Date Night

+1 without even looking because there are words here that aren't spoon fed to me by the internet/media/news. I'll read this tomorrow. I may resent this. Let's hope not for the sake of FREEDOM!

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Also, reading this gives me the same weird feeling I get watching porn with dudes.

Reading this made my meep sad.

@Wotak

Reading this made my meep sad.

@LORDKAHUNA

Also, reading this gives me the same weird feeling I get watching porn with dudes.

+1

I weird feeling when reading it. Excellent written and imaginary capability.

I weird like wow when reading this.

Get a room.

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@startrecordingnow Did you type that up in MS Word or some other strangeness before pasting?

I see the content of the post you tried to make and can shoot it over to you for re-posting.

@vasudeva

Yeah - then i tried taking it to notepad and pasting it from there. Use the last attempted submission. I have a hard time with this box as my text always goes outside of the box boundary unless i shrink the view - then i cant read it cause its too small for me. ALSO, feel free to delete this reply. Thanks man.

@startrecordingnow

OK, so MS Word inserted the ill-fated 'smart quotes' for you, and since like Windows 2000, Notepad actually handles that MS-flavor Unicode garbage and won't strip them out the way it would with 95, so what you got there is what the system does to MS Word text. I'll PM you the text of your epic post so you don't have to retype.

As for the size of this textbox being too narrow, I'll screw around with it and see what else I can break in the process.

How's the textbox now?

it's very nice, thank you!

I'm not quite sure why i felt the need to post it, but I suppose I was looking for some (literary?) criticism. It was written for my wife and it created an intense emotional and physical response in me when I wrote it and again later when she and I talked about it. Also, apart from my wife I really don't have anyone to talk to in such an unguarded manner, and i think I find it therapeutic or cathartic - thank you Swarmers!)...

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My wife and I have, over the past couple of years, developed an incredible communicative aspect to our relationship. We periodically get into moods where tell each other everything we are thinking. This most often occurs when we are reduced to communicating by phone during business trips. During these marathon calls, we've revealed to each other our darkest (real and fantasy) secrets. I've told her things I'd never even said out loud to myself. It blows my mind that in about the 15th year of our relationship, we have stoked an intense level of communication that I never thought I would ever have with anyone. I'm in my mid 40s and its like I've been reborn.

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I built my walls pretty strong. Tearing the walls down has been the most incredible and rewarding experience in my life, and I know I would not have done this with anyone else. Not even to the therapist that I went to during the death-throws of my failed first marriage. It may not be a big deal to those who have always had confidence in themselves, but it was something I was sorely lacking for a long time.

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She has walls too. Born with a port-wine birthmark that covers a good part of her face, she endured a childhood of torment. It wasn't until we were a couple years into our relationship that she felt comfortable enough to take off her makeup in front of me. I remember the moment vividly - She couldn't even talk about it. She wrote a note, handed it to me, and while i read it, she went into the bathroom and washed her face, Words cant adequately describe the love and attraction i felt - it was like I was seeing her naked for the very first time. In a sense I was, and it was a moving, beautiful experience. It is still a very uncomfortable thing for her to go out in public without makeup on. She made took a huge step when she learned to scuba dive. Her "public" appearances sans-makeup now are almost exclusively limited to out-of-country vacations. She will not answer the door at home if she is not wearing makeup.

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I think she's compensated - she is by far the strongest and most confident (in her abilities) woman I've ever known. I think her responses to her childhood torment have been to gain acceptance through other avenues - school and work (anything less than 100% is unacceptable), and meep. She has had some pretty crazy experiences prior to our relationship, many details of which she has shared with me. It makes sense to me - don't look at the man behind the curtain, instead have a piece of this meep. And her meep, like the rest of her, is meeping hot. I suppose it had to be.

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On the other hand, my life is more a story of missed opportunities (with this exception). I've always wanted to be an object of desire and have the freedom to not place such a high importance on meep (something I've had a hard time with, even when not in a relationship). Instead, I was always so shy and uncomfortable that I missed (better described as ignored or walked away from) opportunities to "experience life" (meep with strangers at parties, NSAs, etc.). I grew up with the notion that meep was to be reserved for someone you are "in a relationship with" and on top of that, I am very faithful in my relationships. I transmitted this onto others and always had (and still have) a hard time identifying (until long after the opportunity had passed) the girls who just wanted to meep without caring about being "in a relationship." These opportunities never seemed to come at the right time, and even when a few of them did come at the right time, I was scared meepless and I could never make the move.

