Huge party all day Sunday & hanging out at The Red Eye Dock Bar. Monday, we took the boat out with the kids & went crabbin' and actually caught some crabs!! In fact, when I was putting the pot down, some were scrambling to get in and get my wee little fishy wishy. They are quite vicious little fuckers! Loved how he immediately just stabbed my poor fish right through the juggler, and fought off the two others who were scrambling to get it! Don't think I'm going to get hired on Deadliest Catch anytime soon tho!
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The Red Eyes Dock Bar... WOW.. hot hot hot.. So many babes, so little time. Was a bit iffy docking there, but thank god we didn't drive in, that was a complete nightmare! The place is packed out every Sunday for their infamous Bikini Contests, with the finale I guess happening this upcoming week. May just have to do a repeat!
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It was totally nice to get some much needed face time with the husband. Talking AND my ass smothering his face! That started on Saturday night. I went out all my "mommy girlfriends" for dinner and then to hang out at McGinty's Irish Pub. However, they're all very responsible mommies, who like their sleep now-a-days, and they all wanted to be home and tucked up by 11pm... !!! Well I decided I should go do the faithful, good-girl thing too, and boy was he surprised when I walked in the door so early! He immediately dropped to his knees, and started licking my boots and trying desperately to pry my legs open (I should have realised earlier that evening, when he'd made me change out of my "wellies" and put on a sexy little pair of knee high boots, to go with my mini skirt, that he was "into" them)!
I acquiesced (after all I was going to be up for hours) and got comfy on the couch for a moment or two.. until he pulled me up, and bent me over the arm of the couch, and dropped back down to licking his way from my ankles up to my ass where he was trying desperately to get his tongue... (Due to the fact I was going out with the mummies I'd put on underwear, which are in very scarce supply around my house).
He quickly pulled them & my skirt off of me, while I peeled my top of, and he started in earnest kissing and licking my ass, and fingering me at the same time, (it takes them a long time to figure out the multi-tasking thing) until I was begging him to shove his cock in me.
From there we bounced to me riding him while facing away. (I love leaning back into his chest, and him kissing my neck, and having his hands cupping my breasts). Then I wanted to see if he'd actually get into the boot worship thing some more (as it's not something he's ever taken much of an interest in), so I laid back next to him, and shoved the sole of my boot up against his face, while I jerked his cock off with one hand, and fingered myself with the other... (now that's fucking multi-tasking for real)!! He totally was getting into it..... Hmmmm I'm thinking he might have found my blog and read it.. which I totally am not into. It's ok for mostly anonymous people to read it, but it's like a diary, and pretty personal, and somethings that I might actually write about, are things that I've maybe not wanted to tell him about... is that at all weird?? Should I even expect privacy?
Anyways, things got kinda hectic over the summer and I didn't spend as much time with him as I should have, so perhaps he was feeling just a wee bit neglected & very horny.
Elsewhere on the husband front:
He's waffling back n forth with this idea of me being back and fully immersed into this lifestyle. Part of it turns him on and parts make him insanely jealous. I think "a little" jealous is always a good thing, keep him on his toes and all that... ;-)
Now that he has this job through the end of November at least, I'm also really kind of forcing the issue of moving back into the Columbia house, which he's not interested in doing, even though at any given time there's a bevy of strippers hanging out half nekkid, or drunken girl on girl sex parties happening, to which he now objects!!??!! (Well not really in theory, but...) And, as a mom, so do I, but only if it's before 8.30pm. I say between the hours of 8.30pm and 6.30am anything goes. The husband however, has gotten this huge guilty complex now that we've had kids, and I wish he'd lose it. It doesn't go with the whole big n sexy hunka hunka burning love image that I have of him.
So this morning Jack came. Literally and figuratively. He showed up at 7.30am to make me (and the kids) breakfast. I then had him come upstairs and help me get them ready for preschool and me well I drove them to pre-school in my boxer shorts and wellie boots.
Jack bought me a corset that has the cups out (so the boobs are therefore out and showing), and he has been begging me to wear it, so that when I'm walking around in thigh high boots with a whip in my hand, he would have an even harder time of keeping his eyes averted and to the floor... so he was snapping some pics while we were in the bathroom, before we went to the dungeon (well really the stables because I haven't yet moved anything back into the house yet), and I've just realised that one of my boobs is bigger than the other... WTF?
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We got some playtime in before the nanny and the kids arrived, and I have to say, walking around topless, with just the boots and the whip, meant I got in lots of extra licks with the whip due to his incessant gazing! Pressing them up against him while I fucked with him was also pretty hot :-)
Gotta run!!! This is so all over the place now that I've read it back, but I so don't have time to do any better. Thanks for all the recent comments btw!! Will respond to them later!
**TOTALLY REALISED THAT I WANTED TO TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE JACK N JILL PARTY!! WILL UPDATE/EDIT THIS POST LATER**
Sorry, I'm a breast man and the picture got my attention. I'd say the size problem is your husband's fault. He's favoring one over the other. It's kinda like to get them back even he'll have to rotate round to bring them back to the same size. On the other hand, I don't see anything wrong with them.
ReplyDeleteThe breasts ma'am are exquisite. The stockings you enjoy wearing are also. I am respectfully looking forward to hnt :-)
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