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Visible panty line

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , , on August 22, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Early in the morning I’d hung out the first load of washing as I headed down out to the man-cave.
A couple of hours later, She hung out the second load whilst I tinkered with a project.

The arms of the laundry airer are pretty much exactly at eye height for me. And so, later still, as I walked back to the house for a cup of tea, they hit me in the face.
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News Flash (of red)

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , on August 20, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

If you’ve been around for a while, Dear Reader, you will know I have some bad habits. I can think of at least a handful of you who have called me out on one or more of them. One in particular is my habit of

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Collar and cuffs

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Parentiing and sex, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , on June 12, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

We were heading out to a big family get-together; the sort where smart dress was de rigueur. I couldn’t help notice that amongst the clothes She’d laid out on the bed were The Infamous Red Bra and Panties. Conspicuously, although there was also a suspended belt, it wasn’t the one that matched.

As my Wife was getting dressed, and started to put Her blouse on, our youngest walked into the room and offered some advice:

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Fuck you, 2016. (Or fuck me?)

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette on January 1, 2017 by Accidental Masturbator

Hands up who’s had a good year?
Nope. Didn’t think so.
But maybe that’s just perception. Maybe we all think 2916 has been worse than it has and that has been self-fulfilling.
Anyway …

It turned out yesterday was New Year’s Eve. I’d genuinely forgotten.
Over the last few years Her spirits for celebration of anything, let alone New Year … or even celebrating life …has dwindled. Why spend an evening getting drunk in a pub? She’s said? Why go out and be sociable and have fun? I’ve thought? But anyway …

I really had forgotten it was NYE. A  contributory factor was probably the major familial shit storm that had kicked off in the morning. But that’s another story. I’d woken up with the raging-est of raging hard-ons. I played with it beneath the duvet. Nothing unusual for the last month. I didn’t care if She knew. Ok, I did. But I didn’t. But I di… Continue reading

For whom?

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette with tags , , , on October 24, 2016 by Accidental Masturbator

It was an anniversary. Not a major anniversary, just one of those that comes around every year. We booked a babysitter and in anticipation of a rare night out at my Wife’s favorite restaurant, to be followed by a nightcap at a quiet bar nearby. 

Earlier in the day I’d asked if we were going to dress up for the evening. For me, that would be an ironed shirt and polished shoes instead of the usual T-shirt and trainers. She said if you want. So I did.

Earlier still, anticipating our sortie and the significance of the date, I wondered … nay fantasized … about the possibility that She might resurrect the infamous Red Lingerie. She was just wearing a Continue reading

Pink envelope

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, The Red Torsolette, Underwear with tags , , on January 24, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

A pink envelope sat on the spare bed, next to two distinct piles of paper: one for filing, one for recycling. The pink envelope was for neither, and it sat on it’s own. The flap of the envelope had not been sealed and it’s contents peaked out casually, almost enough to be seen.

A couple of feet away, neatly arranged were my Wife’s business suit and her briefcase full of papers for the day.

It was just before 5am when Continue reading

Expect the unexpected

Posted in Dreaming of sex, Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage, Sex on my own, Sex with my wife, The Red Torsolette on January 5, 2015 by Accidental Masturbator

The dream was just the start. A catalyst, if you like. What followed was profound, on several fronts. In my dream I walked down to a colleagues hotel room, and after I’d declined his invitation to enjoy the attentions of the two escorts he’d engaged, he tipped them generously and they left, giggling like the innocent teenagers they had once been. We then walked out into the hotel grounds where we found my Wife. Her business had concluded for the weekend, so She and I headed for our room to pack our bags. As we walked through the lobby, we bumped into one of the escorts, who cheerily invited us to the fetish party in one of the hotel’s suites. I accepted the invitation, and assured my Wife it would be fun, though She looked a little unsure, and we went to get changed. I pulled out my Continue reading

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