Sensual Together

© Sensual Together

(Fiction inspired by true events.)

My life had been chugging along as you would expect of a decade old marriage. The spark of our marriage had died. We were both lost in our own careers. I wanted to be, still do, to be the best in my job. We have been lost so much that the feeling of being a wedlock has been lost. And I did not realise this until a brief conversation with my BFF.

She had also been in a similar boat. At least the part where the day to day life has taken a toll on them as wedded couple. She has been married for over a decade. Successful in their respective careers. She is an established professional in her field, an outgoing personality and if I might add, a flirt. He is at a high point in his career, in a profession that most can only dream of, and in that profession, to reach his position. A thorough gentleman, well groomed and chivalrous. He was a good catch I could say for my BFF. And given his rather reserved nature, she is an equally good catch for him. Together, they make an ideal couple. Always together in each other’s endeavours so much that at times I might have felt just a little tinge of jealousy.

Little did I know, until the day we had our girl to girl chat, that they too had been going through a rough patch. Nobody can escape that, I thought to myself. But that was over a month ago. I had a talk with her last week. They had managed to get together and made the sparks fly again. Not only that, they had gone beyond and rekindled the fire between them. They are truly an ideal couple. I had to ask what did they do? Now I am not sure why did I have to know that. Because, what she told me has me change my life forever.

She told me that their sex life has taken a backseat and they did something radical to revive it. They did try to get back to having more sex, tried to have it for an entire week without break. And then they went a step ahead..

Me and my BFF have always shared everything. Our food, snacks, toys and of-course crushes. We shared deepest darkest secrets with each other.

She told me ‘We have decided to explore our fantasies beyond just the two of us.’

'I’m not sure I get you’ I kept my coffee mug down on the table.

'Well you see, we have decided to explore the possibility of having someone else in our bedroom’

'Holy Crap’ I nearly jumped. And then I took a couple of seconds to absorb what she has just disclosed. 'Have you thought about it, I mean seriously you know the pros and cons etc?’

'Obviously. You know me, him and I have had long and clear discussions about the aspect.’ she said calmly 'and you won’t believe this but the thought gets us even closer.

We talked about her decision some more. We talked about related issues like those about jealousy, insecurity and logistics. They had it sorted among themselves I must say. She had all answers at the ready.

From initial shock, the discussion had slowly become titillating to say the least and I had started feeling something south of my navel. We continued our naughty talks generously sprinkled with girly giggles. Then I ended up asking 'So do you have someone in mind to do it with?’ Her answer caught me off guard.

 — continues

© Sensual Together 

Author: The Husband

thigh kissing is nice, ass grabbing, thigh gripping, a little passionate teasing takes you far and honestly gets her wetter by the minute 

slow down, take your time at first, dont just dive in, enjoy your meal

that rapid flicking thing doesnt do much for me (i cant speak for every girl) but slow runs across the clit are lovely, just focus on the clit, let your fingers do some work if you get tired or something 

1. Stop the fucking flicking shit.

2. Focus on the CLIT. Suck it, circle it. Engulf it. If she moans, keep doing that.

3. But pls, do visit thighland. Inner thigh licking and kissing will set us on fire.

4. What is this fingering shit? Massage the gspot or get out. We feel nothing with that little stabbing motion. Also, stop sticking your 2 inches of tongue in there. Come back up to the clit.

5. LONG stokes with the tongue.

6. Stop humming. Most of us use vibrators so that little humming trick you learned from GQ will pale in comparison.

7. Speaking of vibes, the reason you’re in our bed is because you can do 1 thing our wands and rabbits can’t do. And that’s grab us. Grab us, squeeze us, we want to feel your hands on our body.

