A few Loose Ends Before We go on...

Now that I am back actively posting, I have seen that I left a few loose ends about. On June 03 0f 2010, I wrote about my meeting  with a second young lady from my ad. Well, I was not completely truthful about her. For the sake of her anonymity, I mentioned that I didn't know her previously. OK, that's not exactly true. But, since then she has "come out" and said that I am free to post what I want to, as her situation has changed.
The young lady in question was a very close friend and neighbor of mine. She and her husband, along with my ex wife and I were great friends. We rode together many, many times. Weekend rides along the picturesque streets of the Island's North Fork, and exploring back roads on our Harleys was a favorite pastime for us all. I was frequently at their home working on their bike, with the girls standing about talking and watching as we worked.
On many a ride, we swapped riders. My ex would hop on his bike, and I would be lucky enough to have her as my partner for the day. She's one of those girls that due to her diminutive size, always looks like a teenager. barely cresting five feet tall, and small enough to lift with one arm, she easily passed as very young, especially from a few feet away. It always seemed that when we rode together, she made a special effort to dress as risque' as possible. Her long, straight raven hair blew in the wind as she clutched onto my back, nuzzling as close as she could get to me. I must admit that more than once, I had a raging woodie by the time we stopped, as her right hand seemed to somehow slip from my chest and wind up in my lap on more than one occasion. Lisa knew what she was doing, and so did I, but we never spoke of it, she and I just smiled at each other a lot. Sort of like the Cheshire cat with a bird...Even the time that she was more than a bit touchy- feelie and her constant rubbing of my crotch had the desired effect, I blew my load in my shorts at a stop sign. my obvious reaction made her smile and she whispered into my ear "There is more of that whenever you want it, baby". I just nodded and gave her a small kiss.
Being a leather fetishist, my riding gear was normally a pair of black leather skin tight jeans with a snap on Cod-Piece. Underneath, I wore a pair of  well lubed latex briefs, or sometimes a studded red leather pouch brief that had been well oiled with Vaseline time and time again.  A pair of knee high black leather patrolman's boots and my shirt was a skin tight leather Tee shirt, with a classical Brando style zip up  bikers jacket. The finishing touch was a pair of black gauntlet gloves that stopped half way up my lower arm. I always knew that my ex was very hot for Billy,as she too made special efforts to be the hottest looking biker babe she could be when she rode with him. On one of our last rides with them, she wore new pink leather chaps over a pair of black leather micro shorts, a matching pink leather halter top with studs and a studded leather choker with a big "D" ring and matching wrist cuffs. Of course, she always wore over the knee platform  boots with a stiletto heel when we rode. 
We became separated on a rdie along the way to Amaganset, I guess we stopped at a light that they made and we didn't. It was of no matter, as we all knew where we were going to meet for lunch anyway. Lisa and I rode along, she was more than attentive to me, and we stopped a few times to just talk and steal a few kisses in private. I couldn't take it much more, I was ready to explode from her sensual presence. I took her by the hand and we walked into the brush of the lot that we had stopped at. We stopped walking, I turned and took her into my arms and kissed her like never before. She returned the kiss, and slowly slid down my body to her knees. She unsnapped the Cod-Piece and from under my pouch she freed my rigid and soaking wet cock. She opened her beautiful mouth, and began a mind blowing experience for me. I quickly unloaded my seed, she swallowed it all, and stood up to give me a wonderful, cummy kiss. "Next time, it my turn!" she smiled and said. I knew exactly what she meant.
As we drove off, I was certainly in much better spirits, and so much more peaceful having my pent up passions extinguished by such a sexy lady.
We arrived at the appointed lunch spot, our partners were already there, and waiting for us. My wife looked a bit sheepish, and seemed to avoid eye contact with me, but I didn't think too much about it, as she was Billy's date for the day anyway. Lunch went well, although a bit quiet as the circumstance between Lisa and I had dictated. Afterwards, we swapped back our riders and my wife and I began the ride home. She was very attentive and extremely huggy most of the way back. I surely didn't mind the attention at all.
She asked to stop about half way home, for a rest stop. I did as I needed it too, a few too many things to drink with lunch, you know. As my wife was walking away from the bike, I naturally watched her sexy backside as she strolled away. I seemed that the back of her legs  just below the bottoms of her micro shorts were quite shiny and glistened in the sun light as if they were wet.  
When she returned, I saw that they were still shiny and wet looking. I mentioned it to her, and her expression changed dramatically. "I guess I was playing a silly game with you, I wanted to leave them like that till we got home if you didn't say anything" she said. "What do you mean?" I asked...
"Well, I might as well tell you now. I was really hot holding on to Billy, he is so sexy. He drove behind a vacant gas station a way from the restaurant, we got off the bike, he bent me over the seat, pulled my shorts down and fucked me bareback. it's his cum on my legs!" she added. "I'm sorry that I did it, but I couldn't resist I was so excited by him."
I was so turned on by her admission that I kissed her like never before, we embraced for a long time, then got back on the bike and rode home to what would be the most intense session of sex we ever had. About an hour into our tryst, she asked me" Well, did you fuck Lisa?" No, "I replied, "but she gave me the best blow job I've ever had" We said no more, we went back to love making and wore each other out till we slept the sleep of lovers.
Since then, Lisa and her husband have broken up,  Lisa and I were regular lovers  for over three years, including the tryst in the June post. We loved to play dating games, like we just met and hooked up for a night of debauchery.

