Leahaven

Hello Everyone,

I am sorry I have been away for so long, but remember the training I attended in New Orleans? I was excited that my employer wanted me to get that training at this point in my career. I am considered young in my industry, but it meant that I should be well positioned to take on some new responsibilities some time in the future. Well little did I know they wanted me to take on additional responsibilities like...NOW.

There were some personnel changes, and now I have a lot of additional work until I come up to speed on this new stuff. In the meantime, I have Robbie, Travis, Jack, and Alex texting me throughout the day.

Earlier in this thread someone said, "Be careful what you wish for." Oh, how true that is! But why does it all have to come at once?

I have so much to tell you, I just need time to write it all down. Please bear with me. It could be another week or so. After I update this thread, then I will respond to DM's.

I hope you all are doing well!

I have found that a woman who opens herself up to these experiences will soon have a consistent abundance of male attention. It takes some management, but the nice thing about you being married is that they already know that they cannot be exclusive and your availability to them will necessarily be limited. And because they knew you were married when they became interested in you they have already pre-qualified themselves, so to speak, as being accepting of these terms. That helps manage them.

For me I have found that the key is to be clear and direct about what they can expect at any given point in time and make sure that when I am with them the experience is exceptional. Sometimes a man I date is exclusive to me even though I am not exclusive to him, but that can be difficult for him to sustain. It seems to work better if he also sees other people (or is married) but is willing to prioritize me when I am available. Yes that is a sort of double standard. I'm not saying that is the way things are supposed to be, just that I like it when they are. The reality for a woman in this scenario is that we almost always have more sexual opportunity, so that asymmetry happens naturally. Good for me and I don't feel the least bit bad about it. The guys that are well suited to date a married woman will be patient when you aren't available and make themselves available when you are.

That is why it helps to make the experience exceptional. I want men to see this asymmetry as worth it because of the experience. I don't expect men to drop everything to be with me and I certainly don't intentionally punish them for not doing so by making myself unavailable in the future. But the reality is that my availability is limited and as a result they do make extra efforts to be with me on my terms. In return I "put out" in all the ways that I know they enjoy and according to each man's unique tastes and preferences.
 
As you know, I had a dinner date with Alex on Wednesday, June 11. I worked from home that day so I could do full makeup and wouldn't have to change clothes at work.

We met at a restaurant on a side of town far away from where either one of us lives. But even with that, I was still very nervous about the whole thing. Someone seeing me with "another guy" was an unpleasant type of fear, but the fact that I was a married woman and I was meeting "another guy" was a pleasant type of fear. Knowing that my obedient husband not only knew but assisted in this effort made me appreciate just how special my life has become. My husband adores me. He says that I am the "sexiest fucking thing ever," and that that makes him the "luckiest guy ever." As it turns out, he wants other guys to get to enjoy his luck, too. The very thought gives him an erection.

I wore a white mini dress with blue polka dots. It had spaghetti straps and it's fitted above the waist. It had a school girl innocence about it, even with the high-heeled sandals I wore along with it. I asked Robbie how I looked, and he said, "fucking awesome." Then he tried to adjust the little erection in his pants without me noticing. Robbie, the cuckold, is still hesitant to admit to anything cuckold. I toy with him about this, and on that evening, I sat down on the tufted bench at the foot of my bed and had him put my heels on me. His little penis was definitely erect then.

On my way out the door, I told him that his chore for the evening was to find and purchase a good paddle. I had already told him that I didn't like the big spoon. It only hits where the spoon is round. I want something with a more satisfying "whack."

At the front door (I've given up the garage for Robbie's car restoration business), I let him kiss me on the cheek. I turned to leave, but I stopped myself and turned back.

"Do I need to put you in a cage?" I asked him.

"No."

"Robbie," I threatened, "don't do something you're going to pay for later."

"I won't. I promise."

I wasn't sure I believed him, but it didn't matter. If I felt like he cheated when I got home, he was going to get punished anyway. It would be a good chance for me to use my new paddle when it arrives.

Alex was waiting for me outside the restaurant. I had forgotten how tall he is, and as we walked in together, I felt like a miniature toy next to him.

The restaurant was very nice: upscale, candlelit tables, wine selection, uniformed wait staff, the works. During our meal, I told him that he had picked an excellent restaurant, but it was really expensive. "You didn't have to do that for me," I said.

"As I see it," he replied, "I couldn't find a place good enough." His eyes scanned my body like he wanted to devour me. It made me aroused and uneasy, and I looked away. "But don't worry," he added, "I anticipated that, and I've been trying to think of ways that you can reduce your debt."

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Yeah," he said with a jokingly serious face, "I think it's only fair. I don't want to aid and abet your spoiled brattiness. You might become ungrateful."

My mouth dropped open. "WHAT??"

It wasn't the first time someone had called me "spoiled." Robbie says I am spoiled, but Alex replayed for me the childhood I had already described to him in a way that I had never seen.

"Your father wanted to make sure his daughter was seen as the prized princess of a well-to-do family," he said. "He made you want that, too."

I was speechless. Although amusing in his way, I wanted to rip apart his amateur psychology, but I couldn't. It rang unarguably true, and I was left silent and stunned as my mind reconsidered the person I thought I was. Alex was smiling at me, like he held the upper hand.

"With age comes wisdom," he said with a smirk.

"I see," I replied, as if I had capitulated. "So have you come up with ways for me to reduce my debt?"

Alex looked serious again. "I have some ideas."

"Will I like these ideas?"

"Does it matter in your world if someone likes paying their debts?"

He had a point.

