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.

Score some points for the visiting team...

I hadn't been at the office for more than an hour and a half, basking in my new-found sexy marital fidelity when the phone rang.

"June"

"Is this call monitored for quality control purposes?"

A little joke Mark and I have since I had shared with him about a couple that was busted being a little raunchy on company time on company phone lines.

I don't let people I talk to on A-M even a hint as to where I work, much less my direct line, but Mark and I have shared intimacies that make that seem safe by comparison. We had been using my office phone to arrange the last assignation. He had called with a pre-planned innocuous call, and I called back when the unit was basically private. He has privacy on his end whenever he shuts his door.

I wondered though, hearing his voice, if it was such a good idea. I think its best I control the timing and frequency of contact. Mark seemed not very clingy and therefore safe to me. I had in mind a whole series of one night (afternoon) stands to avoid entanglements both real and emotionally driven.

When I assured him I could talk he rather explicitly thanked me for the time he had spent paddling and then fucking my ass the other day. Apparently even the accomplished gigolo with a stable of housewives, stewardesses, and strippers has a hard time coming up with a really kinky date. Or so I surmised by the direction of the call.

He said that he had enjoyed both our dates but that the last one had him thinking about it all weekend as we had been a bit over the top in kink. He angled around looking for some point to pry at wondering if I had any other pent up kinks he could accommodate. I sweetly told him I'd phone right away if I felt the least bit discomfited by a fetish rising up and overtaking me.

Then as I am typing this up, I get an IM from Brian the boy of parking lot fame. (I must remember to place myself on invisible.) we flirted a bit, I re-confirmed his pliability. I had this idea in the back of my head of some scene where I call him Derek, But as Happygirl pointed out effort on Derek might well be amusing but ultimately not that fulfilling. Its not that I have the hots for him, Its just that I enjoy the attention of my perception of him having the hots for me. Kinda hard to role-play that.

So back to work I go, thinking that I have entirely too many irons in the fire especially with a hearth burning warm at home so to speak.

Forth port of call....around the world tour.

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Third port of call....around the world tour.

When last we saw our slutty heroine she was about to wrap her healing lips around the young boys, nearly spent libido, bringing him to new heights...

I p-l-unged my face down impaling his cock to the back of my throat in one motion...he kind of folded up a little in my mouth...it felt great to take charge of his cock that way...I pulled up and then noticed the taste of latex and something else entirely unpleasant...spermicide I think...

Note to self: flavored condoms next time...

I grabbed the shirt tail of his wife beater and wrapped his stiffened cock in it and toweled off it as best I could...I could still taste it but it was better...a few slurpy mouth thrusts later I managed to drool enough to wash the spermacide off and get a nice dose of warm, slightly salty cock taste...

A shame I couldn't taste myself on it too..I always like that when I have hubby pull out and I lick it all clean...but wait? I smell a little pussy on him...

Note to self: warn him to shower me off his balls before his girlfriend gets home...

On the other hand I lavished a lot of attention on his balls to clean them pretty well and yep, that's definitely me...must have dribbed and drippled down his shaft...I WAS pretty well wet...getting there again giving head....(or he didn't wash after fucking his girlfriend but that's just gross to think about so we shan't think about that then.)

Note to self: Look up why giving head would possibly cause that reaction way down there?

So up and down up and down....a nice FIRM shaft again..clearly ready again...almost forgot the point and took this too far...although I thought I wonder how long before I could have him firm again if I did take a mouthful....balls tightening...better stop...so I did.

Youth has its advantages...I had thought him about late 20's early 30's he is 23, come to find out! (Gawp!) Seems wrong on a lot of levels.

I roll on a new condom and tell him to trade me places again...I scootch to the edge of the seat and present myself with my knees held high, lost the shoes at some point and see a small run starting (damn) where I snagged my stocking foot on something....

I guide the tip of his cock to my little pink rosebud...and....

