Dirty old man? - follow-up

Well, she was there, but not in the pool, not in a bikini, and not dripping wet. But, she was super-fine in tight jeans, a translucent top, a killer bra, and wonderful new glasses. She left early to go to hear her "BFF" Jennifer's boyfriend's band play at a local all-ages club, so I lost interest for most of the night.

By the end of the evening things improved, I got two golf invitations, and three of the couples ended up in the Jacuzzi after the kids had raided the adult's wallets and ran off to a movies.

In my fantasy version on the evening, all three couples stripped down and got busy while the others watched, and as an encore the women stood in the center of the hot water and kissed and touched each other's naked bodies.

Reality was quite a bit tamer, but still arousing, we all sat around the outside bench, neck deep in 104 degree water and all feeling quite mellow. My wife and I aren't drinkers by our friends are and they were starting to get a buzz on since the kids all left. Michelle was getting very affectionate with her husband Steve, sitting between his legs and asking for a back rub. She leaned back against his chest and we could see his hands moving around her body to her breasts. Our view was obscured because of the bubbles and the mist that had settled over the hot water as the evening got cooler. I'm not sure if Michelle was asleep, passed out, or just completely uninhibited because of the row of empty wine coolers lined up behind her on the patio.

Steve's hands began to move over her body and over the fabric of her bikini top. Her nipples got hard immediately and we could all see him rub the large nubs through the fabric. It was very erotic and I felt myself get aroused. So did my wife. She reached over under the water and gave my erection a squeeze and stroked it up and down slowly.

Michelle started breathing heavily and her breasts lifted up out of the water. They were glistening in the soft glow of the underwater lighting and her head arched back onto Steve's shoulders. His hands quickly moved behind her back and he shocked us all by untying her top and exposing her body to her four best friends. As this was happening my wife slipped her hand into my shorts and felt me cum into the hot swirling water. I couldn't believe what was happening. Steve was exposing wife's beautiful chest to us and my wife was making me cum in front of her two closest girlfriends. When I looked over at my wife in shock, I realized that she was barely aware of what she was doing to me. She was staring at Michelle in rapt attention.

I finally got my wits about me and looked over at Stacy and Rick to see what they were thinking. Like Michelle, Stacy was sitting in front of Rick with his legs spread wide. I could see him rocking his hips against Stacy's backside, and it looked as if she was touching herself under the bubbles and pushing her bottom into Rick's thrusting. They were both staring at Michelle's beautiful breasts and erect nipples as her bikini top, still tied around her neck, floated lazily in the hot water of the jacuzzi.

The moment seemed to linger for eternity as I watched Rick grit his teeth and cum against his wife's back. As his thrusting turned into convulsions, Stacy pressed herself back against him and gathered up his arms and brought them around her in a hug. She pressed her body into his and enjoyed the feeling of his orgasm as the sizzling sound of the bubbles filled the night air.

My wife leaned her head against my shoulder and felt my heart pounding. Rick started breathing slower and a calmness settled over the 6 of us. Steve brought Michelle back into his lap and gently tied the strings over her bikini back in place, covering her once again.

Steve whispered that it was time to get her home, and we all nodded in agreement. Silently we all stepped out of the hot water. Steve walked to the controls as he held Michelle's hand and turned off the jets.

Silence filled the air, the water stilled.

Michelle walked,first to Stacy, and then to my wife, and kissed them goodnight.

Dirty old man?

At what age does a guy turn into a "dirty old man"? When does noticing a cute 17 year old become creepy instead of flattering? I certainly hope it's not 40.

But, if I'm asking the question, then I'm already too old to be noticing, but let me tell you why I'm asking....

I have been invited to attend my friend's end-of-summer and back to school bash at their neighborhood's community pool. We will be grilling hot dogs and burger, talking about work, school, bad golf, and bad investments (we are all taking a bath in real estate right now). We are going to complain about our wives and listen to them complain about us, and in the end, we will all go home and laugh at the others who were at the party. It's tradition.

But, what do I do about the host's daughter? She's beautiful, stunning, stacked, perfectly built, slim, sleek, a killer smile, and a fantastic fashion sense, and she's only 17, barely 17 . Her friends are not quite as hot as she it, I mean, who could be, but they are older than her so looking at them isn't quite illegal. I know she's going to be there, lounging around the pool, sipping her soda and swimming. And swimming means getting wet, shiny, glossy, and, well, wet. I have this image of her pulling herself up out of the water, her long brown hair trailing down her back as the water drips off her body, running in little rivulets down her chest, between her full breasts.

If she wears a bikini I'm going to spontaneously pop a woodie, explode in my shorts, and die of embarrassment. Luckily her parents are pretty conservative so "Karina" may well show up in denim shorts and a turtleneck.

The good thing is that my wife has a major thing for my friend and she always comes home horny from being around him. So does it balance things out if, during sex tonight, that I think of the daughter while she thinks of her dad? Does that make it incest?

