The dates shown indicate when I posted our story. I carried on for almost exactly 2 years.
I'm reposting for a couple of reasons. First there is a lot or writing here and it seems a shame to just let it go off into the ether since I allowed the thread to die quite a while ago. Second it gives context to the comments I make from time to time on other threads.
There are references to photos of Kate. I originally did all of this in the Hotties section.
I'm willing to share a few selected favorites. PM me with an email address.
7.25.11
Kate and I met 2 years before the Beatles broke up. We were high school sweethearts.
The visor shot is from a Polaroid I shot in 1975. It’s important because it was the first time I aimed a camera at her meaning to get some skin. I know, I’m slow.
Anyways, that isn’t a costume she’s wearing for the occasion. I looked out our bedroom window and she was scrapping an outdoor wood table and her top was just about to slip. I grabbed our camera and got her to turn and pull her top down just a little more. The shot of her wonderful bottom is from 4 or 5 years ago and the nipple shot is current.
7.27.11
Our story includes a little cheating, swapping, swinging, HW and more than a bit of light bondage. But first we were both virgins. It is enough to say that it went pretty slow since neither of us knew what we were doing and to tell the truth I don’t remember exactly where or when we really did it for the first time. I do remember that it took quite a while to get all around the bases and that she was very self conscious about how small her breasts were so it was easier skipping 2nd and going to 3rd.
These shots are again from that first day that I pulled out our Polaroid. We were 23 at the time. She insisted that I go outside while she came in and took one of me. Then we took it inside for both of us. I think the one with her hand in her shorts is my favorite shot of all time.
7.28.11
High school was pretty much Kate and I going ‘steady’. We would argue a lot, most likely about sex, but not always. Making up was always great. Our actual breakups were rare and I don’t exactly remember a specific one. One of the reasons I’m writing this is because it’s nice to think back about things. School had couples that were pretty much committed and we were one of them. I know this; every girl in the school basically treated me like I was married.
The older Kate got/gets the more adorable, pretty, confident she became/becomes. Just about the end of high school she got a part time job, serving hamburgers & ice cream at the Dairy Queen. This was the first time that she was alone, as not in high school, and surrounded by guys. They noticed her, and she enjoyed the attention. This was not one of those hotwife anxiety type times for me. This was straight out competition and I didn’t like it one bit. The policy was that boyfriends, even if they bought food, weren’t really encouraged by the owner. Any other guys could hang around. This was tough. Kind of like the time just a year or so after that she was part of her girlfriend’s wedding party and I wasn't invited. I can honestly claim that I am a ‘wedding crasher.’
Next time, Kate’s roommate at college. Or as I called it ‘hippy summer camp.’
About Kate - reprised
Re: About Kate - reprised
8.3.11
The end of high school was as it should have been, except I didn’t graduate.
I had had an argument with my father and walked out of the house. A mile down the road my best friend told his mom that I was moving in.
I kept going to school but only passed the subjects that I liked. I had to stay behind to get my diploma while all my friends, and especially Kate, went on to college. I could write a 5,000-word essay on how this hurt like a wound.
But I won’t.
Kate, being artistic, went to a design college. She lived in residence and had a roommate. We recently had a reunion with her after 25 years. Her comment was that she and Kate were the school Hotties. I can’t disagree.
Eventually I was living with Kate her roommate and 2 other female art students during second year.
I was working Kate, was going to school. I had a motorcycle and I got to fiddle around with Kate’s roommate. Kate didn’t know. It didn’t happen often and when it did it was really just horizontal petting.
At the end of that year Kate moved back home for a few months until the next semester and I moved downtown with some friends. I was now driving a taxi and started university. Kate still with her room mate were finishing 3rd year living together in a funky one bedroom apartment The one bedroom was huge and they shared it. Kate, being Kate was meeting other guys. She liked one in particular and there wasn’t much I could do to keep her away from him
I was competing with the new guy.
She was so gorgeous. Blond pretty in a curly haired Joni Mitchell kind of way. She then met another guy, a friend of the first. She would still see me but I had to be cool. Eventually Kate decided it was too hard and wanted a clean break.
Just as she was finishing her 3rd year I left and went to the coast to stay with my way to cool older sister. I was bummed out and not very good company.
After about 5 weeks I had hitch-hiked north and was about to settle in as a newbie on a fishing boat when I decided fuck it I’m going back to school. I called her for the first time. She said she was just working on a letter to me saying that she was done with the other guys and was coming out to be with me. My heart sang. I told her to stay put and I hitched home.
We got an apartment. I got a job and it was a great summer.
For some reason, during that time, Kate’s roommate and her boyfriend needed a place to stay for 2-3 nights.
Before long I was kissing Kate’s roommate in the bedroom and Kate was being naughty in the living room. We had never done anything like this before. Nobody had discussed it. Kate is sitting next to me now and we can’t explain how this happened so organically. Anyway it did and before the stay was over we had had a wonderful swapping time that was to be repeated over the next couple of years. One nice memory was when Kate and I were lying down holding hands while both receiving head.
These photos are of a later evening where we took lots of Polaroid’s I have 3 and I would give my eyeteeth for the shots of Kate.
8.5.11
The answer is no.(The question was does she play with women. As I recall it was Sophie's friend Becky that asked)
Kate appreciates looking at women, and can get turned on by that, but playing isn’t something she would initiate.
The exception though is a nice little story. One of those situations where you are so close, and then nada.
I’ve mentioned that Kate’s roommate had a boyfriend. He was actually an instructor at the college. He had been Kate’s instructor as well. Anyway, they lived in a house on campus. There had been some kind of party, which included current students; staff and whatever graduates were around that day. Now remember I called this place “hippy summer camp.” It’s now 1974 and for those who weren’t there, a good portion of the 60’s actually happened in the 70’s. Things were winding down in the wee hours of the morning and we were all pretty buzzed.
What we didn’t know was that one of the other instructors and Kate’s roommate had been seriously flirting all evening. This left her pretty turned on.
Kate and I were crashing on foamies in the living room and were settling in. We had just turned off the light when we get this wonderful, horny naked visitor. She got down on the floor with us, under the covers, and started playing with Kate.
Now the thing about Kate is that she rarely initiates sex. It just isn’t on her mind. For years, if we aren’t already naked in bed and I start nuzzling her and ask if she wants to do it her response is “Lets go up stairs and see what happens.” The good news is that she is not hard to seduce and once there, she is happy to be there.
So her roommate is seducing Kate and I’m lying there holding my breath, this is a big development. And the phone rings. I jump to get it so as not to disturb the ladies but I didn’t have my thinking cap on. It was the other instructor, just as high as we were, and he obviously wanted to talk to Kate’s roommate. I should have ditched the call, told the girls that it was a wrong number and left the phone off the hook. Maybe if I had there would be a nice little story about what happened next, but I didn’t. Kate’s roommate took the call and our evening was over.
The only other time I remember Kate being sexual with another woman was at this mini orgy we attended. I won’t get into the details because I don’t really remember them very well but I do remember one girl’s comment.
Kate had obviously gone down on her (I missed it) because after I went down on her she said for the room to hear “Kate and Morgan eat pussy exactly the same way.” There was a smile on her face so I guess that was good.
The end of high school was as it should have been, except I didn’t graduate.
I had had an argument with my father and walked out of the house. A mile down the road my best friend told his mom that I was moving in.
I kept going to school but only passed the subjects that I liked. I had to stay behind to get my diploma while all my friends, and especially Kate, went on to college. I could write a 5,000-word essay on how this hurt like a wound.
But I won’t.
Kate, being artistic, went to a design college. She lived in residence and had a roommate. We recently had a reunion with her after 25 years. Her comment was that she and Kate were the school Hotties. I can’t disagree.
Eventually I was living with Kate her roommate and 2 other female art students during second year.
I was working Kate, was going to school. I had a motorcycle and I got to fiddle around with Kate’s roommate. Kate didn’t know. It didn’t happen often and when it did it was really just horizontal petting.
At the end of that year Kate moved back home for a few months until the next semester and I moved downtown with some friends. I was now driving a taxi and started university. Kate still with her room mate were finishing 3rd year living together in a funky one bedroom apartment The one bedroom was huge and they shared it. Kate, being Kate was meeting other guys. She liked one in particular and there wasn’t much I could do to keep her away from him
I was competing with the new guy.
She was so gorgeous. Blond pretty in a curly haired Joni Mitchell kind of way. She then met another guy, a friend of the first. She would still see me but I had to be cool. Eventually Kate decided it was too hard and wanted a clean break.
Just as she was finishing her 3rd year I left and went to the coast to stay with my way to cool older sister. I was bummed out and not very good company.
After about 5 weeks I had hitch-hiked north and was about to settle in as a newbie on a fishing boat when I decided fuck it I’m going back to school. I called her for the first time. She said she was just working on a letter to me saying that she was done with the other guys and was coming out to be with me. My heart sang. I told her to stay put and I hitched home.
We got an apartment. I got a job and it was a great summer.
For some reason, during that time, Kate’s roommate and her boyfriend needed a place to stay for 2-3 nights.