Put of telling you of butt-fuckery until tommorow, or if you are really good, tonight,

Second port of call....around the world tour.

Like I said, next event in the triathlon was plain old fucking in a missionary position albeit a slightly modified one.

Condom on (always play safe , kids!), hs grasped his cock and fed it to my hungry cunt..it slipped right in and he began a-fuckin' in earnest. Seriously. He had kind of a look of concentration as he worked it in and out...he caught a nice rythem, and I was basically still buzzing along. I had in mind a whole scenario where I count of the orgasms like reps in a gym under the manaical eye of the evil Inga..but in the moment I just had them unremarked as the came and enjoyed them in a blissed out place...

We got interrupted a couple of times by cars coming toward the end there to turn around only one went past his truck and he managed to get his pants up each time...I rigged his belt so it held the pants up but left his fly open with his cock and balls hanging out in what otherwise would have looked ridiculous, but here was sort of hot.

The blonde tennis star finished at some point and crossed over the parking lot at an angle not really close to us, but it was hot to watch her walk by even in the distance and wonder if she noticed what we were up to..not many cars and parked out of the way like that it would be obvious if she thought about it at all...

All at once I realized that unlike actual sex-toys this one had a finite capacity, and he was close...

"Wait!" I protested..."I'm not through with that!"

That was the wrong thing to say as it pushed him over the edge into goofy-face mode.

He apologized something about trying to last longer...I explained no, it was fine..I got off several times. That brightened his outlook and caused a noticeable twitch in his flagging unit. I squeegeed off his cock into the condom and grabbed a blue rough papertowel from a roll in his backseat and wrapped him up a little present..."Make sure you get rid of that before your girlfriend unwraps it I teased..."

He had a guilty look on his face..I thought that was kind of hot. "Tell me about her.." I pushed...

He mumbled some things I pressed a bit....he described a vigorous, fairly vanilla sex life that happens on her terms when it happens. Hot in spurts and then cooling off periods is sort of how he described it.

"You fuck her with your fuck step?"

"God, no..She hates my Bronco ..too dirty" he recanted a little..."She likes to go out like on a picnic in it, but sex is on a clean blanket after I find a clean place to lay it down."

"Not into dirty sex?"

"Not really.."

"Well if I had known that I would have offered you my ass instead!"

(I had been planning in my imagination to do that anyway in my image of ridding him cowgirl in a pickup and switching holes mid fuck at least that's how I pictured it...teenager again game for anything, hedonist)

"Really????"

His flag wasn't flagging as much, it rolled a little as it rebounded a little...

"Sure, you could have bent me over the seat, or look I have been liking this position for anal...." As I leaned back pulling my knees up exposing my ass to him.."you think you can reach it from there?"

He was at least half mast, but anal I have discovered the hard way is not so good if it isn't the HARD way..a semi-erect cock causes more friction for some reason and that just burns.

I decided he was young enough to go again, but needed a little encouragement..I hopped down from the truck and told him trade me places...He did.and I THOUGHT about really trading him places and using my little plastic phallus on his ass by way of demonstration but, well I didn't want to scare him off...

I grasped his cock and lowered my mouth to it.....

And put this aside for another teasing day of debriefing this debauchery.

First port of call....around the world tour.

Exotic India with cunnilingus as illustrated in every relevant position from the Karma Sutra...at least that was what I planned...Remembering pick-up seats with their high perch of privacy and roomy slippery vinyl...every position imaginable I had planned, from missionary to cowgirl..(wish I still had my urban cowgirl hat)

I arrived at the park/rec center place a little early having snuck out of work..(shhhh don't tell only Derek probably noticed and he isn't talking..what a good boy he is) Brian was there earlier it seemed in his be-hemoth. I knew at a glance it was his as it was indeed a beater...he had scouted around apparently and picked a place towards the end of where the nearly empty tennis courts are..a little too humid for tennis except for a couple of older men and a hot blond beating the hell out of the backboard thing by herself. Maybe I should take it up...she had killer legs.

