This little tale dates back a week or so to last Wednesday. Gabe as I mentioned seems to really enjoy the appearance of risk. By that I mean he definately doesnt want to get caught but has kinky fantasies like maybe sneaking me into his marital bed sometime. Aside from the risk of actually getting caught, it hits a little close to home to me and reminds me of the adulturous nature of our coupling and I think I would find that un-sexy.
I had mentioned to him that if its risk he wants we should find a semi-public place where we can find a dark corner to mess around in. He took up the challenge and pre-ran a local attraction that has an aviary. You enter through a chicken wire covered gate into a inner lock that is designed to catch escapees before they take flight to the great beyond. Once inside you can stroll through a pretty good sized area that looks pretty natural. There are trees and paths and benches and bushes and quite of bit of privacy. Mid week it is nearly deserted.
We ducked in this nook and that and made out like furtive teenagers, It was pretty fun. After leading me around the place he presented his find. A bench that was apparently forgotten in the maintenance of the place as the path to where it was is a bit overgrown. It got bypassed at some point. brushing off the leaves and twigs and (ick! well, it is an aviary..) we sat and snuggled. I got felt up a while and felt very much the teenager...
Eventually I straddled him facing him and rode him to a blissfull, subtle orgasm. It was heightened but the sense of daring and I do think I'd like to do something like that again sometime.
Meanwhile on the home front I feel pretty guilty. I tried casually braoaching the subject of the trade with jen and her husband as a hypothetical and was surprised with the fervor with which hubby rejected the idea out of hand. I thought he liked the idea of at least thinking of me with another man. IN theory with a couple is hotter and safer as far as the chance of it intruding into the reality of our marriage. He had (arguably good) reasons for why it was perilous and why it would be detrimental to our marriage. Well damn. I sort of thought I had his approval if not his knowlege. Some time ones desires and fantasies get a bit ahead of reality.
Problem is I am already off and running and he hasn't even left the gate.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Intermission...
Go out to the lobby, get a beverage...mingle...talk amongst yourselves....
I feel I should finally explain my manic jinking and dodging form blog to blog. I don't remember if I ever explained (except privately to a few of you) the reason for the abrupt moves.
I accessed the original blog from a computer that then fell into the hands of someone who (to put it charitably) has historically had a curious nature about other people's private activities. I doubt there was an mal-intention on their part, more an inquisitive search that yielded fruits and led them to that blog. Yes, there are privacy issues there and a violation of trust. What compounds the issue for me is that their life was once more interconnected to mine than it is now with our estranged status. (nothing to do with the blog or any of the blogs contents, but there would seem to be parallels). I'm being obtuse on purpose here. To further compound the dynamic, there were a few posts (I estimate 2-3) where reading between the lines if and only if you knew both myself and them you would recognize an intersection of their story and mine. You might even say there was an issue of not plagiarism, but a borrowed slice of real life that embellished my own as reported here. Awkward. No?
In addition though I have no concern that this person is out to cause me harm such as would hypothetically occur were she to bring this to the attention of my spouse, still there are assumptions that one would make about my spouse from reading here that either are not accurate or if accurate, not for public comsumption.
So I started over. Sort of. I enjoyed the writing and feedback so much that I couldn;t bear to sever the body of work, and simply was more scrupulous about changing names to protect the innocent and altered insignifigant details to make this more universal and less people specific. I lamented the fact though that there seems to be a change in both the direction of the blog and my real life as I second guess potential reactions if the new and improved lovation were discovered.
Well that time is upon me. To quote Poltergeist... 'Theyyyyre baaaack..."
Well not really 'they' a surrogate that was sent by the first party to keep an eye on the original blog. Initially this behavior made no sens whatsoever to me. Why were they sending what was clearly a mutual acquaintance to check morning and night each and every day. They stayed just long enough it seemed to report whether there was a new update, and ~poof~ they were gone. IN my fevered imagination I pictured them snipping the latest post and forwarding it to the original interloping acquaintance.
Recently (before the intermediary found "me" again...) I got a partial answer. The person that snooped on the computer I had used does not have internet access. They should have access from their phone at minimum, and they are more than technologically proficient to do so, so the whole thing got curiouser and curiouser. It is possible they had to drop internet service on phone too. I know lots of people that have embarrassingly given out new cell numbers as old plans have been discarded during belt tightening. ~shrug~ None of that matters, though the question is what to do about the intermediary. Flee again. Leave all the old posts behind start anew in mid tale?
The answer lies in the recent behavior of the intermediary. They have been respectful. They clearly haven't passed it on to others or I would have noticed the trail. Discretion is the essence of this blog and essential to its survival. If they were still checking in morning and night for brief seconds, I would feel scrutinized like an animal on the other side of the glass from a dis-interested public.
Instead, they seemingly have become engaged. They read whole swaths of posts, they stay for long minutes apparently reading. That's sort of the point of publishing, readership, no? In addition they have begun clicking through to some of the blogs I enjoy browsing both for their writing as well as the stories. I have this image of open-mouthed disbelief of the seedy underworld they have found themselves pointed towards while simply helping a friend.
So, in short, let 'em watch.
So, what did you miss? Not much. I think the intrusion had an impact in causing me to check some of my more outlandish behavior, but there were also changes in my personal so called real life. Work unexpectedly put greater demands, and life caught up chronologically to the blog. You see at some point I found it was hard to always tell the story as it unfolded, demands of life, privacy concerns got in the way. At one point (during the last hiatus) I had real life both having occurred and been written up, spell checked and ready to post in advance. I was nearly 2 weeks out at one point. For a while it got interesting in my personal correspondence trying not to confusingly let the cat out of the bag and let it unfold in real time for the readers.
So to get the chronology straight, It would appear that I have unreported the last two weeks of activity when in fact it has actually been nearly a month and a half since the planned encounter with Jen and/or her husband. It is a likely possibility, but it didn't materialize. They had some personal issues of their own to work through with boundaries and such and I begged off until I could see them more stable as a couple. They have individually and together assured me they have worked through that period, and I believe them. It somewhat caused me to go back and lay some better groundwork with my spouse. I value that relationship despite its obvious flaws immensely, and needed some time to re-evaluate.
That is not to say I have been entirely what you might call a "good girl'. Unless by good girl you mean it in the sense one might give me a playful pat on the head while I am, well you know...~blush~
So, I feel like I am editing soap opera digest and bringing viewers with actual jobs and lives up to date on all of the many tangled webs I have woven. Not that much to tell, which is fortunate or I shan't ever catch up.
I have browsed and giggled on Ashley Madison a bit. I think I mentioned I had a second profile for just girl-girl interest? If I hadn't mentioned it is interesting and was unexpected that most of those postings are actually couples it seems. Kind of weird to be propositioned to be a marital aid for a loving couple you meet on a site for cheaters, but I think it does make sense because Ashley Madison has some really great features that promote privacy such as right click being disabled so someone would really have to work at it to for example download your photo. You control who sees them and so on...I kind of think they need a whole 'nother site for kinksters that aren't necessarily cheating but don;t want Mom/Boss/Secretary/Neighbor/PTA to know specifically what their kinks are. If you take the suggestion A-M put me down for a 10% stake willya?
Anyway I browsed mostly, made no new 'real life' friends but had a couple of interesting exchanges online.
My cadre of paramours has reached a comfortable place thritely described as 'friends with benefits'. I didn;t used to liek the term but now that I have 2, well technically 3, it seems apt. Gabe has settled down a lot and benefitted greatly from the cooling off I put him through. He got the message loud and clear, that clingy isn't sexy and is cheerfully grateful for stolen moments. I think it was twice since I wrote here last. He is an unrepentant danger junkie though. He has suggested he has fantasized about taking someone in his own home just for the sheer 'wrongness' of it. He says he trusts me if I am every looking for an adrenaline fix. Fun to think about, sucks to get caught. Would be horrible to devastate an innocent like that...so likely a fantasy to remain unfullfilled.
Mark and I only managed one stolen session. It was carefully scheduled with generous time blocked out and was unremarkable except for the contrast from the last time. This time was soft, gentle, and dare I say loving. We met and joined at a languid pace, I recall mostly warm sunlight cutting the bed in half diagonally making for interesting plays of light. Weird thing to fix on I know.
Meanwhile Hubby and I have had our ups and downs. I still hold myself to the rule of no outside contact if we are on the outs...It seems to easy to console oneself with another and simply skip the bother of reconciliation if one can easily have ones needs met ala cart by one or more people. I don't think this applies just to sexual infidelity. Its much easier to get a sympathetic ear about your spouse than to discover the roots of the problem. What is a friend going to tell you but what you have led them to reflect back to you? It assuages bruised ego, but ultimately doesn't help you relate to your spouse. ~shrug~ Double the tendency to receive just the kind words you are looking to hear if the other party is a flirty/romantic/sexual tension sort of 'buddy'.
I know too many people that met when they were on the outs with their spouse and it never works. Especially if it is two wounded souls consoling each other. Their motives are actually pure. They each want to help this wonderful person that they can't imagine being mistreated so. The mistreatment is probably accurate and if anything under-reported. The 'wonderful' person really is. Unhindered by the baggage that accumulates in a long relationship, they are free to be their best and possibly truest self as we all are in a sense when we get a fresh start.
The problem lies in the unresolved bagage. It's still there, and it was mutual in some sens. Sure, one person is most likely the offended and one the offended, but whats the percentage? 60-40? 20-80? 5-95? whatever it is the roots of the next set of problems in the new relationship are sown. I read somewhere statistically couples that met in situations involving infideltity have a 3% survival rate. Reminds me of a country song I think its called "Then what?" where it says 'Whacha gonna do when the new wears off and the old shines through."
So, I've put some effort into mending. Nothing stark, nothing dramatic. Just tried to be a little more open minded about whether offense was actually intended. A little more clear in both speaking up promptly and without rancor when I do feel injured. Clearly stating that I am trying to avoid being accusatory, and really do want to understand.
Great line in Pulp fiction where Travolta as Vince Vega admits that he listens primarilly with the idea of planning his response.
As much as I truly enjoy the cloak and dagger aspect of the basic infidelity meme, it wouldn't detract from the sensory experiences if I found a way to include hubby in my adventures oout-right. I have been subtly steering conversations at widely spaced intervals around to the idea, which as I always thougth from the outset were not off the table for him, but with caveats and limitations he has suggested that I wouldn;t have thought of.
We have talked about maybe finding one of those voyeristic/exhibitionst 'swinger' clubs when we next find ourselves out of town. ~just looking~ we will tell ourselves. We have settled on the idea that what is commonly called "same room sex" would be pretty low risk where each stays with their partner and just enjoys the kink of watching the watchers.
Anyway, I had already decided on my 'let 'em watch' policy a week or so ago, but hadn't anything juicy to report so I held off saying anything.
Now returning you to perving on more currently active blogs.
I feel I should finally explain my manic jinking and dodging form blog to blog. I don't remember if I ever explained (except privately to a few of you) the reason for the abrupt moves.
I accessed the original blog from a computer that then fell into the hands of someone who (to put it charitably) has historically had a curious nature about other people's private activities. I doubt there was an mal-intention on their part, more an inquisitive search that yielded fruits and led them to that blog. Yes, there are privacy issues there and a violation of trust. What compounds the issue for me is that their life was once more interconnected to mine than it is now with our estranged status. (nothing to do with the blog or any of the blogs contents, but there would seem to be parallels). I'm being obtuse on purpose here. To further compound the dynamic, there were a few posts (I estimate 2-3) where reading between the lines if and only if you knew both myself and them you would recognize an intersection of their story and mine. You might even say there was an issue of not plagiarism, but a borrowed slice of real life that embellished my own as reported here. Awkward. No?
In addition though I have no concern that this person is out to cause me harm such as would hypothetically occur were she to bring this to the attention of my spouse, still there are assumptions that one would make about my spouse from reading here that either are not accurate or if accurate, not for public comsumption.
So I started over. Sort of. I enjoyed the writing and feedback so much that I couldn;t bear to sever the body of work, and simply was more scrupulous about changing names to protect the innocent and altered insignifigant details to make this more universal and less people specific. I lamented the fact though that there seems to be a change in both the direction of the blog and my real life as I second guess potential reactions if the new and improved lovation were discovered.
Well that time is upon me. To quote Poltergeist... 'Theyyyyre baaaack..."
Well not really 'they' a surrogate that was sent by the first party to keep an eye on the original blog. Initially this behavior made no sens whatsoever to me. Why were they sending what was clearly a mutual acquaintance to check morning and night each and every day. They stayed just long enough it seemed to report whether there was a new update, and ~poof~ they were gone. IN my fevered imagination I pictured them snipping the latest post and forwarding it to the original interloping acquaintance.
Recently (before the intermediary found "me" again...) I got a partial answer. The person that snooped on the computer I had used does not have internet access. They should have access from their phone at minimum, and they are more than technologically proficient to do so, so the whole thing got curiouser and curiouser. It is possible they had to drop internet service on phone too. I know lots of people that have embarrassingly given out new cell numbers as old plans have been discarded during belt tightening. ~shrug~ None of that matters, though the question is what to do about the intermediary. Flee again. Leave all the old posts behind start anew in mid tale?
The answer lies in the recent behavior of the intermediary. They have been respectful. They clearly haven't passed it on to others or I would have noticed the trail. Discretion is the essence of this blog and essential to its survival. If they were still checking in morning and night for brief seconds, I would feel scrutinized like an animal on the other side of the glass from a dis-interested public.
Instead, they seemingly have become engaged. They read whole swaths of posts, they stay for long minutes apparently reading. That's sort of the point of publishing, readership, no? In addition they have begun clicking through to some of the blogs I enjoy browsing both for their writing as well as the stories. I have this image of open-mouthed disbelief of the seedy underworld they have found themselves pointed towards while simply helping a friend.
So, in short, let 'em watch.
So, what did you miss? Not much. I think the intrusion had an impact in causing me to check some of my more outlandish behavior, but there were also changes in my personal so called real life. Work unexpectedly put greater demands, and life caught up chronologically to the blog. You see at some point I found it was hard to always tell the story as it unfolded, demands of life, privacy concerns got in the way. At one point (during the last hiatus) I had real life both having occurred and been written up, spell checked and ready to post in advance. I was nearly 2 weeks out at one point. For a while it got interesting in my personal correspondence trying not to confusingly let the cat out of the bag and let it unfold in real time for the readers.
So to get the chronology straight, It would appear that I have unreported the last two weeks of activity when in fact it has actually been nearly a month and a half since the planned encounter with Jen and/or her husband. It is a likely possibility, but it didn't materialize. They had some personal issues of their own to work through with boundaries and such and I begged off until I could see them more stable as a couple. They have individually and together assured me they have worked through that period, and I believe them. It somewhat caused me to go back and lay some better groundwork with my spouse. I value that relationship despite its obvious flaws immensely, and needed some time to re-evaluate.
That is not to say I have been entirely what you might call a "good girl'. Unless by good girl you mean it in the sense one might give me a playful pat on the head while I am, well you know...~blush~
So, I feel like I am editing soap opera digest and bringing viewers with actual jobs and lives up to date on all of the many tangled webs I have woven. Not that much to tell, which is fortunate or I shan't ever catch up.
I have browsed and giggled on Ashley Madison a bit. I think I mentioned I had a second profile for just girl-girl interest? If I hadn't mentioned it is interesting and was unexpected that most of those postings are actually couples it seems. Kind of weird to be propositioned to be a marital aid for a loving couple you meet on a site for cheaters, but I think it does make sense because Ashley Madison has some really great features that promote privacy such as right click being disabled so someone would really have to work at it to for example download your photo. You control who sees them and so on...I kind of think they need a whole 'nother site for kinksters that aren't necessarily cheating but don;t want Mom/Boss/Secretary/Neighbor/PTA to know specifically what their kinks are. If you take the suggestion A-M put me down for a 10% stake willya?
Anyway I browsed mostly, made no new 'real life' friends but had a couple of interesting exchanges online.
My cadre of paramours has reached a comfortable place thritely described as 'friends with benefits'. I didn;t used to liek the term but now that I have 2, well technically 3, it seems apt. Gabe has settled down a lot and benefitted greatly from the cooling off I put him through. He got the message loud and clear, that clingy isn't sexy and is cheerfully grateful for stolen moments. I think it was twice since I wrote here last. He is an unrepentant danger junkie though. He has suggested he has fantasized about taking someone in his own home just for the sheer 'wrongness' of it. He says he trusts me if I am every looking for an adrenaline fix. Fun to think about, sucks to get caught. Would be horrible to devastate an innocent like that...so likely a fantasy to remain unfullfilled.
Mark and I only managed one stolen session. It was carefully scheduled with generous time blocked out and was unremarkable except for the contrast from the last time. This time was soft, gentle, and dare I say loving. We met and joined at a languid pace, I recall mostly warm sunlight cutting the bed in half diagonally making for interesting plays of light. Weird thing to fix on I know.
Meanwhile Hubby and I have had our ups and downs. I still hold myself to the rule of no outside contact if we are on the outs...It seems to easy to console oneself with another and simply skip the bother of reconciliation if one can easily have ones needs met ala cart by one or more people. I don't think this applies just to sexual infidelity. Its much easier to get a sympathetic ear about your spouse than to discover the roots of the problem. What is a friend going to tell you but what you have led them to reflect back to you? It assuages bruised ego, but ultimately doesn't help you relate to your spouse. ~shrug~ Double the tendency to receive just the kind words you are looking to hear if the other party is a flirty/romantic/sexual tension sort of 'buddy'.
