Musicman To The Rescue

If you read my last post you know I had a disastrous day at the job and ended up quitting. Not my best moment to say the least. My big concern is that Musicman not have to pick up extra hours at work. He used to work 6 days a week and has resisted going back to that since his surgery. We both agreed we didn't want that and that if I got a part time job he wouldn't need too. That's why I was working and that's why I feel guilty that I wasn't able to handle the situation better.

As usual though, Musicman came to my rescue and made me feel much better. We spent sometime doing chores together, like bathing our poor old dog and vacuuming the pool. I love to vacuum the pool, I find it very soothing. We even actually spent some time in the pool. I floated around on the raft while Musicman played with my swimsuit and exposed and explored parts of me that never get to see the sunshine. That distracted me pretty effectively. As darkness fell we sat and watched the fireflies until the skeeters decided we would make a good snack. We then adjourned to the house, he to the shower and me to the bedroom.

When he came in the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around him I was lounging on the bed. I did not stay there for long as he had ideas on how to really make me feel better. He pulled me up off the bed. Before I knew what was happening I was facing the lounge and bent over with my sundress flipped up about my waist. I barely had time to brace myself with my hands before I face planted right into the lounge.

Smack, aahhhh, the flogger. That's sure to make a sad faerie happy in a hurry. He proceeded to warm my backside. I'm not great at staying still and would occasionally start to sink at the knees, he fixed that by smacking my thighs everytime it happened. That was quite effective in straightening me back up. Then I started to sink at the elbows, now wanting to face plant into the lounge. I don't know how long it was, before he grabbed my hair and pulled me upright against him and said something about needing more.

I don't actually remember, but I must have said yes cause back over I went. Smack, smack, smack, smack went the flogger, at some point he repositioned me.  I was still standing bent over the lounge, but my legs were now spread wide giving him easy access to the lady parts.  Oh, yes please, I love, love, love the flogger applied to the lady parts.

Everything becomes a bit of a blur after that and I have no idea how he does it, but I would swear the man has more then two hands. I remember hands pulling and pinching my nipples, hands exploring the freshly flogged lady parts, and the flogger still in action. Obviously that's too many hands for just one man, but that's how I remember it.

I remember his tongue invading the aforementioned freshly flogged lady parts. I remember sailing through the stars and watching the fireworks burst in beautiful colors all around me.  I remember feeling my bones melt right out of my body. I remember touching heaven, several times, before bursting into millions of tiny little pieces. Floating gently in nirvana, not a care in the world, nor even an awareness of the world past my own nerve endings.

I remember being pulled up and turned around and pushed back down, face level with his beautious cock, mmm...yummy. He was just being a tease though. He only let me taste briefly before I was again turned around  and bent over to receive that wonderful hard cock. I was so ready at that moment, I needed to feel him in me so badly. I would have begged if I could have formed enough of a thought to make my voice work.

Several orgasms later I was so relaxed and yet so turned on still that I didn't even blink when he said he was gonna fuck me in the ass. I don't do anal well at all and usually tense up if he says anything along those lines. Didn't happen this time though, I started to tense a bit when I felt him first start to breach the back door. I very vividly remember the thought "breathe" go flying through my head, so I did, and I stayed relaxed, shoved myself backwards even to take more of him.

I honestly don't know why it worked so well this time, but boy howdy did it work. I'm going to assume that since he was buried deep in my ass, it was his hands I was feeling stimulating the lady parts. I remember later telling him that if I get any closer to squirting without actually squirting I will die. But oh, what a way to go.  La Petite Morte, indeed!

I just layed where I collapsed on the lounge, drifitng in the post orgasm haze, while he cleaned me up with a towel. Good thing he did, cause I would not have been able to reach all the cum he sprayed over my back and butt.

I rested and recooped while he cleaned up and got a snack. Such a great guy I have, I was laying in bed where he eventually joined me. He rolled me over and proceeded to administer a lovely handspanking and several more orgasms. He did eventually indulge me in my quest to have him in my mouth. It had been a few days and I was seriously craving the taste of him. He made me beg for it, and beg I did, it was totally worth it.

He still seems surprised sometimes when he reads here. He says I portray him as perfect. He's a smart guy, you would think by now he would realize he is perfect, for me. Once again, my hero rescued me.

Plotting Naughtiness

It seems like weeks since I have had time to sit down and write. Yet, according to the date on my last post it's only been two days. Guess my head has been too filled with vanilla stuff to realize the passage of time.

Works going okay, I'm starting to get used to wearing real shoes and actually putting undies and pants on everyday. I don't like it much, but I'm getting used to it. I do shower and change as soon as I get home. Once I'm back into my skirts and the undies are in the hamper I'm a much happier girl.

Musicman has been great about keeping up with things at home and pampering me after my shifts. I took a good look around yesterday and realized how far behind I was on my usual housework. I said if I didn't get my act together I was gonna get kicked out of the wives club. Guess what? He cares not one iota that the garbage needs emptying or the house needs dusting. Today was the first day in a week I cleaned the kitchen, he's been doing it. Can we say spoiled?

Just to pamper him a bit I made a cheesecake for him today. A chocolate chip cheesecake.  I'm actually going to cook a meal too. Woohoo, Musicman won't starve to death afterall. And, just for shits and giggles I am doing some laundry so he will have clean socks and undies for work. I suppose that's the least I can do for him.

I am getting accustomed to being on my feet and moving constantly for 6-8 hours at a time. The first couple days were entirely too exhausting. Now that my body is adjusting to it though I am happy to be busy. It makes the time at work fly by and the exercise is great for me. I can already feel my arms and legs getting toner from all the constant walking and lifting. Musicman has been saying he doesn't want me to lose anymore weight cause he doesn't want my butt getting smaller. Gotta love an assman!!

