So we’re at that time of year again when husbands walk through a minefield - yep, Valentine’s Day.

It’s so difficult to get it right, isn’t it? How do you make the day special without going overboard? I have ambivalent feelings about Valentine’s Day. On the one hand I want to do nice things for Sue but on the other hand love isn’t just about one day. I try to show my love every day. And showing love really has nothing to do with flowers and cards (in my opinion).

So, what was my strategy for today?

Well, I don’t go in for totally over the top Valentine’s Day stuff. I try to keep it reasonably simple. Also, we’ve never gone in for exchanging gifts on Valentine’s Day. My birthday is only 5 days before and Sue’s birthday is a month later so gifts tend to be reserved for our birthdays.

So first of all this morning was the exchange of cards.

Next, I sent her a text asking her out to lunch. It couldn’t be a romantic candlelit dinner unfortunately because it had to be fitted into her lunch break. So we were going to go to our favourite café instead.

Sue loves the music of Damien Rice and about a month ago I noticed that he is due to play in Cardiff in October, so I booked two tickets. I hadn’t told her about it before, so I thought it might be a nice surprise to tell her today. Unfortunately I couldn’t actually give her the ticket because they won’t be sent out until nearer the time. So I had to make do with sending her a copy of the booking confirmation email.

I had also ordered a dozen red roses to be delivered to her in her office which were delivered during the afternoon. I could have bought some and given them to her but I thought it would be a little more special to have them delivered.

So no grand gestures, no whisking her off to Paris or anything. Although I am taking her for a romantic break next week to Spain, near Barcelona, for two nights - just the two of us, without the children. Sue’s been through a rough time lately with illness (she’s still getting headaches almost every day) so I think she deserves a break. We fly out a week today. So that will be a belated Valentine’s trip.

And to all our readers (a little belatedly due to the time)…

Happy Valentine’s Day!

How was your day?

Apparently, 7 - 14 February is National Marriage Week and people are being encouraged to ‘blog their marriage’.

To quote from the web site:

What’s happening in your relationship? Is it good? Is it great? Is it tough? Is it appalling?
We want you to tell all for one week, to help to create a snapshot on married life in the UK; the joys, the challenges, the disappointments, and the fun - we want the truth, and it can only come from you.

So I decided to join in and you can see the result here:

http://www.2-in-2-1.co.uk/forums/forumdisplay.php?f=41

I’m not quite sure what the good people of this forum will think about having a sex blogger in their midst (I’m on my best behaviour there, though).

How would you answer those questions?

Sorry for lack of posting lately. Been kinda busy.

Yesterday was a special day, though, my birthday.

And in the morning I got the best present I could possibly have. Hmm…wonder what that could be?

The original plan was for Sue and I to go out to lunch and then take advantage of a child-free house. The only problem is that it had snowed the day before and the children had had a day off school. And although the snow didn’t last long there was a danger of more on the way. If the children got sent home from school then that would put paid to our post lunch celebration.

So plan B was to take advantage of a child-free house while we could.

Sue had the day off work and after seeing Daughter off to school (Son was staying with a friend) she came back to bed.

She climbed on top of me and I guided my cock inside her. I do love those big tits dangling on my chest and in my face. (She settled on a 36DD bra when she went back to the shop by the way.)

I had to be careful not to manhandle her boobs too roughly, though. She is suffering from sore nipples at the moment - and no, it’s not through any mistreatment from me. Just that point in her cycle when she can suffer soreness sometimes.

And I had a pain of my own to contend with. I’ve mentioned before about testicular pain on ejaculation. That stopped about a year ago and I haven’t had the pain since. But now there is a new pain. Sometimes whenever I get an erection I get quite a sharp pain in my right testicle. Sometimes it lasts all the way through sex and sometimes it will stab away at me and then suddenly stop. It was quite pronounced yesterday morning.

After she had come a couple of times on top of me I got her to move down, kneel between my legs and suck my cock. But it was a real mixture of pleasure and pain, like someone sharply tweaking my balls (or rather ball) at the same time that she was sucking. At one point it was so sharp that I was worried I would lose the erection while she was sucking.

I still had the pain when we changed to missionary position - but it was it wasn’t going to stop me!

When we changed again to side of the bed fucking the pain stopped. And I felt fine from then on. Weird - I guess I’ll have to go back to the doctor and make sure it isn’t anything that could be a problem. He’ll probably say it’s another after effect of the vasectomy.

