Friday, March 22, 2013

Good Boy

In my office, with the flowers I bought for my wife for tonight.  A co-worker (young female) walks by my office and says "ooh, why did you buy flowers."  "Because I love my wife."  Her response: "Good boy."

If she only knew!

Monday, March 18, 2013

Heels and a Conversation

She went to an event last weekend, which required her to get dressed up.  She was going with her partner, another woman.  I began texting her about what she was going to wear, she responded that she was wearing a dress, so I asked which one.  She sent a picture and mentioned she was going to wear the "heels."  I made a point to tell her how good she looked in the dress and that "you're gonna turn a lot of heads tonight. Can't wait to see you."

The heels she referred to are very much like the ones in the picture below.
Diane Von Furstenberg - Renee

She NEVER wears them because she does not like high heels over 4 inches high.  I texted her back saying "I love it when you're wearing those heels - and taller than me."   She sent back a kiss.

I wasn't lying when I said I couldn't wait to see her that night.  Whenever she is wearing high heels, she  always turns heads, always gets compliments and always looks so damn hot.

When I finally got there, she was looking great and having a blast.  Fun fun night.  But what made the night a tad more interesting was that we ended up talking that night about same sex encounters.  She stated that she just simply has zero desire for doing anything with another woman.  Just nothing there for her.  I asked whether there was maybe a certain "type" that got her going more than others and she said no.  Women just didn't do it for her.  She could only see herself ever kissing another woman, but she did not even "want" to do that.  It was just that it's something that she wouldn't rule out.  She claimed that anything else sexual was not interesting to her at all.

The more revealing things to come out of the discussion, though were I admitted that I would absolutely be interested in same sex.  She asked point blank whether I'd want to give a blow job and without hesitation I stated yes.  I was nervous about that because I wondered if she would have a negative reaction.  It did not seem to bother her in the least.  I will never cheat on her (with a woman or a man), so if it were to ever happen, she'd either have to be there or give the okay to do it.  I think that she would be much more disturbed if I did it when she wasn't there, but I did not ask her the question.

The other interesting comment was that a woman recently tried to kiss her!  See my earlier post titled "Sunday" about the woman named Lilly.  Unbeknownst to me, earlier that night, Lilly asked if my wife if she could kiss her and she did briefly!  According to my wife, she said it was just a quick peck on the lips, but it was her belief that Lilly wanted a lot more.  My wife did not and did not even want the initial kiss, but they are good friends.  That gives that night a little more context to me!

Friday, March 15, 2013

Wife Led Marriage Going Mainstream

There is a great article.

The title of the article is "As Sheryl Sandberg says, success is about the man behind the woman."

Without her saying it, the woman in the article recounts how supportive her husband is.  This isn't exclusively a WLM thing, it's actually just being a good husband.  The author may not realize it, or she does and keeps the article vanilla, but her truer colors and thoughts come out at the end when she writes "I hope my son ends up like him [her husband]. He is growing up at a time when there are more women in college than men, and a woman could very well take over the White House by the time he starts grade school. It is not just the year or decade of the woman but quite possibly the century of the woman, and I hope he can be a champion for all of them."

That sounds to me very much like a WLM concept and ideal.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013


Long day yesterday and boy did a lot of things culminate in one night.

As part of a background, on Friday I bought a bunch of new pedicure materials.  I ordered some great clear makeup cases with locks on them with the intent of putting all of the pedicure tools in one (toe spreaders, buffers, nail edge cutter, cuticle clipper, cuticle pusher, cuticle cleaner, double edge cleaners and scrapers, files, etc.) and all of the polishes in the other.  I also bought some new cuticle remover (Blue Cross) and some nifty little single polish holder that is rubber, so you never have to worry about the bottle tipping over.  I used her account to order the materials, so I had to tell her to not be worried when she received an email from the company I bought them from.  She was happy about the presents.  She was happier that my plan was to organize, and of course that the purchases were for her benefit.

She also began telling me how slammed she was with work and other things that day.  She also texted me telling me her and her work partner needed to go to a work event on Friday, but afterward they wanted for the four of us (me, my wife, the partner and her husband) to go to dinner.

After that exchange, she also began explaining how a sudden meeting needed to take place and there were going to be problems with pick ups of the kids because she had to go to that meeting.  I offered to leave work early to pick up one of the kids from school for her.  This relieved a bunch of pressure from her because she would have been worried the entire time she was doing what she needed to do.  While she was there, I asked if she wanted me to make reservations for dinner.  She enthusiastically stated yes and told me to contact her partner.  After my discussions with the partner, I made the reservations per her request.

I then picked up the one kid and she was able to take her time and then go to the other school for a different event with another kid.  While there, I texted her if she had anything planned for dinner.  Her response: "I wish I did."

