It's been a few weeks since Rach's solo

I know we haven't written much and I do apologize for that. We've had a very busy couple of weeks - particularly my gorgeous wife, Rach!

We've rekindled our desire for each other and recently made the decision to curtail activities for just a short period as a result of some of her recent encounters. Nothing bad. It's just that she had a few encounters and we decided to refocus for a short period of time to re-ignite passion and confirm our relationship. This was both of us making this decision. We are so in tune with each other that, without words, we know what the other is thinking. On outside encounters for her, we both decided to take a short break. Nothing major - just a few short weeks.

However, we have much to tell that has occurred over the past two, nearly three weeks since we last posted. I am going to let Rach fill in the details on the two since Ken but I can say one was fairly successful and the other, not so much. She will have to explain why this was the way it was and I think it will make much greater sense to the women in the audience than the men. Sometimes women just have preferences or something that doesn't feel right. I've learned that, over time, she is still a woman and that intuition is much stronger in that gender than ours, fellas. So, trust it.

My only concern is her safety, pleasure and satisfaction. She seems very content having these two additional solo encounters and very content to take a break before we head to Vegas in a couple weeks (might have to re-open the jar there! LOL).

So, I'll let her explain as she finds time. Seems to be in short supply these days as she is very busy with all things - two children, volunteer work and a new job!

Reflecting on Rach's Solo Encounter

So now that Rach has posted her recollection of the evening, I have new appreciation for the event. We've recounted this with each other multiple times since and it is hot each and every time I hear her talk about it. She even called me Ken one night! LOL

I wanted to describe the emotions I went through on this evening and since. When Rach told me she was ready to do this, I was a bit stunned. To be honest, there was a slight tinge of hurt to the whole idea of her meeting someone without me. Up until that point, her only "solo" experiences had me occupied. You may recall that we vacationed a couple years back with some good friends of ours and that Rach had some fun alone. However, on that trip, we had not fully explored the idea of bringing in another man. I mean, we had fantasized about it but had not really taken that next step. Also, knowing he was a friend of mine made things somewhat easier. This was different.

I had never met Ken, knew nothing of him and was a bit concerned. I could tell from the lust in her voice that this was a different experience. Planned. It was also one that she had not been pursued as much as she was the pursuer (is that a word?) LOL. She wanted him and it hung hard in my chest for a bit that it seemed as if she didn't want me to meet him. I started having feelings of insecure jealousy.

Talking to her on the way in, I could also sense her nervousness. Now Rach can get the tingles. She can be excited. But when she gets nervous, I know, she really likes this guy. That, along with the idea that I would not be there so she could give the glancing reassurances, the touching of my hand or my leg to let me know she was still mine or the voice telling me she loved me - all of that...missing that...it was hard.

I tried to keep myself busy with the girls at home. At one point, I must admit, I was angry. Here I was with our two beautiful girls while their mother was out fucking another man. (I know that sounds so mean and hurtful but it is honest and I have to write it) Damn, why was I having such feelings of insecurity.

So, it did make me feel somewhat better that it was a relatively short period of time. It was as if she was in for a "quickie". That she simply wanted to experience this physical pleasure and then dismiss him, or rather dismiss herself, once she was through using him. When she called on the ride home, I was relieved that she was safe, relieved that she was not spending more time there and relieved that she would soon be coming home. It did hurt when I asked her about him and I could sense the uneasy openness as she described him. She used terms like "Greek God" and "the largest cockhead" which had me feeling...well, a bit inadequate. As we hung up, I felt myself shaking and didn't know what to do. So I went upstairs and noticed how my own cock was filling up. Damn, I remember thinking. Where is she? She should be home by now. I heard the garage door open and tried to look relaxed and cool...that was hard! LOL

The image I have of Rach walking in I can only described as "tustled". Her hair, while it appeared she had tried to brush, was still a mess. Her cheeks were still flush red and I remember thinking that she had just had an incredibly hard fuck. Still, the smile on her face, the look of questioning how I would react, the shaking legs as she walked toward me - all of it - had me thinking that I needed to reassure her that I was okay.

So here's the amazing part. When she reached me and I felt her embrace, it was. It was okay because I knew that she had come home to me. She didn't have to leave as quickly as she did. She certainly had a free pass for the evening when she left. I had made that as clear as I could possibly muster. But instead, she came home to fulfill the rest of her night with me.

It was so surreal smelling the scent - however slight the hint was - of another man. I wasn't turned on by it as much as I was turned on by her. She looked amazingly sexy, slightly slutty and completely mine. Wow. What a rush of emotions I went through that evening. To have her in my arms felt completely breath-taking.

