Fantasy Night is EVERY night!

Doug

My wife called me yesterday. She said she would be working late and not coming home until after 9 PM. I was disappointed for a moment, but learned to take these setbacks as opportunities to create some bonus time for me…work or play? Decisions, decisions…

I decided to surprise her with some pampering when she came home. I thought that I would be the one to spoil her after a hard day at work. I became excited about the sexual rewards we would both share after I treated her to some delicious appetizers, a sponge bath and foot massage. The atmosphere would be perfect. I had it all planned out. I would have a good 2 hours to plan and prepare this surprise for her. She would be putty in my hands.

The surprise was all on me.

About 2 hours BEFORE she said she was going to be home, her car pulled in the driveway. Wait a minute! What happened? I wasn’t ready!!! I looked at the car and saw a BLONDE woman driving her car! (My wife’s a brunette) Did she loan her car to a friend? I didn’t know what to think…

Before my mind could reconcile the disconnect between the mystery driver and her car, this absolute bombshell walked into our home with a short skirt, heels and a European accent, she said, “My name is Natasha…your wife sent me.”

My jaw hit the floor and I didn’t know what to do. Double whammy. Before I realized what was happening, this Russian concubine was in my lap and whispering into my ear, “You wife should be here in 2 hours…what should we do in the meantime?”

I said I was 100% loyal and that NOTHING inappropriate would be happening even though the stirring in my pants said otherwise. She slowly gyrated her pelvis in my lap and unzipped her dress. What a dress! The zipper started in the front and wound around to her side in a sexy spiral.

I couldn’t move.

Her breasts were full, round and her nipples protruded like bullets. Her mouth grazed my lips and I was fully hard and unable to stop her advances. She unzipped my pants and those soft full lips moved down from my belly to my cock. I was nervous, excited and physically unable to move away or push her off. It was electric.

After she sucked me fully, I grabbed her soft round bottom and pulled her onto the sofa.

Her moans told me the next hour was going to be unlike anything I have ever experienced. Her lovemaking was strangely familiar to what I was used to. Her demeanor, hair and accent completely foreign. My excitement of this “mail order” affair was like nothing I had ever experienced. She wanted me and my wife had allegedly ordered this concubine.

Did she?

Yes.

How did I know? After about 45 minutes of slow, passionate sex, that blonde wig came off and the accent dissolved away to reveal my sexy bride who turned the tables on me. Of course I knew it was her the moment she came in the room, but the fantasy was complete and I had a guiltless affair. My bride had given ME the surprise of my life!

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Sex in the Office

Doug

sex in the office

"Put down that mouse and touch my kitty."

Most people consider the idea of sex to be a manifestation of the intangible feelings of love. The angels sing, the fireworks begin and feelings of euphoria abound. Sex and love are inexorably intertwined. There are more songs and books written about love than any other topic. However, the topic of sex being used for medicinal purposes is summarily avoided.

Not anymore.

For the past 3 months I have been diligently been writing a full length book. Ask anyone who has written one; it takes the patience of Job, the stamina of an Olympic athlete and the creativity of Walt Disney to complete a book. In short…it’s tough!

What makes it even more difficult is the amount of time writing, re-writing, adding and editing. There are dozens of ways to say one thing. Which way is best? What does this have to do with sex, love and marriage.

Everything.

The stress of making a living, tackling a big project or striving towards a lofty goal can take its toll on anyone. The bigger the goal or project, the more stress an individual may feel. While sex is designed to make babies and express love, medically it can be a tremendous reliever of stress! Don’t believe me? Here is a quote from Columbia University’s Center for Health:

“Endorphins are a group of substances formed within the body that naturally relieve pain. They have a similar chemical structure to morphine. In addition to their analgesic, or pain-relieving, effect, endorphins are thought to be involved in controlling the body’s response to stress, regulating contractions of the intestinal wall, and determining mood. They may also regulate the release of hormones from the pituitary gland, notably growth hormone and the gonadotropin hormones.

Some researchers have learned that strenuous exercise releases endorphins into the blood stream. Others have found that endorphins are released during orgasm, as well as during laughter. Endorphin release may occur with frequent sex and masturbation.”

The bottom line is that sex (I will leave masturbation out of the conversation for now) is a DEFINITE stress reliever. Massages are nice. Exercising is important, but nothing beats the endorphin rush of a great orgasm. Hell, even a mediocre orgasm will take the edge off an otherwise stressful day.

Last week as I was putting in a long 14 hour day, my wife came in with that “look” in her eye and closed and locked my door. As it turns out, we BOTH needed to take the edge off. She didn’t talk about foreplay. She didn’t ask me a single question about “how its going?” or other irrelevant conversation. She looked at me and without saying a word, stripped off my clothes and went down on me.

