Things slowly moving into gear?

17 Oct

We have had 2 pretty good sessions since I last wrote. Both have involved a lot of comforting and reassurance for each other, 1 has included some tentative spanking, and both have included a lot of finger and mouth work. Liz has started to put herself in my place, thinking how much ED can affect a man’s self esteem, how worried I was about the word CANCER, and my dreaded anticipation about the results of some recent texts.

My public persona is to laugh, make jokes and wisecrack my way around such events. But for a long time Liz paid no attention to the subtext. I think it shamed her somewhat when our children paid more attention to the situation than she did.

So, small steps. The bereavement counsellor’s guidance was invaluable, even though it was done from a distance, and through me. Liz has been told to verbalise her grief, and grieve, even to tears.

This has been the biggest crisis we have had to face, as a couple! I think we have come through it, and the closeness of recent sex has helped.

We are fine!

5 Oct

I’ve had to have a minor op. for a major illness, and Liz is thankfully coming back to normal after her prolonged delayed mourning.

We’ve managed to have 1 major sex session, for her a prolonged massage with lavender oil culminating in an orgasm for her. And a minor one, in which she rolled over to my side of the bed, held my hand and quietly jilled herself off.

Nothing dramatic, but I’ve just started to be myself again after the surgery and Liz has started to emerge from the cocoon of delayed mourning that has enveloped her recently.

The Garlic Imperative

6 Sep

Got a message via email that a site that we used to be members of was closing down. Its subject was stockings, though some participants used the remit loosely as the stockings sometimes framed a naked pussy or a penis, sometimes 2 penises, poking at said pussy!

W didn’t use it a lot but I used to place some of my fictional developments of our own lives in the StoryBoard section. I logged in, and some of our stuff was still there, some dating back to 2006! The comments section were very favourable; one tale was “darkly erotic.” I thought the story was quite mild compared to some of the material!

All the material, like this site, happened, though names, places and references had/ has been changed.

So here goes, think of it as a remastered CD?

We used to spend a lot of time staying in Lizzie’s hometown. She still had several relatives there; not one of them offered their services as a B&B, so we had to use small hotels. However one of Lizzie’s oldest friends did offer their services a couple of times, however despite having a massive kitchen she never cooked anything, at all! So we stayed in a small hotel down in the village.

“You must come over this evening, we’ll have a meal.”

The weather was wet and freezing and the prospect of not having to scour the village to find a decent pub grub place , was inviting.

What she actually meant was that we would walk down the road, in what was by now sleet, to a French Bistro.

Liz was cold. she had forgotten to bring some socks, she was in some T Bar shoes, think they are called Mary Janes in the U.S. and the thought of walking down and back and then onto the hotel was daunting.

He said that if the weather got worse we could stay over. The look on her face was, well let’s just say that he was speaking out of turn and that an argument would develop when we were out of earshot. He retreated behind his Daily Express.

Liz asked me to redo her shoes up as she had just done her nails; she is always doing her nails.

As I bent down to tighten her shoes, I felt nylon on her feet. I looked up at her and she mouthed , “I’ll tell you later!”

She did when we went to Garlic Bistro, and both escaped to the loos. Liz showed me the brand new pack of M&S tan ankle highs in her bag. She gave me The Smile.

Liz and I have gradually worked out our hosiery preferences over the years. She hates knee highs, wearing tights under jeans, stockings are too fiddly, hold-ups don’t, footsies not for shoe wearing but are useful in bed, so that leaves tights and ankle highs. Sometimes, to please me, the mild hatreds are ignored, but her face says it all. she has come round to over the knee socks, but not in cotton!

We perused the menu. Now our hostess with the mostest hates garlic, so she interrogated the waiter about the garlic content of each dish. I asked the waiter if it was fair to say that none of the desserts contained garlic, and I was right!

Husband never said a word throughout the whole meal. He drank red wine and studied the label intently. She talked incessantly. She once told Liz that I was a good listener. She never twigged that nobody could get a bloody word in.

She has of late become slightly flirty with me, not from any encouragement, but as I discovered lately marital relations had stopped. She had tried to encourage him but he was already starting with 2 major health problems, now in remission, and was quietly seeing the medics, and not telling her.

I’ve always wanted to know how she tried to encourage him, but Liz wasn’t revealing anything.

We got a taxi back to their house, chatted,  he had another drink, and then we made our excuses and went to bed.

We showered, thankfully the room was ensuite, probably from the time she floated the idea of taking in paying guests, then decided not to as it would be too much hard work.

