Killing a few moments while the pain med kicks in.

I took our son into work and traded cars since the one I took in was low on fuel.  On the way home the dreaded "Check Engine Light" came on.  On Classic Rangies that isn't always a big deal.  For us it is usually an O2 sensor and at times it does mean that the O2 sensor is dead and at other times it is a bad connection or a transient fault and it doesn't come back after being cleared.  But when I got home it had turned cold and hail was falling sooo...I made a command decision and went in to get a bite to eat and take some pain med and wait for the hail to stop.

After Brandi had left for work I went back to bed, she leaves for work at 0515 most weekend days. But when I woke up I watched a bit of an old video I had of Brandi and H her first lover as a married woman.  I think I wrote up a bit about him but to digress I'm going to go back through the postings here and see if I can tie up any loose ends and also see where I was on our story of how we went from being a typical (define "typical"?) married couple to where we are now.  Not that the place we are in right now is exciting but parts of the trip might be interesting and informative to other cuckolds and hotwife hubbies and maybe even swingers.

So on this tape I have three meetings with Henry that all have me there and are years apart and were edited some just to make them shorter, to fit on a 180 minute tape.  I have tried to move them to DVD's but the burner I bought (a Sony VHS-DVD unit but I don't have the number in front of me) was new but a clearance item and it turned out to have no manual or remote.  I can't seem to close the DVD so while I can play it on the burner the DVDs will play no where else.  I think that it might be time to buy one of the Fry's re-manufactured units that they have on special fairly often for $100.  Most of the time our bottom feeding shopping works well but this time it didn't.

So I am watching this episode and thinking that to me that it is both hot and very obvious that she was enjoying being with H and enjoying the love making with him and also enjoying her husband watching. 

We were living in Madera at the time and we had been out for dinner and drinks with H.  The kids were else where so the house was ours and the cats.  Brandi was wearing a white lace dress, a lacy white thone, garter belt, stockings, heels and a top that was lace in front and stretch in back.  A wide white leather belt with a little gold trim on it completed the outfit.  The dress...yes you could see through it and see her thong, bare butt, the straps going down to the stockings.  She had a bit of a tan so the contrast was  rather sexy.  The top, her bare breasts were obvious and between her large dark nipples and aureoles, the slightly pale breasts then her tanned olive toned skin it was wonderful.  She looked great and the evening had got her more than a bit aroused.  She isn't really an exhibitionist but when she thinks she looks good and is in the right place she enjoys showing off a bit.  As we moved through the crowd at a couple of the bars we hit the looks from me and the glares from women were fun to see and her ass got  groped and fondled a bit.


I seem to recall that it was about a forty-five minute or so drive from Fresno back to our house in Madera.  I don't think that H and Brandi sat together but I might be wrong on that.  But when we were out they sat together and danced together and even at this stage in our relationship they were the obvious couple that evening.  Didn't push it too much but she didn't get to see H all that often since he lived in the Bay area and between the distance and his marriage we didn't get to see him all that often...but he and my wife talked frequently on the phone and when we got a computer they emailed and enjoyed staying in touch.  It was plain to see that they were friends, pretty close friends and I'd guess one that saw them this night and some other nights...would find reason to think they were lovers.  The touching, the kissing, the holding each other, the attention they paid to each other and the way they focused on each other and part of what I loved (and hated a bit, made me a bit jealous and envious) was they whispered to each other.  That look, that glow my wife's eyes get with some men was there in full force with H.

So we get home and I pour three glasses of wine (Brandi had enjoyed little to drink, unlike some women we know Brandi didn't like to drink a lot when she was seeing a lover, she wanted to enjoy him and the time they had together and didn't need to use alcohol to either make it happen or to give her a later excuse for it happening) and we sit and chat for a bit.  It isn't long before I bring out the video camera and set things up.