I do love it when she is perched on the side of the bed with me between her legs and she is laying flat on the bed with her hands above her head and her tits are jiggling like mad and I’m thrusting harder and harder and she is yelling louder and louder and her cunt is contracting tighter and tighter round my cock as her orgasms get more and more intense. I think I’m able to fuck her harder in that position than any other.

And then when I stood up she sat up and sucked my cock. I love it when she sucks my cock, slick with her cunt juice.

One thing that I haven’t mentioned before is that over the last six months or so she has had injections to stop her period in an attempt to prevent her getting migraines. The problem was that she ended up having an almost continual period, with a flow light enough for us to keep having sex, but strong enough to rule out cock sucking in between fucking. And I sure did miss that. She stopped having the injections so she is almost back to normal as far as her periods are concerned.

Then doggy style in front of the mirror. I love watching those 36DD tits swinging as we fuck. And missionary with her head at the foot end of the bed, almost dangling off the end.

I got her to shuffle along a bit towards the end of the bed so her head was actually over the end of the bed. I knelt down on the floor so my cock was level with her face and she opened her mouth. So she is basically sucking me with her head upside down. In this position she can’t move her head much so I have to do the thrusting. With my hands on her tits I slid my cock, dripping with her cunt juice, into her mouth.

There are a lot of things that make this especially wonderful for me. It’s fantastic visually, the fact that she is sucking her cunt juice off my cock, the extra lubrication is wonderful, the trust that she has in me not to thrust too hard or too deep, getting my hands on her tits… it all adds up to a great deal of pleasure for me.

Back to missionary with long, slow, deep thrusts. My cock seemed especially stiff and sensitive and her cunt was contracting tight around it as she came over and over again. Usually when I get like that I don’t come so easily and I can go on and on.

Finally I figured my cock could do with a breather so I licked her clit for a while with very, very light feathery strokes of my tongue, slowly, slowly building her up to an explosive orgasm, then keeping going, stronger and faster until she came again. And then side to side, which drives her absolutely crazy for another volcanic orgasm. I love it when she makes lots of noise.

The testicular pain didn’t return but I didn’t come in the end. That doesn’t bother me, though. During a long sex session I often get to the point where, no matter what, I’m probably not going to come but that’s more than compensated for by the fact that I can carry on and on and on with her coming over and over again.

As it turned out there was further snow yesterday and the children were back at home by lunchtime so it was just as well that we had taken full advantage earlier.

And it was a perfect start to my birthday.

What a way to watch a rugby match!

Sometimes I like to spend the evening on the sofa in front of the TV watching rugby. Usually Sue will snuggle up to me on the sofa and my hands will get to work on her back, arms, shoulders, neck, breasts - anything in reach. I can’t keep my hands still whenever she is near me.

And so it started off this evening.

But then things started to go a bit differently.

Suddenly her fingers were on my cock, feeling it’s outline through my trousers - a quickly expanding outline. She unzipped, and levered out my by now very stiff cock and started licking and kissing and sucking. She sucked for a good while, sometimes long, slow, deep, sometimes rapid and forceful, and had me moaning and squirming.

It would have been good if I could have come in her mouth right there. She would have liked me to. But unfortunately I don’t come so easily these days.

Eventually I stood up in front of her and got her to suck my cock a little while longer. Then I got her to stand up, I took off her trousers and knickers, sat her down on the edge of the sofa with her legs open, kneeled in front of her and slid inside her. I love it when she gets so wet from sucking my cock. I love it that it turns her on so much.

This was all very risky because Daughter was still in the house. Son is away for the weekend but Daughter could have come in at any moment. I was relishing the danger but Sue couldn’t relax so she suggested that we move upstairs.

There was no messing about once we were in our bedroom, clothes off as soon as possible and straight down to urgent fucking, missionary, doggy style in front of the mirror and missionary again.

My cock was proving to be stubborn in the ejaculation department again. I think it gets to the stage where it’s enjoying it so much it doesn’t want it to end and just doesn’t want to come. “Why don’t you come over me,” suggested Sue. “Or in my mouth.”

Well, that was too good an offer to refuse. So I stood in front of her while she sat on the edge of the bed. She sucked me for a while and then I took over, stroking my cock in front of her face while she fingered her clit.

It wasn’t long before I could feel myself start to come and she got ready to gobble up my cock at the crucial moment. She took it in her mouth and swallowed it down, milking my cock of every last drop.

