I wanted to post a follow up to a blog that I posted back in July, 2024. Here is what Mr. G has submitted to me last week as a follow up to his progression in his marriage since his wife’s introduction to me and glimpse into his secret desires. 💖
“Since my last blog entry that I provided to Autumn in July (has it really been that long?), our relationship and marriage has only levelled up higher and higher. So much that the fire that started has ignited a firecracker, and it is a display that lights up the night. It’s worth sharing our stories. I find it therapeutic to reflect while writing these blogs. Whether it be about my marriage, or simply about events that have happened to me in my life. My mental health journey has led me to this point, and I share my stories in the hope of being able to help others. I share to let others know that they aren’t alone, and you’re not fucked up!
Things seem to be headed in a positive direction at this time in my and I suspect that it is related to our improved intimacy. The ripple effect of the pleasure within our shared intimacy has positively affected our marriage, the relationships with our kids, and even the challenges within my professional life. There is a sense of a happiness that I can feel that has replaced the thought of thinking that I “should” be happy because of how my life is perceived by others. Honestly, it all started around the time that I “fucked up” after my planned couples session visit with Autumn. Since our meet with her that didn’t turn out as I had planned, the things that we talked about together that evening constantly pop into my head as a reminder. Things really must happen for a reason. It’s allowed everything to flourish and grow. I remain thankful for meeting Autumn and the way she handled that early July evening. I don’t think I’d be where we are now. I now know that it wasn’t a mistake, and I really didn’t “fuck up” as I had allowed myself to believe.
When we have time in bed at night we try to discuss the highs and lows, or rather “Peaks” and “Pits” that we encounter along our journey together. I preferably like to call them “Peaks” and “Valleys” in order to give it the ultra suggestive name of a “PNV” session, which they can end up that way on some nights. These have provided some wind down connection time together at the end of a day, typically while gently touching and tickling one another as we drift away to sleep. It must be mentioned that there hasn’t been a single “Pit” to come up in our hot and steamy sexual adventures.
There has been so much growth and discovery together and I couldn’t be more proud of us as partners on this crazy ride. We are both fortunate to be able to take advantage of a nearly unlimited supply couples therapy sessions with a trusted therapist that we have found. It’s not because we feel that we need to, but because we WANT to. We want to make our relationship stronger together, while always openly communicating along the way.
As previously described, before I even visited Autumn for the first time I began my own sexual awakening journey. I learned a lot about myself, but I didn’t stop there. I wanted to learn more regarding what can make a woman receive more pleasure. I wanted to be a better partner. I wanted to start making my wife feel desired and pursued. I can attribute this to what I now realize was our sex life just going through the motions and I wanted change. I wanted to be able to find new ways to improve things. On my own, I started to gather all of my information through a variety of sources. In early 2024, I had signed up for an account on OMGYES.com, which I cannot recommend enough as tremendous source on women’s pleasure. Different women of all ages literally showing you what feels good, why it feels good. It’s amazing seeing so many different techniques for giving pleasure.
It was shortly after when I really started performing my newly learned skills with fresh new toys and expected the magic to happen. The magic needed communication in order to work. Admittedly, sexual desires and needs can be hard to talk about. It shouldn’t be hard to talk about and no one should be ashamed to talk about it. It’s still a work in progress for me.
I’ve come to realize that I am learning so much and I soak it all up like a sponge. At the same time, I have also found myself “unlearning” a lot of the things that have been established. It is the unlearning of what is established from the outset in life from culture, society, religion, and family members. In my case, my family had no intentions of doing so. Sadly, I do think it is important to indicate that for many others, there is an intent.
The narrative of the expectations along with the deep shame that is cast if we deviate from what is expected plays a big factor in all of this. It’s not my fault. It’s not a partners fault. It’s not your fault. All of our lives began with the bullshit of what sex, love, and relationships should be. I state them in that order simply because it really doesn’t have to be in any order.
Our growth and discovery together over the last half year has been incredible. Later on this year, we will now be married for 20 years. We’ve been fucking together much longer than that, and as I recently admitted to Mrs G that I have never taken really good look at her pussy (she would also admit to this too). Yes, I’ve seen it at a glance. I’ve seen her outer lips spread open while she is straddled above me before I’m welcomed to the warm silky embrace inside. I’ve seen it wrapped my cock, in which I secretly wish she could observe from my point of view. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to look and to really explore it. It’s because I’ve always thought she didn’t WANT me to look at it. That thought in my head seemed encroach if I paused a moment while going down on her. After removing my tongue and stubbled lips from between her legs and then being question what I was doing or looking at made me think that I shouldn’t look, or that she doesn’t want me to look. I’ve always respected her and I would never want to make her feel uncomfortable, so I’d refrain from looking and exploring. In hindsight, and where we are now, it’s really fucking stupid!