The video starts with a close up of Brandi and her lover kissing and just gets better.  All this was just to say that it is either a case of my wife being a fantastic actress or she really enjoyed being with H.  I think while she can do a very convincing fake orgasm the later is the case here...she was with a man she liked in and out of bed (or the middle of the living room) and she was  having a great time.  Her intensity and her enjoyment is very plain to see and you can also see that there is a closeness that isn't always there in cuckolding and even less often in swinging since for a lot of swingers even friendship is too much much less real closeness.

It is very enjoyable to me to watch H and my wife.  The lust, the friendship and dare I say...even the love between them is obvious and the sex is very intense.  The touching, the kissing, the slow undress, the caressing.  Seeing my wife ease down H's underwear and to see the delight and lust on my wife's face when her lover's very hard thick cock springs out dripping pre-come.  Then to watch as my wife takes his cock into her mouth and plays with it, rubs the string of pre-come around her face as she enjoys the moment with him.

After my wife is soundly fucked to several orgasms and after she demands that H come in her...and of course he does, wouldn't you?  Then I get to see my wife and her lover standing next to each other, naked, well almost naked my wife is still in her heels, stockings, garter belt as they cuddle, kiss, touch, and whisper to each other.  She caresses H's cock, wet, shiny, still pretty  darn impressive (I tend to shrink pretty fast after an orgasm), dripping from her moisture as well as his own, H did tend to come a lot and that was something my wife found rather sexy and enjoyable.  So it was obvious that they had a great time.

The point of all this?  What happened?  What happened to make her still voice the words that say she wants to play but at the same time for her to keep throwing rocks, logs, on the road to her meeting someone?  I'm going to try to find out and also I'm going to look back and see if I find any clues there.

Yes, I know we have other problems, cats, kids, my health but those problems are not really new and who doesn't have problems. 

Time has passed and nothing really new and exciting...

I've heard a few times from one of Brandi's old lovers (an ex-airline pilot) and to be honest we have talked about flying rather than sex.  I've really enjoyed the talk about flying and I recently stopped by the local general aviation airport and talked flying with some of the people (flight instructors and so on) at one of the FBO's.  It is funny in some ways that to me one's own life is "normal" and it is every one else that has the unusual life.  Brandi thinks I am an idiot for thinking that and that my life has been pretty interesting.  I can kind of see that trying to look at it as someone not looking out but looking into it.  Most days I bother to think about it I feel it has been a mixture of unusual stuff and a lot of boring things.  However we all are products of our life and the life I had does make me a bit rootless and no long term friends.  I understand that is common for military brats and I'd guess State Department brats and others that have moved frequently growing up.

I read about and of course I've know people that are friends with people they knew in high school or even longer than that.  I've tried to get in touch with some of my old class mates and even an old girlfriend but after a few emails things just...fade away.  No luck on the girl friend and it is a pity.  I think my brother and his wife messed up that years ago, K had tried to call me a few times after my father and my mother had died but they never gave me the message.  I can still recall the shock I had showing up at SLO High School for my Junior year.  I'd been in an all male military school the year before and I showed up a day late at "Tiger Town".   Had a bit too much fun in Hong Kong.  So I show up in Mrs Bowles class, English and there is a classroom with two other guys and a mess of girls including some real stunners.  I am a bit gob smacked, hope I use that right.  Mrs Bowles has me sitting in the front row at the end of the row, the three girls around me, two rather striking, had know each other since kindergarten!  A shock to me since I had moved every three or so years most my life.  The longest we had lived in one place up to that point was Laos, we were there from '65 to '71.  Several of the girls had known each other for that amount of time.