In the days when I could come more easily, before my vasectomy, she did sometimes suck my cock and make me come in her mouth. So it’s not new for her to swallow. But it is quite a while since I’ve come in her mouth and the first time that we’ve done it that way.

I’ve had a fantasy about masturbating into her mouth for a while and I don’t know why I haven’t suggested it before. I should have known that she would be happy to do it. And it certainly lived up to my expectations.

Of course, it’s such a hardship to having such a demanding wife not allowing me to sit down and watch rugby in peace but I try to bear it as best I can!

[By the way, Sue has not been well since New Year’s Day - nasty chest infection and then a migraine that seemed to go on forever. I think she’s feeling a bit better now!]

He has the most wonderful hands.

When I met him, I asked him if he played the piano. He has those long tapered fingers that belong to an artist. He does not play the piano but those hands and those fingers make such beautiful music when they run up and down my keys, so to speak.

My hand sits comfortably inside his. Our fingers and palms fit together like adjoining parts of a jigsaw. As our fingers interlock, they make the whole thing complete. A whole rather than a part. Together rather than apart.

Fingers touching fingers. Palms clasping palms.

Oh there is so much love in those hands.

The way he will take my hand and wrap it in his when we are walking.

That feeling of belonging and comfort that comes from the touch of his hand round mine.

That impression of ownership and protection that comes when he takes my hand in his as we walk down the main street together. It feels like a statement. It is as if he is saying to the world that this woman is mine and she belongs to me so hands off (yes, the pun was intentional). And I so like that. I want to be seen as his. I want the world to know that I belong to him. I do - mind body and soul… we are locked together, clasped together, bound together.

When our hands are joined, it is an external sign of the way we are intimately joined together.

And his hands on my skin. The pulse of electric tremblings that flow through my skin when his fingers touch me. The warmth that courses through my veins as his touch leaves trails and tremours as his hands make contact with my body. He has both music and magic in those hands.

The way those hands slip their way under my clothes and find my warm places. Those hands that just love to warm themselves upon my body. They don’t like the feel of cotton, or wool or silk or satin. They like the feel of skin. And I like it too.

And when those hands cup my face, and he looks deeply into my eyes, and I see the love pouring from his eyes, the love then flows through his hands and into my face and down into my heart and I then feel, as well as see, the raw and naked emotion of pure love that emanates from deep within his being, and, as I reach out myself, and in turn wrap my hands around his face, I can only hope that he can see for himself, through my veil of tears, just how much I love him.

There is music in his hands.

There is magic in his hands.

But most of all, there is such love in his hands.

And in his hands, I too, feel the magic. Feel the music.

And feel the love….

We are still here - we haven’t disappeared again. Just had a lot on lately and Sue has been unwell since New Year’s Day, first with a nasty chest infection and then with a very bad migraine (neither of which has completely cleared up).

Thanks to everyone who commented on the previous post, especially those who have delurked to comment for the first time. You can comment on other posts as well, ya know!

Someone asked a little while ago about Sue’s vital statistics. Well, I can divulge one of her statistics. When she was last measured for a bra in a reputable shop they reckoned she was a 38B bra size. Now, I don’t know how on earth anyone came to that conclusion and I have always thought that must be wrong. She is surely way bigger than a B cup.

And as I said before, she has rather…er…grown a little in certain areas recently.

So today when we were out shopping she went to a specialist bra shop and got herself measured again. And they reckoned that she’s a 34DD or maybe 34E. Now that’s more like the Sue I know!

Based on this she bought herself a new bra, 34DD. But she’s going to have to take it back because it’s too small. It fits round her back fine, but the cup size is too small - so she’s going to try a 34E.

I did try to take a photo of her wearing the too-small bra but she wouldn’t let me.

By the way, Daughter was with us and when Sue picked out a bra she said, “But Mum, IT’S SEE THROUGH!!”, obviously shocked that her mother would wear such a thing. I think she was probably equally shocked that Sue should then hand it to me to take it to the till to pay for it. But hopefully the fact that I was happy to queue at the till with a sexy see-through bra in my hand will show her that it’s not something a husband should be embarrassed about.

And this was a little ditty that Sue wrote about her new bra size:

You know what puzzles me,

And I wonder how it can be,

That this morning I was a 38B

and now a 34E

(or perhaps a 36DD)

We shall have to see…….

I think she’s quite proud of her 34Es (as well she should).
And of course I’m rather fond of them too.