It didn’t matter that she would be late for an appointment. It didn’t concern me that the kids were in the next room. When I hiked her dress up and pushed her on the couch in my office, her climax was almost instant. By the time we moved to my desk for her 2nd round, she nearly slid off the glass top.

The next time your spouse shows signs of stress, tell them the doctor has a prescription for them…then lock the door and turn off the lights.

"Stop touching yourself. Get your wife to do it."


My Wife’s ‘Mile High Club’ Story

Doug

The internet has replaced our imaginations with stories of intrigue, romance and forbidden sexual encounters with clear an unambiguous imagery. Years ago, naughty stories and movies that left something to the imagination gave all of us a different view of the same scenario.

When people watch movies, they often project themselves into the character. “What would I do if I was them…” and things like that. How often have you expressed anger when a character in a horror movie deliberately walks into that dark house instead of simply going to the neighbors and call the police!

My wife and I enjoy watching porn every once in a while, but what REALLY gets both of us off are detailed stories about things that have happened to us in the past. Embellishing real events brings a reality to the fantasy that can drive anyone wild. Instead of projecting ourselves into a fictional character, my wife and I take TRUE incidents that have happened to us and twist the facts, names, and places around slightly. When we reveal these stories as part of our foreplay, the sparks ignite and we find ourselves totally in the moment. My wife are totally commited to creating crazy, passionate sex life for ourselves and love teaching others how to do the same. Click here for a copy of our book.

Recently, my wife told me a story about a long trip on an airplane years ago when our marriage was on the rocks. Enjoy…

It was going to be a long flight and I wasn’t tired. In fact, I was a bit annoyed, having just left home and totally ticked that my husband didn’t take me to the airport and didn’t even kiss me goodbye…things aren’t so good at home. In fact, I often have visions of leaving him…or killing him!

I checked through the gate without much of a delay and boarded the plane on time. Like most flights, the people around me were a mixed bag…families, singles, young and old. Normally, I get some non-descript ordinary person sitting next to me. I am not one for much conversation and since this was a night flight, I actually PLANNED on not even saying hello to whoever sat next to me.

Then he sits down next to me…OMG.

As much as I tried NOT to pay attention, it was impossible not to stare at the man who sat next to me….Mr. Charm. He was young, handsome, chiseled, strong, firm and a smile that could melt the anger and resentment of anyone.

What a dish. If only…No. I shouldn’t think those things. I should catch some sleep like I planned. As much as I tried to settle in and sleep, I couldn’t. Instantly these crazy, ridiculous fantasies explode into my head. What was wrong with me?! I don’t ever have fantasies about strangers! This is stupid…Close your eyes, Chris. Get some sleep.

It doesn’t work.

He notices I am fitful and starts the conversation with that wry little smile that nearly make me instantly wet. We chat a little and he is so full of life and happiness (unlike Mr. Cynical at home). He flirts a little bit in the conversation, but I brush it off. The more we talk, the more I am captivated by that smile and those tightly toned biceps. Why am I having these thoughts?! It is SO wrong.

How can a 20-something man be so gracious and interested in me? He asks me about my life, my goals and dreams. I have never sat so close to someone with so much…I don’t know…charisma. When he asks a question about me it doesn’t come off as conversational or casual. When he asks, the blue-steel eyes of his seem to pierce right through the normal defenses we put up talking to strangers. The connection is instant and unmistakable. Weird.

I ask him about his home, his life, and what he is doing. I figured he was a personal trainer or beach bum. “Consultant”, he replies. Oh, one of those. “Telling people what they already know and charging them for doing it,” I blurt out loud. He laughs with a burst of happiness, “Exactly! Those non-profits waste so much money and every time I save them a few million here or there, sure I get paid a great fee, but I am also reminded of all the REAL good I am doing! When the Cystic Fibrosis charity reduced their overhead by over $2 million last year, that money went straight into more research. I feel as though I donated $2 million.”

I instantly adored this guy.

When the conversation drew to a close, we seemed to know everything about each other, including little bits of our past. What tantalized me the most was his energy and enthusiasm for the future. He was hypnotic. He was bright. He was…oh…incredibly sexy.

The conversation ended casually and naturally and I thought that I drifted off to sleep. The transition to dreamland was fuzzy because I was STILL in my seat sleeping! Normally when I dream I am in high school and freaking out because I didn’t study for a test. This dream was so real! Maybe it wasn’t a dream at all? Perhaps the 2 cocktails, red-eye flight and connection with this guy put me in a new zone. I have no idea. My head slowly falls onto his shoulder, he doesn’t lift it or shrug it off, but gently turns my head to face his and give me the softest, sweetest kiss in the world.

