Leahaven

[LeaHaven]

I am sorry it took so long. Work has been CRAZY!

I have to tell you about this past Sunday next, when Travis got back. I am still at work right now, so I have to go. I want to get home at a decent time tonight. I will catch up on DM's as soon as I can.

I hope everyone is doing well!!

 

[Toro1886]

Sunday, a week ago...Feb. 23, 2025. Robbie, Travis, and I were eating dinner. Robbie had cooked meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I complimented him on the mashed potatoes, and he said something like, "Thank you, but I have to say, it took me long enough peel them with that piece of shit potato peeler you bought."

I was like completely taken by surprise. I had no idea what all the attitude was about, but I reminded him that I didn't buy the potato peeler. It was in a collection of old kitchen utensils his parents gave us when we moved.

Later that night I went and took a shower, and when I got out, Robbie was in there getting ready for bed. I was like, "What the fuck, Robbie?" talking about his attitude in the kitchen. He kind of apologized, but he was aggitated and somewhere in our little argument he said, "Why suddenly are you asking all these questions about what I want?"

I knew immediately that he was talking about questions about our relationship and our sex life....questions that have come up because of implications that have arisen with Travis being here. Now I knew what he was trying to do.

As you all know, in the past I have always essentially told Robbie, "This is what we're doing," and that is what we did. That has always been at the very core of our relationship. Robbie gets pleasure from me getting pleasure.

We finished getting ready for bed without much talking. I got in bed first, and I sat up and waited for Robbie. When he came into the bedroom, I told him, "Why don't you come over here and rub my back." He hesitated, because he was still aggitated, but I knew he couldn't make himself turn me down. It seems like the more I use him, the more he likes it. He turned and headed to my side of the bed, and with a gloat, I turned over and laid on my stomach with my head resting on my pillow. Robbie began rubbing my shoulders, but to do my back, he pulled up my sleep shirt. I don't wear anything under it, so I was naked from the shoulders down.

"Robbie," I said as he rubbed my back, "what is your main duty in life." His "main duty" is something we have joked about since our relationship has improved, but it's not all joke.

"Kissing your ass," he replied.

I said, "Why don't you do just that," and he immediately leaned down and began to kiss my fleshy mounds. We have done this a couple of times before, and he knows not to stop until I tell him to, so I let him kiss and kiss and kiss. But I was feeling a little evil, so I spread my legs and told him to "kiss in there a little deeper, baby." He did as I said, as best he could, and it was very arousing, since he was getting close to my (God, I can't belive I am about to say this) anus, but it was kind of hard for him to get in the right position. So I moved so I was across the bed, and that way he could stand on the floor. "Deeper, baby," I told him. He did as he was told, spreading my ass with his hands, and he kissed and he bit flesh, and it was so arousing to think that he was so close to my most private spot. When I get really aroused, I become emboldened, and I looked back toward him, and I said, "Kiss it, baby. You owe me for your attitude." And he did! He kissed my anus! It felt so wrong, and so nasty, and it got me insanely aroused! I made him kiss it again and again, and I couldn't take the arousal anymore. I was so wet!! I turned over and told him to give me an orgasm, and with his good mouth, it didn't take long for that to happen. I don't know if Travis could hear me crying out, but I was cumming so hard I didn't care. In fact, I think I wanted him to hear me.

After I calmed down, which took a while, I told Robbie to jerk himself until he was really close, but not to cum just yet. When he got there, he stopped, and I asked him, "Are you close?" He nodded, and I gave him a minute of so to calm down, and then I told him to do it again. We repeated that one more time, but on the third time when he stopped, I brought my hand close to his erection like I was going to touch it, but Robbie was like, "Don't, don't! I'll cum!"

"Oh, baby," I said with a little pout, "you were really close that time, weren't you?"

"Yes," he nodded with his eyes closed. And then I got my attitude.

"Good," I said. "Put your pants back on and let's go to sleep."

Robbie looked at me like he was dying. "Leah, please."

"Maybe you'll think twice about that attitude next time," I said.

He put on his pajama pants with his erection sticking out, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his immense frustration. We got under the covers and cuddled up facing each other like we always do. It was quiet for some time, as I was basking in my afterglow, and then softly I told him, "You're a good ass kisser, baby."

Robbie replied, "It's my main duty."

Wow...and that is how you get Robbie's (and our) full attention! LOL

 

[9to5]

I am sorry it took so long. Work has been CRAZY!

I have to tell you about this past Sunday next, when Travis got back. I am still at work right now, so I have to go. I want to get home at a decent time tonight. I will catch up on DM's as soon as I can.

