<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214</id><updated>2012-01-12T04:59:28.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging with The Publisher</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-1264280196038352212</id><published>2012-01-12T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T04:59:28.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>OK, it's 2012 and I've been reminded that I have to fill out the remainder of 2011 before I put in anything for 2012 (not that anything happened in 2012 yet). So I have to recount the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Denver in August&lt;br /&gt;Las Vegas in September&lt;br /&gt;North Philly in October&lt;br /&gt;San Diego in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'd better get started. Look for the posts soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-1264280196038352212?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/1264280196038352212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=1264280196038352212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/1264280196038352212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/1264280196038352212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-wrap-up.html' title='2011 Wrap Up'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-7979581815389458505</id><published>2011-04-30T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:38:39.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anaheim--March 2011</title><content type='html'>Anaheim&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't been to Anaheim in nearly 15 years. My lasting impression was that of a random resort town. I was pleasantly surprised to see new hotels, better restaurants and overall feel of a more class town--and not just Disneyland. But you didn't come here to read about Disneyland. Just get to the goods right--did I meet a hotwife or not?? The short answer is yes...but some background first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two years ago I created a Flickr profile as a way to show some action pics with wives. I ran across a nice profile of a couple in Southern California. As a two to three times a year traveler to that part of the US, I thought it might be an opportunity there. We began emailing through Flickr when suddenly my profile was deleted. I creatd a new one, but during that time, I believer there profile was deleted. So, we lost contact--happens sometimes online!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in September, I ran across the exact same screen name in a Yahoo swing group. I contacted them to see if it was indeed the same couple. However, they didn't recall chatting with me (not surprising--couples get bombared with more emails than us guys). So we started the conversation anew. Turns out we were on the same wavelength with respect to our "interests". So, the chatting continued with a very tentative meeting set up for early November on a trip of mine to San Diego. Unfortunately, we couldn't make it work out, but we began discussions about possibly meeting when I was due in Anaheim in March 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged pictured and after a few more weeks of chatting we decided to try to meet on my Anaheim trip. About 6 weeks before the meeting, they came back to me with a propostion. It turned out he was going to be out of town on the planned meeting day. But they wanted try something new--have her meet me alone. She had met a guy alone before, but not on an initial meeting. Interesting enough, this was going to be my first meeting a wife on an initial meeting. He would be kep fully aware of the progress by phone. So the date was set and all that remained wsa my trip to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a Friday I flew into Anaheim, and we texted to set up the meeting time. The place had already been set. It had been a while since I set up to meet a couple for the first time and the jitters were there for me. Although she was more nervous!! I drove out to the location and received a text about 10 minutes before my arrival that she was there. I arrived at the restaurant and she saw me first and came up to me. With these meets, you never know about real compatibility until the actual meet happens. Well it didn't take long to find out that the compatibility was there. Needless to say after a drink, some dancing and fondling, we were off to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had the rom wet nicely with candles, nice music, and drinks. She excused herself to change which was my cue to remove some of my clothing--down to my boxer briefs. I won't bore you with too many details aside from plenty of oral work on her part (she really enjoys it), some oral work on my art, and then consumation. First missionary--such a shug fit--followed by a lengthy doggy sesson. We capped it off with missionary before I exploded all over her stomach. After some resting/lying close, I was ready for round two--which no doubt she was as well. This time only missionary before I exploded again on her stomach. WHEW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I had to head back to my hotel because of an early morning meeting. She relayed the evening to her husband, who sent me several texts thanking me for taking care of her and wishing he was there to see it. Apparentl I did a very good job of satisfying her. We even tried to connect again while I was out there, but alas, we coudn't make it work. However, it was clear we plan on meeting up again on my next trip to So Cal. I am definitely looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my next posting....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-7979581815389458505?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/7979581815389458505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=7979581815389458505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7979581815389458505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7979581815389458505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2011/04/anaheim-march-2011.html' title='Anaheim--March 2011'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-2889821613436571048</id><published>2011-04-30T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T13:37:30.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland Again!! March 2011</title><content type='html'>In late February, I received an invite to a small gathering in suburban Cleveland. I’ve known the couple hosting the event for a few years—good people!! The gathering was for wives who like to sample the local talent—while their husbands mainly watch. In some cases, the talent is more regional than local in its makeup with a decidedly chocolate leaning. They often invite me to their gatherings, but the timing generally does not work out for me—with a few exceptions. This one gathering was such an exception. Plus the hosts told me that a certain Cleveland couple (who I will call P &amp;amp; J) would be there. I’ve written about this couple in my blog already. Lastly, the hosts told me of a lady from Pittsburgh whom I should meet would also be there. All I needed was more incentive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the party. I arrived early, shortly after eight with every intention of not staying long. Four couples were already there and two arrived shortly thereafter-P &amp;amp; J and the Pittsburgh couple (whom I will call D &amp;amp; W). J wore an absolutely stunning silver dress with black sandals. W had on jeans and a sweater (more on that later). Well, me being me, I sat down next to W on adjacent barstools. Then I shared my stool with J. It didn’t take J long to warm up and warm me up. Next thing you know, I’m on the side of the bed, pants around my ankles and her head in my lap. A few minutes later, I was fully buried between her legs, giving her slow, deep thrusts she likes to start with. I increased the tempo, as requested, resulting in louder moans and curling toes. Great stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, more about W. While playing with J, W changed into a red and black corset, with black stockings and garters. I always approve of ladies wearing black. So it was time to direct my attention to her. It didn’t take long after the initial pleasantries, interesting conversation, and a well-delivered foot massage, before I was back in a familiar situation. On my back with pants around my ankles and a hot mouth in my lap. W told me she really likes it slow and deep and most guys she plays with just want to really pound away. Again, always one to honor requests, I gave it to her slow and deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a good party. I didn't get a chance to mingle much with the hostesses. But I'm looking forward to my next trip to banks of Lake Erie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-2889821613436571048?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/2889821613436571048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=2889821613436571048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2889821613436571048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2889821613436571048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2011/04/cleveland-again-march-2011.html' title='Cleveland Again!! March 2011'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-2669228231975361135</id><published>2011-03-23T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:01:22.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Update 2011</title><content type='html'>OK, It's time I do an update for Spring. And for a change, I do have something to discuss. This past weekend I took a short trip to Cleveland to attend a "party" thrown by some friends of mine. It was a nice, low-key party. Got to hang out with some ladies I already know--I think you know what I mean by hang out. One in particular stood out--I've written about her before. I'll elaborate more later, but let's just say she looked absolutely stunning in a short silver dress. She told me she was going to surprise me--and surprise me she did!!! The other plus was I got to meet a nice, cuck couple from the Pittsburgh area, who is very interested in connecting again when I'm through town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goes to show, when you aren't looking, sometimes stuff lands in your "lap".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the Left Coast (Anaheim) this weekend with a potential hotwife meeting set up!! Look for those details in a subsequent post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-2669228231975361135?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/2669228231975361135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=2669228231975361135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2669228231975361135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2669228231975361135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-update-2011.html' title='Spring Update 2011'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-7435836884882318031</id><published>2010-11-03T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T16:04:43.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall update</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here in my hotel in San Diego and decided it might be time to update my blog. I haven't had any "luck" while I'm here. I'm always surprised how little good fortune I have when I visit CA. And I come here at least twice a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I was supposed to update this every month..and 5 months have passed since my last update. To follow up on the June update, nothing came of the three couples. Timing, of course, helped to get in the way with one of them. The second couple turned out to be pulling my leg and the other couple I've chatted with for awhile--we just can't seem to make it work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is good news. I did get to connect with my favorite OH hotwife. Had some good fun while there--and it was the first without her husband present. Not that it had any effect on our fun. Just a little different twist--plus, no camera :(. But that's not a bad thing--I'm plenty young enough to remember what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm off to New Orleans. I wonder if I can get into any fun there. One of my best hotwife experiences was in the Big Easy. Sadly, the lady is no longer in the hotwife lifestyle. What can you do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-7435836884882318031?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/7435836884882318031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=7435836884882318031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7435836884882318031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7435836884882318031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-update.html' title='Fall update'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-3821299690660611605</id><published>2010-06-19T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T14:24:18.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Update</title><content type='html'>OK, time for an update. I will try to do at least a monthly update. Things are relatively quiet around here. Just working, playing softball and volleyball, and coaching softball. Doesn't leave much time for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been in contact with two new couples plus I reconnected with a couple I haven't chatted with in some time.  I know I have said no new couples, but I've decided to suspend that idea. Hence the two new couples I've been in contact with (neither have made the leap to becoming hotwives yet) and the couple I reconnected with. I haven't had a chance to meet them. Hopefully we can at least meet for drinks and perhaps dancing in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my fingers crossed. That's all for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-3821299690660611605?