I’m reliably informed that it’s Delurking Week. So for all you lurkers out there it’s time to delurk and leave a comment.

I’m going to be be generous and open this to regular (or even occasional) commenters as well, though.

So whether you’ve commented before or not (but especially not) tell me:

• Your name, address, phone number (haha, just kidding!)
• When did you first start reading this blog?
• How did you get here?
• If you’ve been here before why did you come back?
• And, well, anything else you want to say…

So go on - delurk, dammit!

Well, they’re almost over…the holidays, that is.

This year the Christmas/New Year holiday seems to have gone on a long time. The children broke up from school quite late this year and they don’t go back until next Monday. Sue has worked just one day this week. And I’ve done the bare minimum so we’ve had a lazy, relaxing time.

We had lots of sex until her period arrived on the Wednesday after Christmas. Not to be deterred we indulged in a mutual masturbation session. If you’ve never tried mutual masturbation with your partner I highly recommend it.

Our recipe tends to go something like this - you can flavour to your taste. Sue lies on her back and I lie on my side facing her. Usually I’ll have my arm under her neck and my hand on her breast or tweaking a nipple. We start off with her stroking my cock and me fingering her clit. Usually I’ll finger her until she comes - maybe even several orgasms.

Then we swap over so that she is fingering herself and (still lying on my side) I masturbate. It’s a great turn-on for both of us. As she gets closer to orgasm, I get closer. And the closer I get the closer she gets in a wonderful positive cycle. The idea is to both reach orgasm at the same time. Unfortunately I’m not quite as good at controlling my orgasms as I used to be so synchronising tends to be a bit hit and miss but usually one will be not far behind the other if we don’t get it spot on.

Her orgasms tend to be very powerful doing this. The combination of me watching her finger herself and me masturbating at the same time, and both of us approaching orgasm together…it all adds up to an explosive climax for both of us.

I always come over her thigh; fortunately she’s not squeamish about such things. And sometimes we will lie, locked in an embrace, for some time afterwards before cleaning up.

Some day I’d like to try masturbating in such a way that I ejaculate into her mouth. She doesn’t like the idea of me coming over her face (which I can understand) but in the days when I used to be able to come in her mouth when she sucked my cock she was happy to take it and swallow it. So that might be one for the to-do list at some point.

Since then, though, Sue has been struck down with a combination of migraine and a nasty chest infection, so there hasn’t been much opportunity for sex. But we did get the New Year off to a good start. Before the children were old enough to want to share New Year’s Eve with us we used to have a tradition of having sex on New Year’s Eve so the stroke of midnight would find me deep inside her. The best possible way to see in the New Year.

I can’t wait until the children are old enough to want to be elsewhere on New Year’s Eve and we can reinstate our tradition.

We did see in the New Year in the proper fashion the following morning, though.

The children are back in school and Sue is due to work (if she’s well enough) on Monday. So back to reality.

This is for one of my favourite bloggers, Abby of Girl With A One Track Mind.

If you haven’t been following Abby’s story (then where have you been?) she wrote a book based on her blog and in August the Sunday Times ‘outed her’. They pubished details of her real name, her job, even her mother’s details. The kind of thing that every anonymous blogger dreads.

In her latest post Abby has published an email that Nicholas Hellen of the Sunday Times sent to her. It’s the most vicious, vindictive email imaginable.

But Abby got her own back. Lots of bloggers have linked to her post so that when Googling Nicholas Hellen the No 1 spot is taken by her post. So anyone Googling Nicholas Hellen would see what a nasty piece of work he is.

But here’s the strange thing: when I tried Googling Nicholas Hellen just now Abby’s post was nowhere to be seen. So have the Sunday Times got to Google? Maybe they asked Google to remove or demote Abby’s post? Or is this another example of Google weirdness going on right now?

There are lots of other posts in the top 10 that refer to her post, though. So if the Sunday Times did try manipulate Google they failed.

Hopefully those in the print media will take note: mess with bloggers at your peril!

(We seem to be back in favour with Google…for the moment. Maybe I shouldn’t tempt fate!)

Update: seems it was a temporary blip. Abby’s post is back on top again now.

A couple of weeks ago I noticed that our stats suddenly dropped. At first I wasn’t sure what had happened. Then it occurred to me: all the usual traffic that we get from Google had dried up. I thought maybe Google had finally realised that after a year on hiatus there weren’t many blogs linking to us any more and had dropped our ranking.

