All Hers

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Airport…

Linda and I returned yesterday from a 10 day tropical island vacation, a time of relaxation and the opportunity to reconnect. Our busy lives have kept us apart way too much lately and we found ourselves going in different directions too many times. So the vacation was much needed on many fronts. That being said, it was a pretty normal vacation in most every way, except for one little incident that happened on the plane.

Linda was reaching for something and accidently tipped over my very full glass of orange juice (I swear it was just orange juice!). The juice went right down the tray-table and onto my lap, soaking the seat cushion in the process. My crotch and butt were totally saturated in the process. And for some reason on this flight I decided to wear tan Dockers so the damage was very noticeable.

I saw this all happen so I know it really was an accident and Linda felt very bad about it and my condition. She apologized many times as she knew the embarrassment I was going to face getting off the plane in my present condition.

“When we get off the plane go into the restroom and use one of the blow dryers to dry your pants,” she suggested. I told her that it would not do much good without removing the pants so that the hot air could circulate through the material.

“Well then, remove your pants and use the dryer silly,” she giggled.

“Uhm, do you remember what panties I’m wearing today,” I said, reminding her of the very feminine lacy pair I had put on that morning.

“Oh, right,” she said as her face broke out in a grin. Her expression slowly turned mischievous as she then said “in that case I strongly suggest you do as you’re told. Give me everything in your pants now. When we get into the terminal go into the stall, remove your pants, and use the dryer until they are dry.”

The look on her face told me she was very serious. During the entire vacation we had done nothing to enforce our normal ‘wlm’ living condition so this was really coming from out of left field but I knew I had to do as she was telling me no matter how embarrassing it was going to be for me.

As we were leaving our seats she said loud enough so those around us could hear “oh, honey, it looks like you wet your pants. When we get in the terminal go into the restroom and dry those.”panty show1

Even the flight attendance gave me a quizzical look as I walked by. There was a restroom right by our gate so I gave her one last look hoping she would relent. Seeing her stern expression I knew I had to follow through.

I ducked into the last stall and removed my pants. Looking at the sexy white panty I had selected that morning I knew I was in for some major embarrassment. My shirt did not come close to covering my predicament, coming only to mid-panty high on my hip. I knew my lace covered ass would be on prominent display.

I swear every urinal and stall was in use with a line waiting as I stepped out of the stall and up to the blow dryer. Of course it was right in front of the mirror wall so everyone had a good look at me from both sides. I knew Linda would check so I had to make sure that the pants were dry before putting them back on. I must have stood there for 10 minutes continuing restarting the dryer until I was confident Linda would approve. One guy stood at the mirror silently starring at me for almost the full time. Another washed his hands, looked my way and offered “cute” before walking out.

The pants were fairly dry but the orange juice had left a telltale stain in the pants. Linda giggled as I emerged red-faced and flustered.

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She snickered.

“I bet 30 guys saw me standing there like that,” I replied.

“I know. Several told their traveling companions about it as they came out. I heard a lot of ‘guess what I saw in there’ comments.” Linda took my arm as we walked to baggage claim. I noticed several glances and elbow nudges as we waited for your luggage.

As I’ve said many times, life is never dull with Linda around.

Monday, December 30, 2013

Scene from “The Photo Shoot”

One of my favorite authors is Sara Desmarais. I love her stories but especially am in love with “The Photo Shoot”. I came across this photo that I feel goes perfectly with my favorite scene from the story. Following is an excerpt of that scene…

just the tip

“… The girls were posing Steve at Deb's direction, close to me, closer to my body. Deb was moving from the side to rear camera, taking shots from different angles. She had Steve close to me, then closer, until his cock was barely, just barely, touching the bare skin of my upper thigh, between my garter belt and the panties still down around my stocking tops.

  When this was captured on film (well, digitally), Deb asked if she could pose Steve so the tip of his cock was just touching my ass. "It would make a super sexy shot, Amy, the groom about to deflower the bride."

  "I don't know," Amy said to my extreme relief!

  "Trust me, Amy, you'll love the way it looks," Deb pleaded her case.

  I turned to look at Amy, my eyes begging her. "I'm just a little concerned," Amy said, "he looks so feminine, I don't want to ruin the illusion."

