Booty 'Call'

Writing up the past two posts has made me anxious to to more than re-live the past. I spent HOURS looking at profiles, responding to a few messages, sorting imagining....

It occurred to me that I have two perfectly fuckable, demonstrably discreet men on call. Marcus would be my first choice, but that has to be scheduled between he and I..I should get that started so that it will be available later, but It felt slutty setting up two dates on the same whim, so I called....sent a text actually...just "what's up?"

(The prearranged signal that his girlfriend -he thinks- can be told it wa a wrong number)...been a while he was actually courteous about sending a note the next day and a follow-up a week later without groveling...It was understood as a one-time thing and he respected that.

He texted back...."uh, who is this?"

I said, "Alan's Wife, I am planning his surprise party.." I thought cleverly obtuse..

Too much so..."Alan who?"

Frustrated...I finally said..."Call me."

"Uh, hello....???"

"Can you talk?"

"Yeah, sure...who is this?"

"This is your date for tommorow. Know any good parking lots?"

"OMG !! MARGE!!! (although he knows me as something else...I know him as Brian..you know him as Subway boy)

"You mentioned you were eager to recipricate.."

Practically stammering..."yeah, sure, absolutely, I'd love to do that..." He thought a moment then wanted to establish his place..."uh you change your mind about an ongoing thing?"

"No, Brian..." I explained, "You remeber me telling you about that drawer in my nightstand with the toys for when I feel an urge?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I put your number in the drawer and I felt an urge...so I plan to use you like a cheap sex-toy...do you mind?"

He laughed at that..."Use me, please!"

"Good boy!" I announced. "Remind me what you drive?"

"Uh, I sort of borrowed the car last time...."

"Let me guess, your girlfriend's?..I seem to remember you mentioning a truck?"

Dodging the first question he hurried, "Yeah I have a Bronco...then he paused and said, its just beater....." like he's blown it by not having a "cool" car. Kinda high school, kinda cute actually.

"Well you won't mind if I make a mess then..."

laughed again...like his laugh.

"You going to be able to handle 'just' getting to eat me for lunch?"

"Sure, I owe you right?..course if you want more......"

"Don't get your hopes up, Brian.."

"Yes, Ma'am!" laughs again..I chose to find that cute but I just told an online friend to knock off the ma'am it reminded me of my friend an I laughed too.

So tomorrow. I shall relive my glory days of my slutty misspent youth sprawled across the seat of a pick-up truck.

Stealthy Phone.

My new best friend (for today anyway) is Amanda my local authorized Verizon agent. I stopped in on the way home and asked about having two separate phones with just one actual phone to carry around.

I was embarrassed and blushed and she paused a moment and then got where I was going I think. She grinned conspiratorially and showed me how to replace a card in my phone and I bought a spare one and we hooked up a line to the replacement card on a pre-paid basis....

I have some naughty plans for this. If it works like I think it will, I'll post up directins on how to get your very own one.

Oh, MY! Jim loved my choice of sexy for the day.

Yesterday. The 4" black stiletto heels were preselected. I opted for "none of the above" in external slut gear. He heartily approved of my choice of high-cut pink lacy panties with its matching bra. (I am all about matchy-matchy lately, hubby has even noticed and commented, and seemed to wonder about that.)

Wait, my perceptive reader....you ask, "If you weren't going to post the menu here and even if he stopped by unless he has X-ray specs, how could he possibly know what you were wearing?"

No I didn't email him the details. I just told him flat out when he asked. In person.

Really!

A handsome guy wandered up.(Well he reads this, if I call him fugly I'll hurt his feelings! j/k!). He was wearing a contractor badge and had that you look familiar look on his face. I thought maybe copy machine guy or maybe the contractors that were in a couple of months back on the cafeteria expansion. Dressed kind of like them, blue dress-style shirt but more durable? Tan khakis.