But it seems that it wasn’t just us. Many sites, such as Violet Blue, Tony Comstock, Chelsea Girl and Eros Blog were also affected.

From our point of view things got back to normal for a while and then suddenly today we seem to be missing from most Google searches.

Everyone seems to be up in arms about the sudden drop in traffic from Google but I’d like to offer the following thoughts:

It makes you think about how dependent we’ve become on Google for traffic to our sites. At the moment more than half of people visiting this blog do so via Google.

For bloggers like us does it really matter? I can understand that for people like Tony Comstock who is trying to run a business it can be devastating. I can understand, too, that professional writers like Violet Blue will be hard hit. But for ordinary bloggers like us I don’t think it really matters that much. It’s easy to get seduced by numbers. I admit that there’s a certain exhilaration in watching that hit counter climb inexorably closer to a million. It’s nice to feel that all the hard work you put into writing stuff is rewarded by having an audience to read it. And, yes, some of us do have adverts on our sites so readership is translated into money - but really it’s nothing more than pin money.

No, what a blog needs more than anything is readers who are prepared to interact and leave comments, because that is the lifeblood of most blogs. Without that this is what happens.

One thing I’ve noticed, though, is that visitors to blogs from anonymous sources, such as Google, Fleshbot, Jane’s Guide and so on tend to be just that - anonymous. Very rarely will they deliver anything except anonymous lurkers. And, really, apart from stroking the ego of watching the hit counter revolve, or delivering a miniscule increase in advertising revenue, what use is that? The people who leave comments are mostly fellow bloggers who are prepared to stick their heads above the parapet and comment.

And, of course, there’s always the possibility that one of those anonymous lurkers will turn out to be your next door neighbour who is quietly going through your archives and figuring out who you are.

So maybe we’d be better off without Google anyway. Of course, if I really believed that I would put code on the page that would block the Google bots from indexing the site. I already do that on some of my other blogs. And if the numbers don’t really matter maybe I should take off that hit counter - what does it matter whether we pass the million mark? But then I guess there is always a chance that an anonymous reader will turn into a more active participant. And it’s hard not to let your ego be stroked by the numbers.

There’s also the question of relevancy of searches, of course. As of yesterday, for instance, we were in the No 1 spot on Google for ‘whore wife’ which linked to Unleash the Super Whore In Your Wife. But of course that’s not what this blog (nor that post) is about and anyone landing here on that search term is likely to be disappointed. Also, if you searched on ‘Xana and Dax’ we were in No 3 spot behind two listings for Comstock Films. Now, there must be hundreds of online reviews of Xana and Dax so how is it that my little review made it to No 3 just behind two listings for the film maker? It doesn’t make sense.

As of today, though, we are nowhere to be seen in any searches, other than ‘perfect marriage blog’.

But never mind. I’m not going to complain…

[When I started writing this yesterday I was going to suggest that anyone visiting here from Google could prove me wrong by leaving a comment, but since we’re getting so few visitors through Google today I guess that would be a waste of time.]

Update: it seems that if you search on ‘wife whore’ we’re No 1 on Google but if you search on ‘whore wife’ we’re nowhere. Also, searching on Xana and Dax we’re somewhere around No 50 which seems to make more sense to me than being No 3. But then no doubt that will have changed by the time I publish this.

Oh yeah…and to all our readers (whether delivered by Google or not) Happy New Year!

So how was your Christmas? I have to say that our was spectacular. We got off to the best possible start. Isn’t it wonderful when your children are old enough to get up late on Christmas Day? As it was a Monday our alarm went off at 7.00 - it’s one of these high-tech things and we can’t figure out how to program it not to go off. And the teens didn’t get up until 10.00 so that gave us lots of naked snuggle time - which was put to very good use. A wonderful way to start off Christmas Day.

Everything went well during the day. The meal that Sue cooked was superb, as always. Although we had a rough timetable for the day, we decided in advance that it was going to be flexible. For one thing, we didn’t know how my father was going to be and whether he would be able to eat Christmas Dinner with us. But as it turned out the timetable worked perfectly and thankfully Dad was able to eat with us.

The only problem is that I had some difficulty getting the teens to go to bed. That’s the other side of the coin having older children, I guess. Younger children might get you up early, but you might also get them to go to bed early, whereas teens will stay up until midnight and beyond if they can get away with it.

Sue went up to bed first, while I did battle with the teens. Eventually, I nagged and persuaded them to log out of their computers and go to bed.

And the