Life is strange...

I Prefer Vanilla Fudge to Straight Vanilla....

Well, I was in between two marriages. my former wife, with whom I had swung, HotWifed and eagerly participated in BDSM,and just about every kinky fetish imaginable literally decided one morning that she was "saved". no more play, no more sex. She said that she still loved me and wanted to stay together, so she had called a mutual girlfriend of ours that we frequently went to the swing clubs with. I was told by my wife that from then on, she was to be my play partner, sex partner and what ever more we wanted. it sounds hard to believe, but it's all true. She had invited her over to our home that Saturday night to"reintroduce us" to each other. Saturday came, my wife cooked a lovely dinner for all of us, she dressed suggestive but not slutty and we awaited the arrival of "Erika", I'll call her to protect her ID. ( She's married, too, but hubby has no idea of her real pass times.)
She arrived on the dot of  8PM. She wore a short bright crimson latex dress with black thigh high boots, a few studded cuffs and a collar with a large "D" ring. Pure unadulterated sex. I opened the door, greeted her, and gave her a small kiss hello. My wife saw us and stopped us, "That's how you great your new lover? Kiss her for real!". I did. We embraced and stayed locked together for minutes.Dinner went well, and afterwards Erika and i were off to the club to party.
That's the background story. time moves forward, our games become more kinky, and our love grows. I can see that this excited my wife, she demands to hear all the details of our dates, and it clearly makes her excited to hear me recount the night's play. Erika gets a key to our house, and can come and go as she sees fit. Middle of the night visits are not uncommon, with her climbing into bed along with us both.
Erika becomes entranced with the idea of water sports, piss play in the vernacular. She enjoys wetting her very tight jeans after a night of dancing and drinking while I place my hand over her crotch to accept the wetting. Then, one hot evening she decides to get onto her knees and allow me to soak her from top to bottom as she kneels in the parking lot of the club. A few nights of this and she says to me," You make me hot, but it would be so much hotter if you wore something sexy instead of your shorts." OK, I answered.
The next week, she arrived at my home with a bag containing a few pairs of brightly colored Victoria's Secret satin panties in  Black, Hot Pink, and Red..
"Put one on, baby.. the pink ones " she said. I was both turned on and a bit shy to do so. Guys don't wear satin panties, but the prospect of a hot night, and getting laid won out.
I must admit that I was turned on all evening, they felt great, soft, slippery and tight.  When it came time for our goodnight wetting games, she pulled my pants down, saw the panties and went wild. I hadn't peed all night, so the flood was large and wet her from head to toe. As we drove home, she told me that from then on, I would always wear girls panties when we went out. As time progressed, she added stockings and a garter belt to be worn under my clothes. Then, one night she came to the house with a small box. upon opening it, I saw a pair of black leather ankle boots with a 4 inch spike heel. "You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"NO way" she replied. You are already wearing stockings, panties and a garter belt, just slip the shoes on and tie them.
I did, my wife stood by and was visibly attracted to what I was doing. " You're turning him into a girl" she said. "Yes," was the reply "He makes a nice one, don't you think?" "I think so, too" my wife added.  I was trying to stand and walk as they talked about me. it turned out to be a snap to wear them, not hard to walk at all.