Before long I was kissing Kate’s roommate in the bedroom and Kate was being naughty in the living room. We had never done anything like this before. Nobody had discussed it. Kate is sitting next to me now and we can’t explain how this happened so organically. Anyway it did and before the stay was over we had had a wonderful swapping time that was to be repeated over the next couple of years. One nice memory was when Kate and I were lying down holding hands while both receiving head.
These photos are of a later evening where we took lots of Polaroid’s I have 3 and I would give my eyeteeth for the shots of Kate.
8.5.11
The answer is no.(The question was does she play with women. As I recall it was Sophie's friend Becky that asked)
Kate appreciates looking at women, and can get turned on by that, but playing isn’t something she would initiate.
The exception though is a nice little story. One of those situations where you are so close, and then nada.
I’ve mentioned that Kate’s roommate had a boyfriend. He was actually an instructor at the college. He had been Kate’s instructor as well. Anyway, they lived in a house on campus. There had been some kind of party, which included current students; staff and whatever graduates were around that day. Now remember I called this place “hippy summer camp.” It’s now 1974 and for those who weren’t there, a good portion of the 60’s actually happened in the 70’s. Things were winding down in the wee hours of the morning and we were all pretty buzzed.
What we didn’t know was that one of the other instructors and Kate’s roommate had been seriously flirting all evening. This left her pretty turned on.
Kate and I were crashing on foamies in the living room and were settling in. We had just turned off the light when we get this wonderful, horny naked visitor. She got down on the floor with us, under the covers, and started playing with Kate.
Now the thing about Kate is that she rarely initiates sex. It just isn’t on her mind. For years, if we aren’t already naked in bed and I start nuzzling her and ask if she wants to do it her response is “Lets go up stairs and see what happens.” The good news is that she is not hard to seduce and once there, she is happy to be there.
So her roommate is seducing Kate and I’m lying there holding my breath, this is a big development. And the phone rings. I jump to get it so as not to disturb the ladies but I didn’t have my thinking cap on. It was the other instructor, just as high as we were, and he obviously wanted to talk to Kate’s roommate. I should have ditched the call, told the girls that it was a wrong number and left the phone off the hook. Maybe if I had there would be a nice little story about what happened next, but I didn’t. Kate’s roommate took the call and our evening was over.
The only other time I remember Kate being sexual with another woman was at this mini orgy we attended. I won’t get into the details because I don’t really remember them very well but I do remember one girl’s comment.
Kate had obviously gone down on her (I missed it) because after I went down on her she said for the room to hear “Kate and Morgan eat pussy exactly the same way.” There was a smile on her face so I guess that was good.
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Re: About Kate - reprised
Thank you.
Re: About Kate - reprised
8.12.11
I got something wrong here.
Between Kate’s second and third year she didn’t move back home for the summer. She got a job in a craft shop/gallery in a small resort town about 2 hours away and I was driving taxi in the city.
She had been pretty good about keeping me in the dark while she was at school. During her first year she met a fellow who was becoming a jeweler. I’m not exactly sure when she first fucked him, but she would see him all the time at school. It was a very small place. I think that not much happened until the end of second year. Remember I was living with her and her roommate and 2 other girls going to school. One of the other girls had become good friends with a gay guy. He was very good looking along the lines of Jim Morrison. Although he was cool about it I could tell that he had his eye on me. Nothing came of that but I do remember that he slept over now and then and one morning he was horsing around with one of the girls. She was on the bed reading Tarot cards, and during s scuffle the blankets were pulled off. He had a very nice erection. He was a nice guy. I have no idea what happened to him. I hope AIDS didn’t get him.
Anyway, by the end of second year I knew about the jeweler. And damned if he wasn’t from the area where the resort town was.
Then she met yet another fellow. He did leather work and supplied the craft shop with belts, purses and whatever. I was asking Kate yesterday about how things went and it came out that there was yet another guy whose family had lived there forever. She had forgotten about him and I had no idea.
I made the trip on my motorcycle to see her maybe 3 or 4 times.
She was juggling 4 of us. Yesterday she had a wicked little smile on her face when she allowed how, “It was a pretty good summer.”
I knew that I had competition but I had no real idea what was going on.
There was one event though that is etched in my brain.
I had come for a visit. Kate had gone to take a bath. There was no shower.
She had been in there for quite a while and the water was running continuously. Finally I opened the door. It was an old claw foot tub. Kate’s blond curly hair, which was quite long and thick, was splayed out on the water while she had her feet up and the water was running on her clit. Her eyes were closed and she had no idea I was there. I watched her cum.
8.16.11
Skipping ahead a little.
I mentioned that Kate and I were at a mini orgy and that we both went down on the same girl at different times in the evening. She (the other girl) had a sister. In fact you usually found the sisters together.
The sisters were very interesting. While Kate was in third year I was living in the city with a buddy. My buddy and a friend of his rented a small plane to take to Florida for a vacation. They put an ad in the paper to find 1 or 2 others who would like to go and share expenses. This is how he met the sisters. When they took off he had just met them. Before their first stop he had fucked them both. I met one of the sisters the day of their return. I was sitting in the kitchen; He introduced me and sat down. She sat on one of his legs facing him and started rubbing her pussy on his leg. This was one uninhibited girl. It turns out that the sisters were just enterprising girls trying to make their way in the world. In other words they were ‘escorts.’ Everyone needs friends outside of work. The sisters became attached to our group.
One of the sisters was slim and pretty smart. The other one was prettier but not so slim. They were a force of nature. Although I never witnessed it I believed them when they stated that they would occasionally make out with each other.
After I returned from the coast and reunited with Kate I went to visit my old roommate. The slimmer sister, the one who rode his leg was now living there with him. I knew he wouldn’t be home. When she figured out that I had come to see her and that I came commando she was very pleased and we fucked for the first time. She liked the idea that I came expecting to do just that. Later we went out for some food. As we were leaving the café she went to the washroom. I later told her that I darned near slipped in with her to do the nasty again. She was disappointed that I didn’t.
Anyway she and I had now broken the ice so to speak. Kate knew about this eventually, but it wasn’t really a big deal.
The reason I’m going on about this is that after a few months the sister started seeing another friend of ours. He was a photographer. We were out somewhere and finished up the evening at the sister’s new apartment. Somehow I ended up on the couch in the living room with the sister and Kate and the photographer got together for the first time in the bedroom. He and Kate and I saw each other often and although there wasn’t sex every time it became part of our dynamic. He was her FB. I never felt any anxiety but it did turn me on. He took these photos.
I got something wrong here.
Between Kate’s second and third year she didn’t move back home for the summer. She got a job in a craft shop/gallery in a small resort town about 2 hours away and I was driving taxi in the city.
She had been pretty good about keeping me in the dark while she was at school. During her first year she met a fellow who was becoming a jeweler. I’m not exactly sure when she first fucked him, but she would see him all the time at school. It was a very small place. I think that not much happened until the end of second year. Remember I was living with her and her roommate and 2 other girls going to school. One of the other girls had become good friends with a gay guy. He was very good looking along the lines of Jim Morrison. Although he was cool about it I could tell that he had his eye on me. Nothing came of that but I do remember that he slept over now and then and one morning he was horsing around with one of the girls. She was on the bed reading Tarot cards, and during s scuffle the blankets were pulled off. He had a very nice erection. He was a nice guy. I have no idea what happened to him. I hope AIDS didn’t get him.
Anyway, by the end of second year I knew about the jeweler. And damned if he wasn’t from the area where the resort town was.
Then she met yet another fellow. He did leather work and supplied the craft shop with belts, purses and whatever. I was asking Kate yesterday about how things went and it came out that there was yet another guy whose family had lived there forever. She had forgotten about him and I had no idea.
I made the trip on my motorcycle to see her maybe 3 or 4 times.
She was juggling 4 of us. Yesterday she had a wicked little smile on her face when she allowed how, “It was a pretty good summer.”
I knew that I had competition but I had no real idea what was going on.
There was one event though that is etched in my brain.
I had come for a visit. Kate had gone to take a bath. There was no shower.
She had been in there for quite a while and the water was running continuously. Finally I opened the door. It was an old claw foot tub. Kate’s blond curly hair, which was quite long and thick, was splayed out on the water while she had her feet up and the water was running on her clit. Her eyes were closed and she had no idea I was there. I watched her cum.
8.16.11
Skipping ahead a little.
I mentioned that Kate and I were at a mini orgy and that we both went down on the same girl at different times in the evening. She (the other girl) had a sister. In fact you usually found the sisters together.
The sisters were very interesting. While Kate was in third year I was living in the city with a buddy. My buddy and a friend of his rented a small plane to take to Florida for a vacation. They put an ad in the paper to find 1 or 2 others who would like to go and share expenses. This is how he met the sisters. When they took off he had just met them. Before their first stop he had fucked them both. I met one of the sisters the day of their return. I was sitting in the kitchen; He introduced me and sat down. She sat on one of his legs facing him and started rubbing her pussy on his leg. This was one uninhibited girl. It turns out that the sisters were just enterprising girls trying to make their way in the world. In other words they were ‘escorts.’ Everyone needs friends outside of work. The sisters became attached to our group.
One of the sisters was slim and pretty smart. The other one was prettier but not so slim. They were a force of nature. Although I never witnessed it I believed them when they stated that they would occasionally make out with each other.