As we made love, I became more comfortable asking her questions. When she answered, at first, I could tell she was reserving her words. She didn't want to hurt me, I could tell. But as our lovemaking grew in intensity, in pure raw energy and emotion, I continued to ask her and she opened up. She told me in no uncertain terms that she would love another round with this man. But at the same time, she quickly reassured me that it was I, not Ken, that made her completely happy.

Words can not describe the feelings I have for this amazing woman. She is everything I had ever hoped to find in a partner, in a lover, in a woman of equal. So as you read this Rach, know that there is nothing that stands between us. Nothing that we can't handle, emotionally and spiritually, together. I love you baby!

More Fun With Ken

The girls are online looking for Halloween costumes. I have a few minutes to finish what I started with all of you patient readers. I know, I know, such a tease...and that is not the first time I have heard that. So let me get my mindset back to that wonderful night.

Knowing that I could please this man orally so quickly, that I had to pace myself, had me feeling very sexy. Ken placed one hand around my waist, the other on my breast, and looked me straight in the eyes while I pressed him slowly inside me. Internally, I was having slight second guesses, wondering if I was doing the right thing not having And here...physically. It was a much larger head than I was used to feeling. It seemed to have to stretch it's way inside of me. That is not to say that my love, my And, is not sizable. He is more than adequate...but this was so foreign...so big. Once the head was inside me, the rest slid in with ease.

I rode his cock slowly...quickening the pace as I went. My eyes closed and I felt the beginning hints of a powerful orgasm building in me and - not five strokes after that - I felt him stiffen and heard him groan. His large head was swelling even bigger inside me. I picked up the pace. I wanted this orgasm so badly! My groin became warm and waves of pleasure swept through me...I am sure I let out some sort of pleasurable noise. My muscles tightened around his cock as I continued to grind. Ken held my waist as I ever so slightly shook until my orgasm ended. It seemed to end abruptly. He carefully pulled out of me and went to the restroom...leaving me naked and exposed on his hotel bed.

I think this is where it became just a bit awkward. My mind instantly turned to And while my body was still getting over the amazing orgasm this man brought me. I got up out of the bed and began to dress. Ken asked if I could stay longer. I responded with a "no, I need to get home". He came over to me, kissed me lightly again and said he would like to meet another time. I squeezed him...getting one last feel of that body...and told him that his feeling was mutual. I left and called And as soon as I walked out of the lobby.

And's voice was off, just a bit. I think he was in disbelief of me being finished already. I detected a little worry, maybe some relief, all I know is that it was different and until I could see his face assuring me that all was well, I was feeling confused. The rest of the ride home was a mixture of feelings. I was excited to share this with And and, at the same time, just a bit nervous. I know he loves to hear about my flirting and encounters. I am always honest with him about them, but doing this completely on my own was uncharted territory. I was not completely sure what his reaction would be. My heart wanted a guarantee that everything was going to be the same - if not better than before - and my mind could not guarantee that.

I walked in the door. Right where I needed to be...my comfort zone. I am sure I looked like a wreck. I felt like an over-emotional, tired, but sexy, mess. I found And upstairs waiting for me. Walking in the doorway and seeing the look in his eyes, the passion, the longing, the pure love, made me realize how much I love him. We went over a few details of the evening. And asked me how I felt about going out on my own. I told him liberated and desirable. I told him how much I wanted him...to be in his arms. We made intense, passionate love right there....mixing in talk about how Ken pleased me. He wanted to know all the details of how I took Ken's cock all for myself. At that moment, I knew there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to be right where I was. After we put the girls to bed, we repeated this process many times over, and still do... reminiscing the emotions, the thoughts, and the feelings of that night. Being able to be so open with each other has brought us even closer than before.

I know this was a long tale and it is getting late, so I will wrap this up. Since meeting with Ken, I feel like I have opened yet another door to pleasure for both And and myself to walk through...together. I have been chatting with two more guys, both local. I have even met up with one for coffee. My libido is in overdrive. Since my evening of short-lived fun (all on my own), I have voiced to And many times my urges to see others and he has encouraged them. Just the talk about him letting me play with others has led to many nights of passion-filled sex. I have so much more to update you all on! :) Our lives have been full of discovery lately and I have been a bit bolder than ever. Because of this, we have come across new questions, new paths, new lessons....I will write more about this next time. It is now time for my beauty sleep!

Okay, so I came to check for any responses to our latest post this morning and realized I had not posted it yet...My mind must have been elsewhere last night.

Playing With Ken

I know you all have been expecting this for some time now. I think I have been in a sort of writer's funk. I have so much I want to say. I think the reason I was waiting so long to post was because I was trying to put my evening into just the right words. After numerous conversations with And, our feelings, our thoughts, he convinced me to just write what I feel.