"Marge.." he opened with, "How have you been?" right there with my cubbie bunnies peeking a look which they dropped and back to work when I shot them 'the look'. I still didn't immediately think Jim when he strode up confidently. (Later he admitted he was dry-mouthed, heavily rehearsed and thinking this was a BAD IDEA).

Holding our his fairly soft hand he shook and said, "Jim....You probably don't remember me, I used to be in I.T. here and got hired away by a contractor when I tired of fixing your computer crashes?"

"Oh sure I remember you..." ad libbing "You here to see Bill? I remember you guys were always hanging out in your nerdy ways..."(pulled a name out of thin air, and nope, not a glimmer of recognition from the past...we don't think we ever crossed paths before)

"Yep, good old Bill, and Charley and you remember Cindy-Lou-Who right?" Later he admitted to making that up too..couple of improv artists are we.

His back to my little charges who were definitely eaves dropping and noticeably so, he slipped me a note:

What are you wearing?

...

Oh wow. I felt my modest cream blouse and sensible length skirt just fade from view. It was like that dream when you get to work and look down and realize you are dressed only in your underwear. The date night underwear. Like that.

So I said, "Oh you have to tease Cindy about something..let me give you a note to take to her.." My note said:

Pink panties and a matching bra..wanna see?

"Yeah right!" he said..."Cindy will get a chuckle out of that!"

"Oh wait I forgot..." I stalled. "Here." I added:

Meet me out front by the stairs that come down from the second level. 11:00am sharp.

He stalled deer in the headlights look, pretended to re-read the note, said "hmmm"
set his face a little, deciding and said. "Sure, I'll tell her."

I should have made an excuse to leave right then. I got nothing done for the next two hours and forty three minutes. I was sure that I had a crimson blush the whole times. I imagined I got speculative looks from some of my people, but no one said anything or asked anything..I made up a dozen back stories just waiting for the questions. I even checked my color in a shy metal paperclip holder and seemed normal but felt flush.

I slipped out early when no one seemed to be looking my way. I did the whole grab a bundle of papers and walk fast move as cover. I had to be careful laying them on the bathroom sink while I freshened my make-up. (OK that's a lie I din;t freshen it I slutted it up. Not full evening, or lady of the evening look, but lip liner for a little more pout, three more strokes of mascara then needed and a little smokey smudge at the eye corners...I thought "I got to remember to de-slut when I get back." I didn't but if anyone noticed they didn't say anything.

I realized I couldn't take the papers back so in violation of company policy I took them out of the building in my hand. I had my shoulder bag but it wasn't big enough to put them in without folding them up...silly little details seem to come to me...

Jim pulled up in his car and off we went...

...and then we came back.

I KNOW I am SOOOOO sorry..but he reads this and he's shy and interesting and faithful and well I scribbled something and won't to get it right and he demanded editorial control before posting...tomorrow I promise. But now you know why I was too busy on my lunch hour to post yesterday. I am I forgiven?

A Case in Favor of Online Infidelity.

I am up late, with a very satisfying contented exhaustion. I was back to old tricks that pre-date my blog. I "picked up" a man at a favorite online watering hole, and took him to bed.

Well not literally in my case, I was sitting in a chair in our den while hubby snored upstairs. His snoring was what had me up after a brief nap, and provided the rationalization and the cover to go downstairs and perve.

Mr. X did take me to bed with him. And his wife. She, though reputedly with bi-leanings, did not participate other than to provide the edgy "don't get caught" excitement of sleeping soundly beside him. Apparently with an Ambien in her she mumbles agreeably but never wakes according to her cheating spouse.

I am not sugar coating it. He was cheating, I was cheating, a good time was had by all.

I reflected a bit afterwords in the afterglow. It was just words, but it was intense and it was arousing and in the end sating. I thought of my irritation of my husband's attempt to push me unaware into the realm of the "Hotwife". He probably justified it (and more or less said so to Jim) that my online activities suggested I would be "up for it" if the right opportunity arose.