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/3821299690660611605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=3821299690660611605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3821299690660611605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3821299690660611605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-update.html' title='June Update'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-3346688506660415583</id><published>2010-04-21T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:26:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleveland</title><content type='html'>a) As I’ve stated earlier, I’ve decided to primarily connect only with couples that I’ve already been in contact with. That is, no new couples. Well, that was the plan until I ventured to Cleveland in early April. I had heard about a party from a couple I’d met a couple of years ago. They had been inviting me to other parties but my schedule just didn’t coordinate. It just so happened on this time, I was able to schedule some business in Akron to coincide with this party. I won’t bore you with the details for work; suffice it to say that it got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the party. I spoke with the organizers the day before and she indicated that there were roughly 10 couples/ladies coming and invites had been accepted for nearly 20 guys. She also told me that there were to newcomers—that is new to the party scene but not new to hotwifing. Come the day of the party, she told me when I called to get the location that a number of the guys had declined for various reasons. This is probably the first and only party I’ve been to where the ladies outnumbered the guys. There were no more than 7 guys there and 9 couples (I believe) total. That meant the guys needed to have eaten their Wheaties. It was a good time, and I met some nice couples. I mention the party because two couples in particular caught my eye—well, if you read on you’ll see how this factors into my next trip to Cleveland. Interestingly enough, they were the newcomers. One lady was able to fully play but the other could not (don’t you hate that monthly timing). The next day I told the organizers to give my thanks to the ladies there and to pass along my contact information to the two couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward two weeks later I get an email from one of the couples (the one who couldn’t play) telling me she wished she could have played and guess with whom—yes me!! I know I said earlier no new couples, but I had to make an exception in this case. She wanted to know when I was coming to town again and make sure I let her know. Long story short, I ended up back in Cleveland in late June and this time the timing worked out—if you follow my drift. We set up a time for us to meet to get reacquainted on a Saturday afternoon. Let’s just say it didn’t take long to get reacquainted. The three of us chatted for a bit before getting down to the business at hand—some good ol’ hotwife fun. And a hotwife she was (or should I say is—you’ll see why later). We covered all the usual positions—mutual oral, missionary, doggie, cowgirl, more missionary before a nice finish on her chest. A great time to be had by all. Hubby got some very good picture before heading downstairs to cool his heels while the Mrs. and I played. Good stuff. But that’s not the end of it—at least for this trip. We were both invited to a swing party later that evening so I got the chance to partake of this lovely lady once again before the day was done. Twice as nice!! I’m thinking, I need to come to Cleveland more often. And she was thinking the same thing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few weeks later. I told her about an upcoming trip to Columbus OH in October and I asked if she’d like for me to make a little side trip to Cleveland. Although they would be just getting back from travel the day before, she wanted to meet up again if I could swign the side trip. Well, I didn’t need any arm twisting. The trip was set!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met this time in a restaurant to have dinner. It was very nice chatting with them for a couple of hours about all sorts of things—their recent trip, the weather (it was cold and rainy), etc., before retiring to my hotel room. Now that we had met for the third time, any nervousness from before was gone. The comfort level was clearly there. I didn’t tell her that I had a little surprise for her—a pair of Victoria Secret thongs—in her favorite color yellow. Of course, she tried them on and I guess I must have a good eye for size because I picked the correct size. They fit quite well. Although I have to admit, neither of us managed to keep on our clothes for long. We started with the usual making out before she started oral on me. We switched and got down to business, removing her panties before diving between her legs—licking all of her essence. It was terribly long before she told me it was time to get inside her. Who am I to turn down such a request? Before you knew it, I was easing myself into her—slowly at first as she requested. Felt just as good as back in June. Well, we went through various positions—missionary, spoon variation (she on her back legs up and me on my side which offered a fantastic view of me inside her—I think hubby got a good pic of that), cowgirl, and then doggy. All of this on the bed. After about 30 minute of this, we both decided to take a break. The room was cool when we got in, but it was hot now. Hubby had skipped out right about the time we started doggy. We rested for a bit while watching TV—but it didn’t take long before she was playing with my dick, bringing it to full attention. Then we resumed where we left off—more doggy (boy it was hot watching her lips cling to my shaft as I was pulling out). We then moved to the couch with her sitting on the edge and me on my knees between her legs. Great, deep penetration, with me holding her feet (and she has very nice ones) to keep her legs spread. About this time, hubby returned to watch us. It wasn’t much longer before she came and then she implored me to do the same. After pulling out and stroked myself some before shooting all over her stomach. By then, both of us were bathed in sweat. We cleaned up and sat down on the bed cooling down while I gave her a foot massage. Too bad, the night had to end, but they always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been in communication since and yes, if the timing works out, we will be meeting again on my next trip to Cleveland. I guess the moral of this story is not to deal in absolutes. Had I stuck with my original plan of not meeting new couples, I would not have met this one. And that would have been a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. There is an update to this...I've been to Cleveland since...Look for it soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-3346688506660415583?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/3346688506660415583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=3346688506660415583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3346688506660415583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3346688506660415583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2010/04/cleveland.html' title='Cleveland'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-5185538463445106201</id><published>2010-04-21T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:25:11.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore!!</title><content type='html'>I don’t think I’ve written much about the couple I know from Baltimore, but they are what you’d call my semi-regular couple. I get to play with them perhaps twice a year. I’ve known them for a few years (since 2002) and we’ve had some good fun over the years. I won’t talk about all the adventures; just the ones that showed a change in their playing style with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s white and he’s black and he loves to watch her have fun. Another thing he likes is to get sloppy seconds—that is going in after someone has already cum inside her. Now this I found out from talking to her—I’ve never actually seen it. Needless to say, this hasn’t happened much as they’ve always insisted on protection. I had met with them perhaps three or four times before the first change in playing style. The first couple of times they always wanted me to cum on her face—she didn’t swallow or anything. She simply wiped it off afterwards. Well, one day we’re playing and I guess she sensed I was getting close. We were in the doggy position when she turned around and said “cum on my ass”. Of course I was thinking on her buttocks, but she was thinking between her buttocks so that it ran down between her legs. So I asked her “here?”, holding her cheeks and she said “no,  ON my ass”, and she spread her cheeks so that I was clear on what she meant. Who was I to say no, so when I was ready to cum, I pulled off the condom and did as she asked and unloaded right between her cheeks. It was a sizable load that ran down to her pussy. She began rubbing the cum on her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, jump ahead to the next time we had fun a few months later. After going through the paces (she loves sucking), we were in the missionary position when she told me to cum on her pussy—right on the lips if possible. Again, I did just that, I pulled out, pulled off the condom, and shot it right on her lips. She again, rubbed it all over her pussy. When they showed me the pics later, he got some of him rubbing her pussy and sliding his fingers in and out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can see where this may be going, but I’ll tell you briefly about two more times. This time, we set up the fun in a hotel, instead of their home (which is the usual place to play). We would be playing in the usual fashion and so I assumed she was going to want me to cum on her pussy again. However, the morning before we left, he sent me an IM asking if I would mind cumming inside her pussy—basically do her the usual way with a condom on and when ready to cum, take it off, slide inside her and unload. I thought about this for a minute and came to the conclusion it’d be OK. This wasn’t the first time (or even the third time) we had played. So we played in the usual fashion, and when I got close, to make sure we were in agreement, I asked her did she want it on her pussy. She told me ON and In her pussy. So, as I was getting close, I pulled out and began stroking myself. She watched me the whole time, saying cum in my pussy. So when I was ready to cum, I slipped the head in and let go the first blast inside her. I pulled out and let go the subsequent blasts on her pussy. After he got some pics of this, she began rubbing it all over her pussy, playing with the lips, sliding a finger in and out. This is the time (I found out later after I left) that he did the sloppy seconds thing. I was in the shower cleaning up while he was doing it. By the time I was done showering, he was done I guess. Too each his or her own. I’m fine if that is what they want to do; however, I’m not too keen on watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward several months. We were set up to meet at their home again. This time I get an email from him saying that they were ready to go bare, if I wanted to. We had known each other long enough to move forward in this fashion. A big step indeed. I told him I’d think about it. He said cool and if I wanted to just go bare for a little bit (as in just before cumming) that would be great too. I didn’t have to tell him which I wanted to do—just proceed with what I wanted to do. So we met and went through the usual stuff—her oral on me, a few different positions. This time, though, I didn’t do what I usually do before heading to their place—use the bathroom. So with all the pumping it got to the point where I couldn’t hold it any longer. I had to pull out, take off the condom and excuse myself. You know, it takes a while to pee when you’re fully erect. It had to go down some before I could pee. I washed up, figuring we’d go back to her doing oral on me. And I was right, that’s what she did, sitting on the bed while I was standing up. She licked and sucked and stroked until I got that familiar feeling in my loins. I think I said something like “I’m going to cum soon”. Upon hearing that, she stopped, laid back, parted her legs and said “F**k me until you cum. I want to feel your cum inside me”. I started moving over to get a condom, but she grabbed hold of my dick and pulling it close to her pussy. She pressed the head against her lips, grabbed my butt and pulled me inside her. I pulled back, almost out of her pussy before she pulled me back into her pussy. As I said, I was close to cumming before, and it didn’t take long—just a couple of more thrusts before I just unloaded inside her. Unlike the last time, she wanted more inside than outside. So that’s what happened—only the last spurt landed on her pussy. Whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been awhile since we last met—she recently had back surgery and she’s just really getting back to feeling like her old self. Our schedules haven’t been able to mesh lately, but I suspect they will soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-5185538463445106201?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/5185538463445106201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=5185538463445106201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/5185538463445106201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/5185538463445106201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2010/04/baltimore.html' title='Baltimore!!'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-8050039777367908164</id><published>2010-04-21T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:24:22.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Hotwife--2008</title><content type='html'>It had been two years since meeting up with the New York hotwife. She had to take care of some general issues during that time, but she was ready to meet again in 2008. This time, I got an official invite to their home—an offer that I took them up on. I took the train up to NJ, rented a car and drove up to meet them. They have a beautiful home that overlooks a lake. Unfortunately, on the day I drove up I didn’t get to see this—a pretty serious thunderstorm blew in just as I was arriving to their location. I didn’t get there a moment too soon before the skies opened up. They cooked dinner for the occasion (plus it was around her birthday). After eating dinner, we played some Wii golf—with a slight variation. Whoever took the most shots to sink a putt had to remove an article of clothing. Yes, we played strip Wii golf!! I don’t recall who the actual winner was (although I believe it was the Mrs), but it didn’t matter. Hubby’s plan was to get everyone out of their clothes—especially the Mrs, to get ready for playtime. Once we were all sans clothing, we retired to their bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a first on a couple of fronts-my first time in their home and their first time inviting a playmate to their bedroom. We started with her giving me a back massage, which led to her giving me an oral “front” massage while hubby eat her out—preparing her pussy I believe he called it for the inevitable penetration. It didn’t take long before she was on her back legs parted and I was sliding inside her. Hubby got some good pics of the penetration—I’ll have to see if I can get him to post a few. We stayed in the missionary position throughout until I pulled out and shot all over her chest and stomach—a pretty good blast if I say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we cleaned up and lay down to watch some TV—she in the middle pressed up against me while he was on the other side. After the program (48 Hours Mystery) went off, they showed me downstairs to the guest room where I’d be sleeping. Now, she didn’t leave me down there by myself. She started getting me going again and next thing I know, hubby was down there getting a few pics. She got on top this time followed up with missionary and then doggy. I didn’t realize until later, but she gave him a signal to leave us alone and he went upstairs. Well, after several minutes of doggy I pulled out and she took me back in her mouth. It didn’t take long before I was unloading into her mouth. She swallowed it all. Now, I was nearly spent and it was nearly 1:00 AM. Time for bed. Unfortunately, I had to leave early the next day to get back to my conference, but not before breakfast. I’m looking forward to the next time I get invited back to their home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-8050039777367908164?