“Put them back on,” I said as I slid into bed next to Liz.

“You sure?”

“Too right after that dull evening, and let’s see if we cant’t make some muffled giggling.!”

I slid down the bed to work on Lizzie’s stockinged feet. We both love it when I massage her feet, paying her toes and soles some careful attention.Liz crossed her legs and I knew that she was starting to quietly jill herself ready. I moved up the bed, uncrossed her legs, held her by her feet, still massaging them while I put my lips on her clit.

The orgasm was muffled but obvious. I moved down the bed to stand at the end, grasped her feet, holding them to my lips, them moving them down to my penis and balls.

Now this was a good few years ago when I could get an erection 99% of the time. Thankfully the statistics were kind to me and I entered Liz. At this angle her bum was high off the bed giving a full view of everything. The fact that we had to be reasonably quiet helped our joint enjoyment.

“Sleep in them, please?”

She did.

Over our bowls of healthy cereal next morning husband asked if we had slept well as he thought that he had heard restlessness.

Liz blushed; The Wife was unaware of anything.

We went back to the hotel, collected our things and drove home. The hotel didn’t charge us for the missed night saying that we would have been foolish to even attempt the roads in that weather. And with that they know that they have got repeat customers. As it was, Husband phoned them up, and as he has some clout in the town, they listened.

We drove home, unpicked, showered , slipped into bed.

“Are those the same ones?”

“Do you want fresh?”

“No they can wait.”

We enjoyed a very hearty 69 with her ankles grasped.





Something Else?

5 Sep

Writing about Lizzie I forgot that I’ve been going through a set of tests as theywhomustbeobeyed have found something that is worrying them. Well, it worries me too, I’ve had several episodes of this before and have been warned about re-occurrence. As my bottom half is being “watched” there is the medical assumption that events might develop if one lot meets the other!

Despite the fact that I have been told that,for my age, I feel ok, a huge timetable has been drawn up and weekends away postponed.

Lizzie is starting to worry, so is our family; Lizzie’s family do not give a flying one. In a way Lizzie has had to divert her emotions on to me. I’m not too pleased about this as it might delay her healing process.

We were going to go to a small hotel next weekend, but I have a weekend medical appointment with warnings that I will feel groggy! So driving is out!

I’d already bought some items for Lizzie to wear in the hotel especially bending over the high-ish window ledge whilst being taken from behind.

Suppose I’ll have to put them in the pending drawer!

Light At The End Of The Tunnel?

24 Jun

Despite what I said in the now deleted last post, we are still going to use this site to continue posting.

Liz has gone through a traumatic time of late. I’ll keep the details fairly sketchy but she has been suffering from delayed grief, brought on by the recent death of a family member. They were old and suffering, and she now accepts that he is in no more pain. However, like many other families, we have had sudden premature deaths of family members close to us.

One of them, over 30 odd years ago, she never grieved for, mainly because her family closed ranks and lips over it!

She now admits that she should have sought counselling at that time. However she has accepted some counselling recently, and together with our family’s help, she is dealing with it and understanding how the grieving process works.

Holidays and weekends away have helped too! So has leave of absence from work.

During this period she has been angry and abrasive towards me, and I was advised to keep notes of events and dates when these incidents took place.

I confronted her with all these details over the weekend, letting her know how counter productive they were as I am the one person who has and will continue to be by her side while she continues to go through this tricky time.

She must have spent a day mulling these thoughts over, and yesterday she treated me to lunch, not exactly romantic, but adequate all the same.

We came back and drank Prosecco, she had bought the day before. Strange at that time I thought.

She finished her glass, went upstairs. After a while I followed her. She stood in front of the mirror jeans and blouse loose.

I pulled her jeans down and fondled her panty clad bottom, trying a few taps on it.

I told her to strip and lie on the bed, face down.

I gave her a massage using some light moisturiser. She giggled as I let the lotion drip inside her panties, running down her bottom. The lotion was cold!

Then I told her to lie on her back, and massaged from top to toe. Her face was calm and relaxed with none of the tension I’ve noticed recently.

I pulled her panties down and let some of the lotion drip down her hairy pussy. She lay very still while I worked on her clit and gspot.

When her orgasm came it was quiet and understated.

I rolled her back on her front and kissed her now well lotioned bottom. She quickly rolled back, grasped my penis and gave me  a very relaxed orgasm.

We lay side by side for a while; not a word was spoken.

Ok, not the greatest example of marital bliss but, for now, for us, it is.