After I returned from the coast and reunited with Kate I went to visit my old roommate. The slimmer sister, the one who rode his leg was now living there with him. I knew he wouldn’t be home. When she figured out that I had come to see her and that I came commando she was very pleased and we fucked for the first time. She liked the idea that I came expecting to do just that. Later we went out for some food. As we were leaving the café she went to the washroom. I later told her that I darned near slipped in with her to do the nasty again. She was disappointed that I didn’t.
Anyway she and I had now broken the ice so to speak. Kate knew about this eventually, but it wasn’t really a big deal.
The reason I’m going on about this is that after a few months the sister started seeing another friend of ours. He was a photographer. We were out somewhere and finished up the evening at the sister’s new apartment. Somehow I ended up on the couch in the living room with the sister and Kate and the photographer got together for the first time in the bedroom. He and Kate and I saw each other often and although there wasn’t sex every time it became part of our dynamic. He was her FB. I never felt any anxiety but it did turn me on. He took these photos.
Re: About Kate - reprised
Kate and I watched 'Almost Famous' on Netflix last night. It's a good movie set in 1973. We were 21 then. Kate Hudson's character is Penny Lane. Although my Kate has a slimmer face in many other ways she was just like Penny Lane. Especially the hair.
8.21.11
I remember a particular night very well.
The photographer, Kate & I were buddies.
At this point we all worked downtown and would go out for dinner often.
The phone would ring at the end of the workday and it would be him. All he would say is,
“mmmm…spicy shrimp.”
There were lots of hole in the wall Chinese restaurants and we enjoyed discovering them. You knew you had a good one when the menu, often written on a blackboard, was all in Chinese.
His studio was in a converted industrial building right downtown near the majestic old railway hotel.
Although he was an excellent photographer he rented out the space and his equipment as well to other professionals.
He had a kitchen installed, and bathroom with shower.
This meant food could be prepared and shot and models would have a place to get ready etc. It also meant that he could live there pretty easily. His bedroom wasn’t obvious but we put it to good use this evening. Kate had her first DP that night.
He shot 4 rolls of black and white film.
All I have are 2 contact sheets. These images are scanned and blown up so that is why the quality is not the greatest but I'm still very grateful to have them. It was 1979.
8.28.11
The previous post about The Photographer actually moved past other stuff that had happened, but I wanted to introduce him since there are a few more photos from that night.
There was a very nice evening with Kate’s roommate and The Instructor. We were living in a small brick home on a dead end street. The houses were pretty close together, maybe 10 on each side. At the end of the street there was a barrier and then the land fell away to a small ravine, which in turn opened up to more ravine and a river. There was a golf course down there.
Kate’s roommate and her boyfriend were over for dinner and afterwards we went for a walk down to the ravine and the golf course. It was a warm night and by now it was dark. We all just got naked and started running around. There didn’t seem to be anyone else about and we eventually got around to sex. Actually it was all about sex, but at first it was cavorting. Then we got more horizontal.
I kind of lost track of Kate and The Instructor while Kate’s roommate and I fucked on one of the greens. I can assure you though that Kate fucked as well.
We both have fond thoughts about that night.
The ravine played a roll earlier in Kate’s sex life as well. While I was at the coast not knowing if I would ever see Kate again she was dating the Jeweler and yet another fellow who she met through The Jeweler. He was a TV cameraman. I kind of knew all this. What I didn’t know was that one of my best friends was making inroads as well. Kate and I knew him from high school. There was a small crowd of us. I call him The Hypocrite. Not to his face though. I love the guy; I just don’t like him very much.
He had been going steady for 2 or 3 years. His girlfriend had an apartment downtown. One evening Kate and The Hypocrite were out drinking and ended up at his girlfriend’s apartment when she was out of town. That was the first time they fucked.
The second and last time they were together with a few of our crowd and slipped out for a walk. They ended up at the golf course. Kate was wearing a long peasant type skirt and no panties. For Kate that was/is not usual. She doesn't generally have premeditated sex. (But on the other hand, any male who was respectful, in the right place, at the right time, had only to start nibbling on her neck.) The Hypocrite figured out the sign and they fucked sitting, and then leaning on a tree stump. I learned about all this maybe a year later. I have never let on to The Hypocrite that I know. It doesn't bother me really that Kate fucked him. But I am a little pissed at him fucking her. Under similar circumstances, if I had fucked his girlfriend, even if they were separated, it would have been considered the betrayal of the century.
8.21.11
I remember a particular night very well.
The photographer, Kate & I were buddies.
At this point we all worked downtown and would go out for dinner often.
The phone would ring at the end of the workday and it would be him. All he would say is,
“mmmm…spicy shrimp.”
There were lots of hole in the wall Chinese restaurants and we enjoyed discovering them. You knew you had a good one when the menu, often written on a blackboard, was all in Chinese.
His studio was in a converted industrial building right downtown near the majestic old railway hotel.
Although he was an excellent photographer he rented out the space and his equipment as well to other professionals.
He had a kitchen installed, and bathroom with shower.
This meant food could be prepared and shot and models would have a place to get ready etc. It also meant that he could live there pretty easily. His bedroom wasn’t obvious but we put it to good use this evening. Kate had her first DP that night.
He shot 4 rolls of black and white film.
All I have are 2 contact sheets. These images are scanned and blown up so that is why the quality is not the greatest but I'm still very grateful to have them. It was 1979.
8.28.11
The previous post about The Photographer actually moved past other stuff that had happened, but I wanted to introduce him since there are a few more photos from that night.
There was a very nice evening with Kate’s roommate and The Instructor. We were living in a small brick home on a dead end street. The houses were pretty close together, maybe 10 on each side. At the end of the street there was a barrier and then the land fell away to a small ravine, which in turn opened up to more ravine and a river. There was a golf course down there.
Kate’s roommate and her boyfriend were over for dinner and afterwards we went for a walk down to the ravine and the golf course. It was a warm night and by now it was dark. We all just got naked and started running around. There didn’t seem to be anyone else about and we eventually got around to sex. Actually it was all about sex, but at first it was cavorting. Then we got more horizontal.
I kind of lost track of Kate and The Instructor while Kate’s roommate and I fucked on one of the greens. I can assure you though that Kate fucked as well.
We both have fond thoughts about that night.
The ravine played a roll earlier in Kate’s sex life as well. While I was at the coast not knowing if I would ever see Kate again she was dating the Jeweler and yet another fellow who she met through The Jeweler. He was a TV cameraman. I kind of knew all this. What I didn’t know was that one of my best friends was making inroads as well. Kate and I knew him from high school. There was a small crowd of us. I call him The Hypocrite. Not to his face though. I love the guy; I just don’t like him very much.
He had been going steady for 2 or 3 years. His girlfriend had an apartment downtown. One evening Kate and The Hypocrite were out drinking and ended up at his girlfriend’s apartment when she was out of town. That was the first time they fucked.
The second and last time they were together with a few of our crowd and slipped out for a walk. They ended up at the golf course. Kate was wearing a long peasant type skirt and no panties. For Kate that was/is not usual. She doesn't generally have premeditated sex. (But on the other hand, any male who was respectful, in the right place, at the right time, had only to start nibbling on her neck.) The Hypocrite figured out the sign and they fucked sitting, and then leaning on a tree stump. I learned about all this maybe a year later. I have never let on to The Hypocrite that I know. It doesn't bother me really that Kate fucked him. But I am a little pissed at him fucking her. Under similar circumstances, if I had fucked his girlfriend, even if they were separated, it would have been considered the betrayal of the century.
Re: About Kate - reprised
9.19.11
When I was at the coast I was staying with my older (8 years) sister. She was at Haight & Ashbury before there was a Haight & Ashbury. The day I arrived unannounced I knocked on her apartment door and was greeted by a young woman that I didn't know. She led me up to the roof where my sister and 2 of her girlfriends were sunbathing in the nude. This was the first and only time I saw my sister naked. They had a spray bottle and were spritzing themselves when they got too hot. I had never seen this before, another first.
I was pretty much a mess over Kate and everyone knew it and encouraged me to move on. In particular were two male friends of my sister. One was a massage therapist and the other a psychologist. I remember more than one conversation about other fish in the sea, no big deal, move on, etc. They were all good people and I enjoyed meeting them and spending time there.
After I returned home to Kate 6 or 7 weeks later I found a cute little apartment downtown (she was living with her mother) and a pretty good job as a surveyor's assistant. Kate was working downtown, had a little time and money so decided to take a little holiday and went out to visit my sister by herself. There she met my sister's friends the massage guy and the psychologist. Within a very few hours Kate was receiving a massage and subsequently fucking. Within a few days she also fucked the psychologist. My sister knew all about this and never breathed a word to me about it. Like I said an original peace and love chick.
I have often found it ironic how these guys told me Kate was to be forgotten and then jumped her the first chance they got. Maybe ironic is they wrong word. Guys fuck pretty girls whenever they can, and Kate was always approachable.
Another incident of note while I was visiting my sister happened one evening when I went out to a club by myself. I was sitting alone drinking beer and eventually had to use the bathroom. As I stood up I noticed 2 girls sitting together.
After I came out I approached them and said something like "if we had been introduced then we would be sitting together. Hi, my name is Morgan" That was all it took and I was sitting with 2 pretty girls. We had a good time together and made a date to all go out the next night to a dance club.
