Cowgirl

Angie and I have not done much for the blog as of late because of the fact the tail end of the summer has been slow and Wilson has not been accessible to her due to his other work and family priorities. We haven’t been doing anything with our time other than enjoying sunny days at the beach during my spotty vacation days. The club we have been to, and written about here, has been slow too. I expect things will pick up the weekend of Sep. 13 when they once again hold a Bi-Ladies night. Angie is all excited, and so am I. We’re ready to pick the pace up I think, and this outing will be the perfect opportunity. We have been getting solicitations from other couples, but have been rather lazy about reaching out to them. So Bi-Ladies night will be the next chance to meet new friends. The events of a few weeks ago with Angelina may have whetted Angie’s appetite for pushing her personal envelope.

Since there has been relative inactivity with Wilson I offered Angie a chance to meet “Jeff”. He is someone who solicited us through the network we belong to, and he may turn out to fit Angie’s preferences. He’s the tall, dark, and handsome type, so he already has some points in his favor with her. I’ll probably drop him a line later in the week.

Angie surprised me the other day by suggesting something I never would have guessed, because it was so benign. The idea was first proposed while we were playing in our bed, and she was straddling me dominatrix-style while pinning my arms down. I initially thought, “uh-oh, what now”. Angie had already been running me into the ground with her off-the-hook libdo. We didn’t have any activity going with others so it couldn’t be a multi-player romp. I initially guessed she wanted to play some kind of game with toys or food.

It turned out to be really nothing risqué or dangerous, but…..odd. Wilson was out of town and he had asked her to keep an eye on his place. So, what does she think of? Jumping each other in his bed. If you think about it a bit, there is some kind of subtle reverse psychology going on with this idea. I am not sure for whose benefit. Actually it was fun, and Angie got some kind of personal rush out of it. We made such a mess, with Angie's lubricious gushing, everything had to be washed.

We are going to practice the Cowgirl style of fucking, since Angie wants sex in the dominant position. We’ve been all about the missionary position through our marriage, and Angiewants to break out of our routine practice. Actually missionary is my favorite, since I get to see her beautiful face, and kiss her mouth. I absolutely love the position, and Angie has learned how to position her legs way up high and wide so I get the deepest most satisfying penetration ever. But we have also had a lot of fun with doggy style. It was something of a revelation to me when Angie said she experiences a very profound stimulation from the doggy position. This kind of discovery after two and a half decades of marriage is always fun. Married life does not have to be a rut.
On a side note, September 5 marks our 26 year anniversary.

In honor of Angie’s new favorite position I created a drink called a Cowgirl. It is a variant on the well known summer drink Between The Sheets, and looks a lot like a Sex On The Beach. Only it’s better. Here’s the recipe.
2 parts light (white) rum
1 part triple sec
2 parts pineapple juice, (no sugar added)
½ part lemon juice concentrate
1 part brandy
1 teaspoon of Grenadine
Crushed ice
Wedge of lime or orange
Two maraschino cherries

Stir the rum, triple sec, pineapple and lemon juice in a shaker that has been chilled very cold. No ice yet. Pour the contents into a high ball glass, or glass of choice. Add crushed ice. Add the brandy to the top of the ice. Distribute the teaspoon of Grenadine around the surface of the ice, and let it filter down the length of the drink with the brandy. Wipe the rim of the glass with a wedge of lime or orange. Add a colorful straw and stir gently one time. Decorate the glass with the wedge and two maraschino cherries on a long garnish pick. Enjoy!