I hope everyone is doing well!!

that update got me straining in my cage

 

[naughty_stories]

Sunday, a week ago...Feb. 23, 2025. Robbie, Travis, and I were eating dinner. Robbie had cooked meat loaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I complimented him on the mashed potatoes, and he said something like, "Thank you, but I have to say, it took me long enough peel them with that piece of shit potato peeler you bought."

I was like completely taken by surprise. I had no idea what all the attitude was about, but I reminded him that I didn't buy the potato peeler. It was in a collection of old kitchen utensils his parents gave us when we moved.

Later that night I went and took a shower, and when I got out, Robbie was in there getting ready for bed. I was like, "What the fuck, Robbie?" talking about his attitude in the kitchen. He kind of apologized, but he was aggitated and somewhere in our little argument he said, "Why suddenly are you asking all these questions about what I want?"

I knew immediately that he was talking about questions about our relationship and our sex life....questions that have come up because of implications that have arisen with Travis being here. Now I knew what he was trying to do.

As you all know, in the past I have always essentially told Robbie, "This is what we're doing," and that is what we did. That has always been at the very core of our relationship. Robbie gets pleasure from me getting pleasure.

We finished getting ready for bed without much talking. I got in bed first, and I sat up and waited for Robbie. When he came into the bedroom, I told him, "Why don't you come over here and rub my back." He hesitated, because he was still aggitated, but I knew he couldn't make himself turn me down. It seems like the more I use him, the more he likes it. He turned and headed to my side of the bed, and with a gloat, I turned over and laid on my stomach with my head resting on my pillow. Robbie began rubbing my shoulders, but to do my back, he pulled up my sleep shirt. I don't wear anything under it, so I was naked from the shoulders down.

"Robbie," I said as he rubbed my back, "what is your main duty in life." His "main duty" is something we have joked about since our relationship has improved, but it's not all joke.

"Kissing your ass," he replied.

I said, "Why don't you do just that," and he immediately leaned down and began to kiss my fleshy mounds. We have done this a couple of times before, and he knows not to stop until I tell him to, so I let him kiss and kiss and kiss. But I was feeling a little evil, so I spread my legs and told him to "kiss in there a little deeper, baby." He did as I said, as best he could, and it was very arousing, since he was getting close to my (God, I can't belive I am about to say this) anus, but it was kind of hard for him to get in the right position. So I moved so I was across the bed, and that way he could stand on the floor. "Deeper, baby," I told him. He did as he was told, spreading my ass with his hands, and he kissed and he bit flesh, and it was so arousing to think that he was so close to my most private spot. When I get really aroused, I become emboldened, and I looked back toward him, and I said, "Kiss it, baby. You owe me for your attitude." And he did! He kissed my anus! It felt so wrong, and so nasty, and it got me insanely aroused! I made him kiss it again and again, and I couldn't take the arousal anymore. I was so wet!! I turned over and told him to give me an orgasm, and with his good mouth, it didn't take long for that to happen. I don't know if Travis could hear me crying out, but I was cumming so hard I didn't care. In fact, I think I wanted him to hear me.

After I calmed down, which took a while, I told Robbie to jerk himself until he was really close, but not to cum just yet. When he got there, he stopped, and I asked him, "Are you close?" He nodded, and I gave him a minute of so to calm down, and then I told him to do it again. We repeated that one more time, but on the third time when he stopped, I brought my hand close to his erection like I was going to touch it, but Robbie was like, "Don't, don't! I'll cum!"

"Oh, baby," I said with a little pout, "you were really close that time, weren't you?"

"Yes," he nodded with his eyes closed. And then I got my attitude.

"Good," I said. "Put your pants back on and let's go to sleep."

Robbie looked at me like he was dying. "Leah, please."

"Maybe you'll think twice about that attitude next time," I said.

He put on his pajama pants with his erection sticking out, taking deep breaths and trying to calm his immense frustration. We got under the covers and cuddled up facing each other like we always do. It was quiet for some time, as I was basking in my afterglow, and then softly I told him, "You're a good ass kisser, baby."

Robbie replied, "It's my main duty."

Just wait until you feel how good it is to have your anus licked instead of just kissed

 

[9to5]

I do hope you come back with some more updates
its been exciting to read about what you have done

 

[LeaHaven]

Just wait until you feel how good it is to have your anus licked instead of just kissed

Already happened. Read below...

