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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

A First-Class Fuck.

Starting in a first class hotel probably helped, I think. I thought about that before and once during, and it felt, kind of mercenary to have that thought. Like the girl that goes out with the orthodontist's son because he will pick her up in Daddy's black Porsche 928.

But it isn't that. I'm not putting out because he is validating my worth by spending money. I am putting out because I met him, flirted with him, got to know him, wondered how he'd be sexually, fantasized about him sexually, and finally asked if he wouldn't mind fucking me. So it's about the sex.

But clean (600 thread count-ish?) sheets, a nice view of a beautiful, room service, (pretending we had nothing to hide just the Mr. and Mrs. made it seem true..we WERE a couple at least for then), really good triple distilled Irish Whiskey (not my usual drink but he explained that quality is key in enjoying such spirits..when in Rome..)all conspired to give this affair an air of legitimacy.

I had spun a tale for hubby the be-careful-what-you-wish-for cuckold of me being a hooker and all the filthy degrading things the client "made me" do. In fairness I explained to him how hot I got at playing the whore, how wet his insistent violations of every orifice made me. And thinking of it that way did make me incredibly horny. The husk in my voice telling him this tale of debauchery was genuine.

The reality was not nearly as athletically kinky, but just a leg-quiveringly erotic in it's own way.

I was dressed in a plausible I'm-in-town-on-business suit, with my planned kinky underwear on beneath. I thought check-in would feel slutty. I was sure CHEATER would be written all over my expression, and his. He seemed practiced, and if my twinges of excited slutty guilt showed the very friendly, sharp girl at the counter registered nothing.

In the elevator on the way up, no bags but my small clutch, I teased, "You seemed pretty practiced at that."

"What handing over a corporate card, or the part where I asked for a room with a nice view?"

Punching him I said, "No the whole fuck a married woman in broad daylight in a fancy hotel practiced."

"I'm pretty sure you are not the first married woman to be fucked in this hotel, some even by their husband.. Why would you assume that she would have assumed that our rings don't signify fidelity to each other?"

Wow...a lot in that statement.

"Besides. I put Mr. and Mrs. Smith down on the register!"

"You DID NOT...by the way how do you get away with it as far as showing up on the card and so on?"

"Well I normally don't do this sort of thing here in town, but road trips are a thing of the past with my last promotion so there is a bit of risk this time. Since I am the one that approves expenses, I'll shift it to a guy that actually is in town tomorrow, I'll probably book him into this hotel to keep the billing simple..you should probably check out before he gets here though unless you have a thing for drug pushers in general.." (He works in sales for a pharmaceutical company. He makes that joke a lot. At first I wondered if that was a 'hey I can get you drugs' ploy but doesn't seem to be. Just what he does.

I'm starting to turn this into a novel complete with dialog, and didn't plan to get into the whole, then I said, then he put his hand, then he said...thing...

I was trying to capture the essence of the experience. I read I think in Jessica's Blog not exactly Haiku clearly prose...I don't know poetry styles well enough to describe it but she captured an experience (was it maybe a fantasy?) with a couple of words on each line the way you would in a Haiku. (It wasn't I counted the syllables......wow way off track here...)

For example I had the hooker me forced to her knees by a handful of hair before she got in the door. He led me by the hand to the bed, sat me there and then went and opened the drapes. I felt radiant and expectant with sunlight on my face.

His hand in my hair just adjusted the tilt of my head as he gave a long soulful, deep, wet kiss. That was followed my more kissing. Deep exploring getting to know you melding kisses. I hadn't made out like that since high school.

I couldn't picture how his first moves would be, how I would strip, or be undressed, how to pose to best accentuate my tits and minimize my belly.

None of that mattered, once the whole getting to know you through nonverbal oral communication started, mouths and tongues just went where they went and the brain fuzzily caught glimpses as I went along for the delicious ride.

His lips and tongue and gently grazing teeth found my nipple. I wasn't sure when or how I'd lost my cute snug button-up Liz Claiborne knit top, but I'm guessing it was a button at a time. His fingers? Mine? I don't know, but I remember being glad I had chosen the pretty bra that was folded down a bit under my ample right breast.

I blushed a bit when his roving hands found first the garter straps, stroked the tops of my stockings and then found my wet folds with no fabric as barrier. Going panty-less seemed kinky sexy when I got ready, and sort of silly when luxuriating like a grownup in a classy room.

He smiled and said, "What a sexy surprise!" which was perfect.

I mostly let him lead until as he was kissing down my belly with clear intentions, I thought about the sequence I had imagined and told him, "Wait.."

"Me first" I said and went after his belt. It was only then I realized that I looked like the victim of several bad hands in a game of strip poker and he had barely his shoes off. Puzzled I recalled my hands and his warm skin, realized I had reached under and into and somehow he'd lost the hold of his belt and the button on his pants...

I wriggled him out of his pants, and insisted on the socks. "You may NOT fuck me with your socks on!" Ever agreeable, he took them off in a mock strip tease and threw them at (as if out) the window. I laughed out loud as trite as that is these days.