Nothing was defrosted or available, so I began rummaging through the house to figure out what to make.  I found some tomatoes, mushrooms, and fresh basil, so I knew I could do something.  I kept looking and found risotto.  With those ingredients, wine, chicken stock, Parmesan cheese, and garlic, I made a wonderful risotto.

If you've ever made risotto you know that you need to be stirring it constantly while slowly adding the stock having it absorbed and repeating until it's ready.  You need to immediately serve it once it's ready.  So I began to text her asking when she was going to be home so I could time it right.  At first, she said she'd be home in 10 minutes so my plan was to keep gently cooking it until she arrived.  At 15 minutes later, I asked her eta again and she said she was heading home.  That should be at most a 5 min trip, so I stopped cooking, had the table ready and the food served.  5 minutes passed and the kids were starving, so I let them eat.  5 more minutes passed and I didn't want the dinner to be bad for her, so I gently urged her to get home soon.

When she arrived home about 5 more minutes later, we kissed and sat down to dinner.  The kids were already on thirds, but the food was still in good shape.  As we were eating, we discussed my texts a bit and I explained how I wasn't trying to rush her, just that I wanted the dinner to be good for her.  Her response: "You're so cute, getting all upset about the dinner going bad."

Immediately after dinner, she received a phone call for work she had to take, so she went to our office and I cleaned the kitchen.  All of the dishes and cleaned the entire area.  When she came back down, I was finishing and she said "look at you doing all the cleaning.  Sorry that I just came home, ate, then had to take the call and did not help with cleaning up."  I explained I totally understood and was happy cooking and cleaning.  As I was finishing, she kissed me and said "My little househusband."  (which, unfortunately, I'm not.  I've told her most recently that I would love to quit my job,  stay home and take care of the kids and the house.  She knows it would be great too, because she knows I'd be in better shape and she'd always have great dinners ready for her.)

After all the kids were asleep, she looked for the open bottle of wine, but I explained that I had used it to cook.  So I went to the fridge and opened the bottle for her.  When doing so, I noticed one of our wine opener corkscrews was slightly bent, so I went to my shop and fixed it.  This was part of my plan - about a month ago she mentioned that she wanted to make a list of the things that needed to be fixed, but she never did.  Over the weekend I totally cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed our room and fixed two things in the house without being asked, which she was extremely happy about.  So when I fixed the corkscrew, her response was "wow, look at you.  You're on fire."

After pouring her a glass of wine, she said "Do you want to play Scrabble or something tonight?  Ah, forget it.  I'm totally fried.  Maybe I'll just let you do my toes."

Whenever she says  those things, I never know how to respond.  My feeling is one of joy, wherein I'd like to profusely express to her how I would love to do her toes, but I always get the feeling that when I respond in that manner, it makes her uncomfortable.  It's a battle in me.  I want to express to her how much I love it so she will want to do it more, but I realize that it will probably have the opposite effect.  Therefore, I simply said I would be up for doing her toes, but then noted that only a portion of my recent purchase had arrived.  Not everything had arrived.  She wanted to have them done, so upstairs we went.

Her toes were a dark color that is popular these days and it took a long time to remove all of the polish.  I asked her what she was going to wear on Friday night, but she wasn't sure.  It wasn't going to be a bold color though, so I went with a dark red, something I thought could go with any outfit really.  The entire time I was working, she was on her phone working, or looking at Facebook, and then reading on the Ipad.  We were also talking about other stuff.

I didn't do a great job - I think the color I used was old and it didn't flow on the nails that well.  It took a long time.  By the time I was done, it was passed our normal bed time.

After the nails dried, she was in the bathroom washing her face while I was cleaning up and she casually said  "Now you need to learn to do facials."  I immediately got a little excited, but I also not only have no idea how to do a facial, but I expressed to her that if I screwed up on her toes it was not big deal, but I didn't want to ever do something wrong when giving her a facial!  She agreed and immediately said she was only kidding.  I will have to figure out how to do a home facial.  It won't be nearly as good or as complicated as she could get done at a salon, but I should be able to come up with some quick routine that I can do every week.  If anyone has any suggestions on this, please let me know.

Later that night, we did end up making love.  Me on top and as we were doing it, she began spanking me.  And I mean spanking me hard.  The hardest she's ever smacked me.  Ooohhhhhhh, it felt so delicious.  I couldn't see, but I'm sure it was red.  It was so great and something completely unexpected.

With me still on top, I sat up and spread her legs so I could get to her clit.  While fucking her, I used my thumb and finger on her clit and brought her off.  I had been really holding back my orgasm, but once she came I was able to let loose after a few more thrusts.  We stayed with me inside her for a while, kissing and resting.