I slid into the spot next to him and sure enough there he was beaming expectantly down into my car. I quickly changed shoes realizing I had forgotten to already and click clicked around to the passenger side..he almost beat me to it hopping down and rushing around to open my door...I handed him my satchel and climbed up awkwardly.

He didn't have a bench seat! Damn! how is this going to work..I turned in the door to him and asked him about it...he explained something about a 'bronco interior'. I asked him if the seat at least reclines...he hurriedly reached between my legs adjusted, slid reclined and I was ready to go..kinda like how the dentist manipulates the chair around in a way that you know he has to be thinking how he could SO fuck you in this position or that...(or is that just me in the dentist chair thinking that?)

"Where are the stirrups?" I asked (Mixing my medico-professional metaphors...) my friends and I used to joke about the hand holds / "footrests" in pickup trucks..He was puzzled I explained he pointed to a grab bar...I experimentally hooked a heel into it giving him a wanton look at my smooth shaved deliciousness (well that's what I hoped he thought.)

"Well, get after it, big boy I tell him.." actually grabbing him by the hair gently but firmly shoving his face under my skirt. "We only have an hour and I warned you I have trouble cumming from just a good licking."

TOTAL lie, I come on a dime but he doesn't need to know that...I had to actually try to hold off a little and the holding off just made the wave hit a little harder. Tongue, lips, teeth (gently - LOVE THAT). He was pretty good actually...into it which is key......

I squirmed and came and stifled it and came again and got a little vocal...Oh yes like that more and various pleadings to a more western God than India-centric deities.

He adapted quickly and had me riding a wave, I was losing control of the way I had pictured this going and didn't care..it was really lovely with dappled shade from some trees, a breeze slipping through the open door to his open window, him standing bending over attentively devouring me, plonking of tennis balls punctuating the air....the thrill of being in public..I am sure I was soaking his seat.

I NEED some cock...I announced and rummaged through the satchel and came up with the vibe. I actually had role-played it in my head an analogy about using him as a sex toy, and things I could get him to say, but at that moment I did need a cock inside me and yet I wanted to continue to torment his erection...It slipped right in of course and I started a rhythm..."like that' I explained and guided his hand to the dildo...

So here is this healthy young male with a perfectly good cock straining to escape his trousers fucking me in a parking lot in the open in public with a rubber dildo...priceless.

I teased a bit..(when I could catch my breath) about 'considering' loosing his 'sex toy'..(I couldn't quite call it his dildo, but I wanted to....) I pointed out that the tires on his truck made the height wrong....

He said "wait a minute." (men are all problem-solvers)

He went to the back opened the hatchy part and reached in and came out with a huge block of wood made from other pieces of wood glued together it looked like...he dropped it with a loud boom at my feet and stepped up on it.

"You carry a step for fucking?" I exclaimed when in fact it did bring his crotch up to about the level of my already abused cunt.

He laughed..(I mentioned I like his laugh), "No its for the jack so it reaches the frame."

"Well aren't you prepared like a good little Boy Scout?"

I unzipped him and dropped his pants to his ankles in the parking lot. I thought about it and adjusted the rear-view mirror and the vanity mirror to give a panorama behind us a bit. I couldn't trust him to think about getting caught when he was thinking about getting some pussy.

I grabbed his rock hard cock and led him to my slit...just teasing the slit with it, masturbating using the head of his cock..."Oh yes, this will work well for this." he was already leaking a little pre-cum which I fingered into a stringy loop in the sunlight and brought to my lips...why is pre-cum sweet and cum salty?

This made me (erp) realize a condom was in order, and I reached in and pulled out the whole un-opened box.

"Do you have enough?" he teased.

"Well we aren't going to use more than two or three now, the rest are for my date after work." let him think about that a minute as I fumbled one out of the box then wrapper and then rolled it on him..been a while since I did that...(Marcus had put on his own) it was kinda fun in a nostalgic way..the way they hold really still and almost shake with anticipation of what they are about to get...