I don’t resist.

We start making out! Is it a dream or is it real? His hand slides across my thigh and I feel the wetness start to flow inside my body. The kissing becomes more passionate and the breathing a little heavier. We readjust the blanket so my legs slowly slide apart. His hand doesn’t go up my thigh, but he keeps teasing me with his caress. I SO want him to finger me, but he won’t do it.

His kissing stops and he looks into my eyes…No…He looks into my lustful heart, locks onto my eyes, stares, saying nothing, just stares and cracks that dreamy smile. We both want more and don’t know if we should risk a trip to the washroom in back of the plane. My nervousness is mostly subsided because I still don’t know if this is a dream or reality.

We kiss some more and wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me close to his body. The heat and tingle of my inside is screaming for him to touch me. His hand gently glides up my leg and he deftly moves around my panties and stimulates my clit. OMG. This is SO WRONG! Why does it feel SO good? I haven’t had and orgasm in over 3 years! I am about to climax and he stops…I grab his hand and whisper in his ear, “Start what you finished, buster.” He does some double finger stimulation and somehow manages to roll one finger around my clit while pressing on my G spot with another. I shudder, moan softly and have the longest, deepest orgasm of my life. I fear the noises I am making will wake the other passengers or alert the flight attendant. I can’t control myself. The fantasy is real! I am totally into this guy and the feelings he has awakened inside of my heart and my body.

OMG…it rolls into a second orgasm and I want to grab his cock and have him slam it inside of my body. The craving is uncontrollable. As I roll down from the 2nd orgasm, I reach for his package and he holds my hand, kisses my ear and whispers, “This is only for you.” I think to myself, “Well, THAT is for me, too!” and move my hand to his pants. He resists and holds onto my hand, preventing me from unzipping his pants. I read his body language, stop my advance to his love stick and enjoy the afterglow of my double orgasm. His firm strong arm still gently lying across my body, light as a feather, but strong enough to hurl an anvil.

What have I done? Why don’t I feel guilty? Is this a dream or did it really happen? I don’t have feelings of confusion, just curiosity and warmth. The warmth of a chance encounter with a guy who has the body of a Chippendale dancer and a George Clooney smile and charm….Wow.

A few minutes later, I enter that realm of sleep/awake where you don’t know what is real or what isn’t. Did I have a wet dream? Did we actually do it? Did I join the mile high club? My blanket is still on me, I am definitely wet. I turn my head to look at this man and he is asleep…fast asleep. Oh…must have been a dream.

After I relax, adjust myself and start to pick up a magazine, I steal another glance at him and see that half-crooked smile appear across his lips…hmmm.

Chris Steponin

http://www.makeyourwifehot.com


Seduction Stories

Doug

I am no William Hurt, but my wife is definitely as hot as than Kathleen Turner and yesterday, I unknowingly recreated a famous scene from “Body Heat” in my own house! I don’t know how else to convince you, other than to say it again. You are an idiot if you don’t incorporate TIMING into your seduction. It isn’t as simple as coming on too strong or too weak (or both). It is a combination of mood, timing, and patience. The art of seduction, foreplay and teasing is timeless.  Watch the 30 second clip and let me explain a seduction story that happened yesterday…

As guys, we all know about “morning time”… our hormone levels are increased, there is noticeable bulge in the sheets and an incessant urge to pee. Managing our lust and our desire to relieve ourselves is a never-ending battle of “do I pee or should I try to slip Mr. Happy into his favorite spot?”  Yesterday, I opted for plan B and I rate the sex at about a B or B-. Now, I don’t blame her for not being 100%, I was still a little groggy and hadn’t worked out yet, so my own flexibility wasn’t up to par. (Then again, there is not much wrong with mediocre sex…still beats a good day at work!)

As it was a Sunday, we slept in after we were done with sex, got some chores got done, church was attended, and homework was started. The little woman, however, broke routine and had an afternoon shower. The feeling of being clean always tends to make her feel sexy. I was downstairs when I received my first dirty text, “I wish you were in the shower with me,” it read. “Hire 2 Asian courtesans to give you a sponge bath,” was my reply… and our light dirty text exchange that afternoon (yes…even in the same house, we still text really filthy stuff to each other) raised her hormone level and I found myself giving her foreplay without even being in the room. After her shower she came downstairs into my office, closed my door and locked it. (Hmm, I wonder what she wanted?) She sauntered over to my desk and in the most subtle, sweet and innocent manner, she whispered into my ear, “I wanna fuck you.”