"Well, she will need a name, what do you think we should call her" Erika asked.  A few names were bantered around between them, and they settled on LYNN. So it was to be. "From now on, baby," Erika explained, " you will be LYNN to me, that's what I'll call you no matter where we are!" We went out to dinner, I was very self-conscious, but not uncomfortable. As the night wore on, I got more comfortable with my new identity. Erika told me that my wife knew in advance of what happened, and that she was taking me shopping tomorrow for a bra, falsies, and a wig."From now on, we will be three great girlfriends" she exclaimed. I agreed. that's how I started to cross dress, many years  ago.

A Motorhead Moment

Not so you think that all I do is be an insatiable slut, I do have my lucid moments. one of them is restoring antique autos. I had built a 1940 FORD street rod a few years ago, pro stick kind of car. I learned quite a bit from it, like never use Mustang ll suspension. Way too over rated, and drives like crap.
SO, here is my latest success. A 1946 FORD business coupe, ( No back seat). I saw it on EBay, listed by a noted dealer of antiques in Texas. great car, mint condition, just restored. blah, blah... WELL, the mint condition was the color...the paint looked like it was shot out of the rear end of a vacuum cleaner. The car was a shit can, lousy work from end to end, barely ran, no brakes, transmission wouldn't stay in any gear, engine sounded like a lawn mower running on diesel oil. I did a 100% tear down, to bare frame rails and started over. rebuilt Flathead with OFFY heads, manifolds,dual 94's, Isky cam. lowered 2 inches, powder disc brakes, Ford 9" rear with 3.25 gears.
When finished an artist friend of mine went crazy with his airbrush and did the detail work. We named it THUNDER ROAD, after my favorite movie. We also have a real Mullins travel trailer to match.

Looking forward to christening the car the right way, with my lady in full latex and thigh high boots the first hot  Summer's day.  

It's been a while...

Wow, time flys, doesn't it./ Since I last posted, Bobbi Jo has refined her Hotwifing skills, she now has profiles on 3 cheater's sites. her mail is full daily with requests from all over the world to meet her. it makes you think that most guys are stupid... if you live hours, days, or thousands of miles away, are you really ever going to meet someone? i think not.We have met some really super people however, some have become  extended members of our family I guess you can say. We frequently see them and our play times are fantastic Singularly, she is also seeing a few guys that ring her bell... Nothing excites me more than her telling me that she has a date that night, and seeing her dressed in her fetish finest awaiting her guy. My last encounter with DeeDee was super, we dated a number of more times, we drove each other absolutely crazy with lust and she got the thrill of going home to her husband wet, sticky and well used. it finally culminated in him greeting her at the door one very late night, the resultant confrontation was a bit frightening to her, being seen wearing little or nothing but a red latex bikini and boots with a smile...and a sticky pair of legs. he slapped her around a bit, then threw her over the kitchen table, ripped her bottom off and as she put it "Ass fucked the crap out of her". All during the attack she was screaming out to him,how much she loved her infidelity, and that he had married a whore  that wanted to screw day and night. It apparently excite him so much, along with her admitting that she had been seeing me for some time and that I " Fucked her like a slut should be fucked"... that they went to bed and spent the rest of the night making LOVE, hugging and kissing. She said that since then her life has never been better.She now has the "green light" to become a Hotwife herself, he encourages her to date me and loves the results when she gets home, still dressed in her whore clothes as he calls them.Life is strange, but fun!