We have now arrived with the missionaries at our second port of call where we will instruct the natives on the proper use of the one True Position..although I was sort of sitting up and in an awkward pose...

The world-tour tease is to be continued...

Pre-date Prep and Jitters.

I woke before my alarm clock ans squirmed with excitement. I considered jumping hubby who was lying on his no doubt morning wood. He mus have sensed me thinking about it because he humped the mattress a couple of times in his sleep as I pondered. I decided to let my arousal build to a crescendo.

Extra attention in the shower with the disposable razor..smooth smooth smooth.

I packed my satchel as I am calling it. It is a big tote we got on vacation with flowers that color in the sunlight. I have been taking the laptop in it since it fits and now I have to bring it home each night since hubby remembers we have it. I am hoping the tote hides it a little but doesn't look like I am hiding it if he happens to notice.

I grabbed my fairly realistic modest sized dildo with the twist dial on the base that goes from hmmmm to WOW. (Well, I'm pretty used to it now so the wow in maybe lowercase now. I can ride a wave for a while with the tip of it pressed to my clit...nice realistic mouth feel to it if it does taste a bit plastic-y)

Kinky shoes...red 4" stilettos I think I got from Frederick's of Hollywood. Penny-pinching accountant husband has NEVER said no to a purchase from Fred's. From the dog-ears on the corners of the catalog, I think he reads it for the articles... There was no intention of anyone from work seeing the shoes, but Derek definitely noticed and that led to an interesting discussion, but thats a whole 'nother post. Maybe I'll throw that in at the end...(I know what a tease!).

Packed my red lacy garterbelt that matched the front closing bra I had put on. The panties are a replacement that go OK, but aren't part of the set.

Longish skirt with lots of pleats for easier access. Snap-up top for quick access.

Stockings! Damn!....Not one single pair i can put together as matching is without a run or a toe-hole. Been wearing my kinky stuff lately and been going through stockings. I should send husband to pick some up to draw MORE attention to the fact that I am going out of the house fully slutted up these days. He said something the other day when he was moving some lingerie from the shower so he could get in...I apologized for turning the bathroom into a laundromat...he said something about not minding since wearing the kinky stuff seems to have made me horny lately...that's kind of backwards of what is going on, but it made a nice alibi...I love wondering if he is wondering...

I decided to stop by Walgreens on the way to work and get thigh highs. I have my mind set on the garter belt so knew I would have to bunch up the elasticy part to get the clips from the garter straps on, but no guy is going to notice the redundancy of stay-up stockings and a garter belt. Its all about the visuals here.

I browsed quickly at the store grabbing some sundries. Travel size toothpaste and a folding brush...other things so it didn;t look like I had made a walk of shame trip for new stockings only. The nude color I selected was a little less so than say sheer black...

I picked the older lady's line Then got out of line when I realized...CONDOMS!

I had made it clear that I was taking Brian up on his non-strings cunnilingus offer to 'payback' for the no strings fellatio he got a while ago. I had no intention of letting his cock go to waste, in fact I had very specific plans to use it in every way imaginable. Reminding him to bring condoms would give it away, and no condom well not going there! So I grabbed a huge multipack figuring I would blush once and deep red now rather than a few times over the course of the next month or two...(If this econo-slut sized box doesn't last me a while....I deserve the title)

Back to older ladys line..(who is probably my age...ghak!) it is a little shorter..she is slow....come on come on...cute youngish guy behind me, he can no doubt see the condoms. I brazenly don;t try to hide them...bold, marj, bold.

Young guy on other register is hustling and clears his longer line...

"Ma'am I can help you here.." to me (Grrr Ma'am...although Brian said it a few times later and in that context it warmed my domme-y little heart). I was next and Older lady was looking myopically for a UPC on the purchase in front of me..deep breath I switched lines as did the youngish guy behind me...