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/8050039777367908164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=8050039777367908164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8050039777367908164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8050039777367908164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2010/04/ny-hotwife-2008_21.html' title='NY Hotwife--2008'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-8184541012492206920</id><published>2010-04-21T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T12:23:48.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Well, time to catch up on here on my blog. I haven’t updated it with new adventures in more than a year—not that there are very many adventures. They are all concentrated around three areas in the country. Not sure where to start—perhaps best to just do them in chronological order. So the next three posts will be in this order: NY, Baltimore, Cleveland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-8184541012492206920?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/8184541012492206920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=8184541012492206920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8184541012492206920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8184541012492206920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2010/04/ny-hotwife-2008.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-8619429692277776435</id><published>2009-08-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T18:01:08.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm still around</title><content type='html'>Hey world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm still around and yes I'm still having some fun with hotwives. I've just been too busy at work to find time to update. However, I've made it a point to start updating this more frequently this Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post I need to put up&lt;br /&gt;1) Meeting up with the NY Hotwife&lt;br /&gt;2) A little fun in Ohio--Part I (Cincy) and II (Cleveland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-8619429692277776435?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/8619429692277776435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=8619429692277776435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8619429692277776435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8619429692277776435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-im-still-around.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m still around'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-7279870125598783951</id><published>2008-08-16T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:00:16.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update...a bit tardy though...</title><content type='html'>Well, it is about time I got back to updating my blog, although I don't have too many encounters to write about. Just one new one, and the continuation of the NYCouple entries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get the newest one up first....In the late summer of 2006, I contacted a couple in the NE Ohio area. I had recently returned from business trip in Cleveland and one was scheduled for late October. I was browsing through a Ohio based &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Yahoo&lt;/a&gt; group and stumbled across a profile. I contacted them, not fully expecting them to necessarily get back to me as they were looking primarily for local people and I was going to be a traveler to the general area. To my surprise, they did get back to me. Well, hubby got back to me, which is usually how these things work out. Much of the contact is with the husband. Anyway, we began a dialogue and I indicated that I was planning on coming that way in about 6 weeks and perhaps we could possibly meet. Turns out that my trip got cancelled, however, I remained in touch with the couple over the following months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to January of this year. From my last post I indicated that this year the plan was to meet with people I've either already met or have been in contact with. There were only two couples that I had been in contact with and hadn't met yet, and this couple from OH was one of them. Thus, we coordinated our schedules and I planned a trip out that way the second weekend in March. For those of you in the OH area, you'll remember that weekend--a huge winter storm blew through dumping inches of snow. Needless to say that on the Thursday before the day I was due to head that way I postponed my trip. And a good thing as the couple (let's call them D&amp;amp;V for now) was stuck in their home, unable to get out. I reset the date for mid-April and it matched D&amp;amp;V's schedule. So all was set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted throughout the time, getting a feel for what each was expected (well, mostly what she was expecting). They gave me a list of hotels that they knew of near them to pick from and we settled on a Friday evening. The plan was to book the room and call them when I arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in town early, stopping by one of our satellite offices to take care of some business before heading to the hotel which was about 45 minutes away. Once I arrived in the town, I called and left a message. I got the room and checked my voice mail finding out that they returned my call. I called them back around 8ish and we talked a bit and I told them the motel name and we agreed upon the time of 10:00 to meet. That'd give me plenty of time to shower and get ready. Afterwards, I kicked off my shoes, relaxed, and watched a little TV. I found the ESPN Classic station and they were playing one of the Boston-LALakers title games of the 80s. That's when basketball was basketball--no easy layups, and the guys could shoot and handle the basketball without traveling on every possession!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, around 9:45 I stepped out of my room to grab some tea. I peeked out the front to see if any cars were pulling in. Nothing yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the room and sat back down. A few minutes after 10 I hear a knock at the door. They had arrived. I let them in and we exchanged the usual pleasantries. We all sat back down and started talking, while watching basketball. We briefly mentioned the upcoming Cavaliers-Wizards game that next day. Waitaminute--I forgot to mention what the Mrs. was wearing. A form-fitting brown dress with matching peep-toe pumps. Very nice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't take long before I was lying on the bed and she was on top of me, slowly grinding onto my crotch. I reach back to grab her ass and found that all she was wearing was the brown dress--yep, you guessed it, sans panties!! And she was already moist &lt;wink&gt;. I let her breasts free from her dress-however, they weren't lacking for support. My hands were right there for hold them. And then my mouth to suck on her nipples. Moments later, I was down to my briefs, which were straining to control my rigid dick, her hand stroking it through the cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We flipped positions and I soon found myself mere inches from pussy--a ever so slight landing strip she was beginning to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips were a soft pink, already moist. I took my tongue and gently ran it from the bottom of her opening up to her clit. So warm and wet. Well, I didn't stop there--I continued to lick her pussy with long, slow licks. I was thinking, it won't be long before I feel how she was inside. After several minutes, she pulled me up to to my knees, got on her knees and began reciprocating. Her oral work was masterful--just the right amount of spit to keep me at full mast. I just leaned back and enjoyed the experience. After several minutes of this, she turned around, grabbed hold of my rigid staff, and guided me into her. Although I slid right in, it was still a very tight fit. I guess a testimony to how wet she was. I just held still and let her ride back and forth on my dick. Good thing I had turned up the A/C because it was some kind of hot in there. Hubby continued taking pics, being careful not to upset the carnal heat!!! Did I tell you he was taking pics earlier??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after a few minutes in several doggy-style positions, she slipped off of my shaft and began sucking me off. It didn't take long before I exploded onto her face and mouth before collapsing on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We freshened ourselves up before sitting down and chatting some more while watching TV--I think it was MTV's JackAss? It didn't take long before we got started on round two--which started in reverse of round one--I layed down on my back and she performed her oral talents on me--with hubby getting some great pics of her all over my dick. After several minutes in this position, we switched, her laying on her back while I was performing orally between her legs. I just loved that little fuzz she had there and the beginnings of tan lines. Well, I simply couldn't wait any longer so I got up and positioned myself right against her opening. I let her guide me into her--just as hot and wet as the first time. Actually, I think she was wetter. I'd like to think it was my tongue work, but it was probably due to reduced nerves. After all, this was the second go round. Well, we stayed in that missionary-ish position for before I simply could no longer hold off the orgasm. This one left me legs a little wobbly as I was standing. Whew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got cleaned up again, chatted a few more times before deciding it was time to call it a night. All parties involved were practically exhausted. Definitely worth the trip. Hopefully we can connect again in the future and it won't take 18 months for it to happen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to continue my update of the NY hotwife story. Who knows, if I play my cards right I might have to extend it to a six-part series!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-7279870125598783951?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/7279870125598783951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=7279870125598783951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7279870125598783951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7279870125598783951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2008/08/updatea-bit-tardy-though.html' title='An update...a bit tardy though...'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-5531657763472176300</id><published>2008-05-09T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T12:43:18.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Updates</title><content type='html'>OK, it's been ages since I posted. Just crazy busy with work and stuff.  This year has been dedicated to connecting with hotwives I've been in contact prior to January 1, 2008. So now that 1/3 of the year has past, I do have a few updates that will be forthcoming. Plus, I still have to finish my five-part series. So keep an eye out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-5531657763472176300?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/5531657763472176300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=5531657763472176300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/5531657763472176300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/5531657763472176300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-for-updates.html' title='Time for Updates'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-7063124204318376071</id><published>2007-12-03T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T07:20:40.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Update</title><content type='html'>OK, the holiday season is fast approaching. And with that, usually reduced hotwife activity. I don't suspect I'll have any "new" adventures until the new year. I guess that means I should get cracking on some writing I said I was going to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to edit my Beantown Revisited post as the hubby told me I inadvertently left out one thing in that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something jumps off this month, my readers will be the first to know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-7063124204318376071?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/7063124204318376071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=7063124204318376071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7063124204318376071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7063124204318376071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/12/december-update.html' title='December Update'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-194090878346302469</id><published>2007-11-24T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T06:41:08.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments - "First Time in the Nutmeg State" by the Hubby</title><content type='html'>First of all, let me thank Publisher for giving me permission to share some of my thoughts and pictures from his meeting with my wife in CT.  I'll post more pictures from the other meetings also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to figure out just how Pub first contacted us - I'm pretty sure he was the one who did it first. I can't find any email trail from back then, so it must have been IM, and as he says, finding us in the from the IR Yahoo group.  I'm not sure what attracted him - but I guess we had a nice picture of the Mrs on our yahoo profile.  