Now, Sundays have always been kind of special at the Steponin’s. It is a day of rest, recuperation from the week and everyone has a chance to sleep in. By 2 PM, I was busy writing another article and wasn’t in the mood. As a guy, this normally doesn’t matter, because like you, I can get in the mood about as quickly as congress can pass a spending bill. I was in the writing zone, however, and truthfully, I was on a roll and wanted to finish my article. I didn’t want to break my concentration, so I did what most men wouldn’t do.

I refused her advances.

The difference was, I didn’t refuse and simply send her on her way. I knew she needed a few more orgasms. She is very hot so I elected to help out the best way I know how when I am not around. I simply told her, “Go upstairs, get out your favorite toy and break out the video camera. I want to watch you later.” She giggled and said, “Use my toy? Ok, but your son has the camera and I don’t want to mix up the tapes right now.”

Good idea.

Interestingly, after about 15 minutes, I was done with my article and decided to surprise my wife. I quietly slipped upstairs and tried to open the bedroom door. It was locked of course, so I did something dramatic, blazingly sexy and created a ultra passionate act that cost me around $34.

In one forceful push, I burst into my own bedroom, broke the trim on the door and rushed her. It wasn’t luck that she was about 3 minutes away from an orgasm. I can read her energy even from downstairs. She was hot, horny and didn’t care if I was around or not. She wanted it and my sincere refusal made her want sex even more. Her decision to take care of herself was sealed the second I refused to have sex with her.

My plan to surprise her was spontaneous, violent and passionate.

When I burst into the room, (resembling the scene in Body Heat with Kathleen Turner & William Hurt) breaking the trim and grabbed her legs, she was totally prepared to be banged to the brink of suffering, I knew that the foreplay was complete. She was TOTALLY shocked and instantly came when I entered her.  After the initial shock of breaking our own bedroom door, forcing myself upon her, and her orgasm had subsided, it was time to change pace. We opted for a few Kama Sutra positions that allowed for deep penetration. One of my favorites is having her lie on the back of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge. I grab her ass, lift it up about 15 degrees above the bed with her legs over my shoulders. This allows for an extra inch of penetration (feels like 2). Hitting her cervix with rapid pumps, her mind reeled and her eyes rolled back as she started up the ladder of her second orgasm.

I love Sundays…

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Cougar Seduction of a Bartender

Doug

Years ago, I had a fetish for older women. The term “cougar” had not yet been invented and publicly dating a woman 15-20 years older wasn’t very socially acceptable. (Thank Demi Moore for changing that!) The following true story helped to shape my foundation not just for being more sexually creative, but learning and applying the lost art of true seduction, romance and passion in relationships.

Many years ago I was a bartender near Northern Chicago. Being 26, fit, funny and full of life was, at the time, the pinnacle of my energy, vitality and perhaps-charm. I was nice to everyone and always flirted with the ladies. It didn’t matter to me whether they were young, old, plain or pretty. I knew that the more I focused on them, the better my tips were. Besides, some of them were pretty hot.

Mixing alcohol, mid-20’s testosterone and women in their 40’s who haven’t had any affection, love or passion in years can be a very ‘dangerous’ combination. It wasn’t until later that I realized I had a fetish for women who were 15-20 years older than me. I am not sure if it was watching “The Graduate” too many times or just a boyhood fantasy about a particular teacher, but the fantasy was about to become reality.

I was working the bar one night and a couple of ladies walked in and sat down. I don’t remember if they had come in there before, but after an hour or so, the big-chested one was locking on my gaze and we had connected on some kind of spiritual or chemical level. You know what I mean. We were attracted to the words, phrases and energy that we both gave off. Her friend was trying to keep her in check, but as they were about to leave, she slipped me a piece of paper and they both stumbled out of the bar; her friend and her giggling as they left.

This wasn’t the first time a woman had given me her number, but it was the first time I had gotten one WITHOUT asking and from a totally hot “cougar” who was a fellow free spirit like me.

I called her.

Our first date was typical dinner and conversation and when we went back to her place, our make out session was steamy, passionate and I wanted more. She was raised in the 50’s and I was raised in the 70’s and that combination created a “not on the first night” response from her. I instantly agreed for a few reasons.

  1. I never force or try to influence a woman about sex (especially on a first date)
  2. It wasn’t going to be a one night stand. That meant more than one future encounter.

As a young man of 26 I wasn’t a virgin in the clinical sense. I had sex one time in high school (just to say I wasn’t a virgin) and had over a dozen girlfriends in college and had relations with most, but not all of them. I was still young, a bit inexperienced, but very open minded. I had never had a woman put on a French Maid’s outfit, explain tantric sex to me, or have permanently installed mirrors over a bed before. This stuff was completely unknown to me…until I started seeing Janice.

