Voyeur

     One of my favorite things to do in my alone time is to sit and peruse other blogs across the internet.  I have always found interest in this and have learned that I am such a voyeur at heart.  I love to read about the things that make others feel happy, sad, angry, sexy, horny, wet, hard....etc.  I often wonder if it's because we married and had children in our teens and I don't get a lot of time to discover who I am individually, or if I would have always had this inclination.  I find that I love to read about sexual experiences I have not had the opportunity to divulge in.  I am fascinated by reading people's experiences with threesomes, swinging, light bondage, bisexuality, turn-ons, I believe it is the mystique of it all that captures me. 
     The trick is, after reading about so many experiences online it's easy to get the false notion that every couple swings, everybody likes to be spanked, everyone loves to talk about sex.  But this just isn't the case, one must keep in my that in reality everyone is different.  Being in a relationship is a true test of that, understanding that what one partner enjoys, the other may not, then finding that happy place somewhere in between.  That is one of the great things about being in a relationship is getting to know your significant other, the things they enjoy and the changes in their desires as they age and grow. 
     I think Vivian used to think, and maybe still does :), that I sat around and masturbated furiously while I looked at sex blogs and poured through the pages of web content.  The truth is, it's like reading a steamy novel, where my mind just disappears into an alternate reality.  I rarely find things that give me the need to masturbate at that exact moment, but the blogs do provide me with a lot of fantasy content for later.  Whether it be from reading a story of a couples night out without kids, or a HNT photograph on someone else's blog.  I appreciate nudity, exhibitionism, and the truth that people are willing to reveal as bloggers as a form of art.  So I guess I owe a thank you to all of you bloggers out there willing to let me peek into your lives, especially the ones that made it onto our blogroll.

Monday Memoirs - Batteries Aren't Only For Sex Toys

     This will be the first of many posts that involved our High School days.  We may not have been the star athletes, we may not have been passing out drunk at our friends houses, we may not have been getting high out of our minds, but we sure did know how to sneak away and find some time to fuck.  Looking back on it, we may have had the better end of that deal...
     I remember driving up to one of our favorite spots to fish and hike on that rainy afternoon.  We have always enjoyed the outdoors together.  Many days have been spent hiking, fishing, camping and enjoying the sunshine.  This day however was different, I miss those days of being so carefree, going for a drive alone just because we could.  As we pulled down the desolate dirt road I pulled over to the side and simply shut off the engine.  I had no intentions of hiking or fishing that day, I was simply looking for a nice quiet place to enjoy my company.  Vivian has always been a bombshell...bright blonde hair, sexy smile, and a smoking body.  We spent a lot of quality time in that single cab truck, just the two of us.  I leaned over and kissed her on the lips as my body began to shake.  It took two years before I stopped shaking every time, that I had sex with my wife, I don't think it was due to nervousness but due to sheer overjoy and excitement at the thought of what I was doing.   Sitting side by side our lips met as my hands began to reach inside her shirt to feel her breasts.  Sex was so hasty and passionate during these times.  Tugging at her shirt, begging for me to help her pull it off.  Watching her lift it over her head which was quickly followed by the unfastening of her bra.  Her hands jolted to my pants, unbottoning them and then sliding them down around my ankles. My hard cock standing to attention, sticking out of the opening in my boxers.
     There was just enough room for me to slide in between her legs facing her.  Kissing her as I frantically pulled her pants and underwear off and tossed them aside.  There was no screwing around today, I wanted to take her right now.  I slid my cock between her legs as she arched her back with her eyes closed and took me inside her.  Vivian has always been incredibly flexible, as her back pressed against the truck seat her feet took a firm grip on the windshield in front of her.  We began to fuck quickly, my cock thrusting in and out of her as she moaned out her thoughts in front of me.  Her pussy felt so tight against my hard cock as I could feel my orgasm approaching fast.  My back arched, and I came inside her and collapsed on top.  I quickly dismounted and started to get dressed, we had been fortunate no one had driven by yet and I didn't want to take my chances.  Grinning from ear to ear, I went to start the truck to return home......"click, click, click"  Motherfucker! I was so eager to fuck Vivian that I forgot to turn off the lights and had a dead battery!  We had to hike roughly a mile back to civilization, find a random man at his house, and ride with him up to our desolate spot to jump our truck battery.
     I can't help but wonder what went through that middle aged man's mind that day.  Could he smell the sex on us when we got in his car?  Could he tell Vivian had a serious case of Fuck Hair?  Did he know I pulled over on the side of the road to ravage Vivians body?  Did he notice the foot prints on the inside of the windshield, indicating I had just fucked Vivian there 30 minutes ago? 