8. If you can reach, grab a titty.

9. Some women are self conscious about how they look/taste/smell down there. Or worry about taking too long to orgasm, so let her know you’re enjoying it. Moan, groan, sound like you’re eating a plate of ribs

Recently we received this message from one of our followers who wishes to remain anonymous.  Honestly this question, and variations of it, probably make up over 50% of what we receive in terms of people reaching out for advice.  The question is as follows:   As another guy with kinky sexual tastes I love your page! I haven’t found that special lady who will be my personal Hotwife pornstar, my girlfriend is pretty conservative and classy, looks down on “lifestylers”. Wondering what other fantasies you have and if you’ve brought them all up to S? Hotwife is definitely my #1, but I love the idea of swinging, threesomes (some guy on guy play), etc. If you have, is S receptive to these other things? Advice on getting a classy lady to be a slut for me?

This is actually a fairly common notion among those who are not familiar with the “lifestyle” or any “alternative sexual lifestyle”; the notion that participants are deviants, aren’t “classy”, aren’t “conservative”, and on the flip side, that they need to become “sluts” in order to be Hotwives.  Sadly, all of these things are exactly what perpetuates the culture of misinformation and, to be honest, gives any alternative sexual lifestyle a bad name.  

I’m the first to admit that this lifestyle isn’t for everyone – it’s not mainstream yet, most people are still riding that line between wanting to be in a committed relationship, but also wanting the freedom to be with multiple partners (or see their significant other with multiple partners).  As a society, research shows that we are moving in the direction of a “change” in the way that relationships are defined and treated, and many well known psychologists postulate that in a given number of years, we will see a move away from the traditional “two person relationship” to something that far more closely resembles an “open relationship”. More people are “living together” without getting married, more people are not having children, more people are exploring the ideas of the human’s capability to become physically and emotionally attached to more than one person at a time.   Is this a good thing?  Hard to say, but we’re certainly seeing the roots of that change right here.  

That being said, the point of the question is “how can a classy woman possibly be okay with doing something so taboo and against the social construct?  How can a classy woman possibly be a ‘deviant’”?  This is the first thing that needs to be addressed.  I know many extremely classy AND conservative women who are Hotwives, mostly for the sake of their husband’s fantasy.  You probably, actually, walk passed them in the streets every day, see them in the supermarket, even at your child’s PTA meeting, and you have no idea that they also have this secret “extra life” where they enjoy something that is outside of the norm.  I consider myself a fairly “classy” woman…I don’t typically dress in an overt fashion, even though I always make sure to have nice lingerie on underneath my clothing.  I don’t advertise myself in public as being highly flirtatious or sexually promiscuous.  In fact, if you asked most of my “friends”, they would probably tell you that I’m on the conservative side.  None of them would ever suspect what I do with certain evenings of my life – and I want to keep it that way! Haha

On the flip side, many Hotwives actually prefer to “play the slut”.  They enjoy the power and attention they get from playing this part.  This is okay too!  Whatever floats your boat!  

So, we’ve established that just because a woman is classy doesn’t mean that she can’t also be a Hotwife, and we’ve also established that being a Hotwife doesn’t somehow turn a classy woman into a slut.  In the case of the question posed, the only real answer is to have a frank discussion about exactly what turns this lovely woman off about “lifestylers” – is it personal experience, upbringing, religious views, moral niggles, etc.?  Once you get to the root of the issues, it’s far easier to discuss the situation.  

Take me, for example…in my previous life, I felt the same way about “lifestylers”.  I have a couple in my family who are quintessential stereotypes of exactly what gives “swingers” or “alternative sexual practitioners” a bad name.  I have an uncle who is on his fifth marriage – he’s met his last three wives with married and swinging and left one wife for someone he “fell for” at swingers gatherings.  I also have someone in my family who had an open relationship that was working beautifully for a while, until she fell in love with someone she started dating…she got divorced and ended up marrying the man she was seeing on the side with her partner’s full knowledge.  These cases always made me think that anyone who was in the lifestyle couldn’t be trusted.  When I met D, he slowly started to break down these notions and ideas, and eventually I started to see things a little bit differently.  I can’t say I’m 100% trusting of situations like these – obviously, because I couldn’t handle D being with another woman – but I have gotten better and have been able to, at least, fulfil one of D’s fantasies of becoming a Hotwife.  

