Cuckolding and Microchips.

   I've been doing some major landscaping the last month or so...and the animal shelter found one of my dogs. Sorry, but the title may be misleading, lol. This post is not about micro-chipping your cuckold husband. Although that might not be a bad idea. It would ensure your knowing his whereabouts at all times....just in case you need him to do something, lick something, fluff someone, clean up something disgusting and sticky...or whatever along those lines. I gave a hand-job to one of the landscapers. More on that in a minute. :)

   They found my Yorkshire Terrier which had been missing for almost seven years. She either ran away while someone was watching my house....or she was stolen. So imagine my surprise when on April 1st (yea, April fools day so you can imagine when they called, I was sure it was a prank) the shelter called and said that someone turned in a little Yorkie that was chipped and matched my information. I absolutely could not believe it. But it was true. So I have my little "Shay-Shay" with me again and she appears to be in good health and spirits. She's already taken over the yard and bitches/bosses the other dogs around (which include Rotties and Pitts), so she takes after me I guess.

   We redid the whole backyard and had to put in a block retaining wall about 8 foot high and I guess about 30 yards long. My property is terraced so this area is about 5 feet lower than the main section. Anyway, I've been hiring a few people here and there to take care of some of it. My husband and I did most of it but for some of the more serious labor, I'm just not that motivated. I enjoy doing most of the home improvements myself, I'm really sort of a hands on Tomboy to tell the truth. I just have to get out the riding crop to get my husband more....enthusiastic, sometimes, but as I enjoy that anyway...no downside for me. But having to fill the hole after the wall was built was 13 tons of fill dirt....a whole semi dump truck? No way in hell am I shoveling all that. :) 

   Men. Men in old faded Blue Jeans, with work boots and muscles. The real deal. Not the metrosexual guys that purchase the pre-distressed jeans and boots trying to sell you on the "look" but rather real men who work hard and wore their clothes out in that totally unique way that only a real man can do. There is this shed on the lower portion...it was there when I bought this place. I guess its homemade and is about...probably 100 square feet or so. I'm thinking of turning it into an authentic woodshed. Not to store wood in though. But more as a punishment room...for spankings and discipline with canes and switches and crops and belts and leather straps. Its big enough to get a full swing, the location makes it more or less soundproof, already has lights and stuff so I would just have it made with drywall and throw in a spanking bench (a queening chair of course) and let the beatings begin. When I go outside I often just throw on a pair of my husbands old coveralls. I mean playing with the dogs, working in the yard and so forth, its just easier than having to wash extra clothes everyday. Well, having my submissive husband wash extra clothes I should say as he does all the laundry. Anyway, depending on the time of year, I might have an under-layer of clothes on....or not. As its getting warm, most of the last few weeks when the guys were here...I did not. Michael (not to be confused with Mike....he of the thick and pungent sperm whom I've written about before. Why are most of my lovers named either Mike, Nick or Tom? Are those just names that go with manly Bulls or something?).... is about 28 and tall and lean and muscular with a great smile and engaging and affable personality.

   He also has a big dick. How do I know this? Because I gave him a hand job in the shed....are you people paying attention, or am I boring you, lol? We've been sort of flirting and doing all the "stuff" the last couple of weeks. He kept commenting on my coveralls and how they were covering up all the best parts. That sort of thing. I told him I only wore them as they had so many pockets and one never knows when and where you might need to carry a wide assortment of tools or necessary things. Sure, I'd been sort of flashing him a bit....up top...leaving it only zipped part ways. I told him I had an open marriage one day when I was giving him lunch...though I left out the cuckolding aspect....don't want to have to explain all that and/or freak the guy out. So, a few days ago the other two guys went to Lowes to get some more block and stucco and while they were gone I had him come "advise" me on the shed....asking him what it would take to make it almost "livable" even though I already knew, just being devious as I usually am and operating under the auspices of being a "dumb woman" in order to get him in there. My husband was on the other side of the wall an when we went in I saw his questioning glance and just gave him an evil little smile. So we started messing around a bit and I unzipped his jeans and took out his very nicely built cock. Long, thick, covered with veins and nice big balls. I stuck my hand into the breast pocket and smiled at him and showed him a condom. Reminding him of the reason I wear coveralls was the ability to carry all sorts of "necessary" things.

   Anyhow, I put it on telling him it was easier to keep things clean and jacked him off into it. When he ejaculated it was quite a large load of pretty thick and gloppy sperm. He left the shed sort of sheepish and a bit unsure of what to say or do and I beckoned my cuckold husband to the other side (the shed has two doors) and was just getting ready to make him swallow that fresh load and then tongue wash the condom out when my cell rang and it was the other two guys wanting me to open the lower gate so they could back the truck in with the stuff from Lowes. I swiped my finger inside the condom and a large dollop of sperm stuck to it and wiped it across his lips telling him to lick and told him to go open the gate and return quickly to finish his "dessert". But, they took a bit too long as they gate latch thing wouldn't open on one side (we hardly ever use those gates) and by the time that was done I decided to show some mercy on my cuckold and not make him gag/choke down sperm from a condom that had been sitting there for half an hour or so. Michael will be coming back on Monday. I already told my husband I'm going to fuck him in the shed and make him service me after. I'm really loving the spring weather and my ideas for this shed as well. :)

(Repost from my other blog which Google deleted during their great "anti-porn blog" purge.)  :)