I know too many people that met when they were on the outs with their spouse and it never works. Especially if it is two wounded souls consoling each other. Their motives are actually pure. They each want to help this wonderful person that they can't imagine being mistreated so. The mistreatment is probably accurate and if anything under-reported. The 'wonderful' person really is. Unhindered by the baggage that accumulates in a long relationship, they are free to be their best and possibly truest self as we all are in a sense when we get a fresh start.
The problem lies in the unresolved bagage. It's still there, and it was mutual in some sens. Sure, one person is most likely the offended and one the offended, but whats the percentage? 60-40? 20-80? 5-95? whatever it is the roots of the next set of problems in the new relationship are sown. I read somewhere statistically couples that met in situations involving infideltity have a 3% survival rate. Reminds me of a country song I think its called "Then what?" where it says 'Whacha gonna do when the new wears off and the old shines through."
So, I've put some effort into mending. Nothing stark, nothing dramatic. Just tried to be a little more open minded about whether offense was actually intended. A little more clear in both speaking up promptly and without rancor when I do feel injured. Clearly stating that I am trying to avoid being accusatory, and really do want to understand.
Great line in Pulp fiction where Travolta as Vince Vega admits that he listens primarilly with the idea of planning his response.
As much as I truly enjoy the cloak and dagger aspect of the basic infidelity meme, it wouldn't detract from the sensory experiences if I found a way to include hubby in my adventures oout-right. I have been subtly steering conversations at widely spaced intervals around to the idea, which as I always thougth from the outset were not off the table for him, but with caveats and limitations he has suggested that I wouldn;t have thought of.
We have talked about maybe finding one of those voyeristic/exhibitionst 'swinger' clubs when we next find ourselves out of town. ~just looking~ we will tell ourselves. We have settled on the idea that what is commonly called "same room sex" would be pretty low risk where each stays with their partner and just enjoys the kink of watching the watchers.
Anyway, I had already decided on my 'let 'em watch' policy a week or so ago, but hadn't anything juicy to report so I held off saying anything.
Now returning you to perving on more currently active blogs.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Tentative Date.
Jen was emailed me today...We ended up on IM. I got the idea hubby was right there, and turned out he was. Awkward pauses ensued. They were hoping I would stop by tonight. Jen knows why this isn't feasable, her hubby of does not.
My best plan in advance alibi is Wednesday nights so I suggested that.
I eventually encouraged Jen to call me and had her call when I knew my hubby was out. She got rid of hers so we could talk. I told her about my trepidations of keeping up the facade of my willing husband. She understands and we have a "return date" scheduled for the Wednesday a week after.
If I'm going to take the risk of not being where I say I am, I figure might as well plan on a hot time. We instead though are having a "get-to-know-you" dinner date at a restaurant with a little bar with probably lounge-singer live music. It's one of those hotels attached places. Busy when conventions (rare) are in town and dead other times..ought to be dead this time.
I told Jen about Mark offering to be a stand-in hubby. She giggled about that. She didn't think it would be "necessary" as her hubby is uncomfortable with actually meeting mine. Doesn't want to think too much about it. She didn't get (or was avoiding thinking about) that I was offering to have her spend some "quality time" with Mark and I. Baby steps.
What we have planned is killing time on or "return date" by actually going out with Diana that night. I don't know if I will introduce Jen to Diana as what the situation is, or leave it as "a friend" that needs to get out.
Wen hubby got home from his errands, I kinda attacked him middle of the afternoon or not. On the one hand I was good and horny, but I wasn't "there" in a way and I think he sensed it. It is not without its costs doing the things I have been doing.
My best plan in advance alibi is Wednesday nights so I suggested that.
I eventually encouraged Jen to call me and had her call when I knew my hubby was out. She got rid of hers so we could talk. I told her about my trepidations of keeping up the facade of my willing husband. She understands and we have a "return date" scheduled for the Wednesday a week after.
If I'm going to take the risk of not being where I say I am, I figure might as well plan on a hot time. We instead though are having a "get-to-know-you" dinner date at a restaurant with a little bar with probably lounge-singer live music. It's one of those hotels attached places. Busy when conventions (rare) are in town and dead other times..ought to be dead this time.
I told Jen about Mark offering to be a stand-in hubby. She giggled about that. She didn't think it would be "necessary" as her hubby is uncomfortable with actually meeting mine. Doesn't want to think too much about it. She didn't get (or was avoiding thinking about) that I was offering to have her spend some "quality time" with Mark and I. Baby steps.
What we have planned is killing time on or "return date" by actually going out with Diana that night. I don't know if I will introduce Jen to Diana as what the situation is, or leave it as "a friend" that needs to get out.
Wen hubby got home from his errands, I kinda attacked him middle of the afternoon or not. On the one hand I was good and horny, but I wasn't "there" in a way and I think he sensed it. It is not without its costs doing the things I have been doing.
Friday, October 1, 2010
I hope I don't regret this....
Today at lunchtime I saw Diana across the building and invited her along. Looking back I'm sure I was intending at some level to 'fess up about some of my recent activities. I think what prompted it was the delicious excitement of talking to Jen about my adventures. I had a friend like Diana in my single days and she knew everything. I realized talking to Jen that dishing scandalous dirt after the fact used to be half the fun. Since I need to be discreet, it makes sense to keep my mouth shut.
What doesn't make sense is talking to Diana. She can be a bit of a ditz at times. I got to thinking about it though and realized that all of the "TMI" incidents I could think of involving her were about her own life. I don't think I've ever heard her passing on gossip. She seems like the kind of person you can trust with a secret, but she has to know its a secret or she might well spill it accidentally.
I realized as well that she hadn't really shared much more than the vaguest of hints about her current sex life and that just isn't like her. So I asked. "How's your sex life?"
She was pretty non-committal. again not like her. I said so. "There's reasons..." says she.
"Oooo a secret?"
She kind of grinned. I pursued it a bit and offered a little tease myself.
"Did I ever tell you about the guy I know with access to rentals?" I went on to tell her a little about Gabe making it sound very casual (which it is) and kinda past tense. (Which it may head towards.)
I told her about how he has access, yada yada, and sometimes takes a girlfriend to one of them for a little privacy. I gave enough detail about the place that without really consciously meaning to I put myself in the room.
"Is he married?" she asked point blank.
"Uh, yeah," I said then joked..."But so am I so that cancels it out!"
She laughed at that, and eased into her situation. She has a guy, he's married, she made me promise not to guess but when she mentioned that he is part of the reason that she doesn't flaunt her love life around the office, I read between the lines it is a co-worker. Interesting...not gonna speculate...not gonna speculate....not gonna...hmmmm
I asked whether he was the jeaulous type...she was puzzled at first and then said, "No, why would he be? He is spoken for anyway!" but then added that she just doesn;t want to rub his face in her other interests so it doesn't look like she is pressuring him or playing games. Makes sense actually.
I comiserated and explained I worry that "Condo guy" is getting a little possessive and maybe jeaulous.
"Of your husband?!"
I realized I had really stepped into it here...I acknowledged that I had more than one interest out there...
"Wow, I wouldn't have figured!"
Neither of us really gave any juicy details, but I enjoyed the exchange.
I emailed Jen but it was sort of that whole friendship maintenance sort of thing, 'Hi, How are you...' etc I worry that I am sending flaky signals or rejection signals, which I am not. Just not sure what to do with her, (them) and worry she might be a little fragile about appearances, as she has mentioned it a couple of times, like "I realize I won't be everyone's type." I have tried to reassure her. She has great skin, a cute curvy figure, and a killer smile. She worries about 15-20 lbs which she carries pretty well in the pictures I think.
What doesn't make sense is talking to Diana. She can be a bit of a ditz at times. I got to thinking about it though and realized that all of the "TMI" incidents I could think of involving her were about her own life. I don't think I've ever heard her passing on gossip. She seems like the kind of person you can trust with a secret, but she has to know its a secret or she might well spill it accidentally.
I realized as well that she hadn't really shared much more than the vaguest of hints about her current sex life and that just isn't like her. So I asked. "How's your sex life?"
She was pretty non-committal. again not like her. I said so. "There's reasons..." says she.
"Oooo a secret?"
She kind of grinned. I pursued it a bit and offered a little tease myself.
"Did I ever tell you about the guy I know with access to rentals?" I went on to tell her a little about Gabe making it sound very casual (which it is) and kinda past tense. (Which it may head towards.)
I told her about how he has access, yada yada, and sometimes takes a girlfriend to one of them for a little privacy. I gave enough detail about the place that without really consciously meaning to I put myself in the room.
"Is he married?" she asked point blank.
"Uh, yeah," I said then joked..."But so am I so that cancels it out!"
She laughed at that, and eased into her situation. She has a guy, he's married, she made me promise not to guess but when she mentioned that he is part of the reason that she doesn't flaunt her love life around the office, I read between the lines it is a co-worker. Interesting...not gonna speculate...not gonna speculate....not gonna...hmmmm
I asked whether he was the jeaulous type...she was puzzled at first and then said, "No, why would he be? He is spoken for anyway!" but then added that she just doesn;t want to rub his face in her other interests so it doesn't look like she is pressuring him or playing games. Makes sense actually.
I comiserated and explained I worry that "Condo guy" is getting a little possessive and maybe jeaulous.
"Of your husband?!"
I realized I had really stepped into it here...I acknowledged that I had more than one interest out there...
"Wow, I wouldn't have figured!"
Neither of us really gave any juicy details, but I enjoyed the exchange.
I emailed Jen but it was sort of that whole friendship maintenance sort of thing, 'Hi, How are you...' etc I worry that I am sending flaky signals or rejection signals, which I am not. Just not sure what to do with her, (them) and worry she might be a little fragile about appearances, as she has mentioned it a couple of times, like "I realize I won't be everyone's type." I have tried to reassure her. She has great skin, a cute curvy figure, and a killer smile. She worries about 15-20 lbs which she carries pretty well in the pictures I think.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Cooling off...
It seems feast of famine...
Mark is always a little harder to pin down schedule wise, and for some reason I am not assertive with him, and he doesn;t push...he has asked me more about Jen but nothing much has happened there.
Jen and I email, but after the initial giddy flush of excitement we seem to be waiting forthe other to make some sort of move. I'm sure I'll have to be the one to initiate, but I just worry that the reality won't match the fantasy I have bulit up in my head..so kinda cooling off there..I'll do something eventually, but not sure what she wants/they want/Iwant, etc.
Gabe I am cooling off on purpose. He is starting to get under my skin. He sent a note this morning that said he'll be at "our place' in case I decide to drop by. Said he'll have a bottle of wine open..like I'm going to come back to work late AND drunk. I mean one or the other, am I right?
Meanwhile I am trolling online for something else. Like I have the time.
Mark is always a little harder to pin down schedule wise, and for some reason I am not assertive with him, and he doesn;t push...he has asked me more about Jen but nothing much has happened there.
Jen and I email, but after the initial giddy flush of excitement we seem to be waiting forthe other to make some sort of move. I'm sure I'll have to be the one to initiate, but I just worry that the reality won't match the fantasy I have bulit up in my head..so kinda cooling off there..I'll do something eventually, but not sure what she wants/they want/Iwant, etc.
Gabe I am cooling off on purpose. He is starting to get under my skin. He sent a note this morning that said he'll be at "our place' in case I decide to drop by. Said he'll have a bottle of wine open..like I'm going to come back to work late AND drunk. I mean one or the other, am I right?
Meanwhile I am trolling online for something else. Like I have the time.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
My dance card is pretty full...
I was pretty worked up last night with all the possibilities after talking to Jen. I had a vague idea of setting some groundwork to include hubby. It seems like a reasonable entry point and pretty non-threatening. I could either tell him the truth or parts thereof. Either he would be OK with a swap as it is, or if not, he sure isn;t going to object to another girl in our bed, is he?
I wasn't sure how to proceed so I started with a few verbal nibbles about Diana. I wondered aloud what she would be like if she were Bi. Hubby didn't have a lot to add to the speculation but had an agreeable grin throughout my musings. I wandered closer to the truth suggesting we look into where a plyable woman could be located that might be interested in a threesome. He was pretty mute on suggesting anything, though I know for a fact (obviously) he knows about Craigslist at the least. I suggested generically a personal ad or maybe a lesbian club. Both of us actually are truly ignorant of where such a club would be found. Decent size metropolitan area there has to be one.
It ended up being a pretty intense and therefore shortish session but as I told him, "I got mine."
I went back on Ashley-Madison on a whim this lunch hour because when you first sign up there is an option for a woman seeking a woman (or a man seeking a man for that matter) I hadn't selected that so I set up a shiny new profile and was amazed that in fact many of those ads are couples seeking a girl. Hmm something to think about but I can;t have hubby browsing there!
Meanwhile, I talked to Gabe a few moments ago by IM. He didn't mention his frantic emails of yesterday and I didn't bring it up. He was trying to commit me to a specific time for our next meet. I felt a little pressured and rebelled played dumb at the idea he was trying to close me. Salesmen. Always selling something.Come to think of it Mark is in sales too. Hmmm. So anyway I put Gabe off. He needs to cool off a bit I think. He doesn't have any real details about me, so I guess I don;t have to worry about him showing up at work or worse home, but still he is giving a needy vibe and that isn't attractive.
So I emailed Mark. He seems able to get his head around the idea that cheaters can't expect fidelity. I asked him how he would feel as a stand in for my husband if it comes to that with Jen. I explained his duties would be onerous and would necessitate him fucking another woman whilst I watch/help/participate but that I'd make the burden worth his while.
I told him it was unlikely though as Jen has permission to fuck my husband but a stand-in may be stretching her morals a bit.
I briefly considered sending a message to Brian who I appreciate waiting in the drawer obediently. But that seems a bit much. Like I said: my dance card is a bit full.
~update~
Mark fired right back saying he is "up" to the task. He asked why in the hell I didn't just tell her my handsome husband's name is Mark. I sent back explaining our heart to heart without going into her personal details...
hmmm perhaps Mark and June should seek out a couple....Ok this is getting complicated.
I wasn't sure how to proceed so I started with a few verbal nibbles about Diana. I wondered aloud what she would be like if she were Bi. Hubby didn't have a lot to add to the speculation but had an agreeable grin throughout my musings. I wandered closer to the truth suggesting we look into where a plyable woman could be located that might be interested in a threesome. He was pretty mute on suggesting anything, though I know for a fact (obviously) he knows about Craigslist at the least. I suggested generically a personal ad or maybe a lesbian club. Both of us actually are truly ignorant of where such a club would be found. Decent size metropolitan area there has to be one.
It ended up being a pretty intense and therefore shortish session but as I told him, "I got mine."
I went back on Ashley-Madison on a whim this lunch hour because when you first sign up there is an option for a woman seeking a woman (or a man seeking a man for that matter) I hadn't selected that so I set up a shiny new profile and was amazed that in fact many of those ads are couples seeking a girl. Hmm something to think about but I can;t have hubby browsing there!
Meanwhile, I talked to Gabe a few moments ago by IM. He didn't mention his frantic emails of yesterday and I didn't bring it up. He was trying to commit me to a specific time for our next meet. I felt a little pressured and rebelled played dumb at the idea he was trying to close me. Salesmen. Always selling something.Come to think of it Mark is in sales too. Hmmm. So anyway I put Gabe off. He needs to cool off a bit I think. He doesn't have any real details about me, so I guess I don;t have to worry about him showing up at work or worse home, but still he is giving a needy vibe and that isn't attractive.
So I emailed Mark. He seems able to get his head around the idea that cheaters can't expect fidelity. I asked him how he would feel as a stand in for my husband if it comes to that with Jen. I explained his duties would be onerous and would necessitate him fucking another woman whilst I watch/help/participate but that I'd make the burden worth his while.
I told him it was unlikely though as Jen has permission to fuck my husband but a stand-in may be stretching her morals a bit.
I briefly considered sending a message to Brian who I appreciate waiting in the drawer obediently. But that seems a bit much. Like I said: my dance card is a bit full.
~update~
Mark fired right back saying he is "up" to the task. He asked why in the hell I didn't just tell her my handsome husband's name is Mark. I sent back explaining our heart to heart without going into her personal details...
hmmm perhaps Mark and June should seek out a couple....Ok this is getting complicated.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Partner in Crime?
Talked to 'Jen' today for quite a while. Got some things out on the table.
I had already admitted to her that hubby doesn't know I contacted them and might never know. That realistically it would be difficult to mention it to him after the fact and go through with a meeting if I had already spent time with them as a couple.
She admitted that although this had sort of evolved from an idea of her husbands when they couldn't find a single girl to join them, she loved the idea of some "alone time" with a couple herself. We talked about it in terms of cuckolding although I din;t use that term.
It seems that her husband is OK with her going with a couple, but its one of those close his eyes and not think about it things. He doesn't want to hear about it except as it pertains to the girl-girl stuff. I pointed out he could have serious regrets about it if he truly isn't into her being with the couple as a couple.
I ended up talking to him myself. I had told Jen to give him some privacy because I didn't want him to tell me in her presence what he thinks she or I want to hear. He admitted it made him nervous, but he said he was totally OK with her reciprocating on 'our end'. Bear in mind 'our end' is just me, actually. I pursued the thought pretty hard with him. Asking "Do you just want to see the two of us together and set a limit on what happens when Jen visits?"