Upon her suggestion one evening, she grabbed a mirror, sat between my legs and we looked together. We used our hands together. We gently touched and felt around together. We opened up her soft, smooth outer lips to reveal her sensitive inner lips together. Each of us had a hand moving around while I provided light kisses along with my warm breath on her neck. She definitely could feel my growing erection firmly pressing into the small of her back. Gently exploring with our fingers together. “It’s cute!” she exclaimed, and I agreed. In retrospect, what I should have said “it is so fucking hot, and so fucking beautiful”. As corny as it may sound, I was so proud of her for doing this, and really opening up (literally) and wanting to include me. That set the atmosphere for the incredible sex soon after.
This has been like hitting a reset button and we automatically shifted to creating more intimacy by exploring our bodies closely together. We are in the habit of communicating what feels good when we feel good feelings. We communicate to keep doing certain things that bring copious amounts of pleasure. We’ve come to love explore some kink by playing with some light bondage.
Taking the time to set the mood by setting up restraints on the bed to be tied up consensually really pays off. It’s become a much needed escape from the busyness of life. She’s come to love being tied up, being blindfolded, me taking charge and teasing all over with my acquired skills. Warm oil massages set the mood even higher. The use of floggers, paddles, and feathers tempt and her entire body, forcing intoxicating moans out of her mouth to indicate that she wants more. Her body then craves some smarting sensations on her pussy and the is followed by the insertion of my fingers into her mouth covered with her delicious juices… she reciprocates on me… it’s so fucking hot. In the moment I’ll tell her that, but it doesn’t seem to drive it home. As she reads this blog (unaware of its composition), I want her to understand how incredible, sexy, and infectious she is. The images of her are permanently stored in my head and the images pop up regularly throughout the days. I can easily recall them up at any given moment in order to please myself.
My wandering hands still explore as she sleeps. Starting by gently touching her on her bum, down the back of her leg, then returning up her smooth inner thighs, to the warmth of her moist outer lips. Typically a few fingers will end up inside. Her body reacts and demands more and presses into mine. Unaware, she leans into it and occasionally awakens with a sexy smirk. Sometimes I’ll continue caressing, other times I doze off with my some fingers inside of her. Other times I will simply cup her pussy within my hand as I know she finds comfort in that.
She is the firecracker.
An opportunity to do a boudoir photo shoot was offered to her last year which she was a little apprehensive to do. I provided the support and encouragement for her to proceed. The photos from the shoot are incredible, and I really wish I was able to be there for the shoot. I was allowed to be present to select the photos with her, and it so was hard to choose every photo revealed the eroticism that slumbers within her. It was hard to choose the photos we wanted since they were all incredible. I’m so proud of her from doing that, and that’s another one of the little things that makes her blush when I tell her so. There are times that I want to discreetly share the photos with online strangers (with appropriate blurring, of course), but it wouldn’t be right without her knowledge and consent. I want her to read the comments from the others that lay their eyes upon her. It would be a turn on to read the comments together from the unknown men and women that crave her… it’s a true demonstration of the power that she possesses. The thought of us sharing naughty, yet discreet shots of the two of us together would be thrilling! Oh, the adventures that we can have… together… it’s so exciting!
We still sent suggestive GIFs at inappropriate times throughout the day to each other. Even at risky times, and some of the things that have appeared out of nowhere on my Apple Watch have stopped me in my tracks and has me thinking about what will come later that night. I have begun taking steamy selfies and sending them throughout the days and it adds a risky thrill when sending them. It’s fun to do and sets a sexy tone for the day. I snicker and get aroused in anticipation of the reactions as they come back to me, knowing what it is doing to her mind and within her pants. I now find myself quickly reminded of a morning when I found a pair of her lacy panties misplaced within my drawer. I then sneakily slipped them on my body and quickly snapped a photo showcasing my ass and sent it to her. She loved it. I’ve passed along screenshots of the texts to Autumn to entice a needed smile and providing the rewarding evidence of her work as she “cheers us on from the sidelines” as it was stated when sharing my previous blog.
I’ve been meaning to provide this update blog for quite some time. It could even be more appropriate before Autumn hosts her upcoming couples party. It’ll be a great opportunity for couples to connect together in a safe and welcoming space, seeing and hear how other couples communicate and share their stories of their sexual adventures. Gathering like minded people allows everyone to learn from each other. Maybe we’ll be there, maybe we won’t… I’ll let Autumn share that story and allow everyone else to guess on their own.
After all, there’s a likelihood that a little Mr and Mrs G is inside of every couple.
Update prior to release: I find it funny how things align at times. In the midst of writing this blog, we had an unexpected fun night exploring. We used a pussy pump last night for the first time. We’ve had it for a bit and had not got around to using it. We used it while communicating through it together with both of our hands exploring… and YES, the mirror came out again. I guess if I write it, she will come!
The collective hour of sex together ended with each of us having incredible orgasms. For me it was by far the longest, most pleasurable orgasm that I can recall from a “PNV” session. Muffled noises creeped out of my puffed out cheeks for 10-15 seconds while containing the secrets behind our locked bedroom door.
Mr. G”
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