I was in fact not "up for it" as evidenced by the many years of marital fidelity that was here-to-fore unmarred with actual skin on skin adultery. For a reason, and it wasn't for lack of opportunity. I just didn't feel the need or the desire to cheat.

Occasional fantasy exploration fulfilled any wanderlust I might have had.

My friend Jim, who has never stepped out on his wife in the so-called real world has admitted to using his online guilty pleasures for much the same purpose..a pressure relief valve..(I'd like to yank his valve and blow off some...whooops, that's not what this post is about...)

Perhaps I should have invited my husband along on some of my online forays. I have no doubt he on occasion has had his guilty secrets. I believe he has never stepped out in the physical world....

I think the anonymous nature of the inter-webs has given many people the opportunity to hook-up, cheat, break up families and lives. BUt o the other hand for countless others it provides the basis of exploring the forbidden with little chance of any fall-out if one's spouse avoids the urge to cyber-snoop.

Online or off, it is all infidelity. Given the choice though, isn't online a little less fraught with emotional peril?

It's a date.

A week from now, I'm taking a half day off work and going to do just what hubby has been secretly fantasizing about. I'm going to let another man fuck me up down and sideways.

I wasn't sure how to go about admitting to Early Bird (Mark) that I had decided I had to do this with him, so finally I just came out with it in an email. He just asked where and when, said he'd arrange his schedule around it.

Since we had talked a bit about how he used to pick up married women in the hotel bar when he was on the road, I told him I wanted the full slut-wife treatment.

He is going to get a room downtown, I'll meet him in the bar in the afternoon. He says he can stay till about 8:30 then he has to get home. He actually suggested that I make a date for after that, since check-out isn't until 11:00 am. I teased him, "What, are you going to leave me wanting more?"

"Everyone always wants more!"

Hubby is going to a convention in Vegas. I am going too, but told him that since the first day is all meetings (so he can write it all off...accountants you know!) I might as well stay at work and save my vacation day and fly out Saturday morning. I can't wait to show up, hopefully a little sore and walking funny and tell him a "fantasy story" about how while he was gone I went to a downtown bar and got picked up by a salesman.....

He did not have sexual relations with that woman...

Not once..

Me being the woman, and Jim reprising the role of a frustratingly more moral Clinton.

We were chatting yesterday after he confessed to being very uncomfortable in his chair at work after using his smart phone to read my last entry.

"I can help you with that." I chirped referencing his discomfort about sitting in a snug fitting pair pf pants, yet embarrassed to stand up.

"I'm sure you could. And I'm sure you'd wear me out. And I'm sure I'd look guilty when I got home."

We discussed at length the reasoning behind his fidelity. All good reasons really.

He is happy with his wife sexually. Describes her as imaginative, fun, multiply and easily orgasmic. (Bitch!)

He is happy with her as companion, described their first year of marriage with a broken TV as the happiest, reading in companionable silence.

He admitted that he doesn't handle guilt well. Apparently one time he 'came close' as he puts it to consummating an emotional affair he told her. (Dumb ass) He told himself he isn't going to put her through that again. (so don't tell, DUMB ASS!) On balance he gets a pass here, maybe.

"What would you change?" I probed. (pun intended!)

He admitted that her housekeeping skills are sub par to say the least.

"It's not that I expected a maid, its just the willful defiance in her eyes when she watches me notice the chaos. The way she shows disrespect for my own efforts at housekeeping by undoing the work I put in. I can come home, do some dishes so I can cook a meal, clean up after myself and come home the next day to see those same pans in the sink again. She seems to want me to come down as the angry dad to MAKE her do it so she can sulk and I refuse." I thought this was actually apt so I asked him if I could clip and post it.

"Have you said it that way to her?"

"Well, in therapy, she complains that she detests therapy because it seems to boil down to her being a lousy housekeeper." He tries a brave face again.."Did I mention she fucks like a porn star?"