Anyway, I've already commented below on this post - First Time in the Nutmeg State if you'd care to read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from that adventure.  I've enjoyed photographing the Mrs since before we were even married, and this has carried over into her hotwife activities. As they say, "It's a hobby". These particular ones were from a video I shot with the camera mounted in one place, since I also took part in this one, giving her a 3sum, which included an ear-splitting (in ecstasy) double penetration.  The 3sum shots didn't turn out particular well though, so I just focussed here on the lovely wife and Publisher.  &lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="360"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;Pub is really warming her up - she looks pretty happy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;The Mrs loves to 69 with boyfriends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/1456001226_3ee8b42e45.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/1456001226_3ee8b42e45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1367/1314017310_d17e56f211.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1367/1314017310_d17e56f211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;Pub's ready to mount her doggy style&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;She gasped when Pub stuffed it all the way in and started to cum and cum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1171/1314017366_ed91857d34.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1171/1314017366_ed91857d34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1175/1313132601_d147c8ff3a.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1175/1313132601_d147c8ff3a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;They did it several times this night - here they are at it again&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;Watch the legs in these few pics as they come up higher and higher&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/1314018060_29de56a85d.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1400/1314018060_29de56a85d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1405/1314018196_87988cd37c.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1405/1314018196_87988cd37c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;and up and over the shoulders&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;and pounding her good and deep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1068/1314018262_693d38d0c8.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1068/1314018262_693d38d0c8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1432/1313133417_eb71332724.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1432/1313133417_eb71332724.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;of course, she had to go for a ride on top too&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;more riding - getting it in deep&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/1314018630_807a14613a.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1122/1314018630_807a14613a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1194/1456001392_950e32b759.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1194/1456001392_950e32b759.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;Climaxing on top - lots of screaming&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; text-align: center;"&gt;and finally drained&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/1456001428_2eb05a1126.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1203/1456001428_2eb05a1126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/1313133771_b01a8651c9.jpg" target="blondie1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1402/1313133771_b01a8651c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136441004573816482" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally - here's an audio file - it looks like a video - but it's really just audio - of L enjoying Pub to the fullest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8baa16e1532e8937" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8baa16e1532e8937%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202968%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D650256C75F1DEEFAD284684CD29764188BDE4C.3B450E661EA16B94C46FCD78B450FA319735E754%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8baa16e1532e8937%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHypwvT_mZH2ETBGi5cncsbwg0E0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8baa16e1532e8937%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331202968%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D650256C75F1DEEFAD284684CD29764188BDE4C.3B450E661EA16B94C46FCD78B450FA319735E754%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8baa16e1532e8937%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHypwvT_mZH2ETBGi5cncsbwg0E0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-194090878346302469?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8baa16e1532e8937&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/194090878346302469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=194090878346302469' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/194090878346302469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/194090878346302469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/11/comments-first-time-in-nutmeg-state-by_24.html' title='Comments - &quot;First Time in the Nutmeg State&quot; by the Hubby'/><author><name>The Dirkster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07962908728950742465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1179/1456001226_3ee8b42e45_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-775878243776891308</id><published>2007-11-23T15:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T14:37:43.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the lady from Beantown.....</title><content type='html'>A break from the 5-part tribute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, readers of my blog will recall my post recounting my encounter with a couple in Boston back in August. As usual, I have remained in contact with them (yes, both of them!) since that enjoyable Friady evening. Turns out the the Mrs. had a training class she had to take by the end of the year. One of those that can be taken in various cities throughout the US. It just so happened that there was a class scheduled for early November in my neck of the woods. And interestingly enough, the timing was just right--the week before I was in Indiana and the week after in North Carolina. Sometimes the stars do align (a reference to a hotwife from the Midwest I met up with back in April. Unfortunately, we were unable to coordinate a planned meet this Fall. But I plan a return trip that way before April).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after several chats throughout the month of October, the plans was put in place--lunch on Sunday with more chatting and dinner on Monday. I met her at the airport on Sunday and escorted her on the subway to her hotel. We had lunch across the street while discussing various things--her recent trip to Vegas, my new job, etc. After lunch and a stroll through downtown Arlington, VA, I dropped her off at her hotel as I went back to a conference I was scheduled to attend back in the city. We agreed that she'd call during her break on Monday to discuss what time to meet Monday evening. Needless to say, I was looking forward to Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I forgot to mention. During our October chats the subject of nail polish came up. Hmmm, what's up with me and this nail polish. I had one homework assignment--select a list of polished that I'd like to see her wear. You don't know how tough that was, but I came up with 8..and she selected one, of which I was supposed to guess which color it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to Monday. I got her call around noon and we agreed to meet at 5:30 in the hotel lobby. I was early, so I stopped at the restaurant from Sunday for a beer. I then walked across the street and found a seat in the lobby. About 10 min later she came down, dressed for the occasion. We greeted each other appropriately &lt;wink&gt;and headed out for some Asian food. We both had a Thai dish and a couple of drinks while chatting, and I guess you could say flirting. She gave the signal that she was ready to leave and we headed back to her hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited me to her room (and who was I to say no). Once inside, I took off my jacked, took a seat in the chair and flipped on the TV. She excused herself to the little girl's room and returned shortly in bare feet. She sat down on my lap and asked me to guess the polish (you didn't think I was talking about fingernails earlier, did you??). Wouldn't you know it, I was wrong on the first guess, but got it on the second guess (for those who are curious, Suzy says Da). It was a departure for her to wear something that dark, but I thought it looked great. Although I will admit Koala Berry still looked better (hopefully she'll read this and comment on that!!). Well, of course, with her on my lap, it didn't take long for mouths and tongues to find each other, and the next thing you know, she's on the bed--still dressed and I have removed my shirt, tie and slacks. More kissing ensued as I began to remove her clothes (with some help from her) and then she was there, clad only in black, sheer panties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I almost forgot (smile). Once on the bed, she had to excuse herself to make a phone call. Moments later, her hotel phone rang. (Didnt' take the Mr. very long to call back!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to the panties. Lovely, sheer so I could see the tufts of hair. I hooked my finger under and pulled them to the side, revealing her lovely folds--just as I remembered them from Boston. Then a taste--just as sweet as before. Well, the panties were just in the way, so I removed them and got back to business, lapping away at her pussy. I don't know how long I was down there, but I made certain that I was going to come up without having her cum. Unlike last time, I used a finger to assist--she was even tight to my finger, or perhaps she was just gripping it. Well, after she came, she did a little foot massage through my briefs, before releasing my penis. Yes, it was standing proudly at attention and yes she did a wonderful job pleasing me orally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A note to the Mr.--this time I did get her into the 69 position. However, not for long for she turned around and told me she wanted me to do something else with my turgid shaft (how's that for flowing prose!!). So who was I to deny this request. She laid on her back, parted her legs, and guided me into her. Just as warm, wet, and tight as in Boston. I proceeded with slow thrusts, varying the rhythm and depth of the thrusts based on her moans and her grabbing my butt. There are two things I like about the missionary position (not the only two things mind you)--one, the lady has easy access to my ears and two, I have access to her feet. And I'll leave it at that, considering both happened. She has such lovely feet, to go with the rest of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it didn't take long before that familiar feeling began to stir. [A note from hubby that I forgot to include that he reminded me of, not sure how I could have forgotten it. Somewhere during all this coupling, the Mrs. uttered those two words every guy  likes to hear--I'm cumming. I know I liked hearing it and the Mr. has told me it really capped the listening in for him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to that familiar feeling beginnign to stir!! Unlike the last time though, the Mr. and a request that he and the Mrs agreed upon, and I, of course, was more than willing to grant. So, as I got closer, I pulled out (and yes, pulled is the right word as her pussy is so tight), removed the condom, and after a few strokes, released all over her stomach. Whew was all I could say!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few moments to catch our breath, we cleaned ourselves up--nothing like good, sweaty sex. We got dressed, (she walked me to the soda machine down the hall), then I bid my farewell.&lt;br /&gt;My, my, what a great time--I can't recall having a better time in Arlington, VA in my life--and I used to work on that side of the Potomac River!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've been in touch since and I think she had just as good a time as I did. At least I hope so. I am looking forward to the next time we can coordinate our schedules!! Thanks again to the Mr for allowing me to be her guide in my fair city (even if it was the suburbs of DC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, my next post will likely be part 3 of the tribute about our meeting in Charm City. I'm settling into my new job so hopefully I'll have some time to write it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-775878243776891308?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/775878243776891308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=775878243776891308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/775878243776891308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/775878243776891308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/11/remember-lady-from-beantown.html' title='Remember the lady from Beantown.....'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-7940849992852881167</id><published>2007-11-09T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:43:37.