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I love women, and I think I have a lot of envy for them in general (apart from the whole menses thing). I get the impression meep is always available to them (were they so inclined). There's no need for work. And for someone relatively shy and awkward like me, its ALL work. I feel incredibly awkward at parties where I don't know at least a quarter of the people. My wife, on the other hand, has learned to work a room. Its kind of unfair though - she has the option of using her body to crack open a group of people (especially if they are men) who are already engaged in a conversation. Her strategy, as she describes it, is to create in her head that this is her party. I wind up standing there like an awkward tool hoping for an opportunity to interject some witticism or comment.

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What makes it especially tough is I don't have a tight circle of friends that I get together with in any regular fashion. You swarmers and a couple colleagues at work (with whom I would not confide in) are the closest i have to that. I do have a few long-time friends, none of whom I hang out with though. They moved away, have other lives and now my only contacts with them are an occasional phone call that I must nearly always initiate. its a real one-way street ususally.

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Back to meep, because it has become a focus of my relationship. Her meepuality having been somewhat suppressed for the first several years of our relationship (and mine having been suppressed for most of my life), we've now developed a robust fantasy life that surrounds our meep life. When we meep, we set up fantasy scenarios, and talk about all kinds of crazy things - things that really happened, things that we always wanted to happen. We've created some boundaries for this - primarily that the physical aspects of our meep life should always just involve the two of us (no threesomes). Those are some pretty wide boundaries if you think about it.

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The thing is, all the talk and experimentation with each other seems to have lessened the threat of exceeding that boundary for both of us. When she gets together with girlfriends the shirts come off and cameras come out. We go to burlesque shows, and have agreed that we'll probably go to a strip club sometime to get concurrent lap dances. The other night, after I sent her the Date Night story, we talked about turning fantasy into reality via an out-of-country vacation. She said she wants me to experience the things that I seem to regret missing out on in my life - some of those things that she was able to experience (for good and bad), and others she hasn't. As many of them as possible in one crazy vacation. And since some of my fantasies involve "just her pleasure" I think that has made it "fair" for her and has moved it even further into the realm of potential reality (perhaps subconsciously intentional on my part).

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Is it a bad idea? I don't know. I am afraid of risking this relationship for several reasons (one of which just turned 4). On the other hand, I know that some people have successful relationships that incorporates open meepual activity. I also know that if anyone has the ability to do it, it would be us...

You are two meep lucky people.

Thanks. Words do no justice.

(though i was apparently trying to compensate with volume)

Date Night - 11th anniversary. Drinks, Dinner, then i watched my sweety get her meep eaten in the champagne room. Holy meep.

