He's still quite uncomfortable with this whole thing and kind of buries his head in the sand. He knows there's loads of guys hitting on me and lots of pics of me going online for strangers to (hopefully) wank over and a little part of him enjoys it. But about 85% of him finds it uncomfortable and unnatural. I met a guy from here on Sunday (wore a different dress in the end - if you've been following my pics you'll know what I mean) and this guy (a relatively local bloke) was really nice, not at all weird like my hubby seems to think your average nn surfer is!! His name was Jeff (I won't reveal his handle on here for obvious reasons) and he was polite and respectful while the three of us sat in the pub chatting about this and that. I could see that my hubby was squirming though, and I managed to catch a private word with him at the bar. I asked him why he wouldn't relax and let things flow a bit. He told me that it just didn't feel natural to encourage me to go and fuck another guy right under his nose even though he'd allowed it before and knew of a couple of, ahem, 'incidents' from our time together. As a result then, he doesn't really look at nn to see what's what but might at any time so I have to remain on my best behaviour.
Anyway, back to Sunday - I got a bit arsey and asked him why all three of us had wasted our time and he (for once) shocked me!! He said, "look - if it makes you happy, spend some time with Jeff, he seems like a nice enough bloke. I'm gonna have this drink though and leave you to it...Just text me with where you are and stuff..."
Well, I was speechless for a good five minutes and sat quietly between them until my hubby kissed me, shook Jeff's hand and said goodnight. As he left, I looked at Jeff, smirked and he croaked something like, "what happened there then?".
Me and Jeff had a nice few hours but as my hubby was learning tolerance and sharing, I didn't want to spoil things by staying out all night. I was due in work the next morning anyway.
Like teenagers, we messed about in the taxi on the way back and I gave him a nice BJ and swallowed his spunk making his year I think. The driver was busy trying to catch glimpes of the action in the back but I was tipsy and horny so didn't care. Jeff certainly wasn't complaining. I'll be meeting Jeff again soon for some unfinished business. I staggered in still tasting Jeff's cum in my throat, rolled into bed and fucked my husband senseless there and then.
Who said sharing doesn't work both ways?

Um, bit bored so I thought I'd mess about with this a bit. Never done a blog before so it'll be crap and probably only last for about 2 entries. Oh well, it's the thought that counts!

Hubby's gone out with the lads tonight (being Friday) and left little old Jenski home alone watching her TV in peace! I get my attention on Saturday evenings normally when I get dressed up, taken out, shown off then shafted. We always have a great time and I love and fancy my man very much but after five years of marriage, a girl does begin to wonder 'what if?' more and more as time progresses. He's good my fella because he lets me pose for the camera (always gets us both really horny) and he's even let me post the pics here recently (at last!). He also enjoys me dressing like a tart and watching other guys try and get their claws into me in pubs and clubs...he always steps in when it gets really heavy (like beyond kissing on the dancefloor) and only once did he allow anything further to happen. This gorgeous bloke was kissing me and feeling me up in a corner of this boozer in Kings Heath (Birmingham), I was loving it but kind of waiting for the inevitable tap on the shoulder and usual 'get-out' lines...but it never came. This guy whispered to me that he wanted to step outside and I agreed figuring my hubby would soon step in. But as we left the crowded pub I had a glance around and caught him watching closely and starting to follow. The guy I was with took me to the back of the pub and into a little recess where they took deliveries and stuff. I had a little, tight mini skirt on so as you can imagine it wasn't long before I took a delivery of my own - bent over hanging onto a door handle taking his thick cock from behind. In the end, the fuck itself was nothing special. In about sixty seconds he was cumming like mad over my arse and zipping back up hastily. He had the cheek then to ask if I wanted a drink and I declined telling him I needed to find my husband! What made me say that I'll never know but he looked a bit startled and mumbled something about seeing me inside. Off he went, and as I was straightening myself up again trying to scrape the cum from my bum and legs with my fingers, my husband appeared from nowhere and off we went.

We didn't even talk about the incident for a couple of weeks until I asked him:-
1) why he allowed it to happen - because he wanted to see how he handled it was his answer
2) so how did he handle it - not too well apparently...
3) and would he let it happen again - dunno, maybe at home.

Right, gotta go - hope you enjoyed my first Blog!

xJ