My sister had a very cool white 1960 Thunderbird. The next night we pulled up to the club and I got out and walked in with a girl on each arm. I didn't mention one of them was black.
Afterwards we went back to my sister's apartment. I remember sitting on the couch leaning one way to kiss one girl and then leaning the other way to kiss the other one. Eventually the white girl said, "I know what you want, you want to make out with both of us together, well it isn't going to happen." That pretty much ended the night. Not being too stupid though I made a date with the black girl to go out together the next night.
We did just that. I picked her up at home in my sister's Thunderbird. Her mother wasn't terribly impressed. We got something to eat and went for a drive. Pretty soon we were parked and making out. I can still picture her skin. I'm colorblind so I can't properly describe it but was very warm and smooth. We went down on each other but didn't go all the way. It was a night that I remember with a smile. I dropped her off and we pretty much agreed that things weren’t going to go anywhere so we said goodbye.
I woke up the next morning, missing Kate and decided it was time to go. I started hitch hiking north.
10.1.11
I think I have mentioned that after I headed north I knocked around for a while and then decided to go back home and start college. I called Kate who at this point I hadn’t spoken to for about 5 weeks. I don’t know what I expected from the call. To my surprise she informed me that she was at that moment writing me a letter to say she would come to the coast to be with me. I told her stay put and began hitching home.
It is about 3,000 miles from where I was and I had various adventures that I won’t recount here. It was the summer of 1974. We have been a solid couple since then and I don’t remember ever going to bed angry.
Over the years since then we have stayed at various hotels like couples do. For us it has always been romantic and naughty, a great combination.
One small event though will always be etched in my brain.
If you have never been to Vancouver then put it on your bucket list Becky. We were recently there and drove by the Sylvia Hotel, where we stayed many years ago. It is a small place about 60 years old or so, I don’t really know. It is located on English Bay, which puts it on the edge of downtown. There is a road in front and on the other side after the sidewalk is a park/beach.
You really know when you are on vacation when you go for lunch and drink enough wine that there really is no option but an afternoon nap before dinner. Before the nap is the slightly buzzed hotel sex.
Kate likes to put something sexy on for me while I amuse myself doing whatever. In this case I went looking for a portable radio/cassette player. It wasn’t hard to find and I was at the room about 20 minutes after her. When I came in the door Kate was kneeling on the windowsill in her lingerie with her breasts out, pushed against the window and masturbating. Our room was on the 3rd floor facing the road, 2 sidewalks and the beach. If you knew Kate then you would know that this is so out of character that nothing even approaching this kind of exhibitionism had happened before or since. I will let your imagination fill in the rest.
Below are some hotel memories. Notice in the last one the nipple clamps and chain.
10.15.11
We were married in 1977. Our wedding was small informal and a lot of fun. We rented a function room with a massive balcony at a very nice hotel. About 60 guests were invited. It was really more like a cocktail party than a traditional wedding. At the designated time the music changed, the minister and I took up our positions and Kate entered the room in her wedding dress that she made. Our guests parted, still holding their drinks and she walked across the room. The ceremony was short but special to us, and then the party continued. I think we spent $600. which included a room in the hotel.
Kate’s roommate was there, the photographer and the sisters, who didn’t wear panties and caused a stir, like usual.
Much later in the night we had about 10 people in our hotel room, just winding down. Kate’s roommate and the photographer hooked up for the first time and left for his loft downtown.
Eventually Kate and I were alone. She wanted me to remember the night specifically so she came prepared with some restraints, tied me up and had her way with me. This had never happened before and hasn't since. I still remember.
When I was at the coast I was staying with my older (8 years) sister. She was at Haight & Ashbury before there was a Haight & Ashbury. The day I arrived unannounced I knocked on her apartment door and was greeted by a young woman that I didn't know. She led me up to the roof where my sister and 2 of her girlfriends were sunbathing in the nude. This was the first and only time I saw my sister naked. They had a spray bottle and were spritzing themselves when they got too hot. I had never seen this before, another first.
I was pretty much a mess over Kate and everyone knew it and encouraged me to move on. In particular were two male friends of my sister. One was a massage therapist and the other a psychologist. I remember more than one conversation about other fish in the sea, no big deal, move on, etc. They were all good people and I enjoyed meeting them and spending time there.
After I returned home to Kate 6 or 7 weeks later I found a cute little apartment downtown (she was living with her mother) and a pretty good job as a surveyor's assistant. Kate was working downtown, had a little time and money so decided to take a little holiday and went out to visit my sister by herself. There she met my sister's friends the massage guy and the psychologist. Within a very few hours Kate was receiving a massage and subsequently fucking. Within a few days she also fucked the psychologist. My sister knew all about this and never breathed a word to me about it. Like I said an original peace and love chick.
I have often found it ironic how these guys told me Kate was to be forgotten and then jumped her the first chance they got. Maybe ironic is they wrong word. Guys fuck pretty girls whenever they can, and Kate was always approachable.
Another incident of note while I was visiting my sister happened one evening when I went out to a club by myself. I was sitting alone drinking beer and eventually had to use the bathroom. As I stood up I noticed 2 girls sitting together.
After I came out I approached them and said something like "if we had been introduced then we would be sitting together. Hi, my name is Morgan" That was all it took and I was sitting with 2 pretty girls. We had a good time together and made a date to all go out the next night to a dance club.
My sister had a very cool white 1960 Thunderbird. The next night we pulled up to the club and I got out and walked in with a girl on each arm. I didn't mention one of them was black.
Afterwards we went back to my sister's apartment. I remember sitting on the couch leaning one way to kiss one girl and then leaning the other way to kiss the other one. Eventually the white girl said, "I know what you want, you want to make out with both of us together, well it isn't going to happen." That pretty much ended the night. Not being too stupid though I made a date with the black girl to go out together the next night.
We did just that. I picked her up at home in my sister's Thunderbird. Her mother wasn't terribly impressed. We got something to eat and went for a drive. Pretty soon we were parked and making out. I can still picture her skin. I'm colorblind so I can't properly describe it but was very warm and smooth. We went down on each other but didn't go all the way. It was a night that I remember with a smile. I dropped her off and we pretty much agreed that things weren’t going to go anywhere so we said goodbye.
I woke up the next morning, missing Kate and decided it was time to go. I started hitch hiking north.
10.1.11
I think I have mentioned that after I headed north I knocked around for a while and then decided to go back home and start college. I called Kate who at this point I hadn’t spoken to for about 5 weeks. I don’t know what I expected from the call. To my surprise she informed me that she was at that moment writing me a letter to say she would come to the coast to be with me. I told her stay put and began hitching home.
It is about 3,000 miles from where I was and I had various adventures that I won’t recount here. It was the summer of 1974. We have been a solid couple since then and I don’t remember ever going to bed angry.
Over the years since then we have stayed at various hotels like couples do. For us it has always been romantic and naughty, a great combination.
One small event though will always be etched in my brain.
If you have never been to Vancouver then put it on your bucket list Becky. We were recently there and drove by the Sylvia Hotel, where we stayed many years ago. It is a small place about 60 years old or so, I don’t really know. It is located on English Bay, which puts it on the edge of downtown. There is a road in front and on the other side after the sidewalk is a park/beach.
You really know when you are on vacation when you go for lunch and drink enough wine that there really is no option but an afternoon nap before dinner. Before the nap is the slightly buzzed hotel sex.
Kate likes to put something sexy on for me while I amuse myself doing whatever. In this case I went looking for a portable radio/cassette player. It wasn’t hard to find and I was at the room about 20 minutes after her. When I came in the door Kate was kneeling on the windowsill in her lingerie with her breasts out, pushed against the window and masturbating. Our room was on the 3rd floor facing the road, 2 sidewalks and the beach. If you knew Kate then you would know that this is so out of character that nothing even approaching this kind of exhibitionism had happened before or since. I will let your imagination fill in the rest.
Below are some hotel memories. Notice in the last one the nipple clamps and chain.
10.15.11
We were married in 1977. Our wedding was small informal and a lot of fun. We rented a function room with a massive balcony at a very nice hotel. About 60 guests were invited. It was really more like a cocktail party than a traditional wedding. At the designated time the music changed, the minister and I took up our positions and Kate entered the room in her wedding dress that she made. Our guests parted, still holding their drinks and she walked across the room. The ceremony was short but special to us, and then the party continued. I think we spent $600. which included a room in the hotel.
Kate’s roommate was there, the photographer and the sisters, who didn’t wear panties and caused a stir, like usual.
Much later in the night we had about 10 people in our hotel room, just winding down. Kate’s roommate and the photographer hooked up for the first time and left for his loft downtown.
Eventually Kate and I were alone. She wanted me to remember the night specifically so she came prepared with some restraints, tied me up and had her way with me. This had never happened before and hasn't since. I still remember.
Re: About Kate - reprised
11.13.11
Just around when Kate and I got married I remember being with a buddy in New York. We were out for dinner with his family and I was a tag a long. His sister was very nice in a girl next-door kind of way. Her girlfriend was there as well and somehow the conversation at our end of the table came around to Plato’s Retreat, which was getting some attention in the media.
Both of the girls got squirmy and giggly at the same time. It was fun to watch them try to have this conversation with parents at the table.
