So, as I write this, I’ve had sexual contact with my wife SepiaQueen every day (on average…been one or two nights we missed but those were compensated for by multiple sexy get-togethers on other days) for going on something like 10 days now. That’s unprecedented in our relationship even going back to our younger dating days 14 or 15 years ago.
To what do I owe this?
In an odd sense, on SepiaQueen choosing to take a day off from Twitter.
We’ve had some challenges in our marriage recently and both of us wondered if the relationship was heading for the rocks. Frankly, Twitter has been my wife’s escape from a lot of stressors in life recently, and perhaps a way to occupy herself rather than be with me at times. It’s not for lack of love (we have plenty of that for each other) nor lack of compatibility. But intimacy was getting harder and harder, and it wasn’t clear just why my wife couldn’t really generate passion for me anymore.
She realized she needed a break from online life, and so she stepped away from Twitter for a day. During that day, she decided to direct more energy to us, and to connecting with me. The connection turned out to be quite literal…and wet…and wonderful.
But it didn’t stop there, and I don’t just mean the sex (the past 10 days have been a whirlwind of oral on one or the other of us, 69, missionary, rimming, masturbation [solo and mutual], kissing, sucking, licking and more). No, what I mean is that somehow, this renewed passion broke through a wall.
SepiaQueen already touched on this a little in her first post on this blog a few days ago, but somehow, she came to a sexual awakening that there was something she needed, and it was something more than me. She needed someone else. A man. Or a woman. Maybe both. I’ve told her in the past if she needed to step out of our marriage for a bit, she could, but it’s never happened. And partly that’s because she doesn’t want to step out. She wants this to be a part of our life together. And after much talking (in between all that sexual activity) we’ve talked about our unspoken and unmet needs and have found that I am comfortable with the idea that we are now suddenly on the path to a polyamorous lifestyle. That breakthrough, in turn, has led to more sex between us…and suddenly joining places like Love Voodoo and FetLife and more…and my wife discovering a host of kinks that turn her on, from nipple clamps to voyeurism). Suddenly, we’ve put ourselves out there on a new and exciting (and slightly scary) adventure. And we’re in it together, which has renewed and strengthened our emotional and psychological bonds with a suddenness and sureness that is nothing short of miraculous.
It’s also had one downside though: For most of the past 10 days, I’ve been itching like hell between my legs. No, not an STD…
…no, not pubic lice either. C’mon! Let me…
No, we didn’t have sex in the woods and accidentally rub up against some poison oak or poison ivy. That’s just silly…
No! I’m not allergic to some new flavor of lube we may or may not be using. Stop already.
What happened was that I shaved.
Yeah. Down there. For the first time in my life. And that, too, is largely because of this new life SepiaQueen and I have decided to embark upon. I figured if some other guy or gal or both end up in our lives, my hair might put them off a bit. My wife’s been around it for well over a dozen years of marriage now and a couple years of dating, so it doesn’t faze her. On the other hand, I also realized that with all the new activity between her and I, maybe the wife would like a mouthful of me that didn’t include a stray pubic hair or two.
I was amazed I didn’t nick anything, but I neglected to consider how much my delicate parts would be unused to microscopic stubble. It’s only today that I’ve managed to go the whole day without some kind of episode of feeling like a few ants decided to tap dance all over my privates. Pretty sure I’ll keep up the manscaping down there.
I know this first post from me is a bit of a ramble, but my blood flow has been primarily to the penis for well over a week now, so my brain isn’t in peak condition at the moment. More from me soon, whether commentary or some of my fiction (which you can also find in plentiful amounts at my blogs Better with Smoke and Smokedawg’s Non-Smoking Section, both of which are in the links in the sidebar)…maybe I’ll even write some true tales of me and SepiaQueen in the sack together.