   

Monday Memoirs: Hot and Steamy

     I want to preface my first Monday Memories post by saying that it is my hope to share with you stories from our sexual past that are completely true.  As is the case in any relationship,  sex isn't always steamy, romantic, or wild, but I do take pride in the fact that we have been quite adventurous at times.  My first selection for Monday Memories is one of my favorites from our past, whenever the topic of wildest place you've had sex comes up this is always the first in my mind because it was so hot!
     We were driving back from a weekend getaway that involved just the two of us.  We don't often break away from the children but when we do we seem to take full advantage of it.  I honestly don't recall what we were doing that weekend, but this particular moment is branded in the back of my mind.  We had driven by this location many times but never took the opportunity to stop.  It is a natural sauna, I won't give away the name for privacy sake, but it is an amazing place.  We happened to have our swimsuits in the car, unfortunately it isn't clothing optional(more on this in another post!), and decided we would make a quick detour and visit the sauna. We walked in, not knowing what to expect as we were greeted with a spa like setting upstairs.  Soft music filled the low lit entry, we were shown to a room where we could just sit quietly and relax if we wanted to, and then were given directions to the locker rooms and the entry to the sauna.  We changed into our swimsuits and met in the hallway.  I remember Vivian wearing a bikini that day which she always looks amazing in. I still feel like a 13 year old boy at a swimming pool when I see my wife in a bikini, she is a very sexy woman.
     As we opened the door to the sauna we were smacked in the face by a rush of steam and heat.  The kind that takes your breath away when you encounter it.  We walked our way down a steep set of stone stairs that descended into a very low lit cave with fellow saunanites(I made that word up) basking in the natural steam and heat that was being released by the earth.  We anxiously walked our way to the back of the cave where there was a large room with people sitting quietly along the natural stone seating.  We awkwardly sat down next to eachother, not knowing the proper etiquette, everyone was so quiet! Could we talk? Should we whisper? Must we stay silent? The average age within the cave must have been about 35 and we couldn't have been more than 19 at the time.  I seem to remember being uncomortably close to an overweight middle aged man and I motioned for Vivian to follow me as we searched for somewhere more comfortable.  As I took her hand in mine and led her back toward the entrance I noticed her skin was slippery and hot from the heat, the sweat, and the steam.
     As we walked hand in hand toward the entrance another couple happened to get up off of a bench just large enough for about 2 people that was just off the main path of the cave, and we took their spot.  I remember sitting there silently next to Vivian, her wet and hot skin sliding against mine, then beginning to slide my hand over her moist skin.  It felt so amazing! Not a word was said between the two of us as we started to run our hands slowly over each others bodies while we sat side by side.  We could hear others talking in the distance, and occasionally someone would walk past to reach the large room at the end of the cave or return to the spa.  When I saw the opportunity I remember sliding my hands inside her bikini top, feeling her nipples slide between my fingertips and then stand to my attention.  While no words were exchanged I could clearly tell she was just as aroused as I was, The only problem was we were in a public sauna with people passing by.
     I simply could not resist her any more and slid my hand into her bikini and began to touch her.  My fingers teasing her and I was pleasantly surprised to find her very wet.  I don't really know what came over me, and to this day I don't know if I could repeat my behavior, but I decided I didn't care who walked by and got down on my knees in front of her.  I slid her bikini to the side and began to tease her with my tongue.  Her body felt so amazing everything was so wet and slippery from the steam.  There I was, on my knees in front of her, her legs spread open as I fingered and licked her. This didn't last long before she pulled me back up to the bench.  I unfastened my swim shorts and let my very hard cock out as she climbed on top of my lap facing me.  Her lips met mine as my cock entered her wet pussy.  I remember kissing her being my favorite part, it was so effortless, even our faces and lips seemed lubricated by the heat of the earth.  Our tongues dancing as Vivian's hips moved back and forth against mine.  Fortunately, we've both always been able to orgasm quickly as I only remember a few people walk by during this time, but thankfully they didn't say a word and kept on walking.  We both quietly controlled our orgasms the best we could, you know the kind where you're almost holding your breath, yet breathing deeply at the same time, pushing the voices of orgasm back.  We returned to our seats on the bench and snuggled side by side with a smile painted on both of our faces.  As we watched people walk by and wondered if they enjoyed their time here as much as we did.