Now if we could just find the time and energy to play a little more things would be perfect. We had a lovely time last night playing with the flogger. Musicman loves it as much as I do. He flogged my breasts and pussy till I was screaming with pleasure. Then he flipped me over and started in on my ample backside. Mmmm....heaven is a nicely flogged backside.

After several orgasms he flipped me back over and I about attacked him. I couldn't wait to get him in my mouth. I love cock in my mouth and it had been entirely too long, 4 days to be exact. For a cockworshipping sub that is way, way too long to go without. I knelt next to him and started in on my favorite treat. He very obligingly kept my backside warm with some sharp hand smacks while I was otherwise occupied. All too soon for me he moved on to other things.

I quickly found my self face down and him entering me from behind. One of my very favorite positions. Deep, hard strokes as he pounded into me and I was sailing off into the ether in no time. It doesn't matter how many times I orgasm I am never quite done unitl he is. His orgasm always sets off another for me. It was so intense that I hooked my legs around his butt to hold him in place as he spilled deep inside. He had to peel me off him once the aftershocks subsided because at that point I couldn't have moved if someone had yelled fire.

We woke to a drab rainy morning, perfect for some lazy Sunday morning lovin. So, that's what we did, slow and sweet and just as satisfying as the night before. We both drifted off, back to lala land for awhile since we didn't have to get up for anything in particular. When we woke next, the sun was out and we decided it was time to start the day.

 I'm off to finish some laundry and plot some naughtiness. I may just be in need of some further discipline. Heeheehee.

A Lazy Kind of Weekend

My housework is finished, the last load of laundry is almost done and the dinner prep is completed. Time to take a break. It's never a good idea for me to get on the computer before I get the needed things done, or they don't get done. I've been thinking all day about what to post for my 100th post. Ana suggested I write about my first memory that makes me happy. Great suggestion, thanks Ana.

I did think about it, I suppose for most people that would be a childhood memory of some sort. Not for me though and it made me sort of shy away from those thoughts. I'm gonna think on that one some more. Cause it sorta fits in with some other emerging thoughts and they don't seem quite ready to pop to the fore ground yet.  So instead you get to hear about my weekend.

The weather got really warm, mid 80's, that's more like July weather for us. It made getting everything done easier. It's just so much easier to get up and get moving when the sun is shining and the windows are open. We were up and out of the house to start necessary errands at 7:30 Saturday morning. That's pretty much unheard of for us, but we needed to get the stuff done and Musicman was going to be doing some work for my brother later in the morning.

Once he got home from the work he was doing for my brother there were more errands to be done. I spent most of the afternoon trailing around behind Musicman while he did some shopping for stuff he needed. I wasn't too interested in the stuff he was looking at, so I wandered around in the general vicinity of him, looking at stuff through kinky eyes. It is kind of amazing the stuff you see differently when you look.

One store offered a fine selection of bamboo rods, meant for staking plants. Naturally that's not what spanko me saw. For a half a second when I first spotted them, I thought of mentioning them to Musicman and what my spanko friends would do with them. Then I came to my senses and moved on without uttering a word. I don't think I am all that ready to learn what a cane feels like. I'm glad I didn't point it out cause just two rows over Musicman was testing out all the grill brushes for swingability, and commenting on how each might feel.   I suppose when he is seeing pervertables everywhere there is no longer any doubt he is a spanko too.

We were going to start opening the pool this weekend and we talked about the fact that I could really use a new bathing suit. I haven't had one in a while and I have lost quite a bit of weight so a new one is a good idea. I really didn't want to go bathing suit shopping. Musicman pointed out the fact that I rarely wear one anyway so we skipped it.  Since the kids are grown and we have a lock on the privacy fence that surrounds the pool, if I wear anything at all to swim in it is usually just a thong. Guess I could get some new thongs, but I so rarely wear even that much to swim in it didn't seem necessary. I just wasn't much in a shopping mood, I did however get a new windchime for the porch and an herb garden for my windowsill.

After a long busy day we had some dinner and showers and drove out to my favorite firefly watching spot.  Unfortunately, it seems it's a little early yet for the fireflies to be out. Oh well, probably soon. It was a pleasant drive and since it is a familiar one Musicman let his hands roam while driving, one of the advantages of skirts without panties. We fell asleep watching movies, getting old is so much fun.

Musicman did discover Sunday morning that the way to wake a naked wife is not with the flogger. He had woken up before me and pulled me into his arms and woke me up with his roaming hands. When he started softly with the flogger it was so soothing it was putting me back to sleep. A few sharper strikes with it wasn't motivating me to move too much either.  Since his cock was awake and wanting some attention he figured maybe the spoon would get me moving, it did. Sunday morning sex is a great way to start the day, it also made it about noon before we were through with breakfast and ready to get started with some work on the pool.

After a few hours of very physical labor on the pool I was pretty stinky and ready to stop for the day. By the time I was out of the shower Musicman had finished up what he had been working on so he hopped in the shower. Since we were home alone and the only thing better then Sunday morning sex is Sunday afternoon sex we decided to go for round two.  Afterwards while I was making dinner he would stroll into the kitchen and lift my skirt to swat or rub or pinch, then he would wander back out. Wander in again and put his hands down my sun top and pinch and fondle my breasts, then wander back out.  It's really a miracle I didn't burn dinner with all the distractions.

After dinner we went for a nice ride, we saw some adorable baby geese and watched an entire lane of cars stop to let the turtle cross the road. We watched the sunset over the beaches and had some ice cream on the way home, chocolate extreme blizzard for me.  That's my kind of weekend, slow and lazy with plenty of playtime, but also getting the necessary things done.