It's Meeting Time!

Wednesday night came so slowly...But when I anticipate anything, it seems like an eternity until it arrives. Fulfilling my promise to my yet unseen lady, I dress in my fetish best, latex jeans, a black fetish tee shirt with a man's head covered in a leather hood. To make her fetish more exciting, (she is a boot fetishist) I wore red vinyl knee high boots, similar to the ones she said she would be wearing. When I arrived at our rendezvous spot, a quaint local pub style restaurant on the South Shore of Long island, she was standing in the doorway waiting. I could see her as I drove up. bright red thigh high platform boots, a black leather pleated mini skirt that just barely covered her backside, and a bright red spandex one sleeve crop top. Around her neck was a red studded slave collar and D ring.
I walked up to her and we immediately knew who we were... not too many others dressed as we were. After our initial greeting, I gave her a good slap on the backside, (she smiled deeply) and we walked inside and too a seat at the bar. Time flew quickly, we liked many of the same things, had many similar fetishes, and got along quite well. Being a boot lover myself, I placed my hand on her leg and was slowly caressing the tightly encased thigh. I slid my hand up to the top of the boot and under her very tiny skirt. Only inches above the skirt's bottom, I felt the unmistakable wetness of her soaked pussy. As she was instructed, she did not have any panties on. She moaned a small bit, spread her legs a few inches, and smiled. I cupped three fingers together, and pressed them into her. She didn't wince a bit, and quietly told me" I can take your whole hand with a bit of lube and some time". my kind of girl!
She told me of her husband, their recent trip to hedonism, and the young guy she seduced in the pool one night while her husband was in another hut with a girl he just met that day. She told me that she spent the night with him, getting fucked in all three holes by daybreak when she walked back to her hut. it was her and her husbands first time at swinging, and she decided to keep her part a secret, at least for now. being very hot, we both decided that we should make a new date to meet and get more acquainted with each other...
She explained that her husband was carrying on a cyber relationship with the girl he met , and that she was eagerly promoting him to continue to do so, in hopes of his agreeing to future trysts, (especially for her!). She had sneaked out of the house dressed as she was, and now had to try and get back in unnoticed. loving danger, I sensed that she would do just fine. We set a date for round two, to follow soon!

A New Lady Appears...

After several months of corresponding, I am about to meet my second young lady from the married cheaters website. Much has been written about Ashley Madison, Affair Connect, and a host of others, but so far, they seem to be working just fine. my wife has had hundreds of men reply to her three ads, most of the men are just wankers, looking to fulfill a masturbation fantasy, but many are "real" too. Last week, she met four new guys, all are nice, most are sexy, and the two that I met were very nice. One sent her home after a good S&M session, with her behind bright red.. four days later, it is still nicely pink and still sore enough that when I swat her, she jumps and yells. Hooray!! Thursday's tryst was a motel date, and after 4 hours of non-stop fucking she came home exhausted, dripping wet and very sticky. What more could a husband ask for in a wife, than for her to come home well used and ready for more?? She gladly relates all the sordid details of her trysts to me, usually while we are enjoying second hand sex with each other. I have always had a lust for intercourse with a lady that was filled with cum already. At least, you don't need any lube!
To digress...the young lady that I am to meet is another fetishist with a love of leather, latex, boots, and anything short, small, and sexy. She sounds just right for a playmate. She promises to wear something obscenely small, so we will see what develops.