By then, the score must have been like Alex - ten, Leah - zero. For a girl who prides herself on her ability to verbally spar, dinner with Alex had been an embarrassing defeat. Alex was the indisputable victor. He looked across the table, still smirking.

"I think I win," he said.

After we were done eating, we declined dessert, and the waiter brought Alex the bill and left. Alex held up the bill and then fell back in his chair.

"Now that's a big bill," he said. "That's a really, really big bill. Yesiree! Expensive, expensive! I'll need to remortgage the house to pay this bill."

I gave him an expression that said, "Ok, smarty."

"Don't worry," he said, "you can pay in installments."

He signed the receipt, placed the holder at the edge of the table, and turned to me.

"My car or yours?"

(to be continued...)
 
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More happens to you in a week that happens to me in a lifetime...! Take your time, don't worry about us. So long as you're all happy, just take time and take care x
So much has happened. I will never get it all written up. Trying to balance everything is very difficult, but woe is me, I must try. It's a had life, but I guess someone has to do it.
 
The guys that are well suited to date a married woman will be patient when you aren't available and make themselves available when you are.
I guess the guys I am seeing are not well suited to date a married woman, because patience is not a descriptor I would use. I get multiple texts from each of them everyday, and sometimes I have to ignore them. One night Robbie asked me, "When do I get a turn?"

"Be patient, baby," I told him, "I'll give you a turn after the other guys have had theirs."
 
I guess the guys I am seeing are not well suited to date a married woman, because patience is not a descriptor I would use. I get multiple texts from each of them everyday, and sometimes I have to ignore them. One night Robbie asked me, "When do I get a turn?"

"Be patient, baby," I told him, "I'll give you a turn after the other guys have had theirs."

Lol, well perhaps patient isn't the right word. I have a similar experience of receiving regular texts. But because of my circumstance they know they have to accept the fact that they can't always get what they want and that sometimes I will simply ignore their texts, at least for a time. I think it is a fine line between wanting more (which they do) and expecting more, which I can dial back easier than if I were single dating a guy pushing for a different type of relationship.
 
... the score must have been like Alex - ten, Leah - zero. For a girl who prides herself on her ability to verbally spar, dinner with Alex had been an embarrassing defeat. Alex was the indisputable victor. He looked across the table, still smirking.

"I think I win," he said.
That could change. You seem to be very good at having your way with men in the bedroom.
 
Details! Details!
I love telling you about the details just as much as you like reading them, but writing details takes a lot of time. And the busier my life gets experiencing the "details," the less time I have to write about it all. So I am debating if I should go back to writing as fast as I can with little to no details, or if I should pick only certain experiences and write about those in detail. One gives an overall view of the various happenings in my life, the other explains exactly what happened in specific situations. The former does better at keeping pace and creates more posts. The latter is more of a historical view with much fewer posts. I am leaning toward the detailed, historical view.
 
I need your opinions...

I have been tempted to call Robbie while I am with Alex or Jack and just leave the line open so Robbie can hear what is happening. What made me think about this is that Robbie has a little digital voice recorder, and I thought about taking that with me, setting in on record, and leaving it in my purse. Then I could play it back for Robbie when the time is right. Of course, the problem I have with all this is that I would be surreptitiously recording Alex and Jack without their consent or knowledge. Of course, that seems totally wrong, but is it? Only Robbie would ever hear these recordings or the open phone line.

What do you think?
 
the problem.... is that I would be surreptitiously recording Alex and Jack without their consent or knowledge. Of course, that seems totally wrong, but is it? Only Robbie would ever hear these recordings or the open phone line.
I think probably if only Robbie is hearing them, it's okay. but the first question is, does it need to be surreptitious? It seems quite possible they'd get a kick out of having Robbie listening.
 
I love telling you about the details just as much as you like reading them, but writing details takes a lot of time. And the busier my life gets experiencing the "details," the less time I have to write about it all. So I am debating if I should go back to writing as fast as I can with little to no details, or if I should pick only certain experiences and write about those in detail. One gives an overall view of the various happenings in my life, the other explains exactly what happened in specific situations. The former does better at keeping pace and creates more posts. The latter is more of a historical view with much fewer posts. I am leaning toward the detailed, historical view.

It needn't be either/or.
 
I don't think that just hearing the dialogue would be sufficient. If they know of your arrangement with Robbie, they might agree to take videos of you sucking their cocks to show your husband.
 
Personally I would not record someone else without their consent.

It seems to me that up to this point you have been honest and given appropriate disclosure to your prospective lovers. Realistically they have a right to know that you are married, but no right to know about whatever kinks you get up to with Robbie. Each man who you are engaging with has a clear idea of what he is getting into.

Not every limit has to be explicit. You can use judgment. I would say that if you tell Robbie about your dates broadly speaking that is reasonable. The men you date may be surprised by that, but I don't think that they have a basis for thinking that was confidential information. But what if they told you intimate secrets with a clear expectation of confidentiality? It would be offside to share that information with anyone including Robbie.

I think surreptitiously recording them is closer to the latter than the former. Most people would assume that one does not engage in that behaviour and might be upset by it. Moreover it amounts to drawing them into the kinky aspect of your marriage without their consent. That is problematic in my view.
 
I think surreptitiously recording them... amounts to drawing them into the kinky aspect of your marriage without their consent
I support this view and retract my former “probably okay”. In fact, there are probably legal concerns as well as ethical.

But also, I want to reiterate that if you ask their consent, they may well be more than willing.
 
I don't think that just hearing the dialogue would be sufficient. If they know of your arrangement with Robbie, they might agree to take videos of you sucking their cocks to show your husband.
I don't want to be in any videos
 
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