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Two is more fun than one in the Empire State ”</title><content type='html'>OK, I' ve been tardy with putting up encounter 1 and 2. So I figured, I post them back to back on the same day. I'm still working on installment 3. So here you go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two is more fun than one in the Empire State ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after my meeting with R&amp;amp;L in CT, we remained in touch. In one of those conversations I indicated that I’d be in NYC for a meeting staying in Manhattan . Well, as you already know, this couple is from the general tri-state area. As I also indicated, they did some swinging as well and along the way they mentioned a couple (let’s call them V&amp;amp;A) they had met and began playing with. Well, as my trip got closer, our conversation eventually moved to all five of us meeting in Manhattan . Naturally my mind went to the area of me playing with two ladies at the same time!! Every man’s dream, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did agree to all meet on a Saturday evening at my hotel. I was due in on Friday with meetings most of the day. However, I did cut out some time to make a trip to Victoria ’s Secret to purchase a gift for each lady—thong panties!! We set up a conference call for that evening where all five of us would be on the phone. Believe it or not, with a few minor technical difficulties, we pulled it off. A very important piece of information that was shared was that A (the female half of the other couple) and I both were pianists and had the same favorite composer—Chopin. Sometimes you find these nuggets of information in the lifestyle. Certainly helped to move our Friday evening conversation along as we talked about nocturnes, preludes, and etudes. Before we hung up, we established a time to meet of 6 PM. They were to all come up to my hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitaminute—I almost forgot another very important piece of information. R&amp;amp;L were going to stay overnight in my hotel room. V&amp;amp;A would have to head home to get their kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had meetings most of the day Saturday until about 5. Didn’t give me much time to get back to my room, shower, and get dressed. Plus, I had promised to get some food, so I ordered vegetable and fruit combination platters. Can you believe for two trays of veggies and fruit it cost damn near $50? But then again, this was Manhattan , and there isn’t anything cheap there. I straightened up the room (had to get my stuff out of the way) and placed the food tray near the window. I had just removed the plastic covering the food before I heard a knock at the door and then voices. I opened the door to greet my guests—hugs for the ladies and handshakes for the gents. I invited them in and they made themselves at home. I’m not sure how they felt, but I certainly was excited about the evening. We talked about how they met, and how R&amp;amp;L and I had met while we ate some food. At one point, the ladies excused themselves to the bathroom to change while R set up the camera. The ladies came out in appropriate clothing for the evening - in see-through lace catsuits - L in red and A in black. Some pics were taken of everyone before the real fun began. I should admit that so much stimulation was going on that evening; it will be difficult for me to recount it all in detail, as I don’t remember every detail. Of course, there was intercourse in multiple variations—V and A, R and L, V and L, R and A, A and me, and L and me. But I do remember the high points for certain!! And I think those are the points I will put in this blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;--L and I both going down on A’s sweet pussy. Such a tasty treat and my first time sharing a pussy with a lady.&lt;br /&gt;--Sliding my dick slowly into A for the first time (missionary), hearing her moan softly as I slid inside. It was her first time going black and apparantly had never had anyone quite that size.  I followed with nice rhythmic thrusts, reveling in the warm, wet feeling.&lt;br /&gt;--Working myself into L’s snug pussy for the first time that night (but, as you know, not my first time being inside her). Also, in the missionary position.&lt;br /&gt;--A on all fours as I took her doggy, watching that lovely round of ass of her move to my thrusts. This was quite memorable as she egged me on to give it to her hard and deep and I obliged. Boy I can practically hear her screams to this day - I held her firmly in place by the ankles as she was pounding the bed with her fists and screaming as she came. Now, to add to this image, was L on all fours next to A, as if waiting her turn for me to drill her doggy. Well, she was, and yes I did.&lt;br /&gt;--After all that activity, I had to recline for a bit. Well, I didn’t rest for long as both A and L moved up the bed and began sharing my penis orally. Now, if you have not had this done to you, you should!! Such a glorious feeling to have two ladies perform on you orally. And I can say I have experienced it. And then got a nice two handed handjob by L for a finish - she said how she loves to see me cum. Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, but the night wasn’t done. Yes, everyone went for round two in all the various positions. All in all, must have been nearly 3 hours of relatively continuous fun!! I’m surprised I didn’t’ have heart failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, V&amp;amp;A, unfortunately, had to call it a night. They had to catch a train to get home. That left R&amp;amp;L and me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, after V &amp;amp; A said their good byes, R, L, and I got ourselves cleaned up, redressed, and we went out for dinner. We found a nice seafood place not far from the hotel. After dinner, we went back to the hotel and crashed for the evening--L between R and me. Needless to say I didn't sleep very well. Not the easiest thing to do with a someone rubbing up against you through the night. Well, somewhere during that evening, L began stirring and the next thing you know, she was stroking my dick to full attention. R was still asleep. She gave it some proper oral attention and before you know it, I had her on all fours and I was pounding away doggy style. That's when R awakened to the sight before him and watched as L pumped back to meet every thrust. Several positions later, we were again spent. We again cleaned ourselves up before R and L bade me goodbye. Unfortunately, I was in NYC for work!! A memorable time to say the least with some firsts--first time with two ladies at the same time and first time actually sharing a bed with a hotwife. In both cases, not my last time though!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Installment #3 to come--good times in Charm City!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-7940849992852881167?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/7940849992852881167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=7940849992852881167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7940849992852881167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7940849992852881167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-is-more-fun-than-one-in-empire.html' title='&quot;Two is more fun than one in the Empire State ”'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-2018140288074377418</id><published>2007-11-09T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T16:45:17.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time in the Nutmeg State</title><content type='html'>If you’ve read my blog recently, you've seen that I've indicated an intent to write up a 5-part series of a hotwife I know fairly well. In a way, they really helped shape my understanding of the hotwife lifestyle, because when I met them, I had recently started down this hotwifing path. A lot of things I’ve learned about hotwifing have been because of my interactions with them. So I think it only fitting I write up my experiences with them—sort of a tribute if you will to a sexy blonde hotwife, with a predilection for tall, dark, and handsome men of color, and her very understanding husband. I must not forget him, for without him, I’m certain that I would not have had the opportunity to bed his wife. Oh, what a great time it has been bedding her in different positions and places. I understand they are taking a hiatus from hotwifing. If they return, my fingers will be crossed in the hope I’m the first person they contact. Well, the following is part I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Time in the Nutmeg State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met this couple on a trip of mine to Connecticut. For brevity’s sake, let’s call him R and her L I found them in a Yahoo group, which happened to have an interracial theme to it. We corresponded several times (over a few weeks) by email and IM before agreeing to meet on my trip there. But first, they wanted to talk on the phone before meeting, as did I. How was I to know that there was actually a lady on that end. We talked on the phone a week before my trip and by all accounts had a good conversation and gave them all the particulars about my trip—when I was due to arrive, where I was staying, and when/where we’d meet. We agreed to meet on a Sunday evening at the bar in the hotel I was staying around 8:00. I had a dinner that I had to attend and figured I’d be finished in time to get back. However, I was running late and I hoped they hadn’t left when I arrived around 8:30. Thank goodness when I entered the bar, I saw them still there. (Two lessons learned: bring cell phone number and allow people an hour or so to show as things can come up).&lt;br /&gt;They were both as advertised in their pictures they shared with me. She was a tall, slender blonde. She was wearing a nice top and skirt and sandals (with polished toenails of course—right up my alley). I’m thinking to myself this just might be my lucky night. I joined them for a beer and we talked about an hour on a variety of subjects. At one point she excused herself to use the restroom and he told me that she liked me. After her return we talked some more and then I excused myself to use the restroom. When I returned he asked would I like to help him give the Mrs. a massage and perhaps play with them.. Who was I to turn this down? So we paid the bill, and while she waited in the lobby, I headed out with R to get some stuff out of their car. We returned and headed up to my room.&lt;br /&gt;After some more conversation, everyone was reduced to their undergarments. L had on a sexy matching bra and panty outfit with lace. Next thing you know, R and I were giving her a four-hand massage-first while she laid on her stomach, and then while she was on her back. R’s hand began to roam up the inside of her thighs and I took the cue and followed suit. Her nipples were also asking for attention. So while R was between her legs massaging, I was sucking on her perky nipples. Next thing you know, her panties were off and I was nestled with a bird’s eye view of lovely pussy, devoid of any hair. Yes, I partook of her offering, while she was doing the same to R. R and I switched positions for a while, and then L and I engaged in some 69. It was such a sight to see those lovely lips parted, just waiting for my tongue to dip in between. Well, although she was doing some great oral work on my member, I longed to part her lips with my dick. Now, my memory is vague here as to which order was which (and hopefully R and L can help me here), but I do know that I parted those sweet lips from behind, missionary, and cowgirl before the night was over. Such a glorious feeling it was, her tight pussy gripping my meaty dick. And R was in the mix from time to time as well. After all, this is hotwifing, and that often means hubby is involved pleasing the wife. And I do believe she was pleased. There were plenty of screams coming from her. R tells me she climaxed at least 10 times. After all that hot, sweaty fun, we reclined on the bed—L between R and I—and previewed the video just recorded. Oh, I forgot to tell you that images were captured and if I’ve done my homework correctly, you will see at least one image from that evening posted here!! The night was getting late and R and L had to drive back home. So they redressed, and prepared to leave. I shook R’s hand and, of course, gave L a big hug. We told each other we’d be in contact—and if you’ve read the intro, you know we were!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there are pics to go with this post. I have to get them ready to place in here. Look for them soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next installment—Two is better than one in the Empire State!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-2018140288074377418?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/2018140288074377418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=2018140288074377418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2018140288074377418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2018140288074377418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-time-in-nutmeg-state.html' title='First Time in the Nutmeg State'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-8626690739701387388</id><published>2007-11-07T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T19:18:00.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Update</title><content type='html'>OK, it's been a month since my last post. I've been busy with a little travel and starting a new job. I hope to be able to sit down this weekend and get some blog entries in. I still have to get the 5-part series posted (two are completely written--just struggling with loading pics). I also have another encounter to post with a hotwife I connected with again this week. I alluded to her in my last post. The other lady I alluded to has a health issue that will postpone our meeting. But we have promised each other it will happen--just might have to wait  until 2008!! What a way to start the new year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-8626690739701387388?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/8626690739701387388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=8626690739701387388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8626690739701387388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8626690739701387388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-update.html' title='November Update'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-8829218121049853256</id><published>2007-10-08T17:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T17:59:31.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October update..</title><content type='html'>OK, it has been awhile since I posted. Been busy here, a couple of trips, much work, and soon to be new job. I'll still be traveling, but my cycle will be different. So there will still be entries here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the coming weeks, I will putting together a 5-part series (with pics hopefully) about my encounter with a blonde hotwife from up North. Keep an eye out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there is a good chance there will be a couple of entries of two hotwives that I hope to be seeing again in the coming weeks. A careful read of my blog entries and replies will give you an idea of who these two ladies might be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-8829218121049853256?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/8829218121049853256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=8829218121049853256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8829218121049853256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/8829218121049853256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-update.html' title='October update..'