My affair with Janice (not her real name) lasted for 6 glorious months. She was the first women I truly loved and she showed me things and moves that I had never heard of before or since. Her passion and insatiable appetite for romance and raw sex was incredible. We were both very much free spirits and took our lives one day at a time. We didn’t really “date” in the traditional sense. Her friends and my friends didn’t have anything in common which eliminated the possibility of double dates. She knew I loved children and wanted my own some day. We both knew this wasn’t going to be forever, but we both also knew we were made for each other…for a time.

The age difference didn’t bother free spirits like us. While we couldn’t do much of the group couple thing, we did go out nearly every week. When we went to the show, dinner, or to a club, however, we never caught a glimpse of anyone staring at us. We were too busy being into each other.

Coincidentally, when I did meet her friends, I was always introduced as “just a friend” and this never bothered me, except the day that one of her friends suggested setting me up with her daughter! (A REAL “Mrs. Robinson” adventure!) Her daughter of 19 was gorgeous, but that innocent sweetness also came with inexperience, baggage and a immaturity that was never appealing to me.

Janice was the first woman I slept with who was a ‘squirter’. At first, I was shocked by this jettison of fluid from her vagina during an orgasm. After she explained it to me, I looked forward to making her cum and relished in her delight and euphoria.

Those mirrors on the ceiling were out of this world…yum.

She was also the first woman I was with who had a DD breast job. These are as popular as Starbucks today, but back in 1986 in the conservative Midwest, they weren’t as popular.

Janice taught me about seduction, REAL foreplay and the delicate dance of sex. She was a dance instructor with beautifully long legs. She was extremely limber and could move like there was no tomorrow. Translating the “dancing” of sexual foreplay and intercourse is a lost art. Janice showed me who was “leading” and what it meant to anticipate a partner’s move without missing a beat. If there is reincarnation, she was the top courtesan of a king.

She was perfect.

Her perfection was not limited by her stunning good looks. At 5’ 6” tall, 115 lbs. and a DD breast job, her figure was a perfect fit for me. Her athletic, toned body trained from 30+ years of dancing resembled or exceeded any of the 20-somethings I had been with.

Her perfection was more than that. Her spirit, energy, and 100% openness towards sex was what transformed my “average” sexual experience and appetite into a seduction master and lover of all things beautiful.

I will never forget her, of course. But it is more than that; I honor her every day as I make my wife my sex-crazed, hot wife and private concubine.

Thanks, Janice.

Doug Steponin
www.makeyourwifehot.com


Sex, Lies & Videotape

Doug

My wife is NOT an exhibitionist. This is a wee bit of an obstacle because having her get a little crazy and dirty dancing in public is a bit of a turn on for me. If you are a fan of my blog and/or book, you know that her transformation from frumpy housewife to smokin’ hot MILF was HUGE!

Sex, lies and videotape was a movie starring a young James Spader and I thought it was a decent film. What my  wife and I do has NOTHING to do with that film, but the essence of role playing, videotaping your wife and getting creative is what this article is about.

We are able to turn on the passion at the drop of a hat and have the intimacy and passionate sex that is normally reserved for the movies. This kind of passion is normally reserved for newlyweds, NOT for a couple celebrating their 21st wedding anniversary.

Getting her to dirty dance at night clubs happens every so often. But if we aren’t in the mood to go out or if we are traveling and there are no “anonymous” places we can go (Not being known helps her to get out of her shell) then we sometimes get a little crazy with the camera.

Now, let’s be clear, we don’t do amateur porn or anything. But, once we start to role play a little bit, our imaginations run wild and after a half hour of having her talk in a eastern European accent and slowly fidgeting with her blouse, I get a little hot and bothered. Setting up the video camera and getting her to really heat things up can be SO seductive!

The first time we did this, honestly, I knew she wouldn’t go for the camera thing. I decided it was better to ask for forgiveness than permission, so I hid it behind some books on the table and let it run. I asked her if “Natasha” was available (This is one of our fantasy Eastern European Courtesan characters she likes to bring to our bedroom) and she said, “Da.”

Once Natasha explained how horny she was, I purposely kept the air conditioning off so she could perspire a little bit. The more Natasha breathlessly whispered how hot she was and how turned on she was, I politely asked her to unbutton her blouse and I would get her an ice tea. Actually I brought her a Long Island ice tea and as she became tipsy, her accent slipped a bit, but her sexual arousal did not.

The entire evening lasted about an hour and the videotape lasted only 45 minutes. This wasn’t a bad thing, because the shot was wide angle and I couldn’t see the soft, moist skin of my wife very well, anyway.