Date night - The Anniversary Edition started out like many other date nights. We drop the girl off at the babysitters and jump in the car to go over to the west side.
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I have a suite booked at a fancy hotel on the beach - a perk of the travel I do for work. We have dinner planned, then to a Bikini Bar called "Plan B." They are the closest thing to a stripper bar in this area that serves alcohol (Full nude = no alcohol, topless/bikini = alcohol). They offer lap dances. Plan B it is.
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Stopping first at BevMo (Agavero Liquor, club soda, snacks) then at Pleasure Chest (Bijoux Mimi Rhinestone Pasties (they accentuate, rather than hide the nipples - they make a nice gift ) and a fancy new rechargeable vibrator), we make our way to the hotel with the intention of a quick meep and a nap before dinner. We don't manage to sleep after the meep and watch last half of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly. The next thing we realize is its getting close to dinner time. The pasties are proving to be difficult to clothe such that they are only subtly visible.
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The dinner at is nothing special, despite the rave reviews and it being a Beverly Hills' staple. The food was good, the service fine, but there was nothing that made us say, "Oh Jesus, you have to taste this."
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The ride to Plan B takes us into a little grittier section of town. I let my wife know that if at any time she feels uncomfortable, say the word and we are out of there. I've never been to this bar, but i do know that sometimes these places can be packed on a Saturday night. We pull up to the valet, hand over the keys and approach the door. The bouncer checks IDs and lets us know that Plan B loves female customers, but if my wife is solicited for a lap dance, she is to decline. No problem, covered.
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The bar is half empty. On the two stages are some bikini dancers lazily not earning rail tips. We first make our way to the outer edges of the room. I'm thinking that if she's going to want a lap dance as is her stated intention, this would probably be a good spot. Wrong. It's too far, away from the stages and the action. We move to the tables in front of the stage. 2 rounds of drinks and there still isn't a stripper who's yet caught her eye. I'm starting to think this is going to be a bust.
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Then "Scarlett" gets on stage. She is a very pretty, slightly voluptuous brunette. Huge natural meep. Beautiful smooth body. Perfect. My wife is smitten.
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Scarlett makes her way to stage two. I explain to my wife that the icebreaker in a nudie bar is dollar bills. After watching another guy tip Scarlett, and after waiting for him to leave her rail, I give my wife a few dollars and tell her she ought to go tip the girl.
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My wife takes the dollars and walks straight over. You go girl. Leaning on the rail well out of earshot, she reaches into the rail and tips Scarlett. They talk close together, and Scarlett gets tipped again. Then again. My wife is loving it.
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My wife comes back to the table and announces she wants a lap dance. When the waitress comes over, I ask what the rules and rates are. There is a "public" room where for $20 per song, Scarlett will dance for us. She also lets us know that for $250 we can get the champagne room for 30 minutes.
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Scarlett is no nowhere to be seen. My wife is concerned that she's gone. I tell her just to relax. I tell her that the simple act of tipping her at the rail should guarantee that she'll be by our table looking for a $20 lap dance. Scarlett finally makes her way over and introduces herself. My wife wastes no time in telling Scarlett she is beautiful, lovely, meepy, and she really wants a lap dance. We start for the Public space. We get in and Scarlett tells us the champagne room has a lot more privacy for (the previously unadvertised rate of $150). I dig out the emergency $100 bill from my wallet and add it to the $20's I had brought for the night. We're going to do it right.
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Scarlett is dark, sweet and bubbly. Like a good Lambrusco. She's beautiful in a very natural way. She begins to dance for my wife, who responds by burying her face in Scarlett's chest. We are both getting a great dance. All of the meep are out and the hands are all over and the next thing I know the 15 minutes are up. meep. This is getting good - break out the card.
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The dance picks up where it left off. I cannot describe how hot it was to watch them getting it on next to me. I bury my face in the middle of the meep and Scarlett's nipple finds its way into my mouth. My wife is meeping her with her hand and I am getting mouthfuls of meep. My wife is getting her money's worth. I know that the two girls can do just about anything they want in these places, but guys in strip clubs don't always have the same privileges.
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Then, Scarlett wiggles down to the floor, moves her hands from my wife's knees up to her crotch, moves her panties to the side with her fingers and proceeds to eat my wife's meep until she my wife comes. Words cannot describe how hot it was. I'm sure the guys working the security cameras got a great show.
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The whole drive to back to the hotel we are giddy with the excitement of it all. We both want to bring Scarlett back and meep her, and we want to watch each other meep her. At the hotel bar, my wife makes a drunken attempt to get friendly with another woman at the bar, to no avail. I have to talk her out of sucking the meep of the Mexican dude working the floor polisher.
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Back at the room, we dissolve into a pile of flesh where I now get to meep the meep that I just got to watch be eaten by a stripper named Scarlett.

At breakfast, we talk about what we could do in Vegas sometime...

This would all be irrelevant if meeps could suck themselves.

> Idig out the emergency $100 bill from my wallet and add it to the $20'Is I had brought for the night. We're going to do it right.

I have to talk her out of sucking the meep of the Mexican dude working the floor polisher.

I now get to meep the meep that I just got to watch be eaten by a stripper named Scarlett.

Dude, I'm sorry for not "getting this' on the level that you do, but that is some fukan lulz right there.

^ yeah - it was pretty funny at the time too.

I don't think that the thing I have with her is very common. In addition to treating each other as husband and wife (e.g. commitment, love, respect, honesty, passion, meep, etc), we also treat each other as best friends (getting a little drunk and getting crazy with a stripper).

It's rare because complete and total trust is not easy to give or come by. If you ever lose it you'll regret it for probably the rest of your life.

I know what you're saying, having been there in previous relationships.

I can't say that my life is one of complete and total trust. I still have occasional relapses of worry or I imagine something worse than what's not being said. It is always when our communication lines are strained (like when i have to travel). I do try to address these things in a direct and timely manner, and I have always been glad i did.

I made a conscious decision going into this relationship some 15 years ago - that I would strive to be open and honest with both of us, to not do anything that would erode trust and to act proactively to ensure the success of our relationship.

If i ever lose it...i don't even want to imagine it.

No long drawn out ramble - just bullet points:

- Vegas weekend with my sweety
- Nice room (Venetian)
- Plenty of bars
- Plenty of good food
- Plenty of pool time
- Good Show (Absinthe)
- 2 Strip Clubs (Treasures, Sapphire), a few lap dances
- 1 Call Girl