It was a bit of culture shock.  A year in a military school in Texas before this year and it was a few weeks before I could relax when a teacher walked in the room...we had to stand at attention at the military school whenever a teacher or other staff walked into the room.  Also it was of course the era of mini-skirts and it was...well it took a bit of adjusting.  Also I couldn't stop in a bar and have a drink, no easy dope, no "houses" that ranged in price from a 500 to 1500 kip...it was 500 kip to the dollar.  No maid, no house boy.  But of course the other State Department and military brats I know had similar lives.  I had a few dates with a girl in Laos that had spent about a total of six months in public schools in America.  She was fourteen or fifteen, a rather sexy slender girl and had spent about two years total in America.  An American yes, but she freely admitted that she didn't fit in at all in the American public schools she had experienced.

I've been working on the Rangie for about a week or a bit more just trying to do the front pads and rotors but it just isn't going well.  Not sure all the reasons why but part of it is my back.  So much pain now I really am limited in what I can do and handling one rotor or even putting the wheels back on take a lot out of me.  The continual pain also makes me a bit moody and a little quicker on the temper than I like.  Still not quite the way it should be so tomorrow I will get some more brake fluid and bleed the brakes again.  The anti-skid on it makes bleeding the brakes a real chore.  Oh well...I am trying.

Already a third of the way through March and I can't recall when we last made love or had sex.  I'd guess about the first half of Feb.?  Not sure what is happening or why.  Ed (the guy from Orange County) called last month and B said that she was going to call him.  I'd guess it has been a month since he called and of course no call to him from B.  I guess what bothers me a bit about it is that I have told her several times in the past two years that...if you don't want to do it I'll be happy to close down the ads and put it all behind us.  Each time I say that she tells me that she is interested and wants to play.  So where did things go bad?   Is it just that she is tired of the run of guys she isn't really interested in?  Or?

While she was helping me bleeding the brakes (it is a two person job) we talked a bit and again she says she is interested.  I'm actually a bit clueless about what is going on.  In the past she has seemed to enjoy emailing and talking on the phone with potential lovers but now she doesn't even make an effort to  stay in touch with guys that she enjoyed a friendship with as well as enjoying them in bed or in other places.  She did expect me to do the dirty work, running the ads, responding to the first messages, sifting through them to find ones that might work.  Then she would email and chat on the phone with them and decide who to meet.  She liked getting to know a guy well enough that she felt that she was meeting for sex.  Yes, the guy could talk her out of her fucking him and some did but she was planning to fuck them, if not on the first date certainly on the second.  She did like me along on the first meeting or couple of meetings but she did meet some men without me along and had some lovers that I never met and one that thought she was a cheating wife.

So I'll try to find out what it going on in my wife's mind.  Might be some of the other things in our life.  One of our cats has FIV.  A bit of a problem with the IRS (the people she worked for told the IRS that all of their workers got a $2000 grant for adopting a child).  Funny how our dependents didn't change so I do think that the IRS works at being stupid for lower income people and works at not finding problems with high income people...since they can afford to hire good lawyers and accountants and how much can you afford to fight for a few thousand dollars? And of course the slow work I am doing on the car and other things due to my growing pain, back and side. 

After working on the car I'm ready to scream!  Forty degrees F, on mud and gravel and dirt falling in my eyes from the underside of the beast...but I do enjoy the feelings one gets when the job is done and done right!  But I have to rate pain at about seven or eight after taking some moderate pain med.  If you are younger take care of yourself, getting old and beat up sucks! 

I've had the fun of seeing more Doctors that I really want to and with for some things being paid for by three insurance companies the two that are first to pay argue and argue and then the Doctors don't help by providing them with the information that they request.  The pain is rough but I've avoiding doing things for some of the problems since I just can't deal with the problems seeing Doctors cause and of course the cost is a part but I'm tired of spending hours per week dealing with the bills.  But for all the complaints about Medicare...it seems to work great in that the medical people know what they will and will not pay for and they make me dream of single payer.

I'll talk to B in the next few days and see if I can learn more.  We tried to snuggle a bit last  night fitting ourselves around the cats on the bed and I have to marvel just how sexy and beautiful I still find my wife and just how great her skin feels...as well as her great tits for her age or just about any age.