After I confessed that I had taped our interview and seduction, my wife laughed and said, “Natasha doesn’t care, only I do.” So, whenever I want to videotape my wife dancing, stripping, or simply record that sexy accent during a seduction scene, I only have to ask for one of our imaginary friends to accomodate us. This not only turns me on to NO END, but it allows for some serious fantasy-time with other women. And yes, I reciprocate with my wife. I have only 2 or 3 accents that I do decent enough to let her fantasies run wild, but that is MORE than enough to keep our marriage fresh, our love alive and our sexual excitement at its peak.

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My Wife’s Erotic Massage

Doug

My wife is originally from Caracas, Venezuela. She came to the US from Venezuela several years ago. We go on vacation there every few years, partly to visit her family, and partly because it is a nice change of pace from our busy lives. We stay at a secluded seaside villa with a great view and close to nothing. This was in the middle of summer and it was too hot to go out during the day, so we spend a fair amount of time on the villa balcony watching the ocean and listening to the surf and the laughter of children on the beach. In the evening, when the sun cooled down a bit, we would venture out to the sea, as my wife loves to play in the water. She wore a white, sexy bikini swimsuit that showed off her curves nicely. She was getting appreciative looks from the men at the sea, both locals and tourists. It has always made me proud to have other guys check her out.

During the week I searched the internet and I found a massage therapist for my wife from a web site and booked an appointment for an “in-room massage by experienced therapist”. Like most people, my wife loves massages. She’s had dozens of professional massages in the US and had enjoyed them immensely. Professional massages are not particularly sexual, but it was still very exciting to imagine someone touching her intimately.

The next afternoon came and promptly at the appointed time, our therapist showed up. She turned out to be an exotic looking 20-something woman, with a walk that made her look like she just floated into the room.  She was a Venezuelan College grad. She was quite dark-skinned, with an intoxicating smile. As we found out later, her name was Luciana, and she spoke absolutely no English. Luckily my wife grew up here and was, of course, fluent. I wasn’t sure where she was going to do the massage, because she didn’t bring a massage table. She just brought a box that contained some oils. Luciana then came into the bedroom and proceeded to change the sheets on the bed.

She left a plain white sheet on top and asked my wife to change and get under the sheet. Luciana and I  stood on the balcony to allow my wife to change.  I told Luciana, mostly using hand gestures, that I want to join in while she massages my wife. She understood me and proceeded to show me the massage oil that she had brought. It was coconut oil laced with some local herbs, with a strong but pleasant smell.

My wife was lying on her stomach with the sheet over her, and I noticed right away that under the thin sheet she was wearing her bra and panties. Being with a new massage therapist, she may have been reluctant to remove all her clothes. I then told her that I will be working on her with Luciana, and she was pleasantly surprised. Luciana then proceeded to lower the sheet to the middle of her back, exposing her neck and shoulders.

After doing her neck, Luciana lowered the sheet to just above my wife’s waist, exposing the smooth skin of her back. I casually reached over, unhooked her bra and let it fall to her sides. The sides of her large breasts were now partly visible to us. My wife is a small girl — very petite, with relatively large breasts, and quite a curvy figure, with a small waist and tight hips. She wasn’t always this hot. Like many women, she got frumpy for a while after 3 kids. Her transformation BACK to the hot MILF that she truly is took some work and was a great journey. You can read about it online at this blog and in my ebook.

I stopped doing anything at this point and simply watched her working on my wife’s lower back. As she lowered the sheets below her waist, the top of her pink panties came into view. It was clear that the panties were going to get in the way, so I asked Luciana to stop and gently raised my wife’s hips and lowered the panties to her knees, while still keeping her covered with the sheet. I then lowered the sheets till nearly her entire bottom was exposed. She was more hesitant this time, but by now she was so much into the massage that she didn’t resist. I then motioned to Luciana to continue, and she complied with a smile. I am blessed that my wife has a gorgeous, shapely ass, perfectly proportioned for her small frame, very soft, round and inviting. She held her legs closely together so we couldn’t see anything between her legs, but I was starting to get hard just thinking about my wife’s ass on display to a virtual stranger. Luciana continued to work on her lower back and seemed too shy to go lower, so I got some more oil and started working on one of her ass cheeks and motioned to Luciana to work on the other, and she complied. My wife started slowly squirming in pleasure. It was incredibly sexy to watch her firmly knead her buttocks that were dripping with oil. She kept at it for several minutes while she started to really respond to her hands, arching her back and raising her hips a little, and started rubbing her thighs together. The sheet got lowered even further to mid-thigh and we started getting glimpses of her beautifully waxed pussy.

I slipped off her panties that were still around her knees, and raised the sheet, till just below her buttocks. The strong smell of the massage oil filled the room and there was a delicious sexual tension in the air. Luciana bent her legs at the knees, spending ample time on the soles of her feet and kneading her toes one at a time, which I know she loves. She then went up higher and higher, all the way up her legs, till she was inches away from her pussy.