Sometimes it just takes sitting down and talking things through with the person that you love and trying to see things from a different perspective – it might not always work, but it’s the best place to start.  Maybe the woman above will never be able to fully commit to being a Hotwife, but with good communication, she may be willing to meet her partner half way and do some flirting, try some new things, etc.

As for the second part of the question…D has pretty much told me all of his deepest and most closely held fantasies, including swinging, being with other women, threesomes, etc.  We spent a good majority of the beginning of our relationship hashing all of this stuff out.  Some of the things he would like or thinks are “sexy” are just not things that I would be willing to do, but the fact that he told me rather than keeping them a secret is probably the healthiest route.  No one wants to “find out” about any type of secret down the road in a relationship – it’s best to up all the cards on the table up front and be honest.  Just make sure to let your partner know that just because you have these “fantasies” doesn’t mean that you need to act upon them to be sexually satisfied or “happy”.

My advice…plan a romantic evening.  Cook your wife a great meal.  Have a couple glasses of wine or a couple of drinks.  Give her some romantic love and attention, and then start a fun discussion about things that turn each of you on.  Don’t suggest wanting to do things “for real”, in the beginning, just throw out the “fantasies” and see how that plays out.  Once you know how she feels about certain things, you can have more frank and directed conversations on the topic.  Remember, pressure is your enemy, and for every wild and crazy “new desire” you bring up, you need to give back to her doubly in terms of romance or sexual attention.  Thank her for being open enough to at least listen to you, and reward her for that by doing something special for her.  This will start a good precedent…if she is open to your desires, then you’ll be more open and willing to fulfill her desires.

Lastly, am I receptive to all of D’s desires?  No.  But we have talked enough about everything to realize that if one person isn’t on board with something, pushing for that thing is only going to lead down a path of discontent and heartache.  D pretty much knows that I’m never going to be comfortable with him being with another woman, and that’s OKAY.  If we’re BOTH not getting something out of what is happening in our lives sexually, then it’s not a healthy thing to do.  A lot of people chastise the “Hotwife” for being okay with her being with other men, but against her significant other doing the same thing.  Well, being a Hotwife is a TURN ON for D, while D being with another woman is a TURN OFF for me, so in the simplest form, that’s why many Hotwives can indulge in one particular fantasy, but can’t indulge (and should not be pressured to) in another.  

I do hope that this little article helps those of you who are attempting to cross the threshold of telling your partners about your desires, and I hope that it also helps you to understand why some things can be “okay” and other things are simply “no-go’s”, and that’s perfectly okay as well.  

He was in the great hall, regaling the court with songs and stories, when he first saw her. The maids sat behind a lattice separating servants from nobles and she had crept the edge, eyes fastened on him as he worked through his Eastern repertoire and then plucked out a few melodies on the kora. He noticed her lips moving with the words, trying to measure out each foreign tongue, so he slowed down a bit. Then there were jokes and she gave him a few shy smiles. Lady’s chambermaid, he thought. Dress a bit above a serving wench, severe hairstyle, probably the youngest. He began his final song, an Italian ballad, and saw her foot tapping in time. Still mouthing the words. And another shy smile.

The feast continued after his performance and he lost sight of her. Servants never ate in the great hall. But he knew what the lord would eventually offer and was ready for it.

“In respect for your talents, I’ll send any one of the maids to your bedchamber.” He paused. “Or more than one, if that is your desire. There are many to choose from if you want them summoned.”

“A needless task, my lord,” the traveler responded. “Only one caught my eye tonight. A lady’s maid, perchance? Light hair, very small. She was sitting at the lattice peering out.”

The lord hesitated. “Are you sure? There are better ones, for your purpose.”

“No, she is the one I want. A sufficient reward for my display tonight.” He added that last part intentionally. A subtle mention of hospitality always helped to ensure his desires were met. 

