Good Times

Holy hell, this has been a weekend I will never forget. It wasn't perfect, because life always has its little hitches, but it was pretty damn close. I don't think I've had that much fun in a long time. Gosh I love Mark. Honestly, I can never understand why hotwives leave their husbands for the new guy. I mean, this is how you have your cake and eat it, too! Mark stayed home all weekend, did chores, and took care of kiddo so that I could hang out with my friends and go to parties. And then I get to come home and cuddle and kiss with the love of my life and my best friend. How does it get any better?

I'll go on a bit of a tangent when I say that my views on poly are hierarchical, but also that I'm aware that even if I fall in love, it's not "real" to the same extent as what I have with Mark. I don't have to live with my lover, so there will never be the arguments over who left the lights on or if the bills got paid or the minutiae of daily life. Who will be there for me when I'm sick? Mark. I have the whole package with him. I love him in a romantic sense, I love him as a best friend, and I love him as a life partner. I date men that I know full well aren't the whole package, but that isn't what I'm seeking anymore. I'm looking for someone I can have fun with and enjoy an emotional bond... but there isn't that sense of looking for more, or of it going somewhere, and I like that. I can enjoy what I have for what it is, and that's pretty fantastic. So why would I ever leave my husband just because I fall in love with someone else? It only makes me love him more for being there for me and accepting me.

But, back to my awesome weekend! My friend and I slept in super late yesterday, since we were starting to get pretty worn out from going to bed so late. Certainly, my body is not used to going to bed at 4am anymore! We just relaxed and chatted until it was time to start getting ready for the party in the evening. We were carpooling with some other friends since this party is in another city, so it was a fun drive. It nearly didn't happen though! Their babysitter was 40 minutes late so I was starting to worry we'd end up having to abort mission! Fortunately, we got on the road and drove like a maniac so we made up all that time!

Chris and I have been friends for a year, and we have a lot of similar interests in BDSM and D/s. We decided we aren't suited to dating, because living in different cities sucks and he is looking for a primary relationship while I am only open to a secondary one, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun. We had never played together before but we negotiated a scene for the party that I was very much looking forward to.

Both of us have an intense boot fetish. I was so glad that I had bought those new boots because they were perfect. When I got to the party, I got dressed in the changeroom but didn't put on my boots. I just walked around barefoot and mingled and socialized while I waited for Chris to arrive. No less than three people offered to help me with my boots in the meantime, but I was saving them!

When Chris arrived, the energy between us was already good. We went upstairs into one of the semiprivate rooms where there was a chair, and he knelt in front of me on the floor. He made sure to do a perfect job helping me into my boots- picking my foot up and gently sliding it into the base, then unlacing them entirely and starting from scratch to make sure they fit my calves like a second skin. So hot! By the time my boots were on, we were both starting to get turned on and this was only the precursor to our scene! When he started to lick and kiss my boots, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He started at the top and kissed down the sides and over the toes, and licked the bottoms of my boots and sucked on the stiletto heel. Every time we made eye contact it was electric. The material of the boots were thin enough so that I could feel the pressure of his hands holding my leg and his lips and tongue caressing my boots. Then when he started to kiss my leg just above where the tops of the boots ended, I could feel my pussy dripping.

When he came up for air, I kissed him. His mouth tasted a little of leather but it was so sexy. I brought out a pair of heavy duty nipple clamps and he loved them. I attached weights to both sides and watched him kiss his way back down my boots with a heavy chain trailing down his chest. It was an incredibly erotic experience. I didn't realize that we had watchers at one point because I was so involved in what we were doing, but they told me afterwards that while they don't have boot fetishes, after watching us play, they could understand it.

We were both so hot afterwards that we were craving each other's bodies. I didn't even really want much in the way of foreplay, which is unusual for me, but I was so worked up from the boot scene that I wanted his cock. Now. Chris has a lovely thick cock with a curve and it felt so good when he slid inside my dripping wet pussy. He's very talented with his fingers, too :) When he was getting ready to cum I told him to pull out and take off the condom and cum all over my boots. He licked off every drop.

It didn't feel nearly as long as that, but we found out later that we played for over two hours. The energy was so good between us. I can't wait to see him again. Oh, it was a GOOD weekend!