When I got home I mentioned to Kate that we maybe should look into the local swinger scene in our area. She didn’t say no, which I took as a yes.
It didn’t take long before I heard about a place about an hour from where we lived. It was an on premises club kind of in the country. You had to join the club, which provided cash flow for the owners as well as satisfied the local liquor laws. They couldn’t charge and serve their own alcohol but you could bring your own, leave it at the bar and get served from it. Besides the bar there was a decent indoor pool, 2 hot tubs, pool tables, dance floor and various rooms for playing.
We had no idea the first time we went how things worked so we got a drink danced a bit and hung around the pool tables. It didn’t take long before Kate was getting some attention and she fairly quickly was dancing with this other fellow. Kate likes to dance, is very fun to watch and it turns her on in the right circumstances. It really wasn’t long before she was led willingly off the dance floor to one of the play areas.
Not sure of the etiquette I just watched them go. Now that I was on my own it seemed like a good idea to get in one of the hot tubs. I loved the change room, mostly because there really wasn’t one. There were a bunch of lockers in a wide hall and everyone just got undressed pretty much in public.
We visited different swinger locations over a 2 or 3-year time frame at the end of the seventies beginning of the eighties. We didn’t have any rules of engagement so to speak and only really met one other couple that we would play with as a foursome. Generally we would arrive at the club or at one of the two private residence locations that we went to and Kate would pretty quickly attract the attention of some lucky guy and disappear for a while. Obviously I was left on my own a fair bit. I had fun but not as much interaction as Kate.
The problem now is that she has never put nearly as much intellectual effort into her sexuality as I have (into mine and hers) and subsequently has a hard time remembering specific interactions at these events. She knows she was there, got fucked and had a good time but that is about it. To be fair this was 30 years ago and I can’t exactly remember specifics either, but there are snippets that I can relate.
One time we sort of hooked up with another couple and headed into a play area and it became pretty obvious that Kate was who they were interested in and I was a distraction. I was asked to leave, and I did. I suppose I could have insisted that Kate leave with me and I’m sure she would have, but I didn’t. I could tell that the female/girl/woman (I have trouble with the exactly right word in this situation) had eyes for Kate and since this type of play would never be initiated by Kate it turned me on and I didn’t want to interrupt. The problem now is that Kate doesn’t remember the episode, so I can’t relate what happened.
Another time, very soon after we arrived at a house party a woman approached me and told me I looked exactly like her son. Her husband agreed. Later the host called everyone’s attention and had us all gather in a crowd for a raffle or something. The woman was there at the edge of about 30 people standing up in a dimly lit room and her husband was not in sight.
I came up behind her and started raising her dress. She looked back, saw who it was, smiled and stuck out her bum a bit. I had her panties down a little and slipped my hand in. She was very wet. Nobody noticed. With my other hand I felt her breasts while she reached back and finished getting me hard through my pants. I remember this vividly, but can’t remember what happened next. We did not screw. I do remember that.
The first photo is from around 1990. The hair clip on her nipple was something that she started doing on her own. I love the way her panties are pulled tight. The second shot is from 5 years ago.
Just around when Kate and I got married I remember being with a buddy in New York. We were out for dinner with his family and I was a tag a long. His sister was very nice in a girl next-door kind of way. Her girlfriend was there as well and somehow the conversation at our end of the table came around to Plato’s Retreat, which was getting some attention in the media.
Both of the girls got squirmy and giggly at the same time. It was fun to watch them try to have this conversation with parents at the table.
When I got home I mentioned to Kate that we maybe should look into the local swinger scene in our area. She didn’t say no, which I took as a yes.
It didn’t take long before I heard about a place about an hour from where we lived. It was an on premises club kind of in the country. You had to join the club, which provided cash flow for the owners as well as satisfied the local liquor laws. They couldn’t charge and serve their own alcohol but you could bring your own, leave it at the bar and get served from it. Besides the bar there was a decent indoor pool, 2 hot tubs, pool tables, dance floor and various rooms for playing.
We had no idea the first time we went how things worked so we got a drink danced a bit and hung around the pool tables. It didn’t take long before Kate was getting some attention and she fairly quickly was dancing with this other fellow. Kate likes to dance, is very fun to watch and it turns her on in the right circumstances. It really wasn’t long before she was led willingly off the dance floor to one of the play areas.
Not sure of the etiquette I just watched them go. Now that I was on my own it seemed like a good idea to get in one of the hot tubs. I loved the change room, mostly because there really wasn’t one. There were a bunch of lockers in a wide hall and everyone just got undressed pretty much in public.
We visited different swinger locations over a 2 or 3-year time frame at the end of the seventies beginning of the eighties. We didn’t have any rules of engagement so to speak and only really met one other couple that we would play with as a foursome. Generally we would arrive at the club or at one of the two private residence locations that we went to and Kate would pretty quickly attract the attention of some lucky guy and disappear for a while. Obviously I was left on my own a fair bit. I had fun but not as much interaction as Kate.
The problem now is that she has never put nearly as much intellectual effort into her sexuality as I have (into mine and hers) and subsequently has a hard time remembering specific interactions at these events. She knows she was there, got fucked and had a good time but that is about it. To be fair this was 30 years ago and I can’t exactly remember specifics either, but there are snippets that I can relate.
One time we sort of hooked up with another couple and headed into a play area and it became pretty obvious that Kate was who they were interested in and I was a distraction. I was asked to leave, and I did. I suppose I could have insisted that Kate leave with me and I’m sure she would have, but I didn’t. I could tell that the female/girl/woman (I have trouble with the exactly right word in this situation) had eyes for Kate and since this type of play would never be initiated by Kate it turned me on and I didn’t want to interrupt. The problem now is that Kate doesn’t remember the episode, so I can’t relate what happened.
Another time, very soon after we arrived at a house party a woman approached me and told me I looked exactly like her son. Her husband agreed. Later the host called everyone’s attention and had us all gather in a crowd for a raffle or something. The woman was there at the edge of about 30 people standing up in a dimly lit room and her husband was not in sight.
I came up behind her and started raising her dress. She looked back, saw who it was, smiled and stuck out her bum a bit. I had her panties down a little and slipped my hand in. She was very wet. Nobody noticed. With my other hand I felt her breasts while she reached back and finished getting me hard through my pants. I remember this vividly, but can’t remember what happened next. We did not screw. I do remember that.
The first photo is from around 1990. The hair clip on her nipple was something that she started doing on her own. I love the way her panties are pulled tight. The second shot is from 5 years ago.
Re: About Kate - reprised
2.20.12
Somewhere around 1981 or so the large on premises club that we enjoyed occasionally was raided by the police. Patrons were forced to stay in whatever activity room they were in so nobody was able to get dressed etc.
Fortunately we weren’t there that night. Charges of keeping a common bawdy house and lewd behavior were laid and probably others that I don’t remember. The club never opened again and Kate wasn’t going near the scene anywhere else again.
It was the owner’s fault really. There had been a tiny bit of press about the place and he encouraged more, did interviews and generally raised the profile of the place. As soon as it was in the mainstream press the cops really had no choice in the matter since they could no longer turn a blind eye.
This series of photos are captured from a video file.
I will often wake Kate up in the morning by sitting on the end of the bed, facing away from her and rubbing her feet. After a while I will slide my fingers up the inside of her legs, touching as lightly as possible. I don’t touch her pussy but get very close, her reaction is electric.
These photos are captures from a video file that I made a couple of months ago
We hadn't videoed like this before and Kate didn't realize that the camera was on. I had it set up on a tripod and she thought we would do some pics later so she ignored it. It wasn't until a few days after that I showed the clip to her, which obviously was a surprise. She was very pleased with the result and I expect we will do more.
The photos are pretty self explanatory except maybe the second one. She has always enjoyed serious attention to her nipples. Usually I will suck on one while tweaking the other. This can go on for up to 20 minutes during which time, from her responses, I sometimes think she might have an orgasm. No such luck but it certainly gets her motor running. At times it is shocking how hard I can pinch them while she just moans for more. After being together for a little more than 44 years we only recently discovered that she really gets off on me playing with both her nipples while kissing and flicking my tongue on her chest between her breasts, so that is what you see in the second shot.
5.12.12
Back in October I mentioned that Kate had tied me up on our wedding night.
We started playing with restraint very gently in the early 80’s. We were messing around in Kate’s studio, which was part of a studio/gallery that we had on a major street downtown. Occasionally we would pull down the blinds in the back room and play. It was fun. Our gallery was very visible in the theatre district, quite close to the photographer’s loft. People would always be on the street and normally it was very easy to look in and see what was going on. To be naked and able to hear people coming and going to the restaurants galleries and theatres was very naughty and would get her juices flowing.
One time I took a piece of yarn and tied two pieces to her nipples. Kate’s breasts were small but her nipples were always very easy to get a hold of. Naturally when you have a girl’s nipples tied to a piece of yarn you pull on it. She liked this very much and we have variations many times. One that I like is to take a string of solder and start wrapping it around her nipple, working towards her breast. The effect is something like you see in old National Graphic Magazine of the African women with rings around their neck, stretching it out. The effect on Kate was always heightened by tying her hands behind her back.