The servant had just finished pouring the bath when there was a knock, a small figure pushed inside and then silence. He went to her and she shrank against the door. Her eyes were wary and he was careful to stand slightly aside, not directly over her lest she be afraid. 

“Greetings, little one,” he said gently. “Are you wanting to keep me company tonight?”

“The lord sent me, Sir. To do what you wish,” she said in a small voice. He took her hand and led her close to the fire. The bath was there, steaming hot, with piles of wools, furs and silks. And fruit, some of which he was sure chambermaids never even knew existed.

“But do you want to be here with me?” He pressed the question. “Is it your desire?”

She looked at him blankly. This was a foreign concept to her. Inwardly he felt a great weariness. Endless lifetimes on this planet and still I find this...

“Your stories are delightful, Sir. And…and I’d like to touch your hair. It’s so wondrous.” He smiled at her words. She was bold as a soldier, even if she was shaking in her thin dress. 

He brought her to the sheepskins and there they stayed, talking and eating, him lounging close but too close. Eventually he put her hand on his braid and she combed it, giggling as she did so. She reminded him of his pet cheetah, centuries ago in Africa, who loved to tug at his hair. A few more laughs and she was sitting in his lap with her head against his chest. Then he turned his attention to her hair, knotted and twisted in a tight bun at the nape of her neck.

“Beautiful hair like yours should be down, little one. Wrapped in spices at night and free in the wind during the day.” Soon her blonde strands lay across his arm and she sighed. His heart warmed. It had been years, so many years…

“Would you like to bathe with me?” he asked.

“The water is hot, Sir. I’ve never been in hot water.”

“Indeed? Well, I shall turn you into an Oriental princess. In the Orient people bath every day in hot water, sometimes twice a day.” And he began to disrobe, watching her face for signs of distress. Who knew how many bards the lord had forced her on. But she was calm, smiling, and welcomed his touch as he began undoing her laces. When they both were naked he held her close and she sighed again.

For a man of his age the force of desire was like a tiny ember hidden in the ash. It required patient, careful breaths to fan it and not just any breath would do. Right now he looked at her not as a lover but as he would a fawn discovered in the undergrowth, gazing out at him with big, innocent eyes. Trusting eyes, yet tinged with pain. He slid his hand down the loose skin on her belly and looked at her questioningly. 

“I told you I came from Auvere. The lord’s sister was barren so I bore a son for them in secret. In exchange they brought me out here to be a chambermaid, which is better than being a kitchen wench.” She paused and her face crinkled. “It was all years ago. And so far away.” She buried her face in his bare chest and he held her tightly. Years ago. She must be barely twenty. A child having a child and it wrest away from her. Once again he felt the weariness and thrust it from him. He had a task now.

“Come in with me, little one,” he said, stepping into the bath. He sank down and she sat on top, her back against his chest. They both sighed. “Now you have to tell me a story. I’m going to be busy washing you.”

She giggled. “You a story? Well, I know how to read!” There was unmistakable pride in her voice.

“A little scholar, too?” he said. “Do tell. Don’t leave any part out.” And he washed her hair as she told about the abbess, the lessons for the nobles children, and sneaking books when the rectory door was unlocked. She knew a bit of Latin and he began teasing her with filthy phrases. Soon she was laughing and splashing about. He felt a heat in his chest. The little ember was glowing and he urged her out of the tub. Careful, careful, he warned himself. This one is a treasure.

He brought her to the bed and she nestled against him, her damp hair spread across his chest. He kissed the top of her head and she lifted her face to his. So sweet, so bright and loving. He swallowed the lump in his throat and brought his mouth to hers. Years…years…the words echoed in his mind until her soft mouth and little hands momentarily obliterated his reality. Then she was clinging to him, wide eyed and panting.

“Sir! Your mouth is so different! How do you do that?” And he realized she had never known pleasure. Any time she had been taken was most likely quick and painful, grunting in the dark with not even a kiss. He took a deep breath and slowed down his hands as they roamed over her.