He was pretty emphatic that although he is nervous he thinks it is exciting that she is as excited about the visit. She gave me the impression that she had kept to herself the excitement she felt about her freedom to be with both haves of the couple... Either she had been more explicit than she thinks or he more perceptive.
So point blank I said, "The deal I have with my husband is ANYTHING you do with me, he gets to do with Jen."
"Understood."
I went on to explain that depending on how things go, how we all feel, I intended to make any and everything available. "You realize that will likely mean I am watching my husband fucking Jen senseless?"
He got kind of quiet but As I probed further I realized he was kind of excited about it. It helped that I described in graphic terms what he could expect of me and to picture Jen would be doing the same things later.
When he gave the phone back to Jen we just chatted innocuously I somehow was having trouble going back and forth between them. Made me wonder how I would handle the two of them together. I ended up casually mentioning to Jen to call me when he goes out. I had for the most part talked to them from my car, occaisionally havinjg to watch what I say as I went in and stood in line for my lunch and did a coupld of errands.
I was picking up some things in an office supply store and it was pretty empty. I had that privacy in public illusion you get in public at the time. This is not when I was discussing anything graphic, but an odd half smile from a woman I ran into several aisles later made me replay it in my head wondering what i had said.
Its hard to think straight when in the throes of whatever it is I am in the throes of, so I better watch it.
So tonight Jen called me back after her hubby went out for a while. We really talked then. I was tempted just to give her this blog to bring her up to speed, but that is a Rubicon I don't think I should cross with anyone. Once you know people you know read your blog I am sure it changes how you write and what you say.
I did give her the synopsis of my recent activities. She was shocked that I have two paramours at the moment. asked a lot about how I met them and so on. She almost seemed to be taking notes. I felt a little slutty when I laid it out to someone else in the cold light of day. She wanted details and in the telling I lost a little of my shyness in the euphoria of telling it and reliving it as I did.
Turns out she has had some extra-marital experience herself. She kinda told me to make me feel less guilty as she said. Turns out she had me by a couple as she admitted to having had five separate flings in her I think nine year marriage. She explained that only one of them was an on=going thing but she broke that off when it got 'too intense'. The others, 'just happened'.
We talked about that and it seems she is open to cheating but has to feel like she hadn't sought it out. As I pointed out the end result is the same and she gets better quality if she influences the events...she seemed pretty open to that idea. She said she couldn't bring herself to hit on someone. She had had a lot of questions about Ashley-Madison and we basically left it that she was going to sneak onto there and 'have a look.' Not sure how I feel about being the corrupter of semi-innocent housewives. She actually is by the way, a housewife. Stays home, watches the kids. Doesn't do PTA. Does bake cookies. Like that.
We talked about how to handle me not having a willing hubby on my end as advertised. I was dangling the bait of Mark out there, but she didn't catch on or wasn't interested, not sure. She giggled that we should just go shopping and eat ice-cream and tell her hubby she got rode hard. I suggested maybe we just have some girl-girl time alone. She was enthusiastic about that idea. She pointed out it would probably be different to be alone together than to feel like we were performing for her hubby (Or my semi-imaginary one). We flirted with the idea of a pre-date date, but worried we would somehow give it away that we weren't surprised enough by each other.
I told her about Diana and how there is some tension there, but as co-workers its awkward and I don;t trust her not to say something, because she kinda speaks before she thinks sometimes. Not a good co-conspirator. I mentioned going to the bar with Diana at my husbands urging and she thought his being OK with that was curious. She said hers would totally go for it because as far as he was concerned she was reeling in a girl for a three-way.
We decided to tell her husband that mine is getting cold feet but is still somewhat open to the idea. That way there is no pressure to set a date that I may or may not have an alibi for.
When I logged in to write this I had several increasingly urgent messages from Gabe. He seemed miffed that I wasn't online to check in this morning. I kinda didn't like his tone. I didn't fire back as I considered as I do have fun with him. One of the messages said something about "You're probably tied up on a hot date?"
Not that it is any of his business. I have hinted with both Mark and Gabe that I have other interests in a way to let them know I am not interested in a formal arrangement. I mean really I am cheating!!..must I be faithful to a paramour?? I have been fairly explicit with Brian of course I took the analogy of his being a dildo in my drawer of sex-toys almost to saying almpst that way. Brian the dildo seemed to be a little more gentlemanly about despite his youth and inexperience than Gabe.
Damn! I just realized I didn't even mention Brian in my confessional with Jen. I'll have to go back to booth and say a few "Hail Jen's" or something. Weird I left him out.
I had already admitted to her that hubby doesn't know I contacted them and might never know. That realistically it would be difficult to mention it to him after the fact and go through with a meeting if I had already spent time with them as a couple.
She admitted that although this had sort of evolved from an idea of her husbands when they couldn't find a single girl to join them, she loved the idea of some "alone time" with a couple herself. We talked about it in terms of cuckolding although I din;t use that term.
It seems that her husband is OK with her going with a couple, but its one of those close his eyes and not think about it things. He doesn't want to hear about it except as it pertains to the girl-girl stuff. I pointed out he could have serious regrets about it if he truly isn't into her being with the couple as a couple.
I ended up talking to him myself. I had told Jen to give him some privacy because I didn't want him to tell me in her presence what he thinks she or I want to hear. He admitted it made him nervous, but he said he was totally OK with her reciprocating on 'our end'. Bear in mind 'our end' is just me, actually. I pursued the thought pretty hard with him. Asking "Do you just want to see the two of us together and set a limit on what happens when Jen visits?"
He was pretty emphatic that although he is nervous he thinks it is exciting that she is as excited about the visit. She gave me the impression that she had kept to herself the excitement she felt about her freedom to be with both haves of the couple... Either she had been more explicit than she thinks or he more perceptive.
So point blank I said, "The deal I have with my husband is ANYTHING you do with me, he gets to do with Jen."
"Understood."
I went on to explain that depending on how things go, how we all feel, I intended to make any and everything available. "You realize that will likely mean I am watching my husband fucking Jen senseless?"
He got kind of quiet but As I probed further I realized he was kind of excited about it. It helped that I described in graphic terms what he could expect of me and to picture Jen would be doing the same things later.
When he gave the phone back to Jen we just chatted innocuously I somehow was having trouble going back and forth between them. Made me wonder how I would handle the two of them together. I ended up casually mentioning to Jen to call me when he goes out. I had for the most part talked to them from my car, occaisionally havinjg to watch what I say as I went in and stood in line for my lunch and did a coupld of errands.
I was picking up some things in an office supply store and it was pretty empty. I had that privacy in public illusion you get in public at the time. This is not when I was discussing anything graphic, but an odd half smile from a woman I ran into several aisles later made me replay it in my head wondering what i had said.
Its hard to think straight when in the throes of whatever it is I am in the throes of, so I better watch it.
So tonight Jen called me back after her hubby went out for a while. We really talked then. I was tempted just to give her this blog to bring her up to speed, but that is a Rubicon I don't think I should cross with anyone. Once you know people you know read your blog I am sure it changes how you write and what you say.
I did give her the synopsis of my recent activities. She was shocked that I have two paramours at the moment. asked a lot about how I met them and so on. She almost seemed to be taking notes. I felt a little slutty when I laid it out to someone else in the cold light of day. She wanted details and in the telling I lost a little of my shyness in the euphoria of telling it and reliving it as I did.
Turns out she has had some extra-marital experience herself. She kinda told me to make me feel less guilty as she said. Turns out she had me by a couple as she admitted to having had five separate flings in her I think nine year marriage. She explained that only one of them was an on=going thing but she broke that off when it got 'too intense'. The others, 'just happened'.
We talked about that and it seems she is open to cheating but has to feel like she hadn't sought it out. As I pointed out the end result is the same and she gets better quality if she influences the events...she seemed pretty open to that idea. She said she couldn't bring herself to hit on someone. She had had a lot of questions about Ashley-Madison and we basically left it that she was going to sneak onto there and 'have a look.' Not sure how I feel about being the corrupter of semi-innocent housewives. She actually is by the way, a housewife. Stays home, watches the kids. Doesn't do PTA. Does bake cookies. Like that.
We talked about how to handle me not having a willing hubby on my end as advertised. I was dangling the bait of Mark out there, but she didn't catch on or wasn't interested, not sure. She giggled that we should just go shopping and eat ice-cream and tell her hubby she got rode hard. I suggested maybe we just have some girl-girl time alone. She was enthusiastic about that idea. She pointed out it would probably be different to be alone together than to feel like we were performing for her hubby (Or my semi-imaginary one). We flirted with the idea of a pre-date date, but worried we would somehow give it away that we weren't surprised enough by each other.
I told her about Diana and how there is some tension there, but as co-workers its awkward and I don;t trust her not to say something, because she kinda speaks before she thinks sometimes. Not a good co-conspirator. I mentioned going to the bar with Diana at my husbands urging and she thought his being OK with that was curious. She said hers would totally go for it because as far as he was concerned she was reeling in a girl for a three-way.
We decided to tell her husband that mine is getting cold feet but is still somewhat open to the idea. That way there is no pressure to set a date that I may or may not have an alibi for.
When I logged in to write this I had several increasingly urgent messages from Gabe. He seemed miffed that I wasn't online to check in this morning. I kinda didn't like his tone. I didn't fire back as I considered as I do have fun with him. One of the messages said something about "You're probably tied up on a hot date?"
Not that it is any of his business. I have hinted with both Mark and Gabe that I have other interests in a way to let them know I am not interested in a formal arrangement. I mean really I am cheating!!..must I be faithful to a paramour?? I have been fairly explicit with Brian of course I took the analogy of his being a dildo in my drawer of sex-toys almost to saying almpst that way. Brian the dildo seemed to be a little more gentlemanly about despite his youth and inexperience than Gabe.
Damn! I just realized I didn't even mention Brian in my confessional with Jen. I'll have to go back to booth and say a few "Hail Jen's" or something. Weird I left him out.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Jen and I have phone-sex...
At least I did!
I decided that skulking about a payphone was silly so I waited till I knew I had some privacy today and used my sneaky phone after making sure I had plenty of airtime loaded up.
She picked up right away. Sounded even better than on her voice mail greeting. Seemed very genuine and engaging.
After a couple of minutes of "Hi, how are you" stuff, I got around to asking her if her other half was right there too?
She said he was in the room when I called but he 'hustled out of here to give me some privacy."
"Really?" I was kinda surprised at the gesture.
She laughed and explained, "He actually said 'I better go so I don't fuck it up!' referring to another semi-interested but nervous girl I had on the phone. He was asking me questions while I was talking to her and at some point she abruptly hung-up. he blames himself but I think she just was really that unsure."
That seemed funny. I said that I was a little nervous myself and she admitted as much...
We talked a bit about what her expectations were and his as well. We went over that and I was unprepared for what was pretty predictable.
"So how far is your husband OK with you going while you are here, and is he OK with us having our turn first or do I need to plan to visit you guys first?"
She went on to explain that her husband was hot enough for the idea that he was OK if I 'went first' but nervous about how he'd feel while waiting when he hadn't already had his turn so to speak.
This gave me time to recover. I admitted (truthfully) that we hadn't yet to give it enough thought and discussion to know what our boundaries will be. (None is in fact inadequate discussion) I had been sort of fishing with my even responding to the ad, not sure what I would do if I caught something..now I felt sure I wanted to meet them and most likely play, but how to tell them I am a cheating 'singleton' On the one hand I would bet money he'd go for it, I wondered if they would look down on me for cheating...I wondered how to approach it.
I hemmed an hawed around then finally came out with it.
I admitted I hadn't (yet) and possibly wouldn't tell hubby of my plans. I explained I thought he would more likely than not be appreciative, but it might lend some suspicion to other activities I had been engaging in....
She was intrigued. Suddenly I had a girlfriend I could unload a lot of delicious little secrets..I didn't go into details. I sure as hell didn;t point her to this blog. I admitted I had a couple of guys on the side at the moment. She was aghast and impressed. She hinted that although she wouldn't consider looking for it, she had had a couple of experiences in the (8ish?) years she was married. Now I was pretty sure her hubby was IN FACT out of the room...interesting tangle of intersecting obfuscations.
What I proposed to her was that we allow her husband to assume mine was on board and that ANYTHING that he wanted to do with me, he had to assume she would be green-lighted to do on her crosstown trip to our home. We figured we would put the reciprocal date into the future and postpone a couple of times and just play it by ear. I had some really kinky ideas about how that could play out but kept it to myself.
At some place I was a bit lost in reverie and was frankly teasing myself with a hand down my unbuttoned, unzipped and starting to get lost pants. I apparently trailed off a bit. She asked if I needed to go. I quickly said something like "No! Keep talking, please..." I blushed red realizing my distraction showed and explained sort of that I was lost in a moment, but to go on...
She seemed to catch on...and her voice grew a little husky. She described several scenes had thought about with a nameless faceless third wheel girl in the mix...good details...
At some point she said just a moment...she got up and apparently went out to her husband and I caught only 'going well' and that she went back to what I guessed was their room. The door closed audibly, and she explained to me she bought us some more time.
I asked her how she imagined it going and were there any particular activities she wanted to avoid or definitely hit. She basically said she wanted to 'do it all' and actually looked foward to seeing her husband 'in action' from a different perspective was how she put it. Wow.
At some point she slipped into a narrative style that reminded me so much of the way I talk to my husband about a fantasy or a past experience...she started to get detailed...she HAD to know I was following along mentally and , in my way, physically. I actually got off twice during the conversation...my breathing had to have given me away as well as my vacant..mmm, yeah responses at times.
My favorite was where she described in great detail watching her husbands eyes as she 'unwrapped' me and laid me into his lap as she went down on me. she described I remember him holding and cradling me as my back arched......
Oh My.
I asked her "Are you sure you guys haven't done this before?" Only a thousand times in my mind she responded.
Ok, now my dance card is REALLY full. I need a clone.
I ran into Diana before lunch so we ended up grabbing a corner table in the company snack canteen place. She didn't pry and I didn't give details about the needed alibi. I admitted to being a little insatiable in that I had a go at hubby when I got in. (Late.) She identified with how a really hot time can ramp up desire even more sometimes. I have no idea how I brought it up..it wasn't a slip but it wasn't planned, I mentioned (without details) that she had become a character in a little mind play with husband that night.
I had mentioned that I had made up a hot sounding outfit to go with my alibi..She laughed at that and had me describe it and corrected the minor details but said she actually was kinda dressed like that. Funny. Anyway I basically said that "It's my fault if hubby blushes next time you run into him." She hooted at that she said now she absolutely has to run into him sometime. If she only knew HOW involved her character was in that little fantasy play...on the other hand I think she'd like it.
I decided that skulking about a payphone was silly so I waited till I knew I had some privacy today and used my sneaky phone after making sure I had plenty of airtime loaded up.
She picked up right away. Sounded even better than on her voice mail greeting. Seemed very genuine and engaging.
After a couple of minutes of "Hi, how are you" stuff, I got around to asking her if her other half was right there too?
She said he was in the room when I called but he 'hustled out of here to give me some privacy."
"Really?" I was kinda surprised at the gesture.
She laughed and explained, "He actually said 'I better go so I don't fuck it up!' referring to another semi-interested but nervous girl I had on the phone. He was asking me questions while I was talking to her and at some point she abruptly hung-up. he blames himself but I think she just was really that unsure."
That seemed funny. I said that I was a little nervous myself and she admitted as much...
We talked a bit about what her expectations were and his as well. We went over that and I was unprepared for what was pretty predictable.
"So how far is your husband OK with you going while you are here, and is he OK with us having our turn first or do I need to plan to visit you guys first?"
She went on to explain that her husband was hot enough for the idea that he was OK if I 'went first' but nervous about how he'd feel while waiting when he hadn't already had his turn so to speak.
This gave me time to recover. I admitted (truthfully) that we hadn't yet to give it enough thought and discussion to know what our boundaries will be. (None is in fact inadequate discussion) I had been sort of fishing with my even responding to the ad, not sure what I would do if I caught something..now I felt sure I wanted to meet them and most likely play, but how to tell them I am a cheating 'singleton' On the one hand I would bet money he'd go for it, I wondered if they would look down on me for cheating...I wondered how to approach it.
I hemmed an hawed around then finally came out with it.
I admitted I hadn't (yet) and possibly wouldn't tell hubby of my plans. I explained I thought he would more likely than not be appreciative, but it might lend some suspicion to other activities I had been engaging in....
She was intrigued. Suddenly I had a girlfriend I could unload a lot of delicious little secrets..I didn't go into details. I sure as hell didn;t point her to this blog. I admitted I had a couple of guys on the side at the moment. She was aghast and impressed. She hinted that although she wouldn't consider looking for it, she had had a couple of experiences in the (8ish?) years she was married. Now I was pretty sure her hubby was IN FACT out of the room...interesting tangle of intersecting obfuscations.
What I proposed to her was that we allow her husband to assume mine was on board and that ANYTHING that he wanted to do with me, he had to assume she would be green-lighted to do on her crosstown trip to our home. We figured we would put the reciprocal date into the future and postpone a couple of times and just play it by ear. I had some really kinky ideas about how that could play out but kept it to myself.