And speaking of the barely legal, Hayden Panettiere, from Heroes, turned 18 today...!
http://www.superheroprofiles.com/hayden-panettiere-at-the-peoples-choice-awards/

How do you ask for a hand job?

What is the protocol for asking for a hand job? There are times, especially in the morning, when I wake up horny and selfish, and I just want a quickie. A little blow-job would be a nice starter, but I really like the feel of her stroking me by hand, the pumping motion, the grip, the lube, and the sound of her slipping up and down my cock is a very erotic image for me.

I love the feeling of cumming this way. It’s almost like, but much better than, masturbating myself. (Is that redundant?) Sometimes I have her just hold me while I jerk one off, I like the feeling of closeness and comfort, and I like to know that she’s watching me cum. Frequently it will get her aroused enough that she’ll return the favor and masturbate for me while I watch, and that is fantastic.

But some of the time I just want a quickie, a hand job, a jump-start to the day that gets me off and gets me going. I don’t want, or don’t have time to snuggle, to get her off, or even to have a quickie screw. I just want a handie.

So, how do I ask for it?

I’d love to hear from the women who read this blog to get an answer. I guess the question is applicable to single and married guys, to one-night stands and to long term loves. Do you ask your date the same way I’d ask my wife?

How do you ask without sounding selfish?

I need to know....

A very good day....

After weeks of flirting, we finally made contact.

We were a rather large meeting, a farewell speech by a retiring executive. We were both there for the cake and each other's company, and didn't hear a word he said. We just sat across the room from each other, never together, and sent text messages back and forth.

At the end of the meeting we piled out and headed for the lobby. The elevator door opened and we both stepped inside. I was against the back wall, she stood in front of me, her hands clasped behind her back, facing the door, as 15 others crushed in around us. The doors closed and she moved. She took a 1/2 step back and pressed into me, her open palm touching, grabbing, the front of my slacks. She bent forward just slightly, forcing her weight to shift into me. I started to harden immediately and she gave me a final squeeze and got off the elevator, 4 floors early.

I could barely breath.

A dream of two sisters.

I was planning on posting a completely different story today, but it was getting too long and involved and I really just wanted to tell everyone about a dream I had last night. I have been on the road for three days at a training seminar, and I never sleep well while on the road. The lack of sleep, a strange bed, and an abundance of attractive women at my seminar led to a couple of interesting dreams.

One of them, the story that is taking too long to tell, was about a girl I saw at my hotel pool. It was one of those dreams that seems like it takes forever, but I'm sure it was just a flash in my over-stimulated brain.

The other dream, the one I find most interesting from a psychological standpoint, was very short, but very powerful.

The dream was simple, I was lying naked in bed with my wife, she was also naked and we are touching each other and getting ready to make love. I was leaning up on my left elbow, kissing her, and stroking her between the legs with my right hand. She was getting more and more aroused and I could feel the wetness come to the lips of her vagina. She had just shifted her hips so I would have better access when the doors to the bedroom flew open.

Our first instinct was to cover ourselves but in this dream, we discovered that there were no sheets or blankets on this bed. It was just a bright, white, sheet, pulled tightly over the mattress.

As the door opened, my wife's sister came into the room and jumped on to the bed with us. All she said was, "I want to get in on this."

Without hesitation, my wife scooted away from me to make room for her naked sister. Her body pressed up against mine as she wiggled between us to make room. I looked over at my wife to get her reaction her head was on the pillow with her eyes closed and all she did was wrap her arms around her sister and snuggle.

Melissa turned her face to mine and began kissing me gently. It was heaven. After a few kisses, my wife took my hand and placed it between her own legs, she held them open wide for me and pressed on my wrist, urging me to penetrate her more deeply. While I fingered my wife closer and closer to her orgasm, her sister guided my mouth to her breasts and urged me to suck. I gladly obliged. As I enveloped her nipple in my mouth, I could see her fingers playing with her other breast but soon I saw her hand move over to my wife's body, and my wife's hand started playing with her sisters’ breast.

I don't remember my wife having an orgasm in the dream, but I do remember that she took my hand from her body and put it on Melissa's. She said, "Now it's our turn."

I felt my erection pressing into Melissa's hip and I felt her body shift underneath mine so that she could spread her legs open for me. Her left hand was between my wife’s legs and her right hand held the back of my head to her breasts. I distinctly remember my wife guiding my hand between her sister’s legs. I could feel her smooth skin and the small tufts of pubic hair that hid her lips. Her figure was full and smooth and luscious and it was all I could do not to cum from the situation. Here I was, naked and in bed with my wife and her sister, and they both wanted me.

I pressed my hand over her pussy and felt her lips and wetness on the palm of my hand. But, just as I began to press a finger between those wet and swollen lips, the dream ended and I woke up.

From heaven to hell in the blink of an eye.

Anyway, it was nice while it lasted…