Another time, from out of the blue, she mentioned that it would be neat if we had some type of table that she could lie face down on that had holes cut for her breasts. Well I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone that I liked this idea. I had a rough workshop in another location downtown that Kate never went to. I started designing and building just such a table. I made a hole for her face like a massage table and put padding around the holes for her breasts and her forehead. I also cut a large ‘V’ so I could have access to her pussy.
It was really a large piece of plywood that sat on a couple of sawhorses. It wasn’t hard to sneak it into the gallery for one of our after hour play sessions. I blindfolded her and quickly set up the table. Once I started getting her on the table she realized what was going on but we left the blindfold on for the extra charge that they always bring. As soon as she was in position I took some pieces of fabric that I had ready and used an electric staple gun to very quickly and comfortably pin her down. She was dripping on the floor. We had fun.
It wasn’t until about 15 years later when I gained real access to the Internet that I saw images of women with their breasts tied. What a concept. I knew this was for Kate.
Somewhere around 1981 or so the large on premises club that we enjoyed occasionally was raided by the police. Patrons were forced to stay in whatever activity room they were in so nobody was able to get dressed etc.
Fortunately we weren’t there that night. Charges of keeping a common bawdy house and lewd behavior were laid and probably others that I don’t remember. The club never opened again and Kate wasn’t going near the scene anywhere else again.
It was the owner’s fault really. There had been a tiny bit of press about the place and he encouraged more, did interviews and generally raised the profile of the place. As soon as it was in the mainstream press the cops really had no choice in the matter since they could no longer turn a blind eye.
This series of photos are captured from a video file.
I will often wake Kate up in the morning by sitting on the end of the bed, facing away from her and rubbing her feet. After a while I will slide my fingers up the inside of her legs, touching as lightly as possible. I don’t touch her pussy but get very close, her reaction is electric.
These photos are captures from a video file that I made a couple of months ago
We hadn't videoed like this before and Kate didn't realize that the camera was on. I had it set up on a tripod and she thought we would do some pics later so she ignored it. It wasn't until a few days after that I showed the clip to her, which obviously was a surprise. She was very pleased with the result and I expect we will do more.
The photos are pretty self explanatory except maybe the second one. She has always enjoyed serious attention to her nipples. Usually I will suck on one while tweaking the other. This can go on for up to 20 minutes during which time, from her responses, I sometimes think she might have an orgasm. No such luck but it certainly gets her motor running. At times it is shocking how hard I can pinch them while she just moans for more. After being together for a little more than 44 years we only recently discovered that she really gets off on me playing with both her nipples while kissing and flicking my tongue on her chest between her breasts, so that is what you see in the second shot.
5.12.12
Back in October I mentioned that Kate had tied me up on our wedding night.
We started playing with restraint very gently in the early 80’s. We were messing around in Kate’s studio, which was part of a studio/gallery that we had on a major street downtown. Occasionally we would pull down the blinds in the back room and play. It was fun. Our gallery was very visible in the theatre district, quite close to the photographer’s loft. People would always be on the street and normally it was very easy to look in and see what was going on. To be naked and able to hear people coming and going to the restaurants galleries and theatres was very naughty and would get her juices flowing.
One time I took a piece of yarn and tied two pieces to her nipples. Kate’s breasts were small but her nipples were always very easy to get a hold of. Naturally when you have a girl’s nipples tied to a piece of yarn you pull on it. She liked this very much and we have variations many times. One that I like is to take a string of solder and start wrapping it around her nipple, working towards her breast. The effect is something like you see in old National Graphic Magazine of the African women with rings around their neck, stretching it out. The effect on Kate was always heightened by tying her hands behind her back.
Another time, from out of the blue, she mentioned that it would be neat if we had some type of table that she could lie face down on that had holes cut for her breasts. Well I’m sure I don’t need to tell anyone that I liked this idea. I had a rough workshop in another location downtown that Kate never went to. I started designing and building just such a table. I made a hole for her face like a massage table and put padding around the holes for her breasts and her forehead. I also cut a large ‘V’ so I could have access to her pussy.
It was really a large piece of plywood that sat on a couple of sawhorses. It wasn’t hard to sneak it into the gallery for one of our after hour play sessions. I blindfolded her and quickly set up the table. Once I started getting her on the table she realized what was going on but we left the blindfold on for the extra charge that they always bring. As soon as she was in position I took some pieces of fabric that I had ready and used an electric staple gun to very quickly and comfortably pin her down. She was dripping on the floor. We had fun.
It wasn’t until about 15 years later when I gained real access to the Internet that I saw images of women with their breasts tied. What a concept. I knew this was for Kate.
Re: About Kate - reprised
10.29.12
One of our favorite ways to play is using a hammock. It's fun for straight out fucking but it can be used in conjunction with restraint. I started tying Kate up many years ago. When she tied me up on our wedding night in 1977 it was already part of our play.
There was one evening in particular that was different. Our son was home for the weekend from college and had taken one of our cars and gone out to see his friends. I had Kate in the hammock. Her wrists were tied in such a way that she could move them around but not really use them. Her ankles were bound as well using the hammock to keep them up and separated. I put clamps that were attached by a chain on her nipples and ran a small rope from one side of the hammock to the other that held up the chain. At his point our son came home with a couple of his friends.
Fortunately our bedroom is kind of separated from the kitchen area but I had to go and check out the kids and get an idea of what their plans were. There wasn’t time to get Kate untied and I figured that the kids weren’t going to be around long anyway. To keep Kate amused I took a small piece of light rope and put it in Kate’s hand and then draped it over her pussy. In this way she could flick her wrist, move the rope and tease herself. You can see that she liked her predicament.
1.5.13
When Kate was young her mother was a seamstress. Working from home she would often do the dresses for a whole wedding party. I have seen photos of a pretty little blond girl in wonderful party dresses and great Halloween costumes because of her mom’s skill. When she went to art school, Kate majored in textiles. I’m sure spending so much time in her mother’s sewing room had an influence on her choice of majors.
A little while ago we were going through a closet, deciding what to toss and what to give away. I pulled out something that reminded me of the textile master at the art college she attended in the early 70’s. This would not be the teacher that dated her roommate, and who Kate fucked many times, generally while I was fucking said roommate.
The textile master is/was a good guy. I asked if he had ever come onto her. She kind of scrunched up her nose thinking about it.
“No.”
“So you never fucked him?”
“Oh yeah, we fucked.” Just a little exasperated, I naturally asked for details. All she could remember was that it was in the house that he had on campus. She couldn’t answer how many times, and allowed that it could have been only once.
About 2 years after Kate graduated the textile master had a bit of a breakdown. Kate was asked if she could step in for him and finish the semester. So she did. He took off somewhere and we moved into his life.
Kate taught his classes, took care of his dog, lived in his house and even finished a commercial project that he had going on the side. His house was very comfortable and we enjoyed staying there. I remember listening to Michael Franks a lot and drinking Black Russians.
One evening the photographer came over for dinner. After the meal we were in the living room in front of a nice fire and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Too many of those Black Russians; I took myself to bed. This was after Kate and I were married so she and the photographer had fucked before. Surprise, surprise, they didn’t let the romantic atmosphere go to waste.
Kate is great at oral and she was showing off her skills. She had a nice little trick that I’m sure many of the ladies here have used themselves. Just before she wants to climb aboard she puts on a condom. First she gets it out, tears the plastic or foil with her teeth and rolls it down while still playing with his cock. The guy feels the same blowjob as before. If he doesn’t think he has a safe on then he probably won’t feel it either. It’s nice for him.
By all accounts they had a very nice time and when they were done he was surprised to find himself sheathed. I learned about all this the next morning, and naturally was disappointed not to be in on the fun.
I’ve mentioned before that we’ve played around with bondage. My favorite is tying up her breasts. Kate has nice thick nipples and when she is tied they puff out in a wonderful and very suckable way. I drive her to distraction by teasing them. I have tied them up with light rope many times.
With her experience in textiles, and being at her mother’s side while wedding and bridesmaid’s dresses were being made she is pretty much fearless with needle and thread. One day she made a surprise for me, a custom bra. She has it on in the first three photos taken around 2002. What she did was cut down a black bra and sewed in circle clamps. A circle clamp is just what it sounds like. Made of steel it forms a circle into itself and has a screw that when turned will tighten up the circle.
The last photo shows another surprise for me, created more recently. Because she doesn’t like the esthetic of rope she made sashes from raw silk. In this case she cut down an under wire bra and attached the sash. The effect being her tits are tied and very available while the under wire bra is cute and sexy. I took this shot a couple of weeks ago.
One of our favorite ways to play is using a hammock. It's fun for straight out fucking but it can be used in conjunction with restraint. I started tying Kate up many years ago. When she tied me up on our wedding night in 1977 it was already part of our play.
There was one evening in particular that was different. Our son was home for the weekend from college and had taken one of our cars and gone out to see his friends. I had Kate in the hammock. Her wrists were tied in such a way that she could move them around but not really use them. Her ankles were bound as well using the hammock to keep them up and separated. I put clamps that were attached by a chain on her nipples and ran a small rope from one side of the hammock to the other that held up the chain. At his point our son came home with a couple of his friends.