At some place I was a bit lost in reverie and was frankly teasing myself with a hand down my unbuttoned, unzipped and starting to get lost pants. I apparently trailed off a bit. She asked if I needed to go. I quickly said something like "No! Keep talking, please..." I blushed red realizing my distraction showed and explained sort of that I was lost in a moment, but to go on...
She seemed to catch on...and her voice grew a little husky. She described several scenes had thought about with a nameless faceless third wheel girl in the mix...good details...
At some point she said just a moment...she got up and apparently went out to her husband and I caught only 'going well' and that she went back to what I guessed was their room. The door closed audibly, and she explained to me she bought us some more time.
I asked her how she imagined it going and were there any particular activities she wanted to avoid or definitely hit. She basically said she wanted to 'do it all' and actually looked foward to seeing her husband 'in action' from a different perspective was how she put it. Wow.
At some point she slipped into a narrative style that reminded me so much of the way I talk to my husband about a fantasy or a past experience...she started to get detailed...she HAD to know I was following along mentally and , in my way, physically. I actually got off twice during the conversation...my breathing had to have given me away as well as my vacant..mmm, yeah responses at times.
My favorite was where she described in great detail watching her husbands eyes as she 'unwrapped' me and laid me into his lap as she went down on me. she described I remember him holding and cradling me as my back arched......
Oh My.
I asked her "Are you sure you guys haven't done this before?" Only a thousand times in my mind she responded.
Ok, now my dance card is REALLY full. I need a clone.
I ran into Diana before lunch so we ended up grabbing a corner table in the company snack canteen place. She didn't pry and I didn't give details about the needed alibi. I admitted to being a little insatiable in that I had a go at hubby when I got in. (Late.) She identified with how a really hot time can ramp up desire even more sometimes. I have no idea how I brought it up..it wasn't a slip but it wasn't planned, I mentioned (without details) that she had become a character in a little mind play with husband that night.
I had mentioned that I had made up a hot sounding outfit to go with my alibi..She laughed at that and had me describe it and corrected the minor details but said she actually was kinda dressed like that. Funny. Anyway I basically said that "It's my fault if hubby blushes next time you run into him." She hooted at that she said now she absolutely has to run into him sometime. If she only knew HOW involved her character was in that little fantasy play...on the other hand I think she'd like it.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Wife-swapping.
Quite a while ago we briefly stopped by and visited with some neighbors The occasion was welcoming a new couple to the neighborhood that don't otherwise figure into this story....The host couple are a bit younger and cute as hell. They were out front on this big porch they have and had assorted neighbors over for cocktails..All very 60's suburbia feel to it.
Wifey 1 was talking to Hubby 2 while Wifey 2 was talking to the husband of Wifey 1. Wifey 2 was laughing in a pleasant lilt and doing that touching the forearm flirt. It looked like something to me, if not now, in the future.
I nudged my hubby and told him to go make out with Wifey #1 I mean I drew his attention to the scene and said to him...so, do you think they swap? He was monetarily puzzled, then took in the scene again....the wheels a turning..I could almost hear them squeak and his mind is pretty well oiled most of the time.
Big grin. "You never know about people do you?"
"Fun to think about." Says I.
I was thinking of this scene yesterday and brought it up to hubby as a way of bouncing my Craigslist couple off of him. I realized I had such things on the brain, but this seemed a good opportunity to play what if with him. So we re-hashed the possible matches there and what would be most interesting to happen into, say on a porch swing.
We decided that we both liked Wifey #1 better in all sorts of ways, and that we could take or leave Hubbies #1 or #2. Later we extended the what ifs to a discussion of what amounted to soft swap ideas. I couldn't use that term because I didn't want to sound to well reserched, but he agreed it would be hot to be in the same room while another couple was going at it. For fantasy purposes we agreed it would be hotter to see Wife 1 and hubby @ just because it would be naughtier.
I asked flat out, "If getting Wifey #1 all to ourselves came at a cost of loaning me to them for the evening first would you do it? '"In a heartbeat" he said followed by "Kidding!" He was so not.
*Oh and I did find a phone -that works- third try. (I need to put some money on my sneaky pre-paid visa so I can add minutes to my sneaky prepaid pone-on-a-chip) I called 'Jen' as I shall call her since she sounded on her voicemail like my friend Jennifer. I didn't leave a message, then afterward got paranoid that it is some elaborate ruse and 'Jen' is a friend or a paid actress or..or..ok that's silly...
I sent her an email telling her I chickened out and she swore she will be available all day to pickup next time. ~nervous~
Wifey 1 was talking to Hubby 2 while Wifey 2 was talking to the husband of Wifey 1. Wifey 2 was laughing in a pleasant lilt and doing that touching the forearm flirt. It looked like something to me, if not now, in the future.
I nudged my hubby and
Big grin. "You never know about people do you?"
"Fun to think about." Says I.
I was thinking of this scene yesterday and brought it up to hubby as a way of bouncing my Craigslist couple off of him. I realized I had such things on the brain, but this seemed a good opportunity to play what if with him. So we re-hashed the possible matches there and what would be most interesting to happen into, say on a porch swing.
We decided that we both liked Wifey #1 better in all sorts of ways, and that we could take or leave Hubbies #1 or #2. Later we extended the what ifs to a discussion of what amounted to soft swap ideas. I couldn't use that term because I didn't want to sound to well reserched, but he agreed it would be hot to be in the same room while another couple was going at it. For fantasy purposes we agreed it would be hotter to see Wife 1 and hubby @ just because it would be naughtier.
I asked flat out, "If getting Wifey #1 all to ourselves came at a cost of loaning me to them for the evening first would you do it? '"In a heartbeat" he said followed by "Kidding!" He was so not.
*Oh and I did find a phone -that works- third try. (I need to put some money on my sneaky pre-paid visa so I can add minutes to my sneaky prepaid pone-on-a-chip) I called 'Jen' as I shall call her since she sounded on her voicemail like my friend Jennifer. I didn't leave a message, then afterward got paranoid that it is some elaborate ruse and 'Jen' is a friend or a paid actress or..or..ok that's silly...
I sent her an email telling her I chickened out and she swore she will be available all day to pickup next time. ~nervous~
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Update: Craigsnibbles.
I already got responses from all three couples looking for a single woman. (I can play one of those in a pinch.) None of them seem legit to me. Two are asking for pictures, one of which flat out says so he can tell if I am his girlfriend's 'type'. At least he generously allows that I don't 'have' to be nude in the picture, just wear something kinda revealing he says. Pass. How does he know what his girlfriend is going to respond to? The third is asking about my experience level in a threesome and I think he'd like me to tell him a tale. Buy a penthouse forum, or read my blog.
The Couple for Couple though shows promise. The ad had a sense of humor, and it came through in their (her?) response. She mentioned that they had frustrations looking for a single girl, but that he is not just Ok with but somewhat cautiously encouraging of her branching out with a couple. Pretty generous offer I think. Basically no obligation to service him, but she is allowed to help me out with 'my fella' if that helps seal the deal on my end. No pressure. Didn't ask for a picture or anything beyond the brief description I gave in my response. Left a phone number, "In case you want to chat about this." Nice (and clever) way of saying she would like to voice verify. This by the way is a good way to weed out the dudes who may or may not have a willing girl to add to the mix. Hmmm do they still make payphones? Looks around....
The Couple for Couple though shows promise. The ad had a sense of humor, and it came through in their (her?) response. She mentioned that they had frustrations looking for a single girl, but that he is not just Ok with but somewhat cautiously encouraging of her branching out with a couple. Pretty generous offer I think. Basically no obligation to service him, but she is allowed to help me out with 'my fella' if that helps seal the deal on my end. No pressure. Didn't ask for a picture or anything beyond the brief description I gave in my response. Left a phone number, "In case you want to chat about this." Nice (and clever) way of saying she would like to voice verify. This by the way is a good way to weed out the dudes who may or may not have a willing girl to add to the mix. Hmmm do they still make payphones? Looks around....
Craigslist....I was reading couple of posts the other day...
One on The Beautiful Kind's Blog about her experiences in the adult services section she aptly titled I Was a Craigslist Whore. The other was on the lovely M & K's Bedroom Blog titled Craigslist: The Others where they give a glimpse of the general types of fruitcakes one finds there.
On The Beautiful Kind's post I realized again all the many things I did wrong when I briefly strolled the corner of Craigslist. Turns out I was advertising in the casual encounters where most are suspected of being prostitutes, but actual prostitution is discouraged. They used to have a corner for that sort of thing under adult services but that was recently closed down after the newspaper industry that used to survive on such ads blackmailed Craig into shutting it down.
In my case I got no responses. Which was weird since when (rarely) I placed Craigslist ads in the past the two most common questions were, "Are you hooker -usually phrased more politely" and "Are you real?" No one ever thought to ask if I was a real hooker apparently.
M and K's reminded me of the few tentative replys I have made to couples where it has been painfully apparent that only the male half of the 'couple' (if he is even in a couple) is the only one involved in seeking out a three-way. I did see one honest ad where a dude was looking for a girl to help him find a second girl. Creative anyway.
So I trudged back in (strictly in the interest of journalism you know, it's dead at the newspapers).
I answered a few ads in the MW4W category and I answered one in the MW4MW even though I am in fact in a couple, perhaps a couple of couples come to that, I am not planning on dragging a partner or hubby to an orgy. But fun to think about. note: I chose Chicago for illustrative purposes, this is not to infer I am there or even nearby, or for that matter not there.
The one in couples for couples was pretty interesting. It brings into discussion here a term 'unicorn' that in Craigslist parlance is the ultimate find for a couple seeking a girl for a threesome. The ever elusive girl that not only wants to be in a girl-girl situation, is not only OK with the lucky dude watching, no she even will let him participate. Personally I would love to be that girl. I would be a little nervous about it..I don't want to fuck up anyone's relationship while I fuck them together, consecutively or simultaneously. But the possibilities are more than interesting.
The ad that caught my eye was one I had seen similar ads to in the past. Basically a couple give up on finding the unicorn, have a discussion and decide to loan the girl out to another couple provided said couple returns the favor, the girl and their girl.
I just browsed those Chicago ads looking for a similar deal but no luck..too many to look through. If you are in Chicago, though holy moly lotsa possibilities!
So I answered the couple looking for a couple be interesting to see how that conversation goes. Not sure how to go about exploring the what-ifs without looking like a craigslist flake myself. Which I am sort of. I always liked reading them long before I had any idea I was in fact, "that kinda wife."
Oh by the way for the un-tested without battle scars of wading through Craigslist responses, do NOT use either an email address that gives an indication of who you are, or for that matter that you mind having spammed. You will get spam galore depending on how well you read between the lines of the spammers posts.
On The Beautiful Kind's post I realized again all the many things I did wrong when I briefly strolled the corner of Craigslist. Turns out I was advertising in the casual encounters where most are suspected of being prostitutes, but actual prostitution is discouraged. They used to have a corner for that sort of thing under adult services but that was recently closed down after the newspaper industry that used to survive on such ads blackmailed Craig into shutting it down.
In my case I got no responses. Which was weird since when (rarely) I placed Craigslist ads in the past the two most common questions were, "Are you hooker -usually phrased more politely" and "Are you real?" No one ever thought to ask if I was a real hooker apparently.
M and K's reminded me of the few tentative replys I have made to couples where it has been painfully apparent that only the male half of the 'couple' (if he is even in a couple) is the only one involved in seeking out a three-way. I did see one honest ad where a dude was looking for a girl to help him find a second girl. Creative anyway.
So I trudged back in (strictly in the interest of journalism you know, it's dead at the newspapers).
I answered a few ads in the MW4W category and I answered one in the MW4MW even though I am in fact in a couple, perhaps a couple of couples come to that, I am not planning on dragging a partner or hubby to an orgy. But fun to think about. note: I chose Chicago for illustrative purposes, this is not to infer I am there or even nearby, or for that matter not there.
The one in couples for couples was pretty interesting. It brings into discussion here a term 'unicorn' that in Craigslist parlance is the ultimate find for a couple seeking a girl for a threesome. The ever elusive girl that not only wants to be in a girl-girl situation, is not only OK with the lucky dude watching, no she even will let him participate. Personally I would love to be that girl. I would be a little nervous about it..I don't want to fuck up anyone's relationship while I fuck them together, consecutively or simultaneously. But the possibilities are more than interesting.
The ad that caught my eye was one I had seen similar ads to in the past. Basically a couple give up on finding the unicorn, have a discussion and decide to loan the girl out to another couple provided said couple returns the favor, the girl and their girl.
I just browsed those Chicago ads looking for a similar deal but no luck..too many to look through. If you are in Chicago, though holy moly lotsa possibilities!
So I answered the couple looking for a couple be interesting to see how that conversation goes. Not sure how to go about exploring the what-ifs without looking like a craigslist flake myself. Which I am sort of. I always liked reading them long before I had any idea I was in fact, "that kinda wife."
Oh by the way for the un-tested without battle scars of wading through Craigslist responses, do NOT use either an email address that gives an indication of who you are, or for that matter that you mind having spammed. You will get spam galore depending on how well you read between the lines of the spammers posts.
Friday, September 24, 2010
It's not slutty...
...if you are doing your husband, right?
Even if he was third in line? For the day?
You know, now that I think about it...this continuation of a day of slutty excess occurred after midnight in our timezone, so therefore he had his very own day. Pshew! ~released~ I feel much more virtuous!
I believe the cliff-hanger at lunchtime left you (well him) with me stroking his cock with my folds through a couple of layers of undershorts. I left mine on. Satiny pink ones and no NOT a pair I had worn on either 'date' Why would you think that you pervs! ~just kidding~ I guess color was inconsequential as the lights were off, but his rigid member seemed to enjoy the texture of that as I alternated gliding softly to grinding down hard. I could easily have brought him off that way in short (no pun) order, but I felt I owed him a bit more.
I was still as I said irrational concerned (and knew it was irrational at the time) about being noticeably used. In situations like that I kinda wish he DID know and approve of my activities. Not that that is out of the realm of the possible since he does have tendencies like an actual cuckold as far as I can see and has been enthusiastic about past stories and recent 'fables'.
I've read hot wife experiences from the cuck's perspective where he reports differing sensations. I believe he experiences that but I think it isn;t a matter of knowing to expect it, but rather expecting it causes the perception. There may be a demonstrable 'readiness' on her part because she has had a warm-up, knows he knows, and all the kinky-hot goodness that must go along with that.
My concern is where that would lead and that ain't a genie that will wiggle her cute little haram-pant clad behind and poof back in her bottle, methinks. I think a little light experimental swinging might be the way to ease into a trial, but out and out, 'I'm off on a date, hon!" has got to be fraught with peril of all sorts on all sides.(Not that infidelity is not inheritable treacherous ~pun intended~
Where was I?
I yes, slip sliding away. Kinda for real..I was w-e-t. Noticeably so...I have no idea if the soaking the gusset of my drawers was getting had an pre=ejaculate contributions on it because my side was drenched.
I slid down to a so=called subservient position. Prostrating myself before his cock. I find it a powerful position myself, him lying still...that 'don;t stop'look in his eyes. Missed this time in the dark...but my eyes were adjusting.
His cock smelled lightly fragrant of my sex. A clean fresh version. He has commented in the past that when I am really. really aroused that I taste more neutral. seemed to be so now.
Plunging my mouth on him I could taste myself. I have either by myself or sometimes for dramatic effect with a partner sampled myself on fingertip. I like my taste, but somehow with the addition of the fragrances and texture and slightly slightly background note of cock it is even better.
~giggle~ That sounded like a clip from my sister's 'foodie' blog. I read hers and learn things about blogging from her but hell no she doesn't read mine. I hope. I have a really inept fledgling blog she is helping me with so I can ask her questions about html and such without her wondering why. And no you can't have the link. And no she isn't single. And further, no she doesn't cheat. So far as I know, and I think she'd mention but on the other hand I don;t even hint..hmmm...geez sorry I was telling a story here.
So what would have been a slightly guilty, maybe a little dutiful make-it-up-to-you fellatio session, took a turn for the kinky.
I don't think I was just reinforcing my alibi. It was as I remember it now a willful bit of kink that I really enjoyed telling.
:"Close your eyes." I told him..silly because it was dark. But I'm sure he complied. I figure he could make out my form and movements in the dark and he may have peeked but that would have spoiled nothing as the image I was intending was for his imagination and I have confidence his is sufficiently technicolor.
I went on to describe what Diana had worn, making it in the telling shorter, tighter and much more plunging than it was. I described the open-mouthed unashamed ogling that she got as a result. That part wasn't altogether a fabrication. Hubby loyally suggested her enhanced version was an inferior version of my own natural genetically driven robustness. (HA! spellchecker doesn't like bustyness but this suggestion I like...yeah that's me ro-bust! Would fembots be robo-busts?)) I thanked him for the compliment but persisted. He knows I have seen and felt them back when she had first recovered from her surgery and was eager to show them off. I lied a bit and told him that I have felt them again since and that both in form and feel they have really settled in to a rather pleasing shape. They really do look great she works out a bit and has sculpted her chest into something pretty amazing.
"Imagine you were awakened by giggling whispers. As you called out to me, I just told you to shhh! and close your eyes. You would peek of course and see her beautiful breasts for yourself as I helped her out of her clothes and directed her to our bed...."