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-3819185770435416305</id><published>2007-08-27T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T10:21:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Beantown-Recap!!</title><content type='html'>OK, I’m back from Boston and I can say that the planned meeting went off pretty much without a hitch. And given the fact that neither of us had seen pictures of each other, I must say one could say that was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me recap the meeting. As I mentioned earlier, I had been chatting with a couple (J and M) for about two months now. Interestingly enough, during our chats we found out that we’d both be in Boston on the same weekend. It was her belated birthday celebration and I was there on business. And I was only too happy to help her celebrate it. I hope she (and J) enjoyed it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working for most of the day on Friday. Around 3 I got a break so I went back to my hotel room to shower, shave, and change. I would have another hour or so to work, but would be done no later than 5:30ish, in time to meet them at their hotel at 6. I arrived at their hotel around 5:45 and J met me at the top of the escalator. They were waiting for me in the lobby as previously agreed upon. A nice friendly handshake from J and friendly one from M as well, who I should add was looking quite lovely in an off-white short dress and brown open-toed slides. And, she was wearing a lovely shade of polish on her toes—OPI Koala Berry . A berry-hued pink that provided an exceptional contrast with her skin tone. When she first told me about the color, I had to look it up. I was imagining what it looked like on her feet the rest of the week. And it was just as I imagined—stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After exchanging pleasantries, we boarded the elevator and headed to the lounge for snacks and a drink. The lounge was crowded as it just opened and families were coming in for free snacks. So we grabbed a quick snack and headed back to their hotel room. It was a good test to see the comfort level of the three of us with a bed sitting right there and the M looking so sexy. We engaged in some good conversation (non-sex related), and then headed back to the lounge. This time we were able to get a seat and we had a drink and some more snacks. We continued conversing and began chatting about people on the site where we met. It was clear from the goose bumps that M was cold, but then again, she was dressed a little less than J and I. So we decided to head across the street for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait for dinner was short I thought for a Friday night. We barely got drinks at the bar before they called our table. We sat down to eat—J and M across from each other and M next to me. Throughout the evening, thus far, I was surreptitiously checking out her feet. J was right—he told me she had the prettiest feet he’d seen and I really could not disagree. After dinner, we headed back to their hotel room. We sat down, J and I in the side chairs and M on the bed, sans sandals and continue talking. This time the talk did drift directly into sexual territory. M was sitting on the bed, sipping her drink, legs crossed, her feet directly in my line of sight. Either she or J suggested that I give her the promised foot rub. Who was I to say no. Besides I’d been admiring her feet all evening (OK, yes I’m a leg and foot man). She moved onto the ottoman and I began to give her the promised massage. My position offered a great view of her legs as well and an ever so slight peek of those lovely undergarments. Well, after a few moments of massaging her feet, J suggested we move to the bed to continue the massage. Which we did. She rested her feet in my lap and I continued the massage. A few minutes later, she moved to sit behind me, positioned so I could still massage her feet while she began massaging my shoulders. All the while we were still talking about all sorts of things, including Jack Keruoac. (I hope M reads this blog and comments on that). I removed my shirt to make the massage easier—I mean if I was massaging her bare feet, she could massage my bare back. Well, the next thing you know we’re exchanging kisses. I guess the evening was progressing nicely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later I had removed my trousers, shoes and socks and was in the process of removing M’s dress. Ahh, the view of her clad only in panties was so nice. Now I couldn’t let that view go to waste. I went back to kissing her and then slowly worked my way down her neck to her nipples. She had beautiful, perky breasts with large, firm nipples, perfect for luxuriously sucking. After several minutes of that I began my march southward, licking down her stomach to her navel. I slipped my hands under her hips and slowly removed her panties, to reveal and lovely tuff of pubic hair. I then moved to her ankles and began licking slowly up her legs until I reached her junction. I didn’t lick the folds of her lips yet…I teased her some, licking all around her musky opening, relishing her scent, before I lightly flicked her nether lips. She tasted just as good as she smelled—intoxicating—and I stayed down there feasting on her until I noticed her hips start to squirm and heard moans. It appeared she was getting close and I was not going to stop until I could get her to come. At least that was my plan. So I kept lapping away at her until she let out a loud moan and she relaxed. (J later told me that the image of me eating her and her feet resting against my shoulders was just lovely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I moved up onto the bed with beside M and she returned the favor, licking me from my neck down to my groin and a bit below before giving some nice, gentle oral action (I especially loved when she licked up and down my shaft). I reached around to gently finger her pussy and was amazed at how wet she was. So I asked her if there was something I could do with what she was holding in her hand. So she told me that she’d love it inside her. No argument here. I quickly slipped on a condom and gently slid into her missionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ve used the word exquisite a few times already, but that’s the exact word for how she felt when I slid into her—exquisitely warm, exquisitely wet, and exquisitely tight. I began a nice steady slow rhythm sliding in and out of her, feeling her grip my shaft with each move back. I looked down and could see how wet she was, her juices coating the base of my dick. Such a hot image that was. It is burned into my memory. We remained in this position for some time, while J was watching the action. I was moaning, M was moaning louder. We then moved into the doggy position for a few moments. M then indicated she was feeling a little stretched—at first I thought she meant her legs were parted to widely, but then the light bulb clicked in my head. She was feeling stretched from me being inside her. I apologize profusely and offered to stop. And I did just that, I slipped out of her and she turned back over onto her back. We laid there for a moment resting. I then asked her, did she know about my secret spot. She said no and I told her it was my ears. She smiled and began whispering in my ear before licking it. It didn’t take long before I was at full mast and was easing myself into her. Just as warm and tight as before. It didn’t take long with her licking and my thrusting before I felt that familiar urge. The next thing you know, I’m exploding inside her (well, inside the condom inside her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up to head to the bathroom to dispose of, you know, and to wipe my face—yes, she had me sweating profusely. But I can’t think of a better way to sweat. After drying off, the three of us sat on the bed chatting and watching TV. Of course, I continued to massage her feet and she gave me a slight taste of what a footjob from her would feel like. I sure hope to feel more of that next time we meet. As the night was getting long, I decided it was time for me to leave them alone. I dressed, said my goodbyes, and headed back to my hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have since been in contact with them and I believe all three of us are looking forward to a repeat performance. They don’t’ know this yet, but I’m working on a trip their way in in late September if I can swing it. I have a trip to NYC already scheduled—so I’d be more than halfway to them. We’ll see what I can work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-3819185770435416305?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/3819185770435416305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=3819185770435416305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3819185770435416305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3819185770435416305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-from-beantown-recap.html' title='Back from Beantown-Recap!!'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-4156683333081527761</id><published>2007-08-14T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:01:15.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August update #2--Bound for Boston</title><content type='html'>Busy week this week as I get ready for a business trip to New England. I will be there for nearly 6 days, busily working away for nearly the entire time. However, I have carved out this Friday evening to meet a couple I’ve been conversing with for the past couple of months. I’m really looking forward to meeting them as we seem to have quite a bit in common. The Mr. has been cool, straightforward and easy to communicate with and the Mrs. has been as well. The Mr’s description of her falls right in line with what I like in a hotwife—a brunette long with long legs!! Plus, she has a predilection for wearing sandals and polishing the nails. And all my readers know how I feel about sandals and polished toenails. She tells me she’s going to be wearing pink—sort of a berry hue. I had to go look up the polish online to see it for myself. Should look quite striking on her feet. I just hope I can keep my eyes averted for most of the time. Although I did promise her a foot massage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, look for a post sometime next week with details—of course, with the names excised out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man do I love hotwives!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-4156683333081527761?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/4156683333081527761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=4156683333081527761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/4156683333081527761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/4156683333081527761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-update-2-bound-for-boston.html' title='August update #2--Bound for Boston'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-7924879746369440100</id><published>2007-08-14T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T11:59:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>Blast from the Recent Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just chatting with a hotwife I met on one of my travels to the Southeast US. She appeared a bit down on herself, not feeling too good about her image. She seemed much better after chatting with her—cause she is one sexy milf!! Hmm, I guess I can’t call her a milf as I’ve already hat the pleasure. Perhaps I should call her a milfa—one I’d like to do “a”gain!! Anyway, she told me how amazing the night was that we met and that she’d not soon forget it. I mentioned that I should put that in my blog. She agreed, as long as names were left out. So here it is (as you can tell, it’s not something I’d soon forget either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my trip to the Southeast US, I got the chance to meet a couple I had been chatting with for a couple of months. We had planned on meeting on my previous trip a month earlier, however, complications prohibited it from happening. Now, I’m not always known for giving couples a second chance if they blow me off for a meeting. However, my gut was telling me that this couple was for real and that if I give them a second chance they’ll come through. So I told them when I’d be back, and what club I’d be visiting while there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the club a little early and took a seat at the bar where I could easily see the entrance. The club wasn’t too busy at that time, but there were a few couples there, the ladies were dressed in their Valentines best (the theme was Valentines’ party). This couple in question arrived about 35 minutes after I did. She was wearing a red, silk dress and black sandals. He was dressed casually like me. We introduced ourselves and began chatting. She was much better looking in person—with an out of this world tan. Perfectly bronzed—almost to the point where one would think she used tanning lotion. But I know for certain she didn’t (read on and you’ll see why). Boy, do I love tanned women!! Anyway, after about 15 min, they got a phone call, and I thought, “oh, oh, there goes the evening.” They had told me they were having family issues (which kept them from meeting a month earlier) and they weren’t even sure they were coming tonight. I could tell something was on their minds. Well, my mind was put at ease when after 10 min, they were back and said all was well. However, she was still a bit wound up. So, when the next song came on, he suggested we go out for a dance. Who was I to say no!! the song (a relatively fast song) was about halfway over by the time we got out there. Or so I thought—because as soon as we started dancing, the dj played a slow song. I wasn’t sure if we should stay out there or not. But I didn’t’ have to make that decision as she suggested that we do and we danced close for the slow song. She smelled great, skin was soft, dress was soft. Dancing this close together, certainly created a rise in the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she and I danced and the three of us talked off and on for the better part of an hour. Then, while we were sitting at the bar, she moved close to me and asked did I like to kiss, followed quickly by saying that she loved kissing. I think I nodded yes because before I knew it, we were locked in a kiss that certainly woke up my dick. She kissed me several times at the bar—but let’s not think she forgot her hubby. He got plenty of attention from her as well. She seemed to be in much better spirits than she was when they arrived. While I was ordering a drink they had a slightly off-line conversation (they were next to me, but I couldn’t hear them). I turned back around and she asked me did I like older women. I said if yes, if you are referring to one