It’s not a surprise to frequent readers of my blog that I have a sexy Wonder Woman outfit that drives my husband wild. The outfit does little to turn me on. I like the way it makes my boobs look, and there is always (for me anyway), something about dressing in something ‘slutty’ that gives me a naughty feeling in my belly. But seeing his reaction to it, starting with his eyes, and then his body language as he approaches me, (along with the immediate erection that it gives him!) makes me wet.
And like most great sexual encounters, each of us is turned on by the arousal of the other.
I love that he can get hard just by seeing me. And knowing that seeing him hard makes me wet just adds to his lust. (Is Circle of Lust a thing? It should be. Someone write a song. Quick!)
My husband and I have a very active sex life. And it’s far from bland. We’ve literally done it in every room of our house. And in two of the closets. And the garage. We’ve done it outside. On the porch. In the yard. On the roof of the garage. In the bathroom at a popular chain restaurant. On our kitchen counter. Under the kitchen counter. I’ve spent more than one movie with his fingers inside me for most of the movie. I’ve gone down on him while he’s been driving.
Lately we’ve even branched out a bit. We reached out to the local swingers community online. We really have no desire to add others to our lovemaking, or to be watched. But we attended a part a few weeks ago where we watched another couple do it on the other end of a couch we were sharing with them. I made myself cum three times in the car on the way home that night. He claims it was the longest twenty minute drive of his life.
I’ve put on toy shows for him. He’s tied me to the bed and spent hours teasing me. The other night he handcuffed me bent over to the dining room table, and would keep fucking me, and then pulling his pants up to go out to the grill and check on dinner, and then come in and tease me, and then check on dinner again, and then come in and fuck me some more.
He texts me filth that would make a porn star blush. And I regularly tease him the same way.
However, like a lot of people with amazing sex lives, no one really knows it. (I guess the neighbors who have heard us on occasion can venture a good guess that I’m not frigid).
Until they get to know me, coworkers usually think of me as a quiet and shy person. (I’m not shy, I love meeting new people, but I’m not someone who has to hear herself talk a lot either.)
My husband is a polite, hardworking, average guy, who has a job where he helps people for a living. No one would suspect his secret spanking and tickling ability.
I work a retail job, where I regularly interact with the public. No one would suspect that most days I’m wearing underwear that my husband has picked for me. Or that I regularly write stories about people discovering fetishes.
We were joking the other night that we could create a reality show called Undercover Pervert. We’re usually the last people anyone would suspect of spending the night with handcuffs, blindfolds, dildos, and whipped cream.
Like most good superheroes we keep our real selves hidden. It makes the crimefighting fucking like animals even hotter.
And it’s kind of hot to know that we’re not alone. There are lots of average people around whose naked adventures would make most porn look tame.
We just need cool superhero names.
Maybe Dildo Girl?
Love, Isabella 