A belated Second date

Sorry for the delay, but life has a way of getting in the way of fun sometimes. DeeDee and i have been communicating regularly, and since nearly a month passed since our last date, it was time to enjoy her again. Her emails kept increasing with erotic content, suggesting all sorts of kinky games to play with her. The newly found release of her sexual energy has made her a wild child, to say the least.So, being the nice guy that i am, we set another night's play date.
DeeDee likes to have a glass of wine or two to loosen up before playing, and to give her some time to relate her latest fantasy scenario to me. We agreed to meet at her office again, and set 8PM on Thursday as the date. She had asked me to wear something kinky for her, so naturally, I did. I picked out my tightest latex jeans, and bright red latex tee shirt, with ankle boots.
She had promised to surprise me with her outfit, and she did indeed. When she came to the door of her office to let me in, I was confronted by the cutest little school girl I had ever seen. A bright red plaid pleated school girl skirt, about 9 inches long, a white satin tie top blouse, and white knee high go-go boots. Around her neck was a white leather studded collar with a "D" ring in front, and a brass lock in the rear to keep in on. We hugged and made out for a short while and then walked the two blocks to the pub for a drink. She was very excited by the fact that her skirt was so short that her backside was all but exposed, and if she took too long a stride, her pussy was also there for all to see. She was totally shaved, and the wetness that was dripping from her glistened in the night's light.
We got a booth in the rear of the busy pub, and settled in to celebrate the coming night's fun. She ordered a glass of ginger ale for each of us, a strange drink to say the least. When they arrived, she quickly drank half of it down, and told me to do the same, which i did. looking at the half empty glasses, she smiled and asked to switch glasses, I did. She then said that we were t0 go to the rest rooms and fill the glasses with our pee...The idea of this gave me a roaring hard on, and my observation of her saw similar response. We left for the bathrooms and filled the glasses as intended. Upon returning, she was already seated. She had pushed her glass in front of where i was sitting, and she was smiling from ear to ear. I placed my glass in front of her and just looked into her eyes.
"Ready, " she asked..."Here's to us" she continued, as she took the glass up and quickly drank it down. She had just drank a full glass of my piss!
"Your turn!" she smiled. I took a deep breath and raised my glass, gulping it down quickly. The taste was not awful, but bitter and salty at best. It was obvious that she was ready to go, so I payed the bill and we left. Walking back towards her office, she hugged me all the way, saying how much I turned her on, and how she could not wait to feel me inside her again.
About a block from her office, we stopped in a dark alley between two buildings. I hugged her and ran my hand down between her soaked legs. Taking three fingers, I jammed then harshly into her pussy, causing her to let out a passionate scream. Fucking her with my hand, she moaned and bucked as she rapidly climaxed. My hand was soaked with her juices, I raised my hand and began to lick them as she looked on. This made her crazy, she begged for more, which I gladly gave her. This time she spread her legs wide apart and arched her back "I want it all" she moaned. With that, I cupped my hand and firmly pressed it against her pussy's gushing wet opening. Slowly, I slid my hand deeper and deeper into her, never stopping to allow her to rest nor accept the pain. As i reached the widest part of my hand, the resistance was great, she was crying out and sobbing, but I was not going to stop. With a quick and firm push, my hand disappeared into her, all the way to my wrist. She cried and screamed, but also quaked with immediate release as she orgasmed over and over. I slowly fist fucked her, drawing my hand in and out as much as possible. When it was time to release, I felt sorry for her as I pulled out of her quickly, to try and lessen the pain she would no doubt feel. I was right, her screams filled the night's air as I pulled out. She was weak and a bit wobbly, I held her and after a short while we continued the walk back.
Entering her office, I was sure that she had enough for the night, but I was wrong. She walked to her desk, and without hesitation bent over it, spreading her legs once again, and asked me to " Fuck my virgin ass" She continued to tell me that she wanted her husband to see what a whore he had married, and how much she wanted to be fucked over and over, then make him experience her wet, cummy ass and pussy.
being very turned on, I dropped my latex jeans to the floor, took the bottle of lube she had place in easy view on her desk, and began to ass fuck her until I was fully satisfied, and had filled her ass with my hot cum.

I cleaned up a bit, she did not, wanting her husband to see and feel it all...We kissed and hugged and walked to our cars, a very good night, indeed!