like yourself. She leaned forward and planted another kiss on me, moving her hips right into my crotch. Well, all I can say is that I’m glad I had on slacks—jeans would have been extremely uncomfortable at this time. Then, he suggested we head back to my hotel. Now you know what that side conversation was. &lt;smile&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they followed me back to my hotel room—which was on their way back home. After we get in and settle in, she quickly removed her dress (with his help) and slid up under the bed covers, saying she was cold. I asked her did she need some help warming up and her response was to lift up the covers. I clearly got that hint and stripped down to my underwear. After getting in the bed, we hugged and kissed while hubby moved to the other side of the bed to remove her thong. While she was kissing me, she had her hand on my dick, which was at full mast. She released it from my briefs and began stroking it, looking at it admiringly before moving down for a taste. She followed with a top-flight oral session on it, and hubby managed to get a few pics of the action (I haven’t seen them yet—perhaps I should ask if she can spare one). Well, after that, it was time I gave her some oral attention—starting at her neck and working my way down. I sucked on her firm nipples for several minutes before sliding  down her stomach to her navel. I then moved down to her knees and slowly licked my way up between her legs. Yep, this was a natural, all-over tan. I nestled myself between her legs and began to lick her pussy. Her aroma was intoxicating as I dove in. She held my hands while I ate her, looking at me with the most inviting, sultry look I’ve ever been given. She had those bedroom eyes to die for. The look was telling me she was really enjoying it. At least I hope she was, as I did my damndest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after several minutes of that, I simply had to feel how hot she was inside. I quickly prepared myself (read: put on a condom), and slowly entered her. She was so hot inside. So snug, so wet. I just simply lost myself in the moment of having sex and just enjoyed the ecstasy of thrusting in and out of her. She smelled so good, felt so good, so soft, so silky, so hot. I stayed at it as long as I could take it, before I began to feel those familiar sensations. It didn’t’ take long before the orgasm was nearly upon me. She whispered in my ear to cum on her breasts. Now who am I to deny such a request? So I slowly slipped out of her, removed the condom and moments later released a rather copious load on her chest. Some of it got on her neck and her hair (I’m sorry my aim wasn’t better—but I didn’t know I was going to cum so much). We laid there for a few moments before getting up to clean ourselves off. I nearly forgot hubby was in the room. But not completely. After we cleaned up and got redressed, I thanked him for allowing me the opportunity to be where I was just moments ago. She gave me a deep good bye kiss and both indicated that we should stay in touch and keep them posted for when I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, one of the best hotwife nights I’ve had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-7924879746369440100?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/7924879746369440100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=7924879746369440100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7924879746369440100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/7924879746369440100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/08/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-104855942411290049</id><published>2007-08-07T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:40:01.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Update</title><content type='html'>OK, the dog days of August have arrived in the Nation's Capital. Why in the hell do I live here? I guess because this area has perhaps the best October anywhere. Not cold, not hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not why people are here. You want to hear about my exploits. Not a whole lot to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For July, met up with a local hotwife who I've been chatting with for months. Just couldn't get the schedules to coincide until then. We met for drinks, chatted some, and retired to a room. This lady has a submissive streak and I did take advantage of it (as asked, or should I say begged). She was to bring certain items--she forgot one thing and yes, she got spanked well for it. She proceeded to give me oral pleasure--but only after asking to do so. This type of behavior proceeded--her asking permission to do certain things, and me granting it, sometimes upon conditions. So went through the paces until she begged me to unload on her pussy. And a mighty load it was. After a short break, went for round 2. First she washed me off, sucked me to full mast..and begged to plunge in. This time I unloaded on her tits. Unfortunately both of us were on time constraints, but we have been chatting since and will meet up again. She wants me to take her ass--as a challenge because she hasn't had one as big as me in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For August, thus far, I went to Tampa on business. Was supposed to meet up with two different couples. One couple, whom I've met before, just didn't respond at all. Not sure what happened to them. The other couple I did meet up with, but they were unsure about adding a man to the mix (to date, only ladies and couples). So nothing happened with them. However, sometimes out of the blue, something good does happen. And the good thing that happened out of this was that I visited a swing club down there on a webgirls night. Met a couple of FL webgirls. But I also met a couple down there and the wife would put any web girl's body to shame. They invited me back to the play area and we had a little fun. I have been in contact with them and when I come back to Tampa, they want me to look them up. So not a bad trip after all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this month, I plan on meeting up with a couple I've been chatting with from a hotwives site. If all goes well, I'll be meeting them twice. My fingers are crossed--from hubby's description, this will be fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping to meet back up with the July hotwife if our schedules coincide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep everyone posted.  Time to start working on my Fall travel. I know there is a certain hotwife from the Midwest I must reconnect with. She's a sexy blonde originally from TX who has a fondness for a certain Publisher. I must say the feeling is quite mutual!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-104855942411290049?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/104855942411290049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=104855942411290049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/104855942411290049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/104855942411290049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-update.html' title='August Update'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-2063482038745848435</id><published>2007-07-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:13:18.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in...</title><content type='html'>No, nothing has happened since my two June hotwife adventures. Figured I put up a note regarding my hotwife planning for the July and August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a member of a hotwife site that I've found to be really good. It has put me in contact with a few sexy hotwives over the past year or so. Unfortunately, none near me, to date. I say to date, because I got a response from a reasonably local hotwife and we've been conversing a bit as we try to arrange a late July meeting. I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, from the same site, I've been chatting quite a bit with a couple who lives north of me. The progress here is looking very promising and we are working on a mid-August meeting. I feel quite good about this one, and if all works out, they will be traveling to my area at a later date and hopefully we can meet again. Nothing like subsequent meetings---the nervousness goes out the window. I'll keep my readers posted on this one as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone asks, yes, they both have long legs. And I do believe I can convince hubby to get them to wear some sexy  black sandals--strappy, and not stacked!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-2063482038745848435?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/2063482038745848435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=2063482038745848435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2063482038745848435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2063482038745848435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/07/checking-in.html' title='Checking in...'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-4374962393179373744</id><published>2007-07-03T11:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:05:04.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Hotwife #2</title><content type='html'>OK, I will recount my second hotwife adventure for June. But first, I realized that I didn't mention the black strappy sandals the June Hotwife#1 had on along with the pink nail polish. Which went well with her tan. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, June #2. Would you believe I got an invite to another hotel party this past weekend. This one was a little larger than the previous one and thus had more ladies. Which is good because that gave me more eye candy to view. Well, I get their relatively early, but 4 ladies are already there. One in particular caught my eye, but she was engaged in conversation with two other guys. Thus, I was going to have to bide my time. I said hi to the people I knew, and introduced myself to those I didn't know. One person happened to be a guy there with his wife. I struck up a conversation with him for a bit and then asked him who was his wife. Lo and behold it was the lady who caught my eye earlier. I'm thinking, this is good. I've already talked with her husband. And he told me to go ahead and introduce myself to her. Well, 15 minutes later, the opportunity presented itself and I did so. She had been palm reading other folks, well she calls it reading people, so I asked her to read me. She mentioned something about me suffering heartbreak in the past--which was true. This opened the door for more conversation. I already found out they were from a neighboring state and were staying at a hotel nearby. Now while she was standing next to me conversing about things such as hotel parties, football, the weather, etc., I was checking out her shoes. Yep, you guessed it--black strap sandals with pinkish red nail polish. And a toe ring to boot, if my memory serves me right. Hopefully she'll read this blog and correct me if I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time, one of the ladies came out of the other room after changing and she mentioned she was going to change. I asked, into what. And she told me a black, sheer long sleeve top. She didn't mention anything else! She grabbed her bag and headed off to the back bathroom. After a few moments (OK, seconds!!) I ambled back to the back bedroom adjacent to the bathroom. Well, there was already some action there--two ladies all over each other. About this time, the aforementioned lady came out wearing the sheer black top and a black thong--and those sexy sandals. Tall, leggy. Yummy. I'll state now I'm definitely a leg and foot kind of guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well moments later she's on the bed in front of me while a guy and a lady are between her legs. The lady between her legs said, her breasts need attention. And then, S (better than just saying she all the time!!) pulled up her top and unveiled those lovely breasts. I suddenly reverted to my infancy and began sucking on those nipples like a malnourished child. Well, after three people eating her, S decided she needed a break. But before she took the break, my clothes managed to come off, I got a nice blowjob and we french kissed. She stood up and began fanning herself. I sat down on the bed hoping that my opportunity hadn't slipped past. Well, turned out it didn't because moments later, S was stroking my dick..keeping it hard. She straddled me, I slipped on a condom, and then I was buried in a hot, tight, silky pussy. She rode me cowgirl style for several minutes--and hubby got a good picture of this. Hmm, how could I have missed the flash!! I then suggested we switch positions. S asked, is that what I want. And I said YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S hopped off, layed down on her back, parted those long, luscious legs, and invited me into her. It felt so good going in an out of her--slowly at first, but then faster and harder (at her urging--now what's a guy to do when a lady your inside tells you to "pound that pussy"?--yes, you pound it). She kept talking dirty to me the whole time, whispering in my ears in between licks. [Note to the ladies: My ears are my weak spot. You lick them and you got me!] OK, back to the fun. Well, I unintentionally slipped out of her--perhaps pounding too hard?? Nahhhh!!! S lifted her hips up a bit, putting her feet right at my eye level. So, yes, I grabbed both feet (her shoes were still on) and she guided back into her. I began plowing away again. Then I let those pretty feet go and got back down on top her mish style. I was beginning to sweat, and I apologized for it. S said not to worry. It's good sweat. Then, I think it was time for both of us to take a break. Which was fine, as I planned to finish this later that evening. She went outside to catch some air. AFter she came back, I could sense something wasn't right. She told me she wasn't feeling well and was going to get some medicine. Each time we passed each other we hugged, kissed and felt each other up, but I could see she wasn't getting much better. Unfortunately, S was getting a migraine, which meant no more fun for us together. She apologized several times that night and I said no worries. These things happen. I was only worried that I wouldn't get her contact information. Well, turned out I was wrong as we're both on Yahoo. We said (she and hubby too--lest not forget him. I didn't as I thanked him for the chance to be with his lady) our goodbyes and I told her I'd be in contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I shot them a note. S responded, apologizing again. And we've been in contact a few times since. Plus, she sent me this hot pic of her on top of me. Man I wish I could share it, but alas, we agreed we will not. You readers will simply have to picture it in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my next hotwife adventure will also feature S. There is so much more I want to do with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. OK, I have been in contact with June Hotwife #2 and her hubby and they agreed to let me post the pic you see on my blog. Oh those long sexy legs and strappy sandals. Not to mention that exquisite place between those long legs. Whew!