 

[LeaHaven]

I worked most of yesterday (Saturday), and my job will continue to be crazy busy for as long as our economy remains unstable, or more accurately, as long as people perceive a threat to their money. Two days last week I didn't even get a chance to eat lunch, and on every day but Wednesday, by the time I got home, it was late, and I was exhausted. It is impossible for me to post updates when it's like this. I am so far behind on everything I want to tell you. For now, I want to write about the Saturday (March 1) that Robbie and I had to ourselves.

Some time ago, I told myself that every week I would try to introduce something new to our sex life. I have learned that every week is asking too much, but I do try to keep looking for ways that I can grow our new "lifestyle." Although, I don't think that is exactly true. It is not a lifestyle I am after or trying to grow. It is good feelings I want. It's that visceral burn of arousal. That fire in my gut that causes me to willingly ignore all those inhibitions that usually hold me back. Yeah, it's not a lifestyle I am after. I feel like now my goal is to satisfy an insatiable desire to surrender myself to the most sinful pleasures of the flesh. God, that sounds horrible! But that feeling like I had that first day Robbie was caged. It was so outrageous, so indecent, so pornographic! I want it again and again and again! I want it so badly!

Oh God. What has happened to me?

On Saturday, I had already planned for us to go out for lunch (something we need to stop doing so much, since we no longer have Robbie's income. Eating out is expensive!), but we also needed to make a trip to the Walmart, and I told Robbie we needed to shop for another dress shirt for him. We will attend one of Jack's quarterly get-togethers this coming Saturday. They are not formal or anything, but it's not a T-shirt kind of crowd. People will be well dressed, and Robbie only has a couple nice shirts. I have to decide on something to wear, too. I don't have time for that right now!
Anyway, on Saturday morning, Robbie served me breakfast at my desk, and while I ate (and did a little work), he rubbed my feet. I don't make him do that around Travis, so I've had to go without for too long. I guess Robbie missed it too, because he tried to hide the erection in his pants when I dismissed him and he got up from the floor. I handed him my dishes and sent him off to eat his own breakfast, clean up the kitchen, and make the bed.

Before we left the house, I measured Robbie's neck and sleeve length. When we got to the Walmart, I walked us straight to the pet section, stopped at the collars and leashes, and told him to "pick one out." He blushed red, and then he looked at me to see if I was serious. Seeing that I was, he quietly accepted his fate, and then he kind of discreetly looked around to see if anyone was watching, as if they would somehow know that he was shopping for a collar for himself. But he began going through the collars, and in the end he picked out a collar and leash set that is black and made of like a super heavy weaved cloth (cotton?) material. The collar has a large, shiny metal ring where the leash attaches. I like that. I also like knowing that I now have a collar and leash for my husband.

You know what? "Like" isn't a good enough word. I LOVE it!

When we went to lunch the collar and leash were in the car, but you never would have known it. I had Robbie drop me off in front of the restaurant and I waited while he parked the car. I had him order the food, he got our drinks, he cleaned up our table when we were done, and he got me more tea before we left. And then I had him go get the car and pick me up. I guess when you have a truly good boy, the collar is "understood."

We cooked dinner together that evening. It was fun, and we were playful, and we enjoyed each other's company so much! Later we sat down to watch some Netflix, and it took a minute or two, but finally he noticed that there was an envelope with his name on it on the coffee table in front of him. I had left him a greeting card to tell him how much I love him. And it also said, "If you ever want to stop being my boy, you don't have to say a word. Just give me this card back. I will love you just the same." Robbie ripped up the card and threw it in the trash. When he got back to the couch, I told him, "You might wish you hadn't done that."

"How come?"

"Because I don't intend to be nice. It's all about me, and I plan to get what I want."

"God, I hope so," he said.

I loved hearing that! I told him I was going to take a shower, and "When I get back, I want you wearing only three things: a collar, a leash, and a cage. Got it?"

"Of course, I got it," he said, and when I got back from my shower, he was dressed just as I had instructed. God! How I LOVE that! I took the end of the leash and led him over to one of the side chairs. I knelt in the chair, leaned over the back, and asked him, "What's your main duty, boy?" He didn't say anything, He just lifted my sleep shirt and began kissing my ass. I let him kiss for a while, and then I pulled on the collar and said, "You know what I want, boy." He spread my ass cheeks and kissed my anus. The rush of arousal was like an overwhelming flood. I felt my chest burn with fire and my pussy (there, I said it) began to tingle. I said, "You know Travis will be back tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing him. But you know that, don't you?" Robbie leaned in and began licking my anus. I smiled like I have never smiled before. He licked and he licked and he licked. It was the best answer ever! It felt so incredible, and so wrong, and so nasty, and I pushed my ass into his obedient face. "Lick it, boy," I told him. I loved making him serve me, and I loved knowing that his cock was straining against his metal jail.