She rolled over onto her back, I removed the bra that was undone earlier and lifted her hands to take it away from her. My wife seemed like she was half-asleep and she kept her eyes shut, though I caught her stealing glances at us occasionally. I started massaging one of her breasts, and motioned to Luciana to do the same. She readily followed my example with a shy grin, and soon was kneading her breasts with both her hands. I gently tweaked one of her nipples between my thumb and index finger, as if to show Luciana what to do. She avoided playing directly with her nipples, but she was cupping each of her breasts firmly in her hands as she was massaging them. My wife again started squirming and rubbing her thighs together, and I was sure that she was starting to get all wet by now. Luciana seemed to become aroused as well…oh boy! (Was this the threesome I dreamed about?)

Feeling adventurous, I reached over and raised the sheet all the way to her waist, completely exposing her thighs. She kept her legs pressed closed together so we couldn’t really see much of her pussy. I was going to have none of that, so I gently spread her legs apart till her pussy lips, which were visibly moist, clearly came into view. I got some oil and started working on her inner thighs, which I know is very stimulating for her. I could feel her tremble at my touch and I motioned to Luciana to join me. Soon we had her legs spread enough so that both of us could work on her inner thighs. I then let Luciana take over, and she worked on the sides and insides of her thighs, but careful to avoid touching her pussy. My wife seemed to lose much of her modesty at this point, and started arching her back and raising her hips to meet her hands, though she still kept her eyes closed. It was clear to me that she wanted to get off. I let Luciana continue to tease her for several minutes, and then I started rubbing her clit and pussy lips with my fingers. I slowly inserted a finger into her pussy and found her to be very wet as I had expected. I rubbed her clit with my wet finger as Luciana continued to work on her thighs.

Luciana hesitated a little when I motioned her to take over my place, but then started massaging her clit with the well-oiled middle finger. It was clear that she seemed to be pretty good at it. Soon my wife bent her knees and lifted her ass almost entirely off the bed, responding to the finger on her clit. Luciana kept at this for several minutes while I went over to her head, and gently started massaging her shoulders and breasts. I could feel my wife’s body stiffen as she was responding to Luciana’s caresses. This was almost too much for me, to watch my wife being fondled in the most intimate way by a sexy young woman and me. My wife’s breath quickened and she bit her lower lips and then gradually appeared to relax. Though she did not make a sound, it was clear to me that she had gotten off. Luciana knew it also, and she stopped and pulled the covers over her, letting her rest for a while. I then bent down and kissed her gently on the mouth, taking her lips into my mouth, while Luciana looked on.

It was already more than half-an-hour past the end of our appointed time and Luciana was in a hurry to leave. She got out a sheet to get my signature for his payment, and my wife signed the sheet. Luciana thanked us, left and we never saw her again, but we have the memories of an erotic massage to last us a lifetime.

For more erotic stories and how YOU can create the hot wife of your dreams, read my book at www.makeyourwifehot.com.


Spice it up: Sex in Unusual Places

Doug

After 20+ years of marriage, you would be foolish to think that things wouldn’t get stale. In order to keep your love, lust and laughter alive, you have to proactively seek out new and exciting things to do with and TO each other! Having sex in different and/or unusual places is just one thing that can do the trick. Here are a few places my wife and I have done the deed. Feel free to add to this list! (Comments welcome) If you want to make them private, visit my website and email them to me. Here we go:

  • Walk-in closet on the floor or standing up
  • Kitchen Counter top (against it AND on it)
  • Front seat of car (in driveway or on the highway going 70)
  • Kids room (weird, keep the lights off)
  • In the dark room, processing pictures (before digital cameras, I know)
  • On the beach (watch out for that sand…why do you think they call it sandpaper!)
  • In the ocean (Bouncing is easier with the buoyancy of the water!)
  • In the hot tub (heat will tire you out quicker)
  • On the windowsill (6 inches of ledge was all I needed for that tight little ass)
  • In the pool (Great compromise between hot tub and ocean)
  • On the couch downstairs with the kids upstairs
  • In the bathroom (Mirrors can come in handy)
  • On an airplane (Officially it was a blow job, red eye under a blanket)
  • On the deck in the back yard (after a great barbecue with neighbors)
  • In the bathroom at a friend’s party (No really…we didn’t want to get caught)
  • On my desk in the office (I am the boss, so no fear of disgrace
  • In my chair at the office (Before I was the boss, so the fear of discovery was exciting!)
  • In the stall of a bathroom (A very clean one!)
  • In the dressing room at Nordstrom’s (Quickie!)
  • On a motor boat while underway (Make sure you trust the captain)

I will save the details of these locations, logistics, and crazy stories for more blog entries. For the slightly shy, there are steps you can take to prevent embarrassment. For the outgoing, there are steps you can take to embrace the danger and laugh at the situations you create at a later time. All in all, it is ALWAYS fun and exciting to try new things! For more ideas, advice and tips, visit my website at www.makeyourwifehot.com.