I stopped the tale and gave him a few strokes of my mouth, hitting all the right sensitive spots. I pulled off but continued to slather his cock with licks and nuzzles and kisses, in between continuing: my tale:
"Doesn't she have the most fuckable lips?" I pursued.
"Yes." he nearly gasped. No protests at this point..
"Tell her."
Sensing his confusion I explained...."Diana is sucking your cock right now...tell her what a good job she is doing.."
"Oh, that feels so good..' He tested...
"Say her name....I want to hear you say her name..."
"Oh, you suck me so well, Diana.'
I gave his balls a friendly 'good boy' squeeze....that almost pushed him over I had to back off a bit in pace and intensity.
'Yeah, baby....tell her what a good little cock-slut she is..."
He did an excellent job..I tried not to be miffed at the verbal kink I had unleashed. He was willing once bidden to be a little more 'out there' in the choice of words than I think he would dare in characterizing his ever-virtuous wifey. He was enthusiastic as requested and at the point it turned into more of a face fucking I was only able to respond in gurgles..it was hot.
He delighted in calling her a 'slutty little cock-sucker'. A 'horny little nymphomaniac' and various demands that included 'slut not pejoratively but rather as a title. It was hot to hear. At another more opportune time I shall specify that he may and should think of me in such terms whilst inflagrante some other time. Then was not the time to turn off the spigot with second thoughts on his part.
My favorite (while I was doing exactly that..) was when he said "Rim that ass, slut!" I almost laughed..I had no idea he knew the term...I mean why wouldn't he...All he had to do was Google "My wife licks my ass" to get this result...if his personal list of porn doesn't already have examples of such..:)
He came in buckets in "Diana's" mouth not on her tits as I had expected, but perhaps another time..~grin~
Even if he was third in line? For the day?
You know, now that I think about it...this continuation of a day of slutty excess occurred after midnight in our timezone, so therefore he had his very own day. Pshew! ~released~ I feel much more virtuous!
I believe the cliff-hanger at lunchtime left you (well him) with me stroking his cock with my folds through a couple of layers of undershorts. I left mine on. Satiny pink ones and no NOT a pair I had worn on either 'date' Why would you think that you pervs! ~just kidding~ I guess color was inconsequential as the lights were off, but his rigid member seemed to enjoy the texture of that as I alternated gliding softly to grinding down hard. I could easily have brought him off that way in short (no pun) order, but I felt I owed him a bit more.
I was still as I said irrational concerned (and knew it was irrational at the time) about being noticeably used. In situations like that I kinda wish he DID know and approve of my activities. Not that that is out of the realm of the possible since he does have tendencies like an actual cuckold as far as I can see and has been enthusiastic about past stories and recent 'fables'.
I've read hot wife experiences from the cuck's perspective where he reports differing sensations. I believe he experiences that but I think it isn;t a matter of knowing to expect it, but rather expecting it causes the perception. There may be a demonstrable 'readiness' on her part because she has had a warm-up, knows he knows, and all the kinky-hot goodness that must go along with that.
My concern is where that would lead and that ain't a genie that will wiggle her cute little haram-pant clad behind and poof back in her bottle, methinks. I think a little light experimental swinging might be the way to ease into a trial, but out and out, 'I'm off on a date, hon!" has got to be fraught with peril of all sorts on all sides.(Not that infidelity is not inheritable treacherous ~pun intended~
Where was I?
I yes, slip sliding away. Kinda for real..I was w-e-t. Noticeably so...I have no idea if the soaking the gusset of my drawers was getting had an pre=ejaculate contributions on it because my side was drenched.
I slid down to a so=called subservient position. Prostrating myself before his cock. I find it a powerful position myself, him lying still...that 'don;t stop'look in his eyes. Missed this time in the dark...but my eyes were adjusting.
His cock smelled lightly fragrant of my sex. A clean fresh version. He has commented in the past that when I am really. really aroused that I taste more neutral. seemed to be so now.
Plunging my mouth on him I could taste myself. I have either by myself or sometimes for dramatic effect with a partner sampled myself on fingertip. I like my taste, but somehow with the addition of the fragrances and texture and slightly slightly background note of cock it is even better.
~giggle~ That sounded like a clip from my sister's 'foodie' blog. I read hers and learn things about blogging from her but hell no she doesn't read mine. I hope. I have a really inept fledgling blog she is helping me with so I can ask her questions about html and such without her wondering why. And no you can't have the link. And no she isn't single. And further, no she doesn't cheat. So far as I know, and I think she'd mention but on the other hand I don;t even hint..hmmm...geez sorry I was telling a story here.
So what would have been a slightly guilty, maybe a little dutiful make-it-up-to-you fellatio session, took a turn for the kinky.
I don't think I was just reinforcing my alibi. It was as I remember it now a willful bit of kink that I really enjoyed telling.
:"Close your eyes." I told him..silly because it was dark. But I'm sure he complied. I figure he could make out my form and movements in the dark and he may have peeked but that would have spoiled nothing as the image I was intending was for his imagination and I have confidence his is sufficiently technicolor.
I went on to describe what Diana had worn, making it in the telling shorter, tighter and much more plunging than it was. I described the open-mouthed unashamed ogling that she got as a result. That part wasn't altogether a fabrication. Hubby loyally suggested her enhanced version was an inferior version of my own natural genetically driven robustness. (HA! spellchecker doesn't like bustyness but this suggestion I like...yeah that's me ro-bust! Would fembots be robo-busts?)) I thanked him for the compliment but persisted. He knows I have seen and felt them back when she had first recovered from her surgery and was eager to show them off. I lied a bit and told him that I have felt them again since and that both in form and feel they have really settled in to a rather pleasing shape. They really do look great she works out a bit and has sculpted her chest into something pretty amazing.
"Imagine you were awakened by giggling whispers. As you called out to me, I just told you to shhh! and close your eyes. You would peek of course and see her beautiful breasts for yourself as I helped her out of her clothes and directed her to our bed...."
I stopped the tale and gave him a few strokes of my mouth, hitting all the right sensitive spots. I pulled off but continued to slather his cock with licks and nuzzles and kisses, in between continuing: my tale:
"Doesn't she have the most fuckable lips?" I pursued.
"Yes." he nearly gasped. No protests at this point..
"Tell her."
Sensing his confusion I explained...."Diana is sucking your cock right now...tell her what a good job she is doing.."
"Oh, that feels so good..' He tested...
"Say her name....I want to hear you say her name..."
"Oh, you suck me so well, Diana.'
I gave his balls a friendly 'good boy' squeeze....that almost pushed him over I had to back off a bit in pace and intensity.
'Yeah, baby....tell her what a good little cock-slut she is..."
He did an excellent job..I tried not to be miffed at the verbal kink I had unleashed. He was willing once bidden to be a little more 'out there' in the choice of words than I think he would dare in characterizing his ever-virtuous wifey. He was enthusiastic as requested and at the point it turned into more of a face fucking I was only able to respond in gurgles..it was hot.
He delighted in calling her a 'slutty little cock-sucker'. A 'horny little nymphomaniac' and various demands that included 'slut not pejoratively but rather as a title. It was hot to hear. At another more opportune time I shall specify that he may and should think of me in such terms whilst inflagrante some other time. Then was not the time to turn off the spigot with second thoughts on his part.
My favorite (while I was doing exactly that..) was when he said "Rim that ass, slut!" I almost laughed..I had no idea he knew the term...I mean why wouldn't he...All he had to do was Google "My wife licks my ass" to get this result...if his personal list of porn doesn't already have examples of such..:)
He came in buckets in "Diana's" mouth not on her tits as I had expected, but perhaps another time..~grin~
Trust me?
..Mark asked looking me in the eyes in the mirror. He was standing behind me I had already shed the skirt with a quick unzip, a slither and stepped out of it. He was futzing with my buttons on my blouse and then had it on the floor too. I stood all in black, from my lacy bra to my slutty heels.
"Of course." I smiled....
"Touch yourself." he watched intently as I complied. Interesting both watching myself in the mirror and him and his reactions over my shoulder in the same view. He kissed my neck, then stoked it with his fingertips, tracing my pulse. Kinda vampire-like. I wondered if he was going to take a nibble and thought ahead to my hickey remedies of days past....
Seeming to find the pulse, he applied pressure. I stopped what I was doing and then restarted when he told me to continue. I hadn't meant to just was distracted with what he was doing. I felt the vein (artery?) on that side pressure a little, then he brought another hand from around the back of my neck to the other side. He wasn't choking me, his hands were around the back of my neck instead of the front. He cut off the blood supply.
It felt really weird. A little light headed and dangerous. Probably is.
I felt I was getting close to orgasm about when I perceived some graying of my vision...am I going to pass out? I wondered almost idly....
"That's it, June, come for me!" Like magic I did. right then. Either because I was about to or because his rasping insistence pushed me over the edge. He released his grip at that moment and blood flooded into my starved brain...head rush and an orgasm combined. He had to catch me...it was intense...
Later comparing notes he said his favorite moment was when I was riding him facing him and pulled his hands to my neck and pleading with him,,"Choke me." I don't remember doing that but quite a bit of it was hedonistic blur. I remember hungrily sucking him off insistently completing it when he started to pull my head up for a break.
I stayed out far longer than I should have as did he. His alibi was good till 10:30. Mine open ended but subject to a visit possibly. I did check in with Diana at about 10:00 when we thought we were winding up. No visit from hubby, although she ended up at the same bar he knew about, no message on my phone...I slithered into bed at nearly midnight. Hubby mumbled something about 'good time?' I just smiled ear-to-ear n the dark and said, "Oh yeah."
I settled in to what I figured be some pretty erotic dreams maybe twinged with a little guilt. I was enjoying the satisfactory, well ridden feeling and the tittilating thrill of having gotten away with it. Again.
I heard hubby stir a bit..then realized he was groping my direction.... he fumbled the covers down a bit, my nightshirt up and was being pretty gentle with my nipples. I hadn't realized until then how rough Mark must have been on them because it grated a bit..they were tender! I bit my lip a bit, knowing that his touch didn;t warrant a strong reaction, but I was reacting. It wasn't painful, just tender but in a good way...I was wet instantly as the flood of images rushed back....suddenly I had an irrational thought.
I worried that he would be able to 'tell' that I had had quite a bit of activity recently. I have heard comments and read things suggesting a well used cunt would in fact feel noticeably, well used. I don;t find that to be the case for me, and really do not objectively believe it is true for any woman except perhaps in pretty extreme cases. I mean if you haven't done actual damage everything down there is pretty elastic it has to be, or else childbirth would be a bigger bitch than it is.
Having said that I was still worried. I was glad the lights were off..I worried I would show some sort of reaction or this ridiculous worry on my face. I headed him off before he rolled on top by rolling onto him..He objected not at all as I rubbed my crotch against him humping like a teenager.
hmmm...maybe we are headed to another post...to be continued...
"Of course." I smiled....
"Touch yourself." he watched intently as I complied. Interesting both watching myself in the mirror and him and his reactions over my shoulder in the same view. He kissed my neck, then stoked it with his fingertips, tracing my pulse. Kinda vampire-like. I wondered if he was going to take a nibble and thought ahead to my hickey remedies of days past....
Seeming to find the pulse, he applied pressure. I stopped what I was doing and then restarted when he told me to continue. I hadn't meant to just was distracted with what he was doing. I felt the vein (artery?) on that side pressure a little, then he brought another hand from around the back of my neck to the other side. He wasn't choking me, his hands were around the back of my neck instead of the front. He cut off the blood supply.
It felt really weird. A little light headed and dangerous. Probably is.
I felt I was getting close to orgasm about when I perceived some graying of my vision...am I going to pass out? I wondered almost idly....
"That's it, June, come for me!" Like magic I did. right then. Either because I was about to or because his rasping insistence pushed me over the edge. He released his grip at that moment and blood flooded into my starved brain...head rush and an orgasm combined. He had to catch me...it was intense...
Later comparing notes he said his favorite moment was when I was riding him facing him and pulled his hands to my neck and pleading with him,,"Choke me." I don't remember doing that but quite a bit of it was hedonistic blur. I remember hungrily sucking him off insistently completing it when he started to pull my head up for a break.
I stayed out far longer than I should have as did he. His alibi was good till 10:30. Mine open ended but subject to a visit possibly. I did check in with Diana at about 10:00 when we thought we were winding up. No visit from hubby, although she ended up at the same bar he knew about, no message on my phone...I slithered into bed at nearly midnight. Hubby mumbled something about 'good time?' I just smiled ear-to-ear n the dark and said, "Oh yeah."
I settled in to what I figured be some pretty erotic dreams maybe twinged with a little guilt. I was enjoying the satisfactory, well ridden feeling and the tittilating thrill of having gotten away with it. Again.
I heard hubby stir a bit..then realized he was groping my direction.... he fumbled the covers down a bit, my nightshirt up and was being pretty gentle with my nipples. I hadn't realized until then how rough Mark must have been on them because it grated a bit..they were tender! I bit my lip a bit, knowing that his touch didn;t warrant a strong reaction, but I was reacting. It wasn't painful, just tender but in a good way...I was wet instantly as the flood of images rushed back....suddenly I had an irrational thought.
I worried that he would be able to 'tell' that I had had quite a bit of activity recently. I have heard comments and read things suggesting a well used cunt would in fact feel noticeably, well used. I don;t find that to be the case for me, and really do not objectively believe it is true for any woman except perhaps in pretty extreme cases. I mean if you haven't done actual damage everything down there is pretty elastic it has to be, or else childbirth would be a bigger bitch than it is.
Having said that I was still worried. I was glad the lights were off..I worried I would show some sort of reaction or this ridiculous worry on my face. I headed him off before he rolled on top by rolling onto him..He objected not at all as I rubbed my crotch against him humping like a teenager.
hmmm...maybe we are headed to another post...to be continued...
Dressing for Mark...
In front of Gabe...as I straightened myself out after our little tryst was pretty interesting.
The time with Gabe was nice, almost like a couple settling into a groove. Not a rut as of yet. Gabe doesn't seem particularly adventurous but on the other hand I haven't given him any indication of wanting anything particularly kinky.
He had expressed no specific fetish-y interest in underthings, given the choice he says he prefers nekkid, mostly. He admits though its fun to fuck about unwrapping at times.
So I had worn a pair of black panties with a bit of lace trim that actually was part of the set that went with the bra. I had gone sans stockings and had a garter belt in my bag under my other stuff including a skirt that tends not to wrinkle and that hits not too far above the knee.
I had brought my usual bath soap in a trial bottle so I didn't have any tell-tale hotel soapy smells later. I decided to use the shower in the apartment too. I carefully dried the glass on the shower and made sure I hadn't left anything in the drain. Hotel de trespassers even had fluffy towels and a shower cap.
I remembered Derek noticing the red shoes that time I forgot to switch back so I decided to put on my ultra-sheer black stockings for the return trip. This necessitated digging out the garterbelt. Gabe had already done the linen exchange and watched fascinated as I clipped on the stockings.
He said, "I didn't know anyone still uses those kind of stockings anymore....I have only seen them in movies!"
"Well aren't I the glamor queen." I smiled. "I've got plans tonight that suggest a more theatrical look."
"Interesting." Gabe says but wisely didn't pursue that.
The fact that in writing this up the sex wasn't really noteworthy doesn't mean it wasn't worth doing. I did enjoy it. Missionary again, but I kind of like it. Gabe has a way of looking expectantly at you seeming to glory in my orgasm, so that is actually quite nice.
It's also possible that in writing this up a day later, I am a bit dazzled with the kinky memory of Mark's darker approach to our little tryst. That's the next post.
Oh, and btw, naturally Derek noticed as expected..."Stockings!' he said with a grin. I told him "Yeah I have plans tonight and want to look nice." I motioned him over to the desk and pulled out the other skirt. "This one will show off a little more leg tonight." He approved.
The time with Gabe was nice, almost like a couple settling into a groove. Not a rut as of yet. Gabe doesn't seem particularly adventurous but on the other hand I haven't given him any indication of wanting anything particularly kinky.
He had expressed no specific fetish-y interest in underthings, given the choice he says he prefers nekkid, mostly. He admits though its fun to fuck about unwrapping at times.
So I had worn a pair of black panties with a bit of lace trim that actually was part of the set that went with the bra. I had gone sans stockings and had a garter belt in my bag under my other stuff including a skirt that tends not to wrinkle and that hits not too far above the knee.
I had brought my usual bath soap in a trial bottle so I didn't have any tell-tale hotel soapy smells later. I decided to use the shower in the apartment too. I carefully dried the glass on the shower and made sure I hadn't left anything in the drain. Hotel de trespassers even had fluffy towels and a shower cap.
I remembered Derek noticing the red shoes that time I forgot to switch back so I decided to put on my ultra-sheer black stockings for the return trip. This necessitated digging out the garterbelt. Gabe had already done the linen exchange and watched fascinated as I clipped on the stockings.
He said, "I didn't know anyone still uses those kind of stockings anymore....I have only seen them in movies!"
"Well aren't I the glamor queen." I smiled. "I've got plans tonight that suggest a more theatrical look."
"Interesting." Gabe says but wisely didn't pursue that.
The fact that in writing this up the sex wasn't really noteworthy doesn't mean it wasn't worth doing. I did enjoy it. Missionary again, but I kind of like it. Gabe has a way of looking expectantly at you seeming to glory in my orgasm, so that is actually quite nice.