Ciao for now, everyone. Play safe (or sane at least, even if not 100% safe)
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So, as I write this, I’ve had sexual contact with my wife SepiaQueen every day (on average…been one or two nights we missed but those were compensated for by multiple sexy get-togethers on other days) for going on something like 10 days now. That’s unprecedented in our relationship even going back to our younger dating days 14 or 15 years ago.
To what do I owe this?
In an odd sense, on SepiaQueen choosing to take a day off from Twitter.
We’ve had some challenges in our marriage recently and both of us wondered if the relationship was heading for the rocks. Frankly, Twitter has been my wife’s escape from a lot of stressors in life recently, and perhaps a way to occupy herself rather than be with me at times. It’s not for lack of love (we have plenty of that for each other) nor lack of compatibility. But intimacy was getting harder and harder, and it wasn’t clear just why my wife couldn’t really generate passion for me anymore.
She realized she needed a break from online life, and so she stepped away from Twitter for a day. During that day, she decided to direct more energy to us, and to connecting with me. The connection turned out to be quite literal…and wet…and wonderful.
But it didn’t stop there, and I don’t just mean the sex (the past 10 days have been a whirlwind of oral on one or the other of us, 69, missionary, rimming, masturbation [solo and mutual], kissing, sucking, licking and more). No, what I mean is that somehow, this renewed passion broke through a wall.
SepiaQueen already touched on this a little in her first post on this blog a few days ago, but somehow, she came to a sexual awakening that there was something she needed, and it was something more than me. She needed someone else. A man. Or a woman. Maybe both. I’ve told her in the past if she needed to step out of our marriage for a bit, she could, but it’s never happened. And partly that’s because she doesn’t want to step out. She wants this to be a part of our life together. And after much talking (in between all that sexual activity) we’ve talked about our unspoken and unmet needs and have found that I am comfortable with the idea that we are now suddenly on the path to a polyamorous lifestyle. That breakthrough, in turn, has led to more sex between us…and suddenly joining places like Love Voodoo and FetLife and more…and my wife discovering a host of kinks that turn her on, from nipple clamps to voyeurism). Suddenly, we’ve put ourselves out there on a new and exciting (and slightly scary) adventure. And we’re in it together, which has renewed and strengthened our emotional and psychological bonds with a suddenness and sureness that is nothing short of miraculous.
It’s also had one downside though: For most of the past 10 days, I’ve been itching like hell between my legs. No, not an STD…
…no, not pubic lice either. C’mon! Let me…
No, we didn’t have sex in the woods and accidentally rub up against some poison oak or poison ivy. That’s just silly…
No! I’m not allergic to some new flavor of lube we may or may not be using. Stop already.
What happened was that I shaved.
Yeah. Down there. For the first time in my life. And that, too, is largely because of this new life SepiaQueen and I have decided to embark upon. I figured if some other guy or gal or both end up in our lives, my hair might put them off a bit. My wife’s been around it for well over a dozen years of marriage now and a couple years of dating, so it doesn’t faze her. On the other hand, I also realized that with all the new activity between her and I, maybe the wife would like a mouthful of me that didn’t include a stray pubic hair or two.
I was amazed I didn’t nick anything, but I neglected to consider how much my delicate parts would be unused to microscopic stubble. It’s only today that I’ve managed to go the whole day without some kind of episode of feeling like a few ants decided to tap dance all over my privates. Pretty sure I’ll keep up the manscaping down there.
I know this first post from me is a bit of a ramble, but my blood flow has been primarily to the penis for well over a week now, so my brain isn’t in peak condition at the moment. More from me soon, whether commentary or some of my fiction (which you can also find in plentiful amounts at my blogs Better with Smoke and Smokedawg’s Non-Smoking Section, both of which are in the links in the sidebar)…maybe I’ll even write some true tales of me and SepiaQueen in the sack together.
Ciao for now, everyone. Play safe (or sane at least, even if not 100% safe)
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Posted by Smokedawg on May 6, 2011 in Commentary/Essays, Polyamory & Swinging
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