Changing the subject I brought up again my unreasonable (his term for it) sexual attraction to him. He pointed out that although he admitted sneaking a peek at me, I have no idea what he looks like. We've been over that I haven't even asked for a description. I freely admit that i will fuck him 5 ways from Sunday, even on a Sunday (in a church if need be.), Sight unseen.

This led to a discussion about male vs. female attraction. Went nowhere. He's a guy. 'nuff said.

We mutually agreed that our relationship, (it clearly at this point is a relationship; weird though it is) is on many levels inappropriate for either of us as married people to engage in. I am less constrained than him because I feel justified by my hubby's behavior, and the fact that I have already committed honest to god adultery - yummy. Also he comes from more repressive background...come to think of it he and hubby could hang out.

(wait did I say yummy out loud?)

I point out that his encouraging me to cuckold my husband in the stereotypical hubby in the corner watching was really a mirror of his own desires. I asked about how he felt about me blowing that boy in the parking lot. He admitted that it appealed to the voyeur in him to hear about it.

We explored, I probed. His chastity belt held up (so far.) We talked about what he would and wouldn't be able to rationalize. He, unlike Clinton would consider a BJ sexual relations. Ditto cigar or even cigarillo penetration.

What about if I had dared to blow parking lot boy in our parking lot. Would he watch?

Hell yes...

What about in a hotel room? Uh, no. Why not. Too dangerous. (Flying bodily fluids?) So its a proximity thing. Hmmm... I'll respect his boundaries but I am damn sure gonna push them!

Would he watch me on cam? Maybe. Hmm progress. He points out that his home situation would make it unlikely that he and I could find a privacy window mutually, but worth thinking about methinks..

How about if we invite Wifey? Hell yes he said but unlikely. She isn't into chicks? No, he says we, like you talk about things like that but its understood as all talk.

Perfect I said, so its just details...you firm up the talk into action on your end, I'll do the same on my end. We'll plan on dressing up my husband in your wife's dirty lingerie, tie him to a chair in the corner and you and I can fuck you wife while she wears a french maid's outfit.

"OH, Low blow!" he says. "But an effective image."

Pushing it....

OMG

I am breaking every rule on Don't get caught tonight...

First I should never never ner log on to AM from home.

I did, and "Subway Boy" was on. I expanded with him my parkinglot fantasy..

I told him I am not at all sure I can go through with it. He smirked that he's sure I am ready.

He's young, dumb (in many ways) not hot, but the idea is...he's 6'ish probably a little heavier than the 195 he claims. His wife is HOT...dumbass.

Yeah he actually sent me a picture..then several...On the one hand that is exactly the same sort of shit that made me irritated at my hubby. On the other hand he isn;t my hubby. Part of me wants to turn him in, part of me likes the idea that thi 25 year old wants to fuck me when he has a hot, willing wife at home. sick really.

First he sent pic of her in sunglasses dressed outside. Then later he sent annonymous pic of his, er well member, between her breasts. Nice breasts. Dumbass.

him sending me a picure of her fulll length, laying down, shot kind of low, her face farther away from the camera her pussy up close and very personal....

We actually talked about what if I helped him seduce her into a threeway...in some ways he and she are like hubby and I...lots of fantasy talk...no one expects it to go through...

Anyway that wasn't the most dangerous of getting caught...that would be after we switched to IM, and then I said prove it, when he announced he was stroking himself...he turned on cam and was BAREASS NAKED in his living room it looks like..says his wife was in bedrooom watching of all things, DESPARATE HOUSEWIVES!

Not to be outdone...I kept expecting him to ask me to turn on my cam, but when I had announced early on in IM that "I don't cam" he apparently believed the lie.

Completely wantonly without even being asked I turned on mine but not before unbuttoning my blouse, and folding the cups of my bra under creating a push-up and together shelf bra sort of thing...I turned my cam on (to see how it looked I told myself) then adjusted it to see my expression, and found myself fixing my make-up...I knew where this was going.

Putting on a thick coat of bright read fuck-me lips put me over the edge of reason and I invited him to see my cam...