It's also possible that in writing this up a day later, I am a bit dazzled with the kinky memory of Mark's darker approach to our little tryst. That's the next post.
Oh, and btw, naturally Derek noticed as expected..."Stockings!' he said with a grin. I told him "Yeah I have plans tonight and want to look nice." I motioned him over to the desk and pulled out the other skirt. "This one will show off a little more leg tonight." He approved.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
nothing to see here...move along....
I've been a good girl today....dressed work appropriately....actually did my work..plus a little extra...
Since I expect to sneak out a little early tomorrow so I figured a little extra effort today will mean less guilt tomorrow.
Mentioned to Derek that I planned to sneak out a little early for lunch tomorrow so "I don't have to rush back'' He is very perceptive, but he doesn't ask..I don't actually have an assistant, so I use Derek in the role. I have been giving him a little more responsibility for actual work stuff to and he is responding well to the challenge. Good kid.
Going to get back from lunch a little early today to set a better example. I have offered to let Derek abuse the privilege sometime if he wants to. He shrugged and said he doesn't really have anything to do at lunchtime but if he does he'll take me up on it.
Since I expect to sneak out a little early tomorrow so I figured a little extra effort today will mean less guilt tomorrow.
Mentioned to Derek that I planned to sneak out a little early for lunch tomorrow so "I don't have to rush back'' He is very perceptive, but he doesn't ask..I don't actually have an assistant, so I use Derek in the role. I have been giving him a little more responsibility for actual work stuff to and he is responding well to the challenge. Good kid.
Going to get back from lunch a little early today to set a better example. I have offered to let Derek abuse the privilege sometime if he wants to. He shrugged and said he doesn't really have anything to do at lunchtime but if he does he'll take me up on it.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Now that is just slutty!
My plans for tomorrow and I am not talking about just the skirt.
I was talking to Gabe about revisiting the apartment. He had offered to try another one either in the same building or another one. Apparently there are houses as well available furnished. That might be interesting. I told him I kinda liked 'our place'. So we started to set a time and it was to be tomorrow lunchtime. I then realized it was the morning of my date with Mark, and that seemed a bit much to fit in..(no pun intended.)
I was feeling pretty deliciously decadent so I agreed. He is going to have some lunch ready as well, as I don't have tome to eat, fuck, do laundry and make beds all in an hour lunch (hour and half when I stretch it.)
Now if I can just add some chocolate to the mix, it'll be perfect.
I was talking to Gabe about revisiting the apartment. He had offered to try another one either in the same building or another one. Apparently there are houses as well available furnished. That might be interesting. I told him I kinda liked 'our place'. So we started to set a time and it was to be tomorrow lunchtime. I then realized it was the morning of my date with Mark, and that seemed a bit much to fit in..(no pun intended.)
I was feeling pretty deliciously decadent so I agreed. He is going to have some lunch ready as well, as I don't have tome to eat, fuck, do laundry and make beds all in an hour lunch (hour and half when I stretch it.)
Now if I can just add some chocolate to the mix, it'll be perfect.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Karaoke Alibi.
For what-ever reason Mark can get way on Wednesday nights. I have a standing invitation for Karaoke Night with Diana. And so, an alibi is born. I had to have a talk with Diana (risky) and make sure she is OK with covering for me. I had asked hubby if he was interested in going along and he just said, no, you enjoy girls night out. Hmm too trusting, that one.
So, hubby is in charge of dinner, Mark is getting a room. Sylvia is running cover. Just gotta pick out the shoes right? Hooker hot enough to slut up a hotel lobby but something I can plausibly wear to work. I actually got hubby involved in the decision. I laid out an outfit for work and said to him, do you think if I added a shorter skirt for after work, it'll look ok for the club? I picked out a business-y black skirt for day, and grabbed my nearly obscene mini (that I am pretty sure I've never worn in public). He just smile and said it''l look great. Really??!
I am going to pack a shortish one, but not that one!
I might have screwed up and put a little extra unneeded pressure on my alibi holding. I asked hubby, "In the unlikely event that Diana doesn't get picked up on and taken home, shall I bring her back here?" His response,"Yeah, right!" didn't quite match up with the glint in his eyes at the statement. I have at times used her as the stand-in for little verbal stories I have made up on the fly. Problem is what if he decides to take me up on the offer to come out and join us to reinforce visually the fantasy I planted?...dumb really.
On the other hand, It would be pretty interesting if Diana and I were going out actually that night to encourage her to stop by on an innocent errand and gauge his reaction. Better still would be to have her in on the gambit...have to think that one over.
Diana, surprisingly, was pretty mute on asking why. I wanted to head off speculation, but what can you say. Not too many reasons one needs an alibi. I hemmed around a little and told her I appreciated the cover. She just shrugged and said "I know how it is sometimes." She went on to explain that she has a "situation" she is entangled in herself. It seems if I read it right she has a married guy on the side herself.
She does actually plan on going to Karaoke but cleverly suggested that she go to a different one this time so if hubby checks up, she can have me meet her at an alternate club. Sounds like a plan.
I asked her if she had been tormenting Derek. She laughed and admitted she had forgotten about that little project but said she will look in on him. "I'd like to see what he is like drunk" was the way she put it.
So, hubby is in charge of dinner, Mark is getting a room. Sylvia is running cover. Just gotta pick out the shoes right? Hooker hot enough to slut up a hotel lobby but something I can plausibly wear to work. I actually got hubby involved in the decision. I laid out an outfit for work and said to him, do you think if I added a shorter skirt for after work, it'll look ok for the club? I picked out a business-y black skirt for day, and grabbed my nearly obscene mini (that I am pretty sure I've never worn in public). He just smile and said it''l look great. Really??!
I am going to pack a shortish one, but not that one!
I might have screwed up and put a little extra unneeded pressure on my alibi holding. I asked hubby, "In the unlikely event that Diana doesn't get picked up on and taken home, shall I bring her back here?" His response,"Yeah, right!" didn't quite match up with the glint in his eyes at the statement. I have at times used her as the stand-in for little verbal stories I have made up on the fly. Problem is what if he decides to take me up on the offer to come out and join us to reinforce visually the fantasy I planted?...dumb really.
On the other hand, It would be pretty interesting if Diana and I were going out actually that night to encourage her to stop by on an innocent errand and gauge his reaction. Better still would be to have her in on the gambit...have to think that one over.
Diana, surprisingly, was pretty mute on asking why. I wanted to head off speculation, but what can you say. Not too many reasons one needs an alibi. I hemmed around a little and told her I appreciated the cover. She just shrugged and said "I know how it is sometimes." She went on to explain that she has a "situation" she is entangled in herself. It seems if I read it right she has a married guy on the side herself.
She does actually plan on going to Karaoke but cleverly suggested that she go to a different one this time so if hubby checks up, she can have me meet her at an alternate club. Sounds like a plan.
I asked her if she had been tormenting Derek. She laughed and admitted she had forgotten about that little project but said she will look in on him. "I'd like to see what he is like drunk" was the way she put it.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
How do you want me?
So said hubby when I announced I was feeling a little kinky.
I have left out some details mostly because I got to feeling odd about sharing personal details without his knowledge. It came to my mind with the security breach. I didn't want that person reading them, then I decided It also made passing this whole thing off as fiction harder should that be necessary...
Anyway so skirting those concerns and just giving a hint. A while back I was corresponding with a new friend and encouraged him to acquire a toy for some explorations that interested him. I got a similar male specific toy for hubby as a little surprise...I warned him I had something, blindfolded him and gently played. He reported it felt weird but in a good way. I have taken to using it from time to time when the mood strikes me. He hasn;t asked for it on his own, but its fun to do and brings out a gently domme-y side of me.
His question at the top was more about position, but I thought. "I would like you meekly compliant and begging for violation.."
I have left out some details mostly because I got to feeling odd about sharing personal details without his knowledge. It came to my mind with the security breach. I didn't want that person reading them, then I decided It also made passing this whole thing off as fiction harder should that be necessary...
Anyway so skirting those concerns and just giving a hint. A while back I was corresponding with a new friend and encouraged him to acquire a toy for some explorations that interested him. I got a similar male specific toy for hubby as a little surprise...I warned him I had something, blindfolded him and gently played. He reported it felt weird but in a good way. I have taken to using it from time to time when the mood strikes me. He hasn;t asked for it on his own, but its fun to do and brings out a gently domme-y side of me.
His question at the top was more about position, but I thought. "I would like you meekly compliant and begging for violation.."
Saturday, September 18, 2010
A little competitive....
I mentioned in passing to Mark that one of my other playmates has access to corporate rentals...he almost seemed jealous, but not ridiculously so. Implicit in my telling that is that I have other paramours. I asked him about that and he was actually encouraging saying it helps keep your head clear and you priorities straight if you don't fixate on one person.
I told him I feel mush the same way and asked if he had any business trips scheduled. He apparently just came back from one.
"And??"
He sensed a trap of some sort...I assured him I wasn't possessive, especially under the circumstances. He admitted he has a semi-regular 'friend' in city Xyz. I kind of wanted him to go on a bit dish some details. The fact that he didn't while frustrating, assures me my kinky secrets are safe.
He pointed out he has a standing offer to get us a hotel room. I told him that somehow him spending money like that makes me feel like a whore sort of. He pointed out that that very fantasy was somewhat played out in our last meeting at the deliberately down-market hotel.
Good point.
Well, maybe I worry about playing the cheap whore. I explained I wished I could pay my share more And split the cost. (I didn't tell him this but I have been squirreling away a little from small cash back mounts at the store and have big plans to whore my words here out for money...:) )
He suggested the next time we meet we go to nice hotel in the evening and I wear a trench coat. That way I can play a 'high class' call-girl. And no that is not an oxymoron.
He asked me to find out about rates on the corporate rentals. Apparently they have salesmen and trainers in regularly and it might actually save him money (as well as give him his own love nest!). I don't think I'll introduce him to Gave. That would be weird.
I told him I feel mush the same way and asked if he had any business trips scheduled. He apparently just came back from one.
"And??"
He sensed a trap of some sort...I assured him I wasn't possessive, especially under the circumstances. He admitted he has a semi-regular 'friend' in city Xyz. I kind of wanted him to go on a bit dish some details. The fact that he didn't while frustrating, assures me my kinky secrets are safe.
He pointed out he has a standing offer to get us a hotel room. I told him that somehow him spending money like that makes me feel like a whore sort of. He pointed out that that very fantasy was somewhat played out in our last meeting at the deliberately down-market hotel.
Good point.
Well, maybe I worry about playing the cheap whore. I explained I wished I could pay my share more And split the cost. (I didn't tell him this but I have been squirreling away a little from small cash back mounts at the store and have big plans to whore my words here out for money...:) )
He suggested the next time we meet we go to nice hotel in the evening and I wear a trench coat. That way I can play a 'high class' call-girl. And no that is not an oxymoron.
He asked me to find out about rates on the corporate rentals. Apparently they have salesmen and trainers in regularly and it might actually save him money (as well as give him his own love nest!). I don't think I'll introduce him to Gave. That would be weird.
Friday, September 17, 2010
The Details...
All the Dirty I mean Clean details...
First of all I hadn't noticed but there is a privacy latch thing like hotels have on the front door. So with that thrown it would give us ample time to straighten up. Plus Gabe is quite sure no one previews these. He just has to check availability and said the girl at the management company admitted they haven't had much call for them lately. He cleverly asked if they were getting a little dusty and found out the cleaning services gives them a touch-up when called out only or on Saturdays for the weekly service.
So.....
With confidence (sort of...) we left a trail of clothes up the stairs to the bed. I then chickened out and went back down buck naked and collected my clothes down to my shoes and arranged them on the chair in the corner upstairs.
Feeling my exit was planned we peeled back the bedspread to find really nice soft sheets, 4 fluffy pillows and a much more luxurious place to find myself on my back. He had gotten there early to turn up the air conditioning and it certainly worked if my erect nipples were any guide...
He found those quickly nuzzling, licking, and with a little encouragement, biting...harder...mmmm that was nice and writhing on a mattress is much better...
It was pretty basic fare, secully, missionary position. I was ready quickly but he spent some time 'down there' making sure. I moaned (with sincerity) appreciatively.
He isn't noticebly muscular, but apprently in shape as he had no problem holding himself in various positions as he sought to get that angle just right..and right it ws. He hd a good sense of timing and rythem it seemed bringing me close then backing off then faster, then backing off only slightly. Not teasing, just building...it was really pretty nice.
We I came I clenched up a bit worrying I might squirt. (I do, rarely, but still...borrowed sheets)
He laughed and pointed out that a stackable washer dryer is on premises for such accidents. Spare sheets too. As I was re-dressing myself he stripped the bed and expertly made it up with fresh sheets. Weird watching a naked man do that. He seemed unabashed in his nudity. Kinda hot in a way.
"So we don't get caught?'
"Nope, so its ready for next time!" He grinned.
He started the washer (has detergent and everything there!)
Said he'd stop by later and throw them in the dryer.
Tidy man, that.
First of all I hadn't noticed but there is a privacy latch thing like hotels have on the front door. So with that thrown it would give us ample time to straighten up. Plus Gabe is quite sure no one previews these. He just has to check availability and said the girl at the management company admitted they haven't had much call for them lately. He cleverly asked if they were getting a little dusty and found out the cleaning services gives them a touch-up when called out only or on Saturdays for the weekly service.
So.....
With confidence (sort of...) we left a trail of clothes up the stairs to the bed. I then chickened out and went back down buck naked and collected my clothes down to my shoes and arranged them on the chair in the corner upstairs.
Feeling my exit was planned we peeled back the bedspread to find really nice soft sheets, 4 fluffy pillows and a much more luxurious place to find myself on my back. He had gotten there early to turn up the air conditioning and it certainly worked if my erect nipples were any guide...
He found those quickly nuzzling, licking, and with a little encouragement, biting...harder...mmmm that was nice and writhing on a mattress is much better...
It was pretty basic fare, secully, missionary position. I was ready quickly but he spent some time 'down there' making sure. I moaned (with sincerity) appreciatively.
He isn't noticebly muscular, but apprently in shape as he had no problem holding himself in various positions as he sought to get that angle just right..and right it ws. He hd a good sense of timing and rythem it seemed bringing me close then backing off then faster, then backing off only slightly. Not teasing, just building...it was really pretty nice.
We I came I clenched up a bit worrying I might squirt. (I do, rarely, but still...borrowed sheets)
He laughed and pointed out that a stackable washer dryer is on premises for such accidents. Spare sheets too. As I was re-dressing myself he stripped the bed and expertly made it up with fresh sheets. Weird watching a naked man do that. He seemed unabashed in his nudity. Kinda hot in a way.
"So we don't get caught?'
"Nope, so its ready for next time!" He grinned.
He started the washer (has detergent and everything there!)
Said he'd stop by later and throw them in the dryer.
Tidy man, that.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Real-Time Blogging....
I'm sitting on "our" couch in "our" living room. I slipped out early leaving Derek to cover for me. He was eager to do so and didn't ask any questions. Gabe is smiling at me as I type, he hasn't asked me who I am emailing. He is sitting on the coffee table, probably trying to peek up my dress...(j/k).
Last time I met Gabe at Starbucks someone mentioned appreciating the real time update so I thought I would do that here. So here I am. Gabe gave me "the grand tour". Apparently the same company has four units in this building. One is taken. Gabe picked this one because it is the least accessible. He explained that since the corporation pays, no one really "shops" for these as long as they are nice so its unlikely that anyone will come a'knocking. Still the possibility that someone might adds a little edge.
We went up to the loft already and bounced on the bed, briefly. I asked him if the place comes with wi-fi. It doesn't but he said you can probably get service. (Obviously I can.)
I have my feet up now in his lap, careful not to puncture a testicle with a stiletto heel. He is working the ankle strap...has it off. One bare foot. Mmmm feeling around his lap, yep, definately horny! Two bare feet...
Hand reaching up my calve....I better go...
Last time I met Gabe at Starbucks someone mentioned appreciating the real time update so I thought I would do that here. So here I am. Gabe gave me "the grand tour". Apparently the same company has four units in this building. One is taken. Gabe picked this one because it is the least accessible. He explained that since the corporation pays, no one really "shops" for these as long as they are nice so its unlikely that anyone will come a'knocking. Still the possibility that someone might adds a little edge.
We went up to the loft already and bounced on the bed, briefly. I asked him if the place comes with wi-fi. It doesn't but he said you can probably get service. (Obviously I can.)
I have my feet up now in his lap, careful not to puncture a testicle with a stiletto heel. He is working the ankle strap...has it off. One bare foot. Mmmm feeling around his lap, yep, definately horny! Two bare feet...
Hand reaching up my calve....I better go...
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Gabe gets us an apartment.
Fully furnished, kitchen, bath, laundry unit, livingroom, loft bedroom with a view....$0 per week.
As long as we scramble into our clothes when we hear a key in the lock.
This is apparently what is know as a 'corporate rental'. It is leased with everything included right down to dishes and linens. He says it is real pricey by the week, but most corporations that need things like this lease them by the month or even six month and rotate their visiting executives in and out of them. Cheaper than putting them up in a hotel, and home-ier too.
The advantage for Gabe is these are run by a property-management company that lets him have a set of keys to show them, where he doesn't have to record each entry. Nice.