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-4374962393179373744?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/4374962393179373744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=4374962393179373744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/4374962393179373744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/4374962393179373744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-hotwife-2.html' title='June Hotwife #2'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-4858140315688391001</id><published>2007-07-03T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T11:12:32.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Hotwife #1</title><content type='html'>OK, in my previous entry I stated I would summarize my last two hotwife experiences. Here's the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an invite to a hotel party and decided to attend as I was getting back in town that morning. Generally at these parties there are several guys and ladies (often with their husbands there for encouragement). These start out as meet and greets until one of the ladies decide to get the party started. And then it's off to the races. I generally lay back, survey the landscape, talk to most of the folks there before I decide to play. So more often than not, it's only one lady I end up playing with. I use the parties as opportunities for possible future meets with couples one-on-one. Well, this particular blonde, whom I had met before at a party, decided she wanted to have some fun with me. And am I to argue. First, I got a nice hot blowjob (which turned into a double blowjob when a tall redhead joined in for a few). Guys, if you ever get the chance for a shared bj..take it. Trust me on this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the double bj, it was into the bedroom for some doggy fun with the blonde. And she wanted it and wanted it hard. So, again, who am I to turn down this request. Thus, I plowed away at that tight pussy, while playing with her anus with my thumb. Well, you know what happens after doing this for a while. I could feel the orgasm coming. And I think she sensed it as well, so she turned around and asked me, "you ready to cum all over me". I took the bait and said yes, where do you want it. She told me all over her titties. So she pulled off me, flipped around and on her back(while I pulled off the condom) and began licking my balls as I stroked myself. Then I hear her husband say, "Why don't you cum on her face".  Hearing that, she slid back from under me turned on her side and said "yeah, cum on my face". Moments later I did just that, and her hubby took pics of the entire cumshot. She remarked at how hot and large the load was. It was all I could do to keep standing. After we cleaned up, hubby remarked, "we're looking forward to you doing that again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so am I!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for June adventure #2 with the next post....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-4858140315688391001?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/4858140315688391001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=4858140315688391001' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/4858140315688391001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/4858140315688391001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-hotwife-1.html' title='June Hotwife #1'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-3090675850863370029</id><published>2007-07-02T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:18:34.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long legs and sandals</title><content type='html'>OK, it's been a minute (and then some) since I last updated my blog. I guess that was because there weren't any real adventures to post. However, the past two weekends I have met two nice relatively local hotwife couples (both are in neighboring states to mine). Both ladies have the two things that draw my attention--long legs and strappy sandals. I know some guys like long legs and pumps. Although I have nothing against pumps, those strappy sandals do something to me that pumps cannot. And I'm not talking about the platform kind the strippers wear--they look too clunky to me. I'm talking about the kind with soles and heels like pumps. Stick a pair of well-manicured feet in a pair of black, strappy sandals and combine those with long, bare legs. I have only three words for that---fa-bu-lous!!! But the hotwives who know me know this and they've all made that trip to the nail salon to get a pedicure before we meet. Hmm, I'm wondering, perhaps I might have an ever-so-slight foot fetish here!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress here. My next two posts will detail my last two hotwife adventures. Keep an eye out for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pub&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-3090675850863370029?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/3090675850863370029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=3090675850863370029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3090675850863370029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3090675850863370029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/07/long-legs-and-sandals.html' title='Long legs and sandals'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-2360104026189776993</id><published>2007-05-24T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T10:02:55.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from OH/KY</title><content type='html'>Hmmm, I'm back from my trip to the Bluegrass State. Believe or not, it was my first time actually staying in the state. I had been chatting with a couple from Cincy who was going to cross the Ohio River to meet. However, they were a no-call, no-email, no-show!! I can't understand why people do that.  Just simply say you don't want to meet, for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I stayed in Kentucky, I flew through Dayton. My timing was just off, as I had two couples near Dayton who were interested in meeting, but couldn't do so during the week on short notice. Ah well, those things happen. At least they told me they couldn't meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No travel for a while. My next trips are to areas where I happen to personally know hotwives. So, barring anything crazy, I should be able to work something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-2360104026189776993?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/2360104026189776993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=2360104026189776993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2360104026189776993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2360104026189776993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-from-ohky.html' title='Back from OH/KY'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-3332860401654792558</id><published>2007-05-16T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T11:19:37.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 14, 2007-A Local Hotwife</title><content type='html'>Although I'm sketchy about meeting local hotwives (especially when their hubbies are away at work), I agreed to meet a lady I've been chatting with for some time. Perhaps my sketchiness is due to an unnatural fear of being stalked--which has happened once, thinking back. Anyway, back to the meeting. I think she thought I wasn't for real, so she laid down the gauntlet for me while I was out of town on business. Basically she said she proved to her I was for real and it was time I did the same. So I cut out an afternoon from work and agreed to make the trip across the Potomac. I showed up on time and waited for her arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She arrived, and to my surprise, much more shy than I thought she'd be. I showered and she offered to lotion me, making certain to leave a certain body part unlotioned--something about not enjoying the taste of lotion. Well, after being lotioned, she went to work, displaying some damn good oral skills. While doing that, of course, I had to spank her on the butt several times--besides, she practically begged me to do so. Then she said she was ready for her garden to be plowed. And thus I did!! I plowed away at various speeds and thrusts for a while. Then, after a brief break, it was back to oral action from her, followed by some more plowing until I was ready to unload. A shift in position and I was back at her face before exploding into her hair and all over her chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, not sure I could have found a better way to spend the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to Ohio in a couple of days. Perhaps I'll have something to blog about upon my return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-3332860401654792558?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/3332860401654792558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=3332860401654792558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3332860401654792558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/3332860401654792558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-14-2007-local-hotwife.html' title='May 14, 2007-A Local Hotwife'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-5087238144135184986</id><published>2007-05-01T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:11:17.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1, 2007 (updated)</title><content type='html'>OK, I tried to edit my "more to come" post, but it wouldn't let me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to write about my visit in the midwest this past Friday. Met a nice couple, whom I'll call Mr and Mrs MFM. The Mr. is real cool and the Mrs. is cool as well, not to mention a hotwife. A blonde, sexy hotwife at that. Here's my assessment of the evening. I know, very detailed, but that's the editor in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April was a pretty good month (besides the fact it's my birthday month). I ended the month with a trip to Midwest to meet a lady and hubby whom I've been chatting with for quite sometime. The meeting went quite well and I had a very enjoyable time. I hope she reads this and sees how great a time I had. I know she was concerned that she was a little preoccupied with family stuff--but I want her to know that all is OK.&lt;br /&gt;I landed around 6 and got to my hotel around 6:15. I called them at 6:30 to verify our meeting at 8. They arrived a little early (less traffic than I thought I guess--but then again, who as traffic worse than DC). We greeted each other warmly (handshake for Mr and a hug for Mrs--who by the way looked every bit as good if not better than her pic) and off we went to the bar in the pink and black mobile!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a good conversation at the bar for a couple of hours, talking about a variety of things, before they gave me the signal that they were ready to head back to my hotel. And for the next two hours or so, Mr and I took turns doing our damndest to satisfy Mrs. The time went sort of like this--first the Mr. and Mrs. lost their clothes (she had on a sexy pink and black thong--notice the color theme here!!) and then I got the message to lose mine. But not before some kissing and nibbling (read--me sucking on her nipples). After losing my clothes I licked down her tummy to her navel and continued down until I got to that smooth, soft nether region. I gotta say, I haven't run across a pussy that smooth in sometime. It was so smooth (and tasty) that I snacked there for quite some time, trying my best to get her to cum (I hope I did a good enough job). It was then she told me that she was ready to feel me inside her (well, actually the Mr asked her was she ready and she breathed yes).&lt;br /&gt;Three positions (mish, her on top, and doggy) and about an hour or so later, with the Mr getting in the action, both of us came all over her. After a little clean up, she tucked herself under the sheet. She inquired about a massage, and of course, who am I to refuse, and I gave her a brief one. Next time, will need to bring the oils. After the massage, they had to go home, to tend to some family business early that morning (yes, it was past midnight). She apologized profusely for having to leave so early, but I continue to tell her it was OK. I really enjoyed my time with them. Now she has promised me that the next time will be wilder--hmm, better take my vitamins and get back on the treadmill. It was well worth the sidetrip home. Time to start making plans for a return trip to the Midwest!! Yes, they took pics, but I do not have permission to share. You'll have to ask them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Publisher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-5087238144135184986?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/5087238144135184986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=5087238144135184986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/5087238144135184986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/5087238144135184986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-1-2007-updated.html' title='May 1, 2007 (updated)'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1307427731250373214.post-2297747689719690408</id><published>2007-05-01T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:50:44.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 1, 2007</title><content type='html'>More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1307427731250373214-2297747689719690408?l=pianopub41.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/feeds/2297747689719690408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1307427731250373214&amp;postID=2297747689719690408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2297747689719690408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1307427731250373214/posts/default/2297747689719690408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianopub41.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-1-2007.html' title='May 1, 2007'/><author><name>The Publisher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10101963473565808397</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