Making the phone call to tell And telling him that I was ready to take another lover by myself was not quite as easy as it may sound. My mind was racing and my heart was beating fast. I knew I wanted this but I was filled with pure nervous energy. The reassuring sound of And's voice told me that this was okay. We would be okay.

So there I was, getting ready to go see a gorgeous hunk of a man, all by myself. Checking to make sure my hair was just right, putting some scented lotion on my tanned legs, matching a gorgeous pair of earrings that my husband gave me, white gold and diamond, to the ivory sundress I decided to wear. Mmmm....I looked hot, if I don't say so myself! I was giddy! As And was watching me...helping me really...something about this scenario brought out an intense sexiness that I did not know I had inside. I am sure anyone, including my And, could see it in the way I was carrying myself as I walked out of our house and continued on to the Marriott.

As I was driving, I went through every possible scenario in my head...what to do if I was not comfortable...what outs I had. Utmost in my mind was the thought that I wanted to be safe and just simply enjoy myself. After talking to Ken a few times on the phone, and the numerous email and text messages we had exchanged, I felt comfortable...safe. I sat in the hotel parking lot for at least a minute before I picked up the phone and called my love. I needed to hear his voice just one more time before this really happened. I wanted to make sure he was still okay with this. His voice calmed me down. He told me that he loved me so much and to just have fun. I intended to do just that!

I walk into the hotel and called Ken from my cell. He said he would be right down. I walked to the bar and ordered a tonic with a lime. Even though my nerves were on edge, I wanted to be fully aware and alert. Breathe, I reminded myself. I sat in one of the soft leather chairs. Not two seconds later, what looked to be some sort of tall, tanned god, walked toward me...smiling. All I could think in my head was "Wow, he is even more handsome than his photos!" The way he was looking me up and down told me he was pleased. Without any awkwardness - other than him being about a foot taller than me - he reached in and hugged me close. I breathed in his scent - cool and clean - and felt his hard body against me. My heart skipped a beat right then.

So, after a very short session of small talk, about our spouses (yes, he is married), our lifestyles, we decided to head on up to his room on the 11th floor. I laughed because he already had some sultry music playing...I am sure this man does not get turned down often. :) We discussed a few more little mindless things like music and his career, just making noise to release the tension. As I was looking out of the window, from so high up, my mind wandered to what And might be doing right this second...was he okay? Was he worried? Was he upset? Was he turned on? I turned around to the touch of Ken slipping his long arms around me and kissing me very softly, slowly...

I unbuttoned his shirt and found myself looking at a man who definitely prided himself on his chest and arms. He was like a rock! I teased him with my fingertips...letting them roam all over his chest. His hands grabbed me close again for another kiss. In my head, I was thinking how different this kiss was than my And kisses me....nice, but definitely different! I found his belt, undid it and awkwardly slid his pants off of him. As I did, I found myself looking up to see an already half erect cock growing from beneath his boxer briefs. Knowing that I was the cause of his growing hardness was an immense turn on.

I pushed him to the bed, still with my dress on, and bent over to give him just the perfect cleavage shot. I smiled up at him as I began stroking his cock through his briefs. I quickly pulled them off of him and saw the most amazing thing. He had an enormous head! I told him how much I wanted his cock in my mouth. I am not sure what exactly his response was nor did I really care. I put my mouth on his head, and circled it with my tongue a few times. My god, I could barely get my mouth around the head of his cock at first. I definitely need to allow my mouth to get accustomed to it. Soon, I was bobbing my head up and down feverishly until he practically pulled me off his enormous mushroom....begging me to stop.

I knew what that meant. I gave him a second or two...kissing him and guiding his strong hands under my dress to show him how wet sucking his cock had made me. I think he was pleasantly surprised that I was not wearing any panties and from the moistness that was already evident. I began to suck his cock again...stopping every few strokes to keep him right on the edge.

I couldn't take it any longer. I wanted to feel this stranger's large head deep inside me. I pulled off my dress and asked him if he had any protection. He said yes and reached anxiously in the nightstand for it. I opened it and stretched the condom around his swollen head, guiding it down with my hands. They looked so small next to his swollen shaft. That vision right there, made me even more wet. I kissed him as I jumped on top of him...sitting with my back straight up and one leg on each side of his frame. This was it. I was about to take another man without my husband present. It felt so oddly....naughty yet...the excitement of the moment had my head spinning.

OK, forgive me. I know this is a bad place to stop but there is so much more I want to write...to express everything I felt. But right now, my oldest daughter is craving my assistance with her science fair project so I'll have to finish this another time...soon I promise!