We were going to have a spur of the moment visit today, but he got a walk-in customer. He says that almost never happens but in this economy you take what you can get. So tommorow, maybe.
Mark has a couple of positions open (missionary and doggy, j/k!). One is an office manager one is for a girl-friday; filer, scheduler. We joked about me applying and having a little closed door sexual harassment of the interviewee. A little risky though so , well no.
As long as we scramble into our clothes when we hear a key in the lock.
This is apparently what is know as a 'corporate rental'. It is leased with everything included right down to dishes and linens. He says it is real pricey by the week, but most corporations that need things like this lease them by the month or even six month and rotate their visiting executives in and out of them. Cheaper than putting them up in a hotel, and home-ier too.
The advantage for Gabe is these are run by a property-management company that lets him have a set of keys to show them, where he doesn't have to record each entry. Nice.
We were going to have a spur of the moment visit today, but he got a walk-in customer. He says that almost never happens but in this economy you take what you can get. So tommorow, maybe.
Mark has a couple of positions open (missionary and doggy, j/k!). One is an office manager one is for a girl-friday; filer, scheduler. We joked about me applying and having a little closed door sexual harassment of the interviewee. A little risky though so , well no.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Feeling a little more confident.
Had a security breach and had to once again start over. I should probably jettison the old posts, but I thought I would try something not in any way obviously named like the old blog and see how that goes.
I was blogging blithely along with only an occasional look over my shoulder, then saw something gaining on me and then evolved into paranoia. All OK now (I think.)
So, I have been hesitant to get onto Ashley-Madison since I have been in damage control. I have corresponded with both (now Mark) and (now Gabe). I have renamed a few posts, Changed one name so far as well as my own (again). I already was leaving out some details of intimate times between hubby and I to make it easier to laugh this off as either "not mine" or a work of "fiction". Reads that way anyway I think.
Mark (was named for his early arrival then his similar first name) has been offering up tantalizingly kinky suggestions for both locations and activities for our next meeting. Probably soon.
Gabe (never had a name, but referenced his ability to have a crash pad) is more likely next up on the rotation as he can easily accommodate a lunchtime date. We have talked about something furnished this time. With or without green, wall-to-wall shag carpeting!
Brian seemed an innocuous enough name and hasn't really figured into plans as of late. I do talk to him by IM sometimes. He is compliant and eager but not pushy. That's a good thing.
I was blogging blithely along with only an occasional look over my shoulder, then saw something gaining on me and then evolved into paranoia. All OK now (I think.)
So, I have been hesitant to get onto Ashley-Madison since I have been in damage control. I have corresponded with both (now Mark) and (now Gabe). I have renamed a few posts, Changed one name so far as well as my own (again). I already was leaving out some details of intimate times between hubby and I to make it easier to laugh this off as either "not mine" or a work of "fiction". Reads that way anyway I think.
Mark (was named for his early arrival then his similar first name) has been offering up tantalizingly kinky suggestions for both locations and activities for our next meeting. Probably soon.
Gabe (never had a name, but referenced his ability to have a crash pad) is more likely next up on the rotation as he can easily accommodate a lunchtime date. We have talked about something furnished this time. With or without green, wall-to-wall shag carpeting!
Brian seemed an innocuous enough name and hasn't really figured into plans as of late. I do talk to him by IM sometimes. He is compliant and eager but not pushy. That's a good thing.
Monday, September 13, 2010
new post for a new blog...
Well I'm not up to responding to offers of debauchery but I thought I would take the time to set up the new blog. Cuckoldry seemed hardly the point, nor was revenge at him pushing me that way.
I never thought if myself as potentially "that kinda girl" after marriage and for a long time I definitely wasn't. Call it a mid-life crisis, but I have nibbled the grass on the other side of the fence and found if not greener, it is possibly a little sweeter. If nothing else when I sneak back under the fence to my own pasture, I appreciate it more too. or so I rationalize.
This should be my last move. Thanks to all my followers and referrers that bounced around with me.
I was pretty annoyed though to have to take this step. Not that anyone is keeping score but the first blog was on the first page of google hits for the search term cuckold blog as well as a few others like unhappy cuckold, and paradoxically happy cuckold. I guess none of that matters much.
I never thought if myself as potentially "that kinda girl" after marriage and for a long time I definitely wasn't. Call it a mid-life crisis, but I have nibbled the grass on the other side of the fence and found if not greener, it is possibly a little sweeter. If nothing else when I sneak back under the fence to my own pasture, I appreciate it more too. or so I rationalize.
This should be my last move. Thanks to all my followers and referrers that bounced around with me.
I was pretty annoyed though to have to take this step. Not that anyone is keeping score but the first blog was on the first page of google hits for the search term cuckold blog as well as a few others like unhappy cuckold, and paradoxically happy cuckold. I guess none of that matters much.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Gone
That itch I couldn't scratch? Gone. Hormonal.
I should have realized yesterday, I'd had some cramps off and on. Was aware I was getting to 'that time' somehow forgot about the correlation between my cycle and horny-ness. In this case though there was the perfect storm of all that activity. Or did it work the other way around?
Nature is weird. Guys are ready all the time. I get feeling the most frisky just before (and during) ovulation and then like clockwork 14 days later just before I start. Like its the last gasp to keep an egg from going to waste. Apparently no one told my fallopian tubes that they have been tied off.
I didn't notice till I was checking for spelphingk errors and such and realized I was re-writing the words but wasn't feeling them the same way. Probably just as well I could use a break.
I should have realized yesterday, I'd had some cramps off and on. Was aware I was getting to 'that time' somehow forgot about the correlation between my cycle and horny-ness. In this case though there was the perfect storm of all that activity. Or did it work the other way around?
Nature is weird. Guys are ready all the time. I get feeling the most frisky just before (and during) ovulation and then like clockwork 14 days later just before I start. Like its the last gasp to keep an egg from going to waste. Apparently no one told my fallopian tubes that they have been tied off.
I didn't notice till I was checking for spelphingk errors and such and realized I was re-writing the words but wasn't feeling them the same way. Probably just as well I could use a break.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I'm getting carpal tunell syndrome.
Not from typing from fingering myself. In bed, in the shower, in my car on the way to get groceries....
I read where women suffering from hysteria in the 19??'s went to the doctor who either had an anti-hysteria electrical vibrator of used digital manipulation (as in with his phalanges, not pixels.) to treat them.
I am feeling more insatiable rather than less from all the activity as of late. Even some of the best sex hubby and I have had in a while just makes me crave more. Seriously.
I had this whole fantasy in my head of calling up my love nest agent and having another chapter to tease hubby with. I almost made up a chapter for him in advance figuring I could act it out later...why would that seem wrong? The WHOLE THING is wrong!...
I am not actually suffering..I mean I find I am getting off easily, but still I feel kind of depraved and not in a sexy way. Well a litttle nymphomaniacally sexy, but just a smidge.
I know that weekends are usually for actual work for him..considered Marcus but he has family obligations on weekends...Brian would be available but if his girlfriend is working on the weekend to support his lazy ass, I'm gonna feel guilty....
Arrghhh...
So I went to the old tried and true and read through the inbox at Ashley-Madison. Mostly lame, but a couple of possibles....felt REALLY slutty saving a couple for thinking about later. 10 minutes was later. Answered one. Didn't hear back...
Gonna go jump the husband.
I read where women suffering from hysteria in the 19??'s went to the doctor who either had an anti-hysteria electrical vibrator of used digital manipulation (as in with his phalanges, not pixels.) to treat them.
I am feeling more insatiable rather than less from all the activity as of late. Even some of the best sex hubby and I have had in a while just makes me crave more. Seriously.
I had this whole fantasy in my head of calling up my love nest agent and having another chapter to tease hubby with. I almost made up a chapter for him in advance figuring I could act it out later...why would that seem wrong? The WHOLE THING is wrong!...
I am not actually suffering..I mean I find I am getting off easily, but still I feel kind of depraved and not in a sexy way. Well a litttle nymphomaniacally sexy, but just a smidge.
I know that weekends are usually for actual work for him..considered Marcus but he has family obligations on weekends...Brian would be available but if his girlfriend is working on the weekend to support his lazy ass, I'm gonna feel guilty....
Arrghhh...
So I went to the old tried and true and read through the inbox at Ashley-Madison. Mostly lame, but a couple of possibles....felt REALLY slutty saving a couple for thinking about later. 10 minutes was later. Answered one. Didn't hear back...
Gonna go jump the husband.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Honey, what do you think of the Real Estate market these days?
We had actually talked about trying to time the bottom and pick up a rental duplex or something. A couple of his clients are already buying some seriously distressed properties....
He said, it's all in the timing. He went on to explain why it probably might be the bottom but the upswing isn't going to happen til rents start going up....
"Oh, I pouted...I got my timing wrong..."
"How's that?" he grinned recognizing my theatrical pout.
"Welllll" I began...".I was out for a stroll the other day downtown, and saw an open house so of course I went in. It's an older building"...I closed my eyes and gave him all the details I could remember but keeping it sort of generic.
"The salesman looked a little over anxious so I asked him if he could work with me on the price. He mentioned that the bank owns it and we could really screw them over on it..I told him that sounded really good."
I went on to explain that I thought the salesman was staring at my unbuttoned top three buttons ("or was it 4?" I said, unbuttoning another) but it turned out he was just short!
Playing along, he said..."and then what happened?"
I hadn't thought to ask and have no idea so I made up a figure of $30,000.
"You always say that the money is made buying them right.."
Playing along hubbie says, well that sounds pretty cheap, but what was the great deal?
"Well, we got to talking about what sort of commission he earns on something like that....he was sitting on the counter...here let me show you..."
Alan hops up..
"I wasn't sure but I think he was implying that if I was a little friendly, you know?"
Big grin..."So whacha do?"
"Easier if I show you..." I knew without checking he'd be ready so I simply unzipped and sucked him off in I am not kidding about one minute. Should have set the kitchen timer."
"He must've been impressed with your negotiating skill."
"Oh he definitely was! He said he'd cut his commission in half."
"What did you tell him?"
"Oh, I flopped down on my back on the 1970's green shag carpet and told him I wanted to earn the other half."
Must be something about the carpeting because damned if hubby wasn't getting another stiffy....
Later he said "Great story!"
I said, "Especially the part about the green shag right?"
He said, it's all in the timing. He went on to explain why it probably might be the bottom but the upswing isn't going to happen til rents start going up....
"Oh, I pouted...I got my timing wrong..."
"How's that?" he grinned recognizing my theatrical pout.
"Welllll" I began...".I was out for a stroll the other day downtown, and saw an open house so of course I went in. It's an older building"...I closed my eyes and gave him all the details I could remember but keeping it sort of generic.
"The salesman looked a little over anxious so I asked him if he could work with me on the price. He mentioned that the bank owns it and we could really screw them over on it..I told him that sounded really good."
I went on to explain that I thought the salesman was staring at my unbuttoned top three buttons ("or was it 4?" I said, unbuttoning another) but it turned out he was just short!
Playing along, he said..."and then what happened?"
I hadn't thought to ask and have no idea so I made up a figure of $30,000.
"You always say that the money is made buying them right.."
Playing along hubbie says, well that sounds pretty cheap, but what was the great deal?
"Well, we got to talking about what sort of commission he earns on something like that....he was sitting on the counter...here let me show you..."
Alan hops up..
"I wasn't sure but I think he was implying that if I was a little friendly, you know?"
Big grin..."So whacha do?"
"Easier if I show you..." I knew without checking he'd be ready so I simply unzipped and sucked him off in I am not kidding about one minute. Should have set the kitchen timer."
"He must've been impressed with your negotiating skill."
"Oh he definitely was! He said he'd cut his commission in half."
"What did you tell him?"
"Oh, I flopped down on my back on the 1970's green shag carpet and told him I wanted to earn the other half."
Must be something about the carpeting because damned if hubby wasn't getting another stiffy....
Later he said "Great story!"
I said, "Especially the part about the green shag right?"
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Sexy Details....
...and the not so sexy.
I thought about dragging this out and teasing you all, but I also like re-living it as I write about it...I have gotten nothing done at work today between anticipation, leaving early and coming back late. Derek as an aside covered for my late return. No one that could directly bust me stops my my desk, but my manager apparently did. Derek just said "I assumed you were probably down at the copy center and told him I'd give you the folder." Fast thinker and he knows I wasn't since I usually send him. So I own him, and more importantly my employer so I resolve to get right back to work and make up for it tomorrow right after I divulge every awkward but promising detail.
"You want to drive or walk?" He asked
"You going to lead the way with your erection?" I teased.
"This way to the car." he said, pivoting smartly while holding his hips, pointing with an imaginary erection. (Well he might have had one, but the out of date but good-quality pleats in his pants hid it.)
"Nice car." I said as we approached what I think of as a 'Baby Benz.' He seemed a little embarrased...
"Its a lease, and a lease return at that, its 3 years old but these will run forever..." warming to his subject. He explained that it's important to 'look sucessfull' in his line of work.
"Are you?'
"Nobody is at the momnet. The silver lining is a lot of interesting vacant places,,,," I asked him a bit without prying what his interest in the place was. "None at all, but if anyone asks, you came in a day early and are seriously considering it." Apparently he told the agent with the place that he was going to scout it today for clients in town tomorrow. "I'll call him tomorrow and tell him you flaked."
"You do this a lot?"
"In my mind with every single attractive client I have ever had, and at least 53% of the unattractive ones. In real life I had a friend a few years back and we would meet lots of places and occasionally it happened to be a vacant property. That's kinda what gave me the idea."
We had very little time as it took longer to find a parking spot than to drive there, and I'm not sure the parking spot was any closer than the Starbucks. We went into the building saw no one, and rode the elevator to the top. It creaked a bit, but had a note saying that the inspection certificate was on file and who would lie about a thing like that?
The clunky little safe thingy on the door explained how we were getting in. He pulled out a little calculator looking thing and pointed it and we had a key. He pocketed it, locked the door behind us and announced the grand tour. He was being melodramitc in his reading but he actually did seem to know the place and features and if I was independantly wealthy and didn;t have a husband that is a whiz at auditing financial, I'd take it for my very own love nest. Across the way between two buildings you could see (insert a recognizeable archetictual feature of our fair city here). Kinda.
Old crank-out windows...surprising breeze when we opened another on the other wall. Weirdly private feeling with a wall of windows to look at and presumably in. Interesting possibilities...I pictured him pressing me up against the glass....nope bad idea, vertigo thinking about those old panes rattling loose...
So where to start? I thought. And apparently, he.
This was truly annonymous gratuitous adulturous sex...or would be if we could get started...
I moved in a little, he did, we did the whole which way does your head go thing. (Is that a lefty-righty thing? I should put in more study) Our lips met..and fireworks! Well er no. Still awkard, But warming. Soft kiss, parts his lips a little, a little uncertain it seemed. I decided I better fuck his mouth with my tongue and get it over with...That went better.
Like riding a bike. Assuming you are on the handlebars facing your junior high school boyfriend and kissing at the same time. Not fair really, he was not bad actually, but I couldn't help think of that because I grew early and the boys did not and I was always awkwardly tall. I kicked off my heels. Better.
We had backed into the kitchen counter. Avocado green appliances he had described as vintage.
"Hop up here.." I patted the counter-top.
"The height?" he grinned reading my mind.
"Well yes, but not what you think..." (I lied I was thinking exactly that)
I stripped him of his belt and pants, at least to his shoes. "Oops forgot the shoes.." He kicked them off with alacrity. Down went his trousers. I lingered a hand on his now very evident erection through the blue (silk?) boxers before they ended up on the floor too. Now I had a man in a dress shirt and tie and black socks. Reminded me of somw CFNM porn I saw the other day..I should find a shot and insert that here. Thats a weird genre. Men look silly naked and he was no exception.
This is a cuck blog so I should mention his cock was twice the size of hubbies. In fact though I estimate he is about a finger width or two shy as viewed with a hand firmly wrapped around the shaft and one's lips poised over the head. I felt it firm and pulse and twitch in my warm mouth, but when I pulled off to examine my work and his reaction (transfixed) he was just about 6 inches I would say.
I selected a 'regular' sized condom from my purse not letting him see I had a couple of just in case magnums in there...~grin~
"There, now that we are properly acquainted...." I leaned my elbows down to the counter beside him and wiggled my ass provacatively....
He hopped down and I spreeeadddd my legs a little more trying to get my ass down to the reach of his cock...somehow we coupled and I took the rhythm this time pushing back off the counter and doen to ease him into me...I was stroking his cock with my lips, continuing in my mind (and I felt his) what I had started with my other lips...
Eventually either from some signal I hadn't realized I had given or just synergy he had my hips grasped hard and was returning the fuck,,,,sliding into and out of me in measured thrusts. Eventually I am holding on for dear life to the counter as he drives into me. Probably didn't last that long but it hit all the right places,..
I smiled what felt a satisfied smile, and said somethign about, "We didn't even try out the shag carpeting..."
"When do you have to be back?" He said with a glint.
"Can you?" I inquired....watching some twitching of life...
"Today I believe I can..."
We giggled into what must be the master bedroom with a baroque chandelier (said in SNL skit voice) over the dressing area, and a plain glass overhead light like I had in my room as a girl to look at as scrunched around on my back trying to get comfortable...
"Furniture next time..." he said.
"Oh? Do I LOOK like the kind of girl you can just fuck and then call or send flowers too?"