“You like my mouth, little one? Perhaps I can please you elsewhere.” He began to feather kisses over her neck and shoulders, traveling down..down…then back up to whisper more sweetness to her. Then the slow journey down again between her legs, which she shyly parted for him. He stayed on her for over an hour, patient with his mouth, his hands, coming back up to ease her fears and questions, then settling there again until he was rewarded with a small cry and trembling legs. Once again he held her as she clung to him.

“Sir! What was that? How do you…the feeling! And how do you know that?” The questions poured out of her as he soothed her with whispers and touches.”I must do something for you, everyone else wanted…” and he laid a finger on her lips.

“There’s plenty of time, sweet one,” he said. “You can’t imagine how much time we have. A lifetime.” Her eyes widened again. “Don’t fret. Just sleep. I’ll hold you all night.” And he did, until the dawn when her little hand woke him up and he finally succumbed to the glowing ember emerging from the ashes.

He had planned to stay for a fortnight but extended it to a moon. No longer did she wear the thin dress and tight hair of the chambermaid. Instead her hair was down or partially braided, he found soft dresses for her, and her days were filled with books and nights filled with kisses. His ember had become a small flame which pushed the beast of loneliness further away to the edge of the fire. It was never gone, just patiently there- waiting. Every word and touch from her made him almost forget it existed.

Finally one night he told her the news.

“How would you like to go with me to Constantinople? And from there…the Orient? And the Spice Islands?” She squealed and jumped on the bed into his arms.

“Gladly, my love! Anywhere as long as I’m with you!” He wrapped his arms around her as they kissed and she stroked his face. “Anywhere,” she repeated.

“My golden one,” he murmured. “My sweet flower. I will travel the world ten times over if only to see it with you, again and again.”

He hadn’t told her yet. He couldn’t. At least forty good years with her, he thought. Maybe sixty if the god’s allow…and the beast’s shadow rose silently, reminding him. He ignored it and breathed in the scent of her hair, the sweetness of her lips and neck. Tonight she would braid and unbraid his hair, cover him with kisses, and he would forget his age or his fate. 

Now there was only her. And he resolutely set himself as her protector for the next lifetime.

“And he loved her.

He loved her like he can never grab enough of her between his fingers. 

And no matter how close he gets,

even when they make love,

it never feels close enough.”

I usually talk to anyone who comes to my inbox and chat about whatever they want. But and this is a big but…

Why oh why do you think it’s okay to say things so inappropriate. I am a newbie here per Tumblr standards, I know many have been here much longer and have endured more than I, and I applaud you.

Many here feel the need to say so much, maybe through pictures, story telling or poetry…but I argue does that give anyone the right to assume who you are because of that.

A creative outlet is what I was seeking, not a hook up. In the last few days I have had at least three accounts come in my messages and been rude.

I know…block and move on. My question is why tho? Would you meet a woman at a mall and say -

“Hello, you are sexy. I am horny.”

How do you think that would work for ya? My mind always wants answers.

Here’s my take on my incidences, my avatar on prettypeepeep is a model. This blog is a poetry/fantasy-ish blog. Smexy-spexsy and aesthetically–pretty have my face on them. For reasons I think are obvious, not fantasy.

Many ask, “ are you your avatar?” I promptly tell them she is a model and you can find me on my other blogs.

That doesn’t stop them and my inquiring mind wants to cure their ways of abuse. Yes, I feel this is sexually predatory, and I do know there is sexual undertone here, and being behind a keyboard makes it even easier. All these are excuses for what is happening.

Will my rant stop it. Of course not. Be warned tho each of us should report these predators to Tumblr. If this was your work place you would.

As women, I think we have all had incidents that we have let slide, but I say from today on…let’s rise up and let all these accounts know

We are not gonna take it.

To all the men who aren’t like this, I would be honored if you reblogged this so us women would know you support us.

To the men who think ninety nine percent of us here are here for your fantasy…think again. We are here for ourselves. I am a woman who will always support other women.

Read this and get some perspective