You all know that I have that typical male desire to eat the creampie before cumming, but then lose all desire immediately after cumming.  But this time, since we had spent some time with me still in her and time had passed, I started to get the feeling again.  I moved back up and began raising her legs back, pushing her butt up so that when I pulled out the cum wouldn't all fall out onto the bed.  I was about to pull out and dive in, but as I was doing that, she said "oh, no, don't even think about it.  I already had a great orgasm, I don't need anymore and it's late.  It's time to go to bed."  And with that, she moved out from under me, put her underwear on and went to the bathroom.  I was soooo close, but was fine with her decision.

As much as I sometimes think that we are not in a WLM because she does not specifically express it, does not use that term, does not implement it more, and even feels guilty or bad when I do all the cleaning or other work for her, the more I think about what happened last night, the more I know we are in her version of a WLM.  And I went to bed happy last night.  Very very happy.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Interesting Opportunity

My wife swallows.  She always has.  It's not something that ever forced on her, or even asked her to do.  It's something she's done from the very beginning and that has not ever stopped.

99% of the time we make love, it's in the bedroom.  There have been other places in the house, but with kids, unless you really wanted to scar them, you're best off doing it in the bed, with the door closed.  A couple of days ago, we ended up in the shower together and after I brought her off nicely with my tongue, she returned the favor.

What was interesting, however, was that as she was getting off of her knees, I noticed that she had spit out a bit of my cum.  I don't believe it was all of it, just the last parts, but I was 100% certain that some of it had been spit out.

Which now has me super curious.  I'm wondering if she's been swallowing when she didn't really like it.  Whether it was just a one time thing (in the morning, in the shower - maybe other circumstances).  Maybe my cum didn't taste good that morning.

I have to figure out a way to discuss this with her without offending her, making her feel self conscious or make her feel bad.  I'm even wondering if I can turn this around and gently suggest that if she ever feels the need to get rid of it, she only need to kiss me.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013


Well, not really.

During dinner, we talked about a project that she needed to have completed for Friday, which included the creation of a type of bench.  Immediately after dinner (an me cleaning the dishes), I went to the workshop and began what she needed.  I spent about a half hour in there, completing what I could (I need some more wood that I have to purchase tonight).  When I came back into the house, she commented on how nice it was that I immediately began on her project.

By the time I was done, however, it was dark out, but I still needed to go running.  It was cold by this time too, so when I was putting on my running gear, I noticed that I only had a black long sleeve running shirt.  My shorts were black too.  Running at night on the street wearing all black, with no reflective clothing, is a really bad idea.  My solution?  I went into her workout clothes drawer and found a running jacket type that was like the picture, only more blue than green, but that same type of bright color.  (BTW - that picture is from Lululemon, a place that she shops at endlessly!!!)

When I came downstairs and she saw me, she immediately said "what are you doing?!?!"  I explained the situation to her and even explained that it wasn't that girlie, no one would see me and I needed something not black.  Her response was "I know, but it's just that it's my jacket."  Upon leaving she said "Just don't stop to talk to anyone!"

I know she doesn't love it when I wear women's clothing.  I do NOT do it in front of her because I know she doesn't particularly like it.  It freaks her out a bit.  I also need to be careful because I believe that the cross-dressing thing might be a reason why she does not fully understand the WLM or submissive man concept.

There are many different parts of the spectrum, but a submissive man to a woman absolutely does not have to equal a effeminate man.  You can have the manliest male out there, who is also submissive to his woman.  I know she's more attracted to the alpha type males, so equating being submissive to her as being effeminate is not going to make her feel comfortable.

I made sure to take the jacket off as soon as I got home and then made the bed, folded her nighttime clothes placing them on the bed with a chocolate mint for her.

Monday, March 4, 2013

She is not Vocal

She is definitely an interesting person.  Good things happened to both of us on Friday.  So to celebrate a bit, I bought a couple of lobster tails, Mussels, Little Neck clams and Steamer clams, flowers, a bottle of champagne and made a hell of a dinner!  Grilled everything up and enjoyed the night.  She got her period that day, so she wasn't in the mood that night.  Very enjoyable night.

The next night, we went out to a function where we were dressed up.  She looked so hot in a great dress, heels and she did her makeup and hair differently.  I wasn't the only one who noticed, as many men and women complimented her that night.  It was a great event.  By the time we got home, it was rather late.  Despite being tired, once in bed, we began kissing and I eventually removed her panties.  She still had her tampon in, but that didn't stop me.  I brought her off and she returned the favor, so to speak.

What I find "funny" about the whole thing is that we're at a point where eating her out on her period doesn't even warrant a mention from her.  I mean, it's nothing surprising.  Sometimes I fear it's disinterest, but I really think it's more just she doesn't think of these things after they've happened.  Even when I've successfully eaten my creampie from her, she never mentions it again.  She never requests anything in the bedroom.  She never asks for anything in particular or anything.