I couldn't help notice that he wore the same brand (or at least the same stripe) shorts as Hubby and giggled realizing hubby had only the pair he was wearing along with the underwear I wasn't wearing that was in his suitcase...

Marcus (for that is Early Bird's name) asked what was funny. Despite having talked to Jim (my co-worker) about the whole panty thing, it seemed suddenly disloyal to set him up in that way. To encourage him to wear them, then giggle about it while cuckolding him. I mean I know that is how it's done and he might even find it arousing for all I know, but still it was a line, and I kept it to myself.

I lied a little and told Marcus I was thinking about texting hubby and telling him how my day was going. That wasn't a total lie. I had someone's blog where she did that sort of thing giving hubby updates from a date..(that particular cuck loved that. If I find the post I'll link it)

He said, "Well you have your hands kind of full you want to dictate and I'll type it in for you?"

I was groping his engorged cock with both hands through his jockeys. "No good. Can't dictate, my mouth is going to be busy." I grinned as I gently eased the waistband from being hung-up on the tip. It was a very nice cock as they go. Laying on his back it looks best I think. Standing it looks like a handle usually, (which is why men are so easily led by them) Heaven help then if the have to move about erect it looks awkward as hell.

Anyway I hear size descriptions and such in a lot of posts and I figure him for about the same size as hubby's. Hubby passes and sometimes surpasses the "dollar bill test" so maybe 6-7 inches? About "just right" for me. Much longer and I gotta watch positions. I remember this one skinny long distance runner I fucked a couple of times much to his apparent amazement. He actually hurt me once with my legs over his shoulders...I wondered at the time how much was too much and actually got out a folder I had in my book bag that had a ruler printed on the edge. Apparently 7 1/2 inches deep is where my cervix starts...well enough of the anatomy lesson...who brought that up?

He had thoughtfully shaved his balls..(Oh that sounds first class all graphic but how else do you describe it? Smooth pink testicles?) He was circumcised. It was kind of pretty. Kind of a nice mushroom shape to the little helmet. Soft point then flaring gently. Throbbing vein down the length, but that might have been my fault.

I took my time, not using any particular practiced or remembered technique. Just kissing and nuzzling and licking and engulfing and a little bobbing. He considerately warned me of what I already knew, that I was holding him on knife edge, suckling a little watch the smooth pink testicles tighten, ease off and back...I was really enjoying myself in its own right.

"You keep that up it's going to go off!"

"You promise?" with a real long especially lascivious slurp. "Just in case, is this re-loadable? I mean does your company stock those little blue pills?"

"As a matter of fact, I'm going to recommend the boys in R&D contact you about your lips, I think they might be the next thing, and our patent is getting close to that 'we gotta find a new drug mark!"

Flattery will get you an appreciative full-service finish, and I did, and he did. I thought about my 'new rule' and went in for a kiss. He was just as enthusiastic as he had been and actually said "Wow, thanks that was great!"

"Anytime." I said, and I think I mean that. We still had I figured more than a couple of hours before he had to be anywhere and hubby would be assuming I was at work still so I wasn't worried about "my turn." But he was.

He still had the uniquely male post-coital goofy look on his face as he tried to reposition me and him to return the favor...

"No rush, we have lots of time to get these re-filled," I said tickling those smooth pink....

He was actually still twitching and a little more trickled out onto his belly. I dipped fingertips in the small trail and brought them to my lips tenderly savoring. He visibly shuddered.

He seemingly distractedly was tracing fingers up and down my slit, and it took not much at all to get me parted and a couple of fingers in and exploring. He was more thorough than my last gyno exam and gently found ALL the right spots. It helps that I was soaked.

I wasn't sure exactly how or when as I drifted towards bliss but at some point his fingers were joined by a thumb on my clit and a probing tongue. He paid me back for the teasing and it was wonderful...right up to the edge and back and higher each time till I was just riding this crest..one long wave it felt like...part of it was technique, but looking down at his face and seeing not hubby was more of a guilty pleasure than I expected...at one point later he mentioned that I had his hair firmly in grip and was bucking up into his face. I din;t recall that..

"Good thing it wasn't a toupee!" he smiled.

When it came time for actual penetration, he had come up with a condom. I felt like an idiot..I had some in my purse, was just sure start to finish I would be safe, even wanted to try the whole roll it on with your mouth trick, but I hadn't even thought of one...I'm glad he did, and told him so. Oral is risky in and of itself but slightly less so than what was to come. I didn't like thinking about the harsh realities of risk in fucking a guy that admittedly fucks a lot of women.

We talked about it, and he said he does get tested regularly but I would be dumb to take him at his word. He says for him it is less risky he feels as he has less exposure. He says its risky but most of the women he has been with it is an anomaly for them, a fling they have with the traveling salesman only to bury their guilty secret in renewed marital bliss. He says he has a few he keeps in contact with and from time to time, well fucks.