Fortunately our bedroom is kind of separated from the kitchen area but I had to go and check out the kids and get an idea of what their plans were. There wasn’t time to get Kate untied and I figured that the kids weren’t going to be around long anyway. To keep Kate amused I took a small piece of light rope and put it in Kate’s hand and then draped it over her pussy. In this way she could flick her wrist, move the rope and tease herself. You can see that she liked her predicament.
1.5.13
When Kate was young her mother was a seamstress. Working from home she would often do the dresses for a whole wedding party. I have seen photos of a pretty little blond girl in wonderful party dresses and great Halloween costumes because of her mom’s skill. When she went to art school, Kate majored in textiles. I’m sure spending so much time in her mother’s sewing room had an influence on her choice of majors.
A little while ago we were going through a closet, deciding what to toss and what to give away. I pulled out something that reminded me of the textile master at the art college she attended in the early 70’s. This would not be the teacher that dated her roommate, and who Kate fucked many times, generally while I was fucking said roommate.
The textile master is/was a good guy. I asked if he had ever come onto her. She kind of scrunched up her nose thinking about it.
“No.”
“So you never fucked him?”
“Oh yeah, we fucked.” Just a little exasperated, I naturally asked for details. All she could remember was that it was in the house that he had on campus. She couldn’t answer how many times, and allowed that it could have been only once.
About 2 years after Kate graduated the textile master had a bit of a breakdown. Kate was asked if she could step in for him and finish the semester. So she did. He took off somewhere and we moved into his life.
Kate taught his classes, took care of his dog, lived in his house and even finished a commercial project that he had going on the side. His house was very comfortable and we enjoyed staying there. I remember listening to Michael Franks a lot and drinking Black Russians.
One evening the photographer came over for dinner. After the meal we were in the living room in front of a nice fire and I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Too many of those Black Russians; I took myself to bed. This was after Kate and I were married so she and the photographer had fucked before. Surprise, surprise, they didn’t let the romantic atmosphere go to waste.
Kate is great at oral and she was showing off her skills. She had a nice little trick that I’m sure many of the ladies here have used themselves. Just before she wants to climb aboard she puts on a condom. First she gets it out, tears the plastic or foil with her teeth and rolls it down while still playing with his cock. The guy feels the same blowjob as before. If he doesn’t think he has a safe on then he probably won’t feel it either. It’s nice for him.
By all accounts they had a very nice time and when they were done he was surprised to find himself sheathed. I learned about all this the next morning, and naturally was disappointed not to be in on the fun.
I’ve mentioned before that we’ve played around with bondage. My favorite is tying up her breasts. Kate has nice thick nipples and when she is tied they puff out in a wonderful and very suckable way. I drive her to distraction by teasing them. I have tied them up with light rope many times.
With her experience in textiles, and being at her mother’s side while wedding and bridesmaid’s dresses were being made she is pretty much fearless with needle and thread. One day she made a surprise for me, a custom bra. She has it on in the first three photos taken around 2002. What she did was cut down a black bra and sewed in circle clamps. A circle clamp is just what it sounds like. Made of steel it forms a circle into itself and has a screw that when turned will tighten up the circle.
The last photo shows another surprise for me, created more recently. Because she doesn’t like the esthetic of rope she made sashes from raw silk. In this case she cut down an under wire bra and attached the sash. The effect being her tits are tied and very available while the under wire bra is cute and sexy. I took this shot a couple of weeks ago.
Re: About Kate - reprised
3.27.13
Although I don’t exactly remember I believe that Kate and I started fucking in 1969. It was such a slow process of getting truly into her pants so to speak that it is hard to remember certain milestones. For instance, the first time she sucked on my cock, don’t remember. First time I came in her mouth, don’t remember. First time I made her cum, don’t remember, although it could have been the first time she came at all. She doesn’t know either, but she wasn’t much into masturbation, that’s for sure.
But, I do remember the first time we had meaningful anal sex that left her wanting more. That was about a month ago. My cock had been in her ass 2 or 3 times before but it wasn’t good for her.
Once was a DP with the Photographer at his studio the night that the shots were taken, by him, in front of the mirror and posted earlier. By the way, I have more shots of that evening, but they are kind of redundant. The DP didn’t last long at all due to discomfort. Another time we had come home kinda drunk from a great night of dancing. Kate was horny and stripped quickly. Got on the bed on all fours and put her head down, and I just gave it to her. Unfortunately for the mood, I hit her ass by mistake.
Anyway, I had set up the hammock and Kate had dressed up for trouble. See the pic below with her on the table. We hadn’t discussed it but I have been paying more attention to her bum lately and used a small vibrator in her ass while I gave her head. She came. I then fucked her normally, both of us enjoying the way the hammock allows for different kinds of movement. She was playing with her clit and keening, but didn’t quite cum again. After about 20 minutes I pulled out and put some lube on her and me. Then I just rubbed my cock against her anus and applied a little pressure. She looked me in the eye but didn’t say anything. I pushed a little harder and she still didn’t say anything. I pushed some more and the head of my cock slipped in. Her eyes widened, but still said nothing.
At this point I started doing the male version of kegel exercises and just kept it up while pushing gently. Eventually I was all the way in. It was wonderful.
Although, truth be told, Kate’s vagina is very tight and it didn’t feel much different. We continued for about 5 minutes and she asked me to stop.
Later I asked if she hurt at all. She said no. I asked if she would like to do it again. She said yes.
Although I don’t exactly remember I believe that Kate and I started fucking in 1969. It was such a slow process of getting truly into her pants so to speak that it is hard to remember certain milestones. For instance, the first time she sucked on my cock, don’t remember. First time I came in her mouth, don’t remember. First time I made her cum, don’t remember, although it could have been the first time she came at all. She doesn’t know either, but she wasn’t much into masturbation, that’s for sure.
But, I do remember the first time we had meaningful anal sex that left her wanting more. That was about a month ago. My cock had been in her ass 2 or 3 times before but it wasn’t good for her.
Once was a DP with the Photographer at his studio the night that the shots were taken, by him, in front of the mirror and posted earlier. By the way, I have more shots of that evening, but they are kind of redundant. The DP didn’t last long at all due to discomfort. Another time we had come home kinda drunk from a great night of dancing. Kate was horny and stripped quickly. Got on the bed on all fours and put her head down, and I just gave it to her. Unfortunately for the mood, I hit her ass by mistake.
Anyway, I had set up the hammock and Kate had dressed up for trouble. See the pic below with her on the table. We hadn’t discussed it but I have been paying more attention to her bum lately and used a small vibrator in her ass while I gave her head. She came. I then fucked her normally, both of us enjoying the way the hammock allows for different kinds of movement. She was playing with her clit and keening, but didn’t quite cum again. After about 20 minutes I pulled out and put some lube on her and me. Then I just rubbed my cock against her anus and applied a little pressure. She looked me in the eye but didn’t say anything. I pushed a little harder and she still didn’t say anything. I pushed some more and the head of my cock slipped in. Her eyes widened, but still said nothing.
At this point I started doing the male version of kegel exercises and just kept it up while pushing gently. Eventually I was all the way in. It was wonderful.
Although, truth be told, Kate’s vagina is very tight and it didn’t feel much different. We continued for about 5 minutes and she asked me to stop.
Later I asked if she hurt at all. She said no. I asked if she would like to do it again. She said yes.
Re: About Kate - reprised
Kate and I started going steady 47 years ago today.
6.11.13
I mentioned earlier that Kate tied me up on our wedding night. Her thinking was that she wanted me to remember that night specifically. It worked pretty well. She didn't restrain me up again for 35 years.
Over the years we have developed different ways of getting it on. Or maybe I should say different ways of beginning to get it on.
When a beautiful girl is naked in bed next you every night it's pretty easy to just reach out, especially when you have that morning wood. Other times we might be in the kitchen and I start nibbling on her neck and suggest that we go upstairs. Invariably her response would be along the line of,
"Well we can go and see what happens."
It was and still is very rare that she doesn't respond, but she just needs to be warmed up. In the very early days, when Kate and I were first learning about sex it often started out with a back scratch. She was never anxious for lovemaking and had to be seduced pretty much every time. When I offered to scratch her back she knew where we were going to end up, or at least what I had in mind, but it was a process that had to happen in order.
As a couple gets older there can also be appointment sex. I have come to believe that probably the best time too actually get at it is when you are making the appointment. That is if you are in the same room together. The best appointment sex, for us I think, is the implied appointment. Hotel sex is like this. Whatever the reason you are in the hotel, there is probably going to be good sex. In this situation we have worked out our own pattern. This usually means I get lost for an hour or so while she gets ready, with a warm shower, a little primping and an outfit that is not expected to stay on her very long. This same routine is often followed when we are not away from home. On an irregular basis it is decided that we are going to play and that Kate is going to prepare for our assignation. Often this is when I have been away from the house and it is expected that I will return at a specific time. Naturally, in either situation I am not present to watch her get ready.
So on my 60th birthday we are alone in our bedroom late in the afternoon and Kate begins getting out thigh high stockings, a bra with the nipples cut out, crotch less panties etc. Not being a dummy I figure what is going on and comment that I pretty much never get to watch this transformation. Her response was,
"Oh well you won't be seeing it for long." This kind of just went by me.
