Thursday, July 31, 2014

Trust is a 145-way street

Hi!  DH here.  I'm sneaking in a short post on my lunch hour.  For one reason AND another, I haven't been able to write anything lately.  Super frustrating, lol.  But this post is finally bubbling out, and I'm almost helpless to stop it.

First things first.

A huge THANK YOU to all of our followers, and everyone who reads our blog.  We have really loved getting feedback and advice from all of you, and enjoyed every single conversation we've had.   It's been hard to walk the line between the protection of blogging anonymously, yet sharing enough of our experience to keep it legit.  As it turns out, Julia and I are pretty quiet people.  We don't have a lot of friends, and NO ONE (friends or family) outside of Blogland knows our secret.  

No one.

To a degree, that creates an alternate identify for both of us.  And, like every prominent super hero, I would love to admit who we are.

BATMAN: "I'm Batman."
IRON MAN: "I am Iron Man."
SUPERMAN: [To Lois Lane, in pretty much EVERY incarnation of the story] "I'm Super, Man!"

I say PROMINENT because Aquaman probably has a secret identity, but I don't know what it is.  In fact, I can't even make myself look it up right now.  Suffice it to say that there hans't been an Aquaman movie yet, so he hasn't had the big screen opportunity to say it loud:

"I'm Aquaman."

Not to say that we're super heroes in any way.  But, it would be disruptive to disclose where I work, and might get me fired, like that guy in Spokane who just had to be the first in line at the weed store even though he worked for a security guard company with mandatory drug testing.  My family would NOT understand our blog, and would try hard not to ostracize us after they found out about it.  Our kids might be at risk if we plastered pictures of them all over the internet.

You know what I mean?

And yet, we really do have this relationship that we blog about.  We never make up the dialog or the situations that we go through, which are often only funny in hindsight.  We don't have a lot of money, and both work for every dollar we get.  When we DO write a blog post, we try to reveal our inner lives - the dynamic at the heart of our relationship - without giving away the stuff around it.  We test ourselves too - both of us have asked the other if we took liberties with dialog after an especially "active" blog post.  ;)

So, dear readers, thank you again for sharing in our journey.  We won't tell you everything, but what we DO share is real, and honest.

Trust me.  :-D  

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Fifty Shades Of Grey Trailer

Okay, I know some of you were not too excited about the choices in actors, but looking at this trailer, I have to admit, I am really excited, despite Charlie not being Christian.

I love the music, fits perfectly.

What do you think? Can you see past the person you imagined in your mind while reading it and still enjoy the movie?

Monday, July 21, 2014

Back to life, back to Reality

We are home again and have been for the last few days. DH arranged his schedule and our vacation just right to also get an extra day at home after returning from vacation before returning to work. Which was today.
I, on the other hand, worked all weekend and even managed to squeeze a few hours of work in while on vacation. It was still a great vacation though.

I mean seriously awesome. The first day, we left very early in the morning even though we woke up later than we had planned. One of our cats always likes to be let out in the middle of the night, and sure enough, he woke us up at exactly 4.20am. We had planned on being out of there by then, but no problem. We still managed to arrive  early enough in the day to go swimming and find willing babysitters for the children.
And then we took off to check into the hotel. Alone. As we walked up the stairs, DH kept starting at my ass, I could feel his eyes peeling off my clothes. Once in the hotel room, he turned a little shy and wasn't as sure that I wanted the same thing, but figured it out quick enough lol.

He dropped his pants, revealing his arousal to me. "Why don't you strip out of those clothes?" His voice low and full of intent. Just the way he said it pulled me in and kept me in such a sexual haze.
I stripped out of my skirt and top showing him my white bikini bottoms while climbing up on the bed on all fours. As I looked over my shoulder, I noticed I had his full attention.

It was almost a surreal moment, we were both so into one another, while both being aware of there being no  interruptions that we managed to really connect, physically and spiritually.

I never like starting in the doggy style position, it is more of a last position for me, and DH knows this. After he walked closer to the bed, he admired his favorite pair of bikini bottoms for a moment, however, he proceeded to divest me of them pretty quickly. And I didn't mind.