"No you look like the kind of girl you can fuck twice and would definitely call again."
Oddly this didn't seem presumptive or dangerous to plan another session mid session. It was just fun it felt like.
He had indeed rose to the occasion...I had my knees up a bit, he grabbed my ankles and threw 'em over his shoulders...had my ass off the ground at one point and was driving hard into me like he was BP and looking for a gusher. (OK bad prose but I wanted it to be timely and yet topical.)
He did have an intensity about it that got to me and I found myself having a small quivering orgasm followed on its heels by a bigger one that had my legs shaking. It might have been the position but I think he did something I want to try again.
I thought about dragging this out and teasing you all, but I also like re-living it as I write about it...I have gotten nothing done at work today between anticipation, leaving early and coming back late. Derek as an aside covered for my late return. No one that could directly bust me stops my my desk, but my manager apparently did. Derek just said "I assumed you were probably down at the copy center and told him I'd give you the folder." Fast thinker and he knows I wasn't since I usually send him. So I own him, and more importantly my employer so I resolve to get right back to work and make up for it tomorrow right after I divulge every awkward but promising detail.
"You want to drive or walk?" He asked
"You going to lead the way with your erection?" I teased.
"This way to the car." he said, pivoting smartly while holding his hips, pointing with an imaginary erection. (Well he might have had one, but the out of date but good-quality pleats in his pants hid it.)
"Nice car." I said as we approached what I think of as a 'Baby Benz.' He seemed a little embarrased...
"Its a lease, and a lease return at that, its 3 years old but these will run forever..." warming to his subject. He explained that it's important to 'look sucessfull' in his line of work.
"Are you?'
"Nobody is at the momnet. The silver lining is a lot of interesting vacant places,,,," I asked him a bit without prying what his interest in the place was. "None at all, but if anyone asks, you came in a day early and are seriously considering it." Apparently he told the agent with the place that he was going to scout it today for clients in town tomorrow. "I'll call him tomorrow and tell him you flaked."
"You do this a lot?"
"In my mind with every single attractive client I have ever had, and at least 53% of the unattractive ones. In real life I had a friend a few years back and we would meet lots of places and occasionally it happened to be a vacant property. That's kinda what gave me the idea."
We had very little time as it took longer to find a parking spot than to drive there, and I'm not sure the parking spot was any closer than the Starbucks. We went into the building saw no one, and rode the elevator to the top. It creaked a bit, but had a note saying that the inspection certificate was on file and who would lie about a thing like that?
The clunky little safe thingy on the door explained how we were getting in. He pulled out a little calculator looking thing and pointed it and we had a key. He pocketed it, locked the door behind us and announced the grand tour. He was being melodramitc in his reading but he actually did seem to know the place and features and if I was independantly wealthy and didn;t have a husband that is a whiz at auditing financial, I'd take it for my very own love nest. Across the way between two buildings you could see (insert a recognizeable archetictual feature of our fair city here). Kinda.
Old crank-out windows...surprising breeze when we opened another on the other wall. Weirdly private feeling with a wall of windows to look at and presumably in. Interesting possibilities...I pictured him pressing me up against the glass....nope bad idea, vertigo thinking about those old panes rattling loose...
So where to start? I thought. And apparently, he.
This was truly annonymous gratuitous adulturous sex...or would be if we could get started...
I moved in a little, he did, we did the whole which way does your head go thing. (Is that a lefty-righty thing? I should put in more study) Our lips met..and fireworks! Well er no. Still awkard, But warming. Soft kiss, parts his lips a little, a little uncertain it seemed. I decided I better fuck his mouth with my tongue and get it over with...That went better.
Like riding a bike. Assuming you are on the handlebars facing your junior high school boyfriend and kissing at the same time. Not fair really, he was not bad actually, but I couldn't help think of that because I grew early and the boys did not and I was always awkwardly tall. I kicked off my heels. Better.
We had backed into the kitchen counter. Avocado green appliances he had described as vintage.
"Hop up here.." I patted the counter-top.
"The height?" he grinned reading my mind.
"Well yes, but not what you think..." (I lied I was thinking exactly that)
I stripped him of his belt and pants, at least to his shoes. "Oops forgot the shoes.." He kicked them off with alacrity. Down went his trousers. I lingered a hand on his now very evident erection through the blue (silk?) boxers before they ended up on the floor too. Now I had a man in a dress shirt and tie and black socks. Reminded me of somw CFNM porn I saw the other day..I should find a shot and insert that here. Thats a weird genre. Men look silly naked and he was no exception.
This is a cuck blog so I should mention his cock was twice the size of hubbies. In fact though I estimate he is about a finger width or two shy as viewed with a hand firmly wrapped around the shaft and one's lips poised over the head. I felt it firm and pulse and twitch in my warm mouth, but when I pulled off to examine my work and his reaction (transfixed) he was just about 6 inches I would say.
I selected a 'regular' sized condom from my purse not letting him see I had a couple of just in case magnums in there...~grin~
"There, now that we are properly acquainted...." I leaned my elbows down to the counter beside him and wiggled my ass provacatively....
He hopped down and I spreeeadddd my legs a little more trying to get my ass down to the reach of his cock...somehow we coupled and I took the rhythm this time pushing back off the counter and doen to ease him into me...I was stroking his cock with my lips, continuing in my mind (and I felt his) what I had started with my other lips...
Eventually either from some signal I hadn't realized I had given or just synergy he had my hips grasped hard and was returning the fuck,,,,sliding into and out of me in measured thrusts. Eventually I am holding on for dear life to the counter as he drives into me. Probably didn't last that long but it hit all the right places,..
I smiled what felt a satisfied smile, and said somethign about, "We didn't even try out the shag carpeting..."
"When do you have to be back?" He said with a glint.
"Can you?" I inquired....watching some twitching of life...
"Today I believe I can..."
We giggled into what must be the master bedroom with a baroque chandelier (said in SNL skit voice) over the dressing area, and a plain glass overhead light like I had in my room as a girl to look at as scrunched around on my back trying to get comfortable...
"Furniture next time..." he said.
"Oh? Do I LOOK like the kind of girl you can just fuck and then call or send flowers too?"
"No you look like the kind of girl you can fuck twice and would definitely call again."
Oddly this didn't seem presumptive or dangerous to plan another session mid session. It was just fun it felt like.
He had indeed rose to the occasion...I had my knees up a bit, he grabbed my ankles and threw 'em over his shoulders...had my ass off the ground at one point and was driving hard into me like he was BP and looking for a gusher. (OK bad prose but I wanted it to be timely and yet topical.)
He did have an intensity about it that got to me and I found myself having a small quivering orgasm followed on its heels by a bigger one that had my legs shaking. It might have been the position but I think he did something I want to try again.
Quickie
I mean with you, not him.
He is sitting across me me I have a big grin on my face...I told him I had to check email really quick...
I was early (snuck out). He was earlier.He either recognized my cleavage, or he smiles at every woman's boobs as a matter of course. Being short that does put them at his eye level. Not really but can't resist a short joke.
We are leaving to go to the "love nest". He has already warned me of potential carpet burns "If we get that far." Nice he doesn't assume. "No furniture at all. Vintage green shag."
Anyway he made me laugh. We were talking about how this is as awkward as we each imagined. I suggested I play a little footsie under the table as an ice-breaker. "Not unless you are willing to shield my erection on the way out the door.."
OK for that he is definitely going to be getting some.
He is sitting across me me I have a big grin on my face...I told him I had to check email really quick...
I was early (snuck out). He was earlier.He either recognized my cleavage, or he smiles at every woman's boobs as a matter of course. Being short that does put them at his eye level. Not really but can't resist a short joke.
We are leaving to go to the "love nest". He has already warned me of potential carpet burns "If we get that far." Nice he doesn't assume. "No furniture at all. Vintage green shag."
Anyway he made me laugh. We were talking about how this is as awkward as we each imagined. I suggested I play a little footsie under the table as an ice-breaker. "Not unless you are willing to shield my erection on the way out the door.."
OK for that he is definitely going to be getting some.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Stalking my next assignation.
I decided I like the word assignation. And not just because it has a little ass in it.
Got a note from (insert clever name for short dude with burglary skills). He gave me an address, 11:00am sharp and Penthouse! and a little smiley face :).
He said "There's no doorman, and the lobby is open daylight hours. Elevator should work" Should work? "To be honest.." (apparently anticipating my discomfiture) "...it's a bit of a dump, but clean. Just old." He went on to give me several options: meet him on the top floor, lobby, or someplace neutral?
All of the sudden this seemed a little risky. I have no idea who this guy is...which is half the point of A-M. If I knew him like Marcus, I'd say blindfold me in the lobby...but I opted for neutral. Starbucks. There's one on every corner. sometimes two. Oops! Did I just give away my location or is that true in your city/state/country/world? You notice there are a few less lately though and moving inside of grocery stores and like that?
And what the hell was that about Marcus intruding into my thoughts about this?? Didn't notice till I typed it. This was supposed to exorcise Marcus off the top of my libido. Hmm we will see.
I naturally decided I should grab my lunch today to go and stalk this building...It is in fact kind of a dump but in a charming sort of way. 7-8 stories maybe? Sandwiched among taller buildings it probably used to have a view. No sign of any sort. Toyed with the idea of going in but decided against it. Part because I'd feel dumb if someone asked me anything, mostly though I want to be surprised. (In a good way I hope.)
I tried out the Starbucks..(where I am typing this.) Kinda fern-bar ish, actually kind of a good place for a getting to know you before fucking you sort of meeting. Public with the illusion of privacy...looks like it used to be a restaurant with booths and probably foxes and hounds on the wall. You can almost smell the seared steaks through the bright white fresh paint everywhere.
I get so many questions about this one and that one by email..(each seems to have a horse they are pulling for, maybe because he -whoever that is for them- reminds them of themselves?) Anyway I feel like my life is now officially a multi-character soap opera and I owe updates for all. I should have everyone get a twitter account and they can all tweet..Marge teased/fucked/sucked/ignored/hugged me today.
But thats all that I have in the fire at the moment.
Did a little post-kareoke analysis with Diana (new name for an old character when I realized I used her real one) Nothing too personal or revealing was discussed. Someone suggested jumping her bones, that hadn't really occurred to me, now I find myself wondering, Does she?
I withheld my stocking-clad foot from climbing up Derek's pant leg in a meeting the other day. have been most professional that way. My thoughts, less proffessional. I think I like the idea of his interest much more than, well you know. Safer to think that way, too.
Brian has left IM's when I am offline and I have responded...nothing there, just him being open to whatever..I probed that with some interesting for instances and met zero resistance. Would I be more interested if he did object? Dunno. I did mention at some point a long time ago that I thought infidelity in someone's bed was an interesting kink. He reported cleaning up their apartment. I hope his girlfriend appreciates me training him.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
An affair vs. a hook-up.
I deliberately chose an older sounding term and a more youthful one. The first I think of in semi-romantic terms. The classic love triangle. An 'Affair of the Heart' is more or less what I think the full term would be, but probably in French. Affaire de coeur Oi? I think of an affair as something that no matter how benignly it started takes on a life of its own and involves emotions and alienation of somebody's affection. If he's French he would definitely be a paramour.
A hook-up implies that whatever the motivation it was intended to be and resulted in a fling. It might involve being swept off one's feet in a romantic gesture, but it is about sex. A casual fuck.
I ardently intended (and have so far accomplished) the latter while avoiding the former. Honestly the most emotionally involved I feel I am is with my un-named editor (cough, cough, ...jim who will likely edit this out) . I think that is because we have danced around the sexual attraction but made a friendship first.
The point I am making is that I am uninvolved because Brian is too young (and possibly unemployed) to be taken a serious threat to my marriage and Mark is too much of a man-slut. Mark the easy-going approach and low pressure sucked me in. His schedule, mine, and my reluctance to hit him up for another date after our extravagant first date kept the distance safe. I'd have to look at the dates but quite a while passed before round two.
I got the definite impression that after round two, I made a (slutty?) enough impression to peel back a couple of jaded layers. For whatever reason he is pursuing me a bit more aggressively than his laid back approach to getting laid. It was very hot for me too. Not an emotionally connective kind of feeling, but raw, animal lust satisfied. I'd definitely like to fuck him again. Hard.
What concerns me is that I think that having a regular arrangement, the so called FWB seems pretty dangerous to my marriage. I'd ironically feel a bit better if I had some inkling that he is preoccupied elsewhere. The thing is he isn't the kiss-and-tell type, so I can't really ask him "So, you fucked any good bimbos besides me lately?"
At least that's my rationalization for trolling Ashley-Madison today in the office on company time (from jim's laptop..I'll get it back to you. really. maybe.). I look suspicious I am sure surfing away, but my backs to a wall and as long as I don;t visibly drool I should be good.
Guys are pretty attention starved so just logging on then off will probably yield me 25 or more messages since that puts me higher up on the 'active since' list. If I respond to any they usually reply within hours most have it set up for email notification I figure. On the rare occasion that I initiate the first message, even so much as a wink, and they are all over it. Still it takes a little while usually.
I was reading through some profiles which I had';t done since I lowered my height requirement. Not lowering my standards you understand, just wondering if short guys are kinkier. Anyway I decided to filter by who was online then. Figured they would either be a) unemployed, b) night-shift workers, c)very mobile or very flexible with their time, or d) so horny that they, like me, were risking jobs imagining a hot affair. Er Hook-up.
My next paramour was c) & d). What caught my eye was the check-a-box about "having a love nest." That sounded interesting. Hmm keeps an apartment just for fucking? Or what?
I opened a chat window and asked him more or less that. He hemmed and hawed and dodged the question. Basically he intimated that it was a little risky and he didn't want to go into it with less than a sure thing. He was more polite about it, suggesting coffee, get to know you, etc. Implying that he wasn't assuming I was going to flop onto a mattress just on his say so. Had a sense of humor which as the French would say is tre sexy.
I wasn't SPECIFICALLY looking for a short man but at an inch below me he does qualify as shortish if not really midget territory. Hmm a little person...now that would be hot, maybe adjust the height bar again.....
As we chatted Mark emailed. I had suggested it would be better/safer if he did that and told him I check that much at least from my phone. Didn't mention the bootleg laptop with the out of the building wireless cell company connection. That was interesting timing. I wondered for a bit if he had noticed me on A-M then realized I was on a different profile than the one I met Mark on...Paranoia about being caught cheating on my FWB was pretty hilarious.
So anyway, pic keys were exchanged, he wasn't hideous and apparently was not put off by my faceless pic. Funny how most guys are willing to accept you at cleavage value if face value isn't an option. It helps that I am a woman with a pulse.
I decided to be the aggressor. I mean why be coy. I am on a site for cheating wives, its not like he thinks I am a virgin, right? I asked him if his love nest had plans for Thursday between 11:00am and 12:00 and was it located convenient to..(I gave him the cross-streets, and no you may not have them. not even the town.)
He said let me see what I have.
???? he really has that many women scheduled???? Wow. Apparently the short guy has some skills.
I said something like that to him he lol'd me (I normally hate that btw.) Explained he was picking out a love nest.
HUH??? HE had several? Maybe he just meant he was willing to spring for a room?
Like pulling teeth but kinda intriguing.
Finally he said he figured he should just explain. (please do.) He decided from my typing that I seemed trustworthy or at least had secretarial skills. I lol'd back, but I actually did laugh, Out loud. At my desk. At work. We don;t have occasion to do that often, so I got raised eyebrows all around.
Since I didn't give city, name, or actual occupation I don't think I am going to get him in any trouble here. He has access to properties whose owners are not there. He went on to explain that the vacant ones are pretty low-risk, we remove the key from (under the mat? Plant? Light fixture? Doorframe)?, let ourselves in, 'accidentally' lock the door behind us so if some other potential person and their keeper shows up there is some warning.
Option two is riskier but more luxurious. Some are furnished, owners hopefully away, may have a sitter, may not. Ordinarily, Monte, I'd take the riskier curtain two, but as he pointed out we will be in nervous getting to know you mode and this might be a bit much for example for anyone with a heart condition or pregnant. Neither of us are pregnant. He didn't say how his heart is.
He will find something handy and shoot me an address. I will confirm I am on the way or cancel Thursday. Hmm seems like this has some possibilities at least on the logistics end. Plus there's that whole cop-light at the end of lovers lane feel to it. Awesome.
I closed that deal and moved on to the pending assignation with Marcus. We both agreed session two showed an increasingly warm trendline. I decided I could flat out ask him about his bimbo du-jour. (I don;t know French for week or month.) I added that I am not fishing for comparisons, just curious about his sex-life from a voyeur's standpoint.
"Oh?" he replyed.."That's interesting. Sorry to report I haven't a business trip scheduled, best I can offer is drinks with the top producers and a couple of Doctors at a 'Gentleman's' Club. You wanna watch me get a lap-dance?"
Actually that did sound kinda fun. But "DOCTORS???" that seems sketchy.
"Oh it totally is, which is why they will be buying their own drinks and their own well you know whatever..these guys are youngish and golf buddies of one of my salesmen. I am not positive he keeps that professional, but I am positive he knows I see a strip club receipt in his expense report, he is so fired. I on the other hand am the boss, and I pay cash for such so I am above such requirements."
Anyway, I didn't invite myself along for the debauchery, but that sounded interesting. Oddly reassuring.
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