I prepared to blush as I watched him ring me up with out comment...quick efficient, professional..ALMOST (but not really) disappointed when he didn't call for a price check on slut-pack condoms...Bagged, paid for and I swear he held my eye with a glint for just a moment at the end...probably my feverish imagination..it does that.

Off to work. I could easily have waited till just before lunch, but to be honest I wanted Derek to catch an eyeful of sheer stockings if not slutty shoes..I had worn semi sensible (for me lately) shoes. Mary Janes with a wider ankle-strap think frumpy not bondage gear but with kinky but only 3" heels.

Bathroom stall. Lose the shoes. Skirt on the hook, panties in the satchel. Slidddde on the stockings,,(love that feeling) they stay up as they are made to...could have left it at that, but wriggled and twisted and clipped and got the straps on. This made the tops bunch up like I knew they would and I frowned a little at the bulge that would make in the line of my skirt.

Looked at the panties which have to go OVER the garter straps both for fuckable access but also in case you want too pee in a hurry! But looks a little silly to me that way. I took a readers sugestiona nd went sans panties. That was fun..I used to find that daring slutty in my youth and was pleased to feel that again. maybe I will have no-panty Wednesdays or something...can;t wait to announce that to my team...

Made it to my desk more or less on time...self conscious about the straps but in a hot way...Derek didn't seem to to notice..not even with the bending, and dangling and leg crossing I put in. It was a good way to kill a few hours before lunch though..(Didn't expect me to WORK did you?)

Dragging out this story DOES seem a bit of a tease as suggested. SO I figure I will drag this out for days!!!! (sticks out tongue)

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.

57 Minutes of heaven...

As an awkward teenager, did you ever play seven minutes of heaven? You go into a darkened closet with a shy boy and fool around with your clothes on while you fear the door opening any moment even though the rules say do not disturb?

Like that.

But parked under the shaded overhang between an SUV and a truck with heavy tinted rear windows was a bit less private. Which made it hot enough to need the engine on to run the air.

(Jim has asked that I not be descriptive in any identifiable way...so I will say a sedan pulled upo with a non-descript guy in it. ~A non-descript guy with piercing blue eyes~ PHSSLLLT!)

"This is probably kind of a bad idea...."

"Oh, no, it can't be bad, we have agreed your intentions are to be good, and I have committed to refrain from corrupting you..."

This goes back to the transcription of a chat that Jim exercised veto and letting ya'all read. Essentialy though we were playing what if..had to do with Clinton's definition of is or if or whatsit. How far could he go before he would feel like he couldn't look Wifey in the eye and say, "I did not have sexual relations with that harlot woman."

Basically the rules were as follows:

Two hand touch above the waist. Wait that was inter-mural powder-puff football.

At least one person had to have all their clothes on at any given time. (We may have stretched that one a bit when I told him his belt was hitting me wrong and slipped it off and then totally cheated and unzipped him.)

Making out was OK. I had asked about lap-dances, he said if you can figure out how to pull that off in a car...go for it...

The theory was that in a car how much trouble could we get into? Especially in the company parkinglot? I didn't remind him I consider cars an aphrodisiac lately.

Total nudity was verboten. He actually stopped me when I started to reach behind to unclasp my bra, but I am getting ahead of myself.

We drove off quickly lest anyone notice I was getting 'picked up'. That's where I left the narrative above.

He said, "Yeah, but I forgot about Pheromones or maybe its just your perfume?"

I wasn't wearing any (worried about Wifey) but had rubbed some lotion on my hands. Its an Avon cucumber/melon thing.

I held my hand up to his nose and he kissed my wrist..."This?"

"Yes, seems like a 'clean' scent."

Maybe I'd better go with a more neutral hand lotion next time.

He laughs, "Maybe I should buy Wifey the same kind." First time he called her Wifey, I think it annoys him when I do, which is half the fun.