He did a good job of pleasing me that night, and I enjoyed watching him work. I made him take his time so I could bask in my superiour status and the pleasure of his dutiful mouth.

He is such a good boy.

 

[9to5]

he is a good boy. I love that you had him pick out his collar and leash.
ripping up the card just shows how much he is devoted to you and wants to do this for you

 

[Toro1886]

I worked most of yesterday (Saturday), and my job will continue to be crazy busy for as long as our economy remains unstable, or more accurately, as long as people perceive a threat to their money. Two days last week I didn't even get a chance to eat lunch, and on every day but Wednesday, by the time I got home, it was late, and I was exhausted. It is impossible for me to post updates when it's like this. I am so far behind on everything I want to tell you. For now, I want to write about the Saturday (March 1) that Robbie and I had to ourselves.

Some time ago, I told myself that every week I would try to introduce something new to our sex life. I have learned that every week is asking too much, but I do try to keep looking for ways that I can grow our new "lifestyle." Although, I don't think that is exactly true. It is not a lifestyle I am after or trying to grow. It is good feelings I want. It's that visceral burn of arousal. That fire in my gut that causes me to willingly ignore all those inhibitions that usually hold me back. Yeah, it's not a lifestyle I am after. I feel like now my goal is to satisfy an insatiable desire to surrender myself to the most sinful pleasures of the flesh. God, that sounds horrible! But that feeling like I had that first day Robbie was caged. It was so outrageous, so indecent, so pornographic! I want it again and again and again! I want it so badly!

Oh God. What has happened to me?

On Saturday, I had already planned for us to go out for lunch (something we need to stop doing so much, since we no longer have Robbie's income. Eating out is expensive!), but we also needed to make a trip to the Walmart, and I told Robbie we needed to shop for another dress shirt for him. We will attend one of Jack's quarterly get-togethers this coming Saturday. They are not formal or anything, but it's not a T-shirt kind of crowd. People will be well dressed, and Robbie only has a couple nice shirts. I have to decide on something to wear, too. I don't have time for that right now!
Anyway, on Saturday morning, Robbie served me breakfast at my desk, and while I ate (and did a little work), he rubbed my feet. I don't make him do that around Travis, so I've had to go without for too long. I guess Robbie missed it too, because he tried to hide the erection in his pants when I dismissed him and he got up from the floor. I handed him my dishes and sent him off to eat his own breakfast, clean up the kitchen, and make the bed.

Before we left the house, I measured Robbie's neck and sleeve length. When we got to the Walmart, I walked us straight to the pet section, stopped at the collars and leashes, and told him to "pick one out." He blushed red, and then he looked at me to see if I was serious. Seeing that I was, he quietly accepted his fate, and then he kind of discreetly looked around to see if anyone was watching, as if they would somehow know that he was shopping for a collar for himself. But he began going through the collars, and in the end he picked out a collar and leash set that is black and made of like a super heavy weaved cloth (cotton?) material. The collar has a large, shiny metal ring where the leash attaches. I like that. I also like knowing that I now have a collar and leash for my husband.

You know what? "Like" isn't a good enough word. I LOVE it!

When we went to lunch the collar and leash were in the car, but you never would have known it. I had Robbie drop me off in front of the restaurant and I waited while he parked the car. I had him order the food, he got our drinks, he cleaned up our table when we were done, and he got me more tea before we left. And then I had him go get the car and pick me up. I guess when you have a truly good boy, the collar is "understood."

We cooked dinner together that evening. It was fun, and we were playful, and we enjoyed each other's company so much! Later we sat down to watch some Netflix, and it took a minute or two, but finally he noticed that there was an envelope with his name on it on the coffee table in front of him. I had left him a greeting card to tell him how much I love him. And it also said, "If you ever want to stop being my boy, you don't have to say a word. Just give me this card back. I will love you just the same." Robbie ripped up the card and threw it in the trash. When he got back to the couch, I told him, "You might wish you hadn't done that."

"How come?"

"Because I don't intend to be nice. It's all about me, and I plan to get what I want."

"God, I hope so," he said.

I loved hearing that! I told him I was going to take a shower, and "When I get back, I want you wearing only three things: a collar, a leash, and a cage. Got it?"