Once she was ready she undressed me, took me by the cock and led me to our home office just outside our bedroom and had me sit in an old chair that is comfy in kind of a staid way. Before I really knew what she had in mind she pulled out some silk scarves, that were left there for this occasion, and began to tie me to the arms on the chair. Then she tied my ankles to the chair legs. In the back of my mind I was starting to wonder just what she ultimately had in mind. That was when she pulled out the 5th silk scarf and blindfolded me. Now I really did wonder what exactly was going on.
She got on her knees between my legs and started playing with my cock. Under the circumstances she had me hard very quickly and then got up and went to the computer. Even though I was blindfolded it wasn't too hard to figure this out.
Now I need to backtrack a little.
Although Kate is orgasmic it has never been easy. About 30 years ago I started to focus our lovemaking pretty much on her orgasms. Mine are and were a dime a dozen, always nice but pretty easy to get. Her release became the prize. For the most part, between the both of us we got her there. She has never cum from penetration alone and mostly doesn't like vibrators, so oral or her direct playing with her clit while we fucked was and is how it goes.
A while ago I was thinking that maybe I should encourage her to masturbate more frequently. As we all know, guys for the most part, are more visually orientated. I wondered if I could get Kate interested or maybe putting it better, turned on, visually. Toward that end I started a picture file on my computer for her. The tumblr images that I saved were definitely sexual but less direct than I would choose for myself. Since Kate does like to look at girls I put more romantic images or sensual images, naked of course. I tried to create a collection that I thought would appeal to a woman. All men were pretty much nicely toned with attractive asses or cocks, at least in my opinion. Very few penetration shots, or if there were they again were idealized. Also included were a few light bondage images, since Kate has enjoyed being tied up on occasion.
Once I had about 100 images I presented her with this option, suggesting that she might benefit from a little visual stimulation. It’s funny but she doesn’t like to play with herself in front of me. Funny because every time she comes while we're fucking she is also playing with her clit. So true to form I wasn’t present when she tried out the new image file I had created for her. She told me later that it was very nice and all, but the images that really turned her on were the bondage ones. As I’ve mentioned I’m no dummy. I put together a bondage file for her right away quick.
So now back to my story. I’m blindfolded and tied to a chair. Kate is in front of the computer and I start to hear the little sounds of her playing with herself. What Kate didn’t know is that even though I was blindfolded, if I opened my eyes a little my eyelids would move the silk scarf just a tiny bit. It was enough that if I put my head back I could just barley see. What I saw were the bondage images going by automatically. I wasn’t surprised but I did like it, so I stayed pretty hard.
After a little while Kate was making a little more noise and then stood up. Since it was my ankles that were tied she was able to back herself between my legs and on to me. She pumped up and down for a while and then went back to sitting in front of the computer. This routine was repeated a couple of times until she came while in front of the computer. Then she backed on to me one last time and rode me until I came.
This is pretty much the end of the posts that I put in About Kate.
From time to time if anything occurs to me that I have forgotten I'll add it.
For that matter if anything new happens that is noteworthy I'll post that too.
As I said at the beginning of this re-post all of this was originally put in the Hotties section.
I'm willing to share images with anyone individually. There are shots that go with most of my posts and if you PM me with an email address and the specific date of a post I'll send a couple of images along.
6.11.13
I mentioned earlier that Kate tied me up on our wedding night. Her thinking was that she wanted me to remember that night specifically. It worked pretty well. She didn't restrain me up again for 35 years.
Over the years we have developed different ways of getting it on. Or maybe I should say different ways of beginning to get it on.
When a beautiful girl is naked in bed next you every night it's pretty easy to just reach out, especially when you have that morning wood. Other times we might be in the kitchen and I start nibbling on her neck and suggest that we go upstairs. Invariably her response would be along the line of,
"Well we can go and see what happens."
It was and still is very rare that she doesn't respond, but she just needs to be warmed up. In the very early days, when Kate and I were first learning about sex it often started out with a back scratch. She was never anxious for lovemaking and had to be seduced pretty much every time. When I offered to scratch her back she knew where we were going to end up, or at least what I had in mind, but it was a process that had to happen in order.
As a couple gets older there can also be appointment sex. I have come to believe that probably the best time too actually get at it is when you are making the appointment. That is if you are in the same room together. The best appointment sex, for us I think, is the implied appointment. Hotel sex is like this. Whatever the reason you are in the hotel, there is probably going to be good sex. In this situation we have worked out our own pattern. This usually means I get lost for an hour or so while she gets ready, with a warm shower, a little primping and an outfit that is not expected to stay on her very long. This same routine is often followed when we are not away from home. On an irregular basis it is decided that we are going to play and that Kate is going to prepare for our assignation. Often this is when I have been away from the house and it is expected that I will return at a specific time. Naturally, in either situation I am not present to watch her get ready.
So on my 60th birthday we are alone in our bedroom late in the afternoon and Kate begins getting out thigh high stockings, a bra with the nipples cut out, crotch less panties etc. Not being a dummy I figure what is going on and comment that I pretty much never get to watch this transformation. Her response was,
"Oh well you won't be seeing it for long." This kind of just went by me.
Once she was ready she undressed me, took me by the cock and led me to our home office just outside our bedroom and had me sit in an old chair that is comfy in kind of a staid way. Before I really knew what she had in mind she pulled out some silk scarves, that were left there for this occasion, and began to tie me to the arms on the chair. Then she tied my ankles to the chair legs. In the back of my mind I was starting to wonder just what she ultimately had in mind. That was when she pulled out the 5th silk scarf and blindfolded me. Now I really did wonder what exactly was going on.
She got on her knees between my legs and started playing with my cock. Under the circumstances she had me hard very quickly and then got up and went to the computer. Even though I was blindfolded it wasn't too hard to figure this out.
Now I need to backtrack a little.
Although Kate is orgasmic it has never been easy. About 30 years ago I started to focus our lovemaking pretty much on her orgasms. Mine are and were a dime a dozen, always nice but pretty easy to get. Her release became the prize. For the most part, between the both of us we got her there. She has never cum from penetration alone and mostly doesn't like vibrators, so oral or her direct playing with her clit while we fucked was and is how it goes.
A while ago I was thinking that maybe I should encourage her to masturbate more frequently. As we all know, guys for the most part, are more visually orientated. I wondered if I could get Kate interested or maybe putting it better, turned on, visually. Toward that end I started a picture file on my computer for her. The tumblr images that I saved were definitely sexual but less direct than I would choose for myself. Since Kate does like to look at girls I put more romantic images or sensual images, naked of course. I tried to create a collection that I thought would appeal to a woman. All men were pretty much nicely toned with attractive asses or cocks, at least in my opinion. Very few penetration shots, or if there were they again were idealized. Also included were a few light bondage images, since Kate has enjoyed being tied up on occasion.
Once I had about 100 images I presented her with this option, suggesting that she might benefit from a little visual stimulation. It’s funny but she doesn’t like to play with herself in front of me. Funny because every time she comes while we're fucking she is also playing with her clit. So true to form I wasn’t present when she tried out the new image file I had created for her. She told me later that it was very nice and all, but the images that really turned her on were the bondage ones. As I’ve mentioned I’m no dummy. I put together a bondage file for her right away quick.
So now back to my story. I’m blindfolded and tied to a chair. Kate is in front of the computer and I start to hear the little sounds of her playing with herself. What Kate didn’t know is that even though I was blindfolded, if I opened my eyes a little my eyelids would move the silk scarf just a tiny bit. It was enough that if I put my head back I could just barley see. What I saw were the bondage images going by automatically. I wasn’t surprised but I did like it, so I stayed pretty hard.
After a little while Kate was making a little more noise and then stood up. Since it was my ankles that were tied she was able to back herself between my legs and on to me. She pumped up and down for a while and then went back to sitting in front of the computer. This routine was repeated a couple of times until she came while in front of the computer. Then she backed on to me one last time and rode me until I came.
This is pretty much the end of the posts that I put in About Kate.
From time to time if anything occurs to me that I have forgotten I'll add it.
For that matter if anything new happens that is noteworthy I'll post that too.
As I said at the beginning of this re-post all of this was originally put in the Hotties section.
I'm willing to share images with anyone individually. There are shots that go with most of my posts and if you PM me with an email address and the specific date of a post I'll send a couple of images along.
Re: About Kate - reprised
I haven't posted in quite a while.
Kate and I are 68 now and just passed our 43rd wedding anniversary. We moved to Vancouver Island a little over 3 years ago and still get around just fine.
Kate and I are 68 now and just passed our 43rd wedding anniversary. We moved to Vancouver Island a little over 3 years ago and still get around just fine.
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bubbajack
Re: About Kate - reprised
Great to hear from you kids!
Following your and Kate's early adventures - together, apart, and with others - puts me in mind of those wonderful, mostly sweet, weird, always chaotic times for me - the 1970's.
Wonderful in retrospect not to have had the multifarious risks I/we were taking turn on me/us. Whew!
Hope your charmed and sexy life together continues in (on?) beautiful Vancouver Island.
Following your and Kate's early adventures - together, apart, and with others - puts me in mind of those wonderful, mostly sweet, weird, always chaotic times for me - the 1970's.
Wonderful in retrospect not to have had the multifarious risks I/we were taking turn on me/us. Whew!
Hope your charmed and sexy life together continues in (on?) beautiful Vancouver Island.