   Ruin the illusion? What about a man's cock touching me???

  "I agree, Amy, don't worry, the way he's dressed, the angle of the shots, it will look no different that if I was using Angela or Holly as a model."

   "Well, let me see a couple," Amy said, giving her permission despite my looks, my terror.   The problem was I did not have to say anything. I could have moved, I could have stood up, I could have just refused.

  But I did nothing, nothing at all. I just waited, on my hands and knees, ass up, inviting, while Angela spread my thighs apart and Holly directed Steve's cock until the tip was just touching my puckering, begging ass.

  "So," I heard Deb ask as I weakly tried to keep myself propped up, weak from the burning, humiliating desire.

  "Fuck," Amy said, her mouth dry as Deb took a series of shots with Steve's cock pressed against me… ”

Desmarais, Sara (2010-12-05). The Photo Shoot (Kindle Locations 911-916}

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Goodbye 2013, Happy New Year

My new year resolution is to be a better poster on here then I was in 2013. Of course that’s not going to take much, is it.I feel  I need to update things as there have been a lot of changes in our lives. So here’s my promise to do a better job of posting more often along with sharing photos that I have found on the web and have enjoyed.

Cuckold Comic (12)

maid bjI have found I am getting much better at oral. I have also found that I like this position a lot.

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I think this necklace is something I should have and wear proudly.

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flat and diaperedHappy New Year baby.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Sissy Time

I don’t know about you, but every now and then I need a little ‘sissy time’ where I can put on clothes that I don’t normally wear. Linda loves those times and encourages me to do so whenever I wish.

Here are a few photos that thrill me…

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purple sissy dressvana-in-pink

sissy baby2sissy babysissy baby3ultra sissy

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sissy dress cartoon1red dress

I love the short sissy dresses and have several of them… all in pink of course.

Bev

Friday, October 4, 2013

Masturbation Game

Here is a game my wife and I came up with to add a little fun to masturbation. It can be used with either self-masturbation or one person masturbating the other person. Linda likes me to stand and "perform" in front of her and this game has added an interesting twist to it.
Feel free to tweak it as you like...

Masturbation game:hj2
Using a regular deck of cards with jokers included (optional), someone (can be either person) selects one card. This card will establish the length of time the masturbator is allowed to perform. The ‘goal’ is to reach climax within the allowed timeframe.

Time allowed:
Ace: 1 minute
Two thru ten: 2 minutes, 3 minutes, 4 minutes, etc. to 10 minutes
Jack: 11 minutes
Queen: 12 minutes
King: 13 minutes
Joker: as much time as needed
Option: Game ends when climax is reached unless if a red suited card is drawn, then the masturbator must stop at the end of the allowed time. If a black suited card is drawn then the self-masturbator may continue alone until climax is reached but the other person(s) will leave at the end of the allowed time.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Viva Las Vegas!

I know, I know… it’s about time I am getting back to blogging. And it’s not like there hasn’t been much to write about. I find it harder now to sit down at the computer and put thoughts down is all.

So here’s the latest… Todd and I have had a trip booked to Las Vegas for almost a year. We went last year for a week and had a wonderful time. We’ve been dating continually and often for over a year, almost two actually. Linda is fine with that because she has her work and her own dates.

dating

Lately, Linda has been seeing Darryl again. He kind of dropped out of sight for a long time, mostly because of his work and travel not aliening with Linda’s availability. But over the past three months they have been able to rekindle their friendship and are seeing each other exclusively it seems.

ready for the kiss

Of course Linda has known about Todd and my plans for Las Vegas and has encouraged us to go and enjoy ourselves. Imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago Linda announced that she and Darryl were going to go to Las Vegas with us! I guess she had discussed it with Todd and he was fine with it, as long as she and Darryl allowed us our own private time during the week. She assured Todd that we would hardly see the two of them during our vacation.

2 couples

So the four of us are heading out later today for Las Vegas. I am sure I will have lots to tell when we get back. So wish me luck.. in gambling and love!

hug

Beverly

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

I Give Great Hand

I believe we all must do our part in giving our fellow man a helping hand. So here are some photos for inspiration. What experiences do you have to share?

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car hj3

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helping hand

helping hands

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Doesn’t that look like fun? I know I enjoying doing it whenever I can.