"Of course, I got it," he said, and when I got back from my shower, he was dressed just as I had instructed. God! How I LOVE that! I took the end of the leash and led him over to one of the side chairs. I knelt in the chair, leaned over the back, and asked him, "What's your main duty, boy?" He didn't say anything, He just lifted my sleep shirt and began kissing my ass. I let him kiss for a while, and then I pulled on the collar and said, "You know what I want, boy." He spread my ass cheeks and kissed my anus. The rush of arousal was like an overwhelming flood. I felt my chest burn with fire and my pussy (there, I said it) began to tingle. I said, "You know Travis will be back tomorrow. I'm looking forward to seeing him. But you know that, don't you?" Robbie leaned in and began licking my anus. I smiled like I have never smiled before. He licked and he licked and he licked. It was the best answer ever! It felt so incredible, and so wrong, and so nasty, and I pushed my ass into his obedient face. "Lick it, boy," I told him. I loved making him serve me, and I loved knowing that his cock was straining against his metal jail.

He did a good job of pleasing me that night, and I enjoyed watching him work. I made him take his time so I could bask in my superiour status and the pleasure of his dutiful mouth.

He is such a good boy.

oh my....The Power Play... love it!

"I feel like now my goal is to satisfy an insatiable desire to surrender myself to the most sinful pleasures of the flesh. God, that sounds horrible! " .... OMG that sounds fucking HOT! You know you deserve it...and Robbie wants it for you!!

 

[naughty_stories]

It's never horrible to take the pleasure you need from someone willing to give it to you.

 

[Clouie]

I am getting a lot of requests for updates and more than a few have suggested that I start my own thread. I am nervous about doing this, but I will give it a try. I hope I am posting this in the right forum, and for those who are wondering, "Who's Leahaven?" Here is some backstory. I will also cut and paste some past posts of mine to help people understand what is going on. And once again, I want to say "thank you" to those who have provided advice. You already know that my marriage would still be in the dysfunctional zone if it were not for you.

My name is Leah. I am 28 years old, and Robbie (not his real name) and I have been married for about 3 years. I joined Lit on Sep 26, 2023. I had been lurking in the forums for a few months by then, reading about sexual things I never could have imagined. Robbie and I are from a rural, sparsely-populated county, and both of us have very, very conservative parents. We met in the 6th grade, and we have been best friends ever since, mostly because our parents are so similar. We were always taught that sex was sinful, and so we avoided it and everything about it. Then we got married. Suffice it to say, our sex life was clumsy, to put it mildly. Over time, it made our relationship so awkward that I began to wonder if we should even be married. Then, by pure chance, I found Literotica, and I began to read posts describing things that sounded just like Robbie. I was like, "WTF? Other guys do this?"

At this point, everything has changed. I will cut and paste some of my past comments, so you know where we are now, and then I will continue to update this thread as often as possible.

I hope it is ok if I do this. Someone please tell me if I am "out of bounds" or something.

LeaHaven.... 71 yo MWM found Literotica years ago and forgot but refound more than fifteen years later is finding out similar things as you are. I am seeing that I have just been existing as far as the sexual. physical love. I love my wife but something is missing. I am trying to figure this out myself. It is complicated. Just know you are not alone.

 

[LeaHaven]

I promise I will not start this post by complaining about my job. I love my job. It's just that right now, I hate my job, and I want to kill myself. Not really. I know the markets will get back to normal eventually.

The markets WILL get back to normal, right?

It has taken me days to write this post, a little piece at a time, stealing a moment here and there. I am sorry it takes so long, but here it is...

Remember that Travis had gone home to get more of his stuff a couple weekends ago? (Gosh, am I that far behind?) He had not planned to come back until late Sunday, but that morning, about 8:30 AM, he texted me and asked if it would be ok with Robbie and me if he were to "head back now." Inside my head I said, "YES!!" But in text I calmly told him, "Yes, of course it's ok." But that sounded so business like, so I immediately sent another text that said, "What's taking so long?"

It is a little more than a 3-hour drive, so he would be arriving just in time for lunch, so in another text I told him that the three of us could go out to lunch when he got here. And then I went and changed clothes. I had on jeans and a long sleeve sweater, but remember Travis asked me to wear "those" leggings for him? So I did. And I touched up my makeup and I put on a little bit of heel. Just some wedge sandals, but when I came out of our bedroom, Robbie looked at me like a lustful guy with great anticipation. The anticipation was because he knows heavy flirtation when he sees it, and he knew all the flirtation that was about to come wasn't for him. His reaction was just what I wanted, and I intentionally stayed around Robbie for the next few minutes. I wanted to see if he would need to adjust the erection in his pants. He's not very good at hiding it, but I am pretty good at pretending I don't notice. So I pretended to be focused on my phone, and sure enough, he reached down and quickly adjusted his little erection. One day I am going to call him out on it.