"Turn over", he instructed me after they were off and as he was climbing onto the bed. I lay down in front of him, spread wide.

"Your pussy is glistening. I am so glad you went and got waxed. I can really see everything. Are you horny?" he asked me as he slowly started to penetrate me for the first time that day.

"Yes," I said (whimpered more like it now that I think about it), but I didn't get more words out because DH surprised me so much by withdrawing his finger and instead starting to work his more-than-ready cock into my needy pussy.

We never made it out of that position, both reaching climax at the same time. (Doesn't happen very often for us)

So, as you can imagine, that set the tone for a wonderful time together. We managed to sneak off one other time, but what really made this vacation different was DH. He was so relaxed and calm the entire time, taking charge with the children in front of everybody as well as not being afraid to say something to me if he felt the situation warranted.

We even managed to go and visit DH's childhood-vacation lake and spent a day there. It was beautiful and not many people around. While we didn't manage to actually "do" it in the water, we did play alone in the water with one another which was a lot of fun, and as we walked out of the water, I told DH: "You know, that counts for now. We have children, teenage nieces and nephews with us, and this is as close as we are going to get to doing it in the water for now. So to me, it counts."
I smirked at him, and he lol-ed and kissed me one more time in the water.

How are you guys doing? :D

Friday, July 11, 2014

Picture Friday - Summer Vacation Edition!

We are going on vacation, and excited to see if we can find time for some of this.

I love this one, how he has a finger in her mouth as well as her bottom and probably her pussy. 
And if you think of me at all these coming days, think of me doing this!

And this!

Wednesday, July 9, 2014



Hi, DH here!  Firstly, a belated Happy 4th of July to all of you!  This post is kind of like that firework that didn't go off in the bottom of the barrel, and then suddenly starts smoking again and then KAPOW! I was going to write it last Thursday, but the 10-year-old boy in me had already taken over, and I chose instead to light off stuff with the kids.  On the 4th, we visited friends for a family party, and took our big fireworks over there.  We live in a part of the country where its still legal;  we had a pretty good show, but the neighbors at the top of the cul-de-sac purchased most of the artillery at the local reservation, and spent the afternoon and evening playing their favorite fireworks game.

 I'll try to break down as I understood it:

1. Assemble 20 of your friends, each with about 100 shells each for the mortar tubes you have standing on the street.
2. Have your friends load up all the tubes and tie the fuses together.
3. Put one really big shell right in the middle of all the other tubes.
4. IMPORTANT: fail to put that last shell in a tube.
5. Light the fuses.
6. Run away yelling, "OH NO LOOK OUT WHAT HAVE WE DONE!"
7.  Repeat.

The other shells would start taking off, very beautiful, nice display, and then FOOMP! The shell that was outside a tube would try to take off, and then explode all over the street.  It would also knock down the other tubes that were still blasting away, which was super dangerous.  Whee!  They only shot themselves once.

"Daddy's going to give you a spanking now," I said.  It was that rare evening during the weekend where we were both still awake.  I had already raided the toy box, and was totally ready.  Junior was still walking around, but I didn't care.  I pulled her over my lap, and then covered her beautiful bottom with the sheet.  I had selected the small wooden paddle with its raised exclamation point as implement of choice.  I went straight to the paddle too, and spanked her thoroughly with it.  The sheet muffled the swats, and also seemed to take the sting out of my swings.  I finally threw caution to the wind and pulled down the sheet.  

We both ignored the sound of the paddle smacking her bottom.  I worked it between her cheeks, spanking very close to her sensitive openings.  I think I may have accidentally whacked her anal opening a couple of times, but I didn't let it bother me.  After the spanking, I pulled her head down on my cock, and she took it deep into her throat, letting me push it as far as I dared, and holding it perfectly in her throat until I slowly pulled it out.

I hope everyone had a great 4th with all fingers intact!  We are off on our family vacation next week, so I'm sure Julia will have some new pics to post.