We basically drove around the block for about 15 minutes it seemed like but I am sure it was much sooner. I teased and flirted. I had said I wouldn't do ANYTHING unless he specifically OK'd it.

"Is it OK that the top button on my blouse was undone before I got in?" ~smirk~

"May I cross my legs the other way?"

"Lose another button?"...."And this one?"

"Would you like to see a hint of pink lace?" By now it was getting a lot more dangerous than driving with a cell phone and I suggested we park..

"Where?" we cruised a neighborhood that runs right up to the business district, but the neighborhood watch seemed out in full force..or at least a lot of floppy hat wearing gardening ladies.

"Back to work.." He protested that it is way to risky..not as much for him, he says he hardly runs into anyone that knows him from before he became a contractor, but worried about me. I pointed out that the smokers hung out near the door and the actual lunch eating or nooner-having crowd wouldn't be back for over 30 minutes...

SO we parked.

He seemed conflicted. Visibly aroused. Shyly embarrassed.

We had talked about his concern about "getting something started and leaving me hanging." I had assured him I was a big girl and I own a vibrator.

I unbuckled and leaned over to his side and kissed him. Deeply.

He kissed back. A lot.

I encouraged his hand inside my open shirt. He foiled the move with a firm hold on my ribs, though his thumb brushed the underside of my cup a bit. That felt really nice.

I reached to the side fumbled and futzed around and found the recline..this got me back from the less tinted front windows and got me in a more temptingly fuckable position.

I tried to reach behind and unhook, but he said whoa. (really)

I said, well, If I gotta leave my bra on, you have to see the matching panties. He retreated to his side without objection as I (seductively , I think) unzzzzzzzzziped my skirt and eased it under me and down to the floor. Now I am wearing a button-down shirt that isn't the least bit buttoned, a lightly lined bra with a lace insert that matches the lace in the french cut panties. There's even a little bow at the top of the panties, but nothing happens if you untie it, just the hotglue comes off. And the shoes...he does appreciate them...

I was thinking though I should have matched the shoes to the panties if I was going to strip down to them...then I realized that given the location, if seen that was the least of my worries...I wasn't sure he was going to notice if anyone came that way, and asked him. He said that 8 people had come out of the building since we parked and 7 cars left. He figures two were in one car...only one car had come into the parking lot. I'm basically fucking Rainman here. Ok not fucking, but I felt very sparkly....should have taken him to Vegas!

anyway we nuzzled and fooled around and played and despite wanting me to avoid even toples nudity, I'm pretty sure that when his hand cupped mmy breast inside my bra and eased it out and the cup under, thats kinda nude.

He actually said, oops and meant it...said.."I got a little carried away...wasn't going to...."

Whatever he was or wasn't going to do was lost when his lips and tongue decided to explore my very erect nipple. My nipple didn't mind the lack of conversation.

"Oh, my..." he said looking flush, and guilty and full of wonder all at once...

At some point I was teasing him mercilessly stroking the his white jockeys up and down the length of his cock, my fingertips on the fabric, just the sides of my fingers brushing his rigid member. He was so engorged that you could see the ridge of detail of the head of his cock...it was all I could do not to rip those shorts down and nose-dive into his lap.

Now you can see why my DH got the office blowjob.

Someone asked about that like how often hubby gets blown..I realized that answer lately (A LOT) doesn't match historicaly data trends and hubby is an accountant...Do men take gratuitous fellatio the way woman are suspicious of flowers "just because"? Hope not!

I Love love loved the whole thing. Partly I like the whole public thing. I like the whole orgasm denial thing..(although this was more than just orgasm denied, I don't know if there is a word for this level of denial.)

It was about desire, and sensuality, and forbidden, and fidelity and it was hot.

I'd do it again in a heartbeat despite Jim's misgivings that in my current nympho-maniacal state I'd be frustrated.

Fair warning though Jim - Next time you get your cock within arm's reach I am not promising not to gobble it up. I wouldn't want to make hubby suspicious if I come too home cock-hungry!

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?