I did some work that morning, and the hours passed quickly. But the window of my home office faces the street, so as the time approached, I watched for Travis to arrive. When he walked in the front door, I was standing in the foyer waiting for him. He looked me over, his gaze lingering on my thighs, with lust and great anticipation, just like Robbie had done. The anticipation was because Travis knows heavy flirtation when he sees it, and he knew it was all for him. I could see the gleam in his eye. Robbie could too. Robbie even looked at me to let me know he saw it, and I gave him kind of a sly smile back. Travis and I hugged like we hadn't seen each other in months, and in that hug, with his imposing size wrapped around me, I felt like a small, fragile bird. We didn't let go for quite a few seconds. It was a display of affection for all three of us to see.

In the past, when the three of us would go places, Travis and I would sit in the back seat, right up next to each other so we could play his Nintendo Switch. So, just like before, Travis and I got into the back seat, right up next to each other, and for all of the ride to the restaurant, we all talked and caught up. We were busy in conversation through our entire lunch, during which time I was reminded, with a sense of awe, just how much food Travis puts away. When we left the restaurant, we went to a mall, and Travis and I might as well have been on a date. We walked together, and flirted, and joked, and teased, and talked, and all those things you do on a date. I didn't even know where Robbie was half the time. In a shoe store, Travis showed me some super tall, stiletto heels. I told him I didn't think they were his size. He smiled at my joke and replied, "They're not for me to wear." He convinced me to try them on, and when I stood up, he looked at me and exclaimed, "Fuck!" Looking at myself in the mirror, in those stilettos and leggings, I looked like a "fuck me" advertisement. To be completely honest, I liked it, especially the effect it had on Travis.

On the ride home things heated up even more, and there was a little "incident."

As always, Travis sat behind the front passenger seat, and I was seated right up against him. Robbie was driving along and the conversation was light, and in the quiet it became distinctly clear that Travis and I were sitting together in the back seat. But not because we were playing a game. He didn't have his Switch with him. We were sitting up next to each other because we wanted to. And there came this moment when like suddenly every one of us could feel it, and the quiet became deafening. It was then that the silence loudly announced to everyone in the car that Travis and I were a couple. Now we all knew it. And in that silence I could feel Travis looking at me. I turned to him, and our faces were very close, and he looked at me in that way. He wanted to kiss me. He cut his eyes toward Robbie and then back to me to tacitly say, "He wants it, too." God, my heart was beating out of my chest! It was so scary to think that Travis knew that! I looked over my shoulder at Robbie, and I saw that he had turned his head our way, just enough to see what was happening out the corner of his eye. I turned back to Travis. He looked at my lips, and then he slowly moved toward me. I did not move away. I closed my eyes and we kissed, a deep, passionate, not-so-quiet kiss that went on for a while. I knew Robbie could hear it, and I could hear him turn and watch.

And there it was again. That insane arousal that stirs me like the most intoxicating drug. I could feel it glow between my legs. Travis and I kissed again, and while we kissed he placed his hand on my knee. And then slowly it began to creep its way up my thigh. But I stopped him as he got close, and we broke our kiss. I lifted his hand off my thigh, and placed it on his, but my eyes let him know that I wanted it, too. It was just that I was not ready.

That night I pretended to have work to do in my office, so I would not be tempted sitting next to Travis on the couch. When I heard Robbie go to our bedroom, I left my office. I told Travis goodnight on my way through the family room, and entered our bedroom. When Robbie and I got in bed, I turned to face him and said, "I think you need to jerk off tonight." He was hard as a rock as soon as he removed his "pajama" pants. He asked if he could get a towel, and I told him, no. He sat up in bed, and I held his gaze while he jerked. I told him, "I'm so glad my boyfriend is back," and within a second, staring into my eyes, he ejaculated all over himself.

I laid down and went to sleep. It was a very good day.

 

[LeaHaven]

LeaHaven.... 71 yo MWM found Literotica years ago and forgot but refound more than fifteen years later is finding out similar things as you are. I am seeing that I have just been existing as far as the sexual. physical love. I love my wife but something is missing. I am trying to figure this out myself. It is complicated. Just know you are not alone.

Thank you for letting me know, and also everyone reading this thread. I think it is a little easier for Robbie and me to experiment because we do not have any experience. If there is something we should fear, we don't know what it is.