At LEAST I maintained enough dignity not to point my cam down to see the cause of the O face that he got to see in all its splendid glory...yes, a 44 year old housewife, tits hanfging out, skirt around her waiste, panties around an ankle frigging herself off.

There was an actual noticeable wet spot on the chair in the office downstairs...

It was nervewracking but exciting to listen for the creak of the 2nd from the top stair or stirrings from upstairs.

As I hinted, yes Ive cammed before...but I ALWAYS aim lower than my face if I show anything at all, I ALWAYS wait till hubby is either out of the house or fast asleep, and I ALWAYS creep into bed to avoid waking him....

This time he got a little benefit out of it...I came into bed, yanked off his pajama pants and shorts and went after him...I was even sort of honest about it...

"What got into you?'

"OH, I was just looking at something wickedlyu pornographic online."

And risky behavior number three I'm back downstairs writing this another huge no no from the home 'puter.

So, I also went back online to see if he was still on...he wasn't at first then he was..I mentioned hubby got the benefit the horniness he induced in me...he was glad for me, said tried to get wifey interested but no-go. I felt guilty sort of and had these sneak out of the house and blow him in the drivway fantasies that I wisely kept to myself.

I kind of have a date. Sort of. Dumbass gave me his cell phone number. He thinks he is very clever. If it's on at the subway, I'm to send a text saying, Hey Bob, (insert he time) tee time at the golf course. He thinks that if his wife looks she won't wonder about his covering explaination that it was a wrong number text. (He doesnt golf and his name isnt BOB)

He also doesnt think I will realize that would give him my cell number. Jim (my pimp now) says get a throw-away for those sort of things...I'd accidently bring it home or something. I think I should find a cell phone left out somewhere and borrow it. Or better shock him with my voice from a payphone..(DO they still have payphones...last time I needed one with a lost cell charger I couldnt find one...hmmm)

Taking Chances...

One of the thing Jim warned me about was that my hubby has been spying on me online..When Jim answered the ad for someone to seduce me at work, hubby cheerfully told him he knew that I would be "up for it" because for one we talked about me being with another man in bed. (True, although mostly tales of old flames, with the occaisional sprinkle of future fantasy thrown in. The other reason he gave was that he knew I talked dirty to guys online. Also true, but we haven't figured out how much he knows. So, I have laid low.

Thats why I update this blog and check in with Jim (now my pimp) from Starbucks on this old forgotten laptop I keep in my desk at work.

Last night though, I was H-O-R-N-Y and was online in old familiar places trolling for men to play the slut with. It wasn;t something I did a lot of but was a guilty pleasure. My first time "cybering" online was actually from of all things a cribbage game I was playing online where you can talk in a chat window with the person yu are playing with.

Older guy...slyly seductive....we were half into it before I realized "We" were playing. Anyway, last night I was online hoping "John" as I am calling himwas on. He had mentioned that he uses his "crackberry" at worrk but is careful to delete everything and stay away from risky places at home lest his wife get suspicious.

I didn't actually even cyber, but I responded to quite a few Ashley Madison profiles and fooled around on a site I like to go to with forums and stories. Weird think about AM (at least for me) was the surprisingly kinky hot vibe I was feeling at being 'the other woman'. In so called 'Real Life' its always the married guys that are closest to directly hitting on me. Its kind of safer, they can always say, hey J/K! I used to get annoyed. Now for some reason, probably because I'm thinking of cheating myself that adultury in and of itself seems hot. I just thought a married guy would be 'safer' both as in he probably isn't making the rounds to as many skanks and because he has something to lose to.

I found myself getting aroused when one of the pics a guy sent showed this big four-post bed kind of in the background. I found myself wanting to fuck him specifically in his marital bed...or mine...Hmmm , getting too kinky.

I deleted everything, dumped cache, cookies, history and everything else I could think of...I was thinking later how suspicious that looks. I need to be more careful