I Left My Girlfriend for my WIFE!

Doug

She used to be a depressed, overweight, unaffectionate “mom”…in less than 6 months, I was dating a certified MILF! This didn’t happen overnight and it didn’t come without a bunch of stress, tears, anger, and serious talks about divorce. But we did turn it around. Nowadays, I am actually MORE turned on by her than when she was 26. Why? Because 48 year old, thin, sexy women are MORE confident and know how to please a man and how to please themselves…without hesitation!

But, how do you turn around a relationship and/or marriage that is boring, stale and has almost no hope for survival? Do you even WANT to turn yours around? If you have any desire at all, you need to focus, pay close attention and find out how to make your wife hot!

Perhaps you are like me and your life is come to a cross roads. Not all at once. Not in an instant, but slowly and methodically, you notice that she isn’t the nympho she used to be, you are working too much, and the kids seem to take priority over everything. You may be looking elsewhere or you may have already sought satisfaction in other ways or with other women. If you have, you may have opened up Pandora’s box (or was her name Stacey?).

You see, if you have cheated and your lover is younger, prettier and more exciting than your wife (duh!) then you have twice as much work to do! Don’t worry, the “work” will be more fun than you can imagine.

1. You must first DECIDE that you want to save your marriage. That decision comes based on your commitment, values and what you have invested in the relationship. Their are probably children and assets to be concerned with. Weigh that against you sordid moments of pleasure…hmmm…

2. Once you have made that decision, you have to communicate with your wife…a lot. You probably have to tell her about the affair. Your guilt will most likely impede all other communication, so let it out, let the sparks fly and once the dust settles, you can both look forward to a new day! (unless she isn’t the forgiving type, then its off to Buenos Aires with Stacey!) Your communication must be centered on your needs, values, and what you want out of life along with what you want in a partner. If your wife is frumpy or overweight, be sure to look in the mirror BEFORE you approach that subject. She will most likely follow in your footsteps if you are getting into shape.

3. Finally, start telling her NOW that she is a goddess. People will live up to what is expected of them. When you call her your princess (or your private whore, depending on how far you’ll be going with this) she will want to be the hottest MILF out there. Her desire to be beautiful has always been there. You have to encourage it to come out of her.

4. Date your wife. Nothing could be simpler and so overlooked. Remember when you DID date her BEFORE you were married? Did you leave your underwear on the floor then? Did you send her flowers, or call her at work “just because”. Most men forget these simple habits and take their princess’ for granted. Don’t do it! Put her on a pedestal and tell her friends how hot she is.

For more ideas, tips, and commentary on making your wife hot, visit www.makeyourwifehot.com and get ready for more sex, fun, laughter and seduction than you can handle…from YOUR HOT WIFE!!!


Sexy Weather Thunderstorms Inside & Outside!

Doug

Guys, there are scientific AND romantic reasons you can have BETTER sex whenever you want! A thunderstorm just blew through our area and my wife and I opened up the patio doors, let the air in (and a little rain) and simply banged our brains out!

I am over 40 (so is she) and we are having more sex than most newlywed 20-something year olds. We didn’t always have this passion, but after we almost divorced, we took a few simple, well thought out, and specific steps to increase our sex, passion, and lust for each other. For details, click here.

The thunderstorm did a few things:

1. The ionization of the atmosphere makes the air fresh, clean, and crisp. Not that the smell of sex is bad, its just that we all know how clear the air is after a thunderstorm. It revitalizes your senses and heightens your pleasure!

2. The lightning, thunder and rain showers all add additional atmosphere to our session. We even adjusted our rythmn to the thunderclaps! (sort of like movin’ to the sound of music only different) When we saw the lightning, we added and extra push and tried to time it to the 3-5 second delay of the thunder…pretty funny, really.

3. Romance…ah after the storms passed and we were left with the gentle rain shower, our lovemaking became more gentle and soft. I slowed down considerably and we focused on each and every nerve ending in our body. By focusing on each other our rythmn became totally in sync and we climaxed easily together.

The bottom line is, while most people are running around rolling up their windows and checking the gutters, we took advantage of the malestrom and used the power of the weather to support and encourge the power of our sexual appetite. Go for it! For more tips, ideas, commentary visit www.makeyourwifehot.com today!