 

[LeaHaven]

I almost forgot to tell you...Robbie and I go to Jack's tomorrow night for a Meet Up he hosts every quarter. Erin is riding with us.

 

[P0peye]

But did you buy the stiletto heels?? You should have bought them and worn them out of the store!. I love watching a sexy woman walking in heels!

 

[LeaHaven]

But did you buy the stiletto heels?? You should have bought them and worn them out of the store!. I love watching a sexy woman walking in heels!

I did not buy them, because to buy those shoes I think you have to be a stripper, and I'm not a stripper.

 

[P0peye]

I did not buy them, because to buy those shoes I think you have to be a stripper, and I'm not a stripper.

But you're eventually going to strip for Travis. I'm sure your husband would love to watch you strip while wearing the heels you bought for him. I know I would!!

 

[cascadiabound]

I did not buy them, because to buy those shoes I think you have to be a stripper, and I'm not a stripper.

Shoes are just props. Buy them, don't buy them - but they are just shoes. No garment or prop can change who you fundamentally are. Wearing high heels doesn't turn you into someone you are not.

Focus on how they make you feel. Notice how your men respond to you when you wear this or that. Make your choices based on whether this or that increases your sense of power, sense of sexuality, etc. Use props (like clothing) to further explore the power dynamic you are exercising. No item of clothing belongs to only one kind of person or one profession. Even things that are stereotypically associated can be appropriated for your own purposes - for dress up, for play time, for simple impact. And sometimes we buy things (like shoes) that are only for private wear. In your home, with your lover (s). I get that you associate a certain kind of stiletto as "stripper heels" - I'm not suggesting you should wear such things to church or to your usual haunts - but just like lingerie, they are lovely options for the enhancement of intimacy in private.

Just food for thought.

 

[naughty_stories]

Shoes are just props. Buy them, don't buy them - but they are just shoes. No garment or prop can change who you fundamentally are. Wearing high heels doesn't turn you into someone you are not.

Focus on how they make you feel. Notice how your men respond to you when you wear this or that. Make your choices based on whether this or that increases your sense of power, sense of sexuality, etc. Use props (like clothing) to further explore the power dynamic you are exercising. No item of clothing belongs to only one kind of person or one profession. Even things that are stereotypically associated can be appropriated for your own purposes - for dress up, for play time, for simple impact. And sometimes we buy things (like shoes) that are only for private wear. In your home, with your lover (s). I get that you associate a certain kind of stiletto as "stripper heels" - I'm not suggesting you should wear such things to church or to your usual haunts - but just like lingerie, they are lovely options for the enhancement of intimacy in private.

Just food for thought.

Exactly, just like the leggings you only wear around the house to tease both of the men in the home, or lingerie you wear to bed, or even "going out makeup; a pair of stripper heels can serve the same function.

But of course you have to feel sexy when you have them on.

 

[P0peye]

Point taken, and while I admit that your views have some merit, I'm sure that Leah, being a mature, intelligent woman, able to handle the demands of a highly stressful professional life is more than capable of making her own decisions regarding how to conduct her love life, and any opinions I might express are entirely my own and Leah is free to follow her chosen path as she sees fit.

 

[LeaHaven]

I love early mornings like this. The boys are still asleep, the house is dark and quiet, and it is gray and raining outside. The soothing sound of the rain is punctured every now and then by a flash of light and thunder off in the distance, and then the world returns to the sound of steady rainfall. I wish I was sitting outside right now. I can almost smell the rain from here at my desk.

There have been many comments on here that I have wanted to respond to directly, but as you all know, my work schedule has been relentless lately. Hopefully, that is beginning to wane, but I intend to do nothing today but lay around and be lazy. I just need some legit downtime. But all that aside, I apologize that I have not been more active in my own thread. I hate that! For all of you who suggested I create this thread, let me tell you that this has been one of the best ideas ever!

But in view of recent comments, let me just say that I have never received a comment on here that I found offensive or judgemental. Some may be out of my comfort zone, but even those make me think about whether my comfort zone is still in the middle ages. I need those perspectives. And there have been some comments that have "called me out," and I needed that, too. To be honest, sometimes what I say on here and what I am actually thinking in my head are two different things. I can think some really dirty thoughts, but I still, sometimes, hold back on writing them (and being honest). But that is changing fast, and I am already a lot more "sexual" than I ever imagined I would be. I know that will continue. I want it to.

So please do not hesitate to post your thoughts, whatever they might be. You are much more experienced than I am, and I want and need your varied perspectives. You are my goldmine, and I come out here to catch up on comments far more often than I have time to post. Things are moving fast now, maybe too fast, and I am always anxious for the next bit of information I might receive from your comments and DM's.

And speaking of things moving too fast...Robbie and I went to Jack's house last night. I am not sure what I might have gotten myself into, but I will write about that in a separate post.

Have a nice Sunday everyone!

 

[9to5]

I always look forward to your post and what's going on with you 3.
I hope you have a relaxing Sunday also. cloudy and rainy here too
love to hear about your last night

 

[LeaHaven]

On Monday morning, the morning after Travis and I kissed, I woke up before the alarm and laid there thinking about what had happened. I felt like I had violated everything I ever stood for, marriage, family, commitment, everything, and I began to cry. I cried quietly, so Robbie would not hear, but he did anyway. He slid up next to me and spooned with me and asked me what was wrong. At first I didn't want to talk about it, I felt so ashamed, but he kept after me. So I told him the truth. I told him that I had betrayed our marriage and our friendship, and I could understand if he did not love me anymore. I thought it would only be right if he did not love me anymore. But what Robbie said was completely opposite of anything I could have expected.

He said that to him, what happened had only strengthened our marriage. "Leah," he said quietly, "we both want what is happening. We BOTH want it," he said. "This is OUR marriage. This is OUR secret. For once in our life, we've found OUR place in this world. We found who WE want to be. I've never felt closer to you than I have in these past few months." He told me that if I wanted to stop, we could stop. "It's your decision," he said, "you're the boss, but I don't want to stop. I like seeing you enjoy everything life has to offer, and I mean that, Leah. Everything."

I rolled over and tucked myself into his arms. My crying stopped, and we laid there without talking. And just as he had said, I had never felt so close to Robbie. In some weird way, even when I am flirting with Travis, I feel this sort of familiar and deeply intimate safety net underneath me. That safety net is Robbie.

We laid there without talking, but any additional talk about what had happened and where we stood as a couple wasn't necessary. What he had said was true for both of us, and we both knew that. I took a deep breath, and let it our slowly. I had calmed down, and my moment of doubt had passed. I pulled my head out of his chest and looked up at him. "Hey baby," I said, "I want eggs for breakfast."

He chuckled, "Yes, Ma'am." He rolled over and out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

 

[LeaHaven]

Shoes are just props. Buy them, don't buy them - but they are just shoes. No garment or prop can change who you fundamentally are. Wearing high heels doesn't turn you into someone you are not.

Focus on how they make you feel. Notice how your men respond to you when you wear this or that. Make your choices based on whether this or that increases your sense of power, sense of sexuality, etc. Use props (like clothing) to further explore the power dynamic you are exercising. No item of clothing belongs to only one kind of person or one profession. Even things that are stereotypically associated can be appropriated for your own purposes - for dress up, for play time, for simple impact. And sometimes we buy things (like shoes) that are only for private wear. In your home, with your lover (s). I get that you associate a certain kind of stiletto as "stripper heels" - I'm not suggesting you should wear such things to church or to your usual haunts - but just like lingerie, they are lovely options for the enhancement of intimacy in private.

Just food for thought.

Thank you!

In college, I had a PE class and I had to pass by the weight room to get there. There were always buff guys in the hallway, bare chested or in tanks or whatever, and sweaty and abs and, whew! It was enough to get a girl all hot and bothered, and we talked about them all the time. It was amazing how many times we needed to go get water during class.

The guys were proud of their physiques, and they had every right to be, and for the first time I saw things differently. I understood that if you like your body, that's not a bad thing, that's a good thing. It helped them maintain their health and it gave them self confidence. And I sure liked looking at them!

But I quickly lost sight of all that, until I bought the leggings (and btw, I bought 3 different pairs, not just the ones Travis has seen). When Robbie and Travis saw me in those leggings, the look on their faces was the most wonderful compliment I could have received. I felt so desirable, and it felt so good! And then on Sunday, when Travis got back and we went to the mall, I had several guys checking me out. But there was this older guy, probably in his 40's or so, and his eyes followed me for more than a few seconds, until his wife noticed what he was doing. She got angry and slapped him on the arm. I don't mean to sound stuck-up or anything, and maybe I am being that way, but while I have gotten looks before, I don't usually get those kinds of looks...like the guys in the hallway got...like I'm sexy.

I like being sexy, and I plan on doing more of it.

 

[9to5]

have you tried to get some camel toe to show for the boys?