneath the heavy quilt I brought for cuddling underneath. One thing that is nice about cuddling with a skinny guy, less padding, but being able to twist up into a little mess of limbs and various body parts.

Saturday night was a little different as we went for missionary.  The build up was the same, sneaking off throughout the day to make out a little and discuss what we were going to do later, Again, once
everyone was headed off to sleep in their respective tents, we climbed into ours and got naked as quick as possible.  He climbed on top of me and pounded away.  I came quickly and then came again and again.  I clutched his arms tightly and gripped harder to communicate my pleasure.  Once, a strange sound escaped me, despite my commitment to being quiet.  It was oddly distorted and likely unrecognizable as human, let alone, a human-sex-pleasure-sound.  He would lean his head
in close and we'd breath heavily together.  The air was again cool, but I didn't notice until we were done.  Unlike my husband, I can never tell when he's about to come.  It just happens, quite anti-climactic.  Again, we fell asleep curled up and intertwined.

Sunday made for an interesting day as the build up was there, but I dropped him off at home in time for dinner with his in-laws, and there was no time for nookie on that day.  Too bad.  And too bad I won't see him until Tuesday.  Less than a week, that's what I need to focus on. I'll see him in less than a week.  I'll get to tell him all about Bonnaroo and get his STI testing results and I'll get to experience
his expert lovemaking skills that I've been missing.

As I wrote this, I took a break to text him how I was horny for him. He wrote back and we talked about what we will do when we see each other next. Mmmm, I can't wait.

Cuckolded?

I'd like to share this segment from Wikipedia for your learning pleasure...

On Cuckolding...

... when a man believes that his female mate may have been sexual with another man, the man mate is prompted by biological urges to copulate with the female, in an effort to "compete" with the other man's sperm. The effects of sperm competition are well documented. Further, when initiating sex, the man mate thrusts harder, deeper and longer, in efforts to remove the sperm of the other man and is biologically driven to have sex multiple times. While he may be unable to have sex more than once under usual circumstances, the cuckolded man is prone to repeated sexual efforts.

Holy fuck it's true.  At least in my marriage it is.  After my second poly date, my hubby wanted the details texted to him, in story format, so he could know exactly what happened.  I texted him the whole story while sitting at my favorite bar enjoying a Woodchuck and listening to a terrible band.  (I waited far too long to dig my earplugs out of my purse.)  When I got home, we FB messaged further and he read my blog post...

I'm horny now again

good.

Yes reading about you jerking him gets me going you fucking slut

I can see your tits most any time and Im slightly jealous that he got to see them. But don't take that wrong

Jealous of the situation

Jealous of the story

because you were stuck at work? 

don't be jealous. he went home without any relief.

you get to come home and fuck the shit out of me

Wasn't planning on fucking shit out unless you want me to.

Though I'm pent up enough to go in that door...if you tell me to.

Otherwise you mouth and pussy will be more than enough

You better be wearing something good or you'll be quite sorry

something good, huh?

hmmm.

Or maybe you'll just let me think your sorry so ill stop smacking you and give you your orgasm

fuck

how are you going to hide your hard cock in your scrubs? 

I just got myself off

Bitch your slutty enough already don't get pleasure out of this.

Your ass is gonna have my fingerprints tattooed on it if you don't shape up

You just get into something that tells me your sorry for being a slut that gets free meals and gives teasing hand jobs

And when I'M READY I MIGHT forgive you enough to taste that dripping snatch of yours

ok <3

I'm out. I don't even want to talk to you right now.

 Just be ready, and you Wait till I'M READY

Now, I'm a feminist, I assure you.  But when I saw those messages sitting there in the bottom right hand corner of my screen...  I knew I had awakened something in my man that I had never seen before and I was excited and tiny bit scared.  I wanted him to come home and make him his again.

I went through the new lingerie that I bought just last week and picked something out.  I had finally bought a plain black garter belt and thigh high fishnet stockings.  This is what I knew I would wear.  I paired them with a sexy too small bra and matching panties in bright pink and black lace.  I wore high heeled shoes.  I decided that it needed a little more mystery to be unraveled.  I put on a short black skirt and white blouse that I left unbuttoned at the top.  Then I put my long red pea coat on.  All you could see was the fishnets and the heels.  He likes surprises.

When the doorknob clicked and he walked in, I was wet with excitement.  A few minutes of idol chat and when I took off the coat...  the look of admiration and love on that man's face was like I've never seen it before.  It didn't take long for us to get serious.

He berated me for being a tease and made me promise that next time, I'd suck his cock.  He made me show him how on his cock.  I begged him to eat my pussy and he finally gave in.  I had several orgasms before he plunged his big dick into me and began to take back what was his.  He rocked my world.  But it was only after I said the following that he became more intense than I've ever seen him.  My hubby is an intense dude, but this came from some passionate place I don't see very often.

"My pussy is yours.  My tits are fucking yours."

He titled his head forward, narrowed his eyes and fucked me harder.  He gripped my legs and pulled them tightly against himself, hugging them almost.  He started talking quietly, intensely.  I stopped moaning so I could pay attention, but I couldn't hear everything.  This is what I could make out.

".... I fucking love you so fucking much...."
thrust   
"....  would kill for you...."
thrust
" ....  I would fucking die for you...."
thrust

Passionate. Fucking. Shit. Right. There.

"I want to give you my cum.  Do you want my cum?"

"Yes I want your cum."

Thrust, thrust, slip, shit, position change, now I'm on my knees and he's fucking me from behind....

He asked me again about being a slut and I promised not to be a tease next time.  He flipped me over on my back and held my legs in the air tightly against him.  His whole body was glowing with a layer of sweat.

"Give me your cum!  I want your cum!  I'm cumming!"

I was still coming as he pulled out.  Then he did something he's never done before, something I didn't know he ever had a desire to do.  He ate his own cum out of my pussy.  He lapped it up.  It was so raw and passionate!  

This is my husband, folks.  Be jealous.  Now I just need to get him out on a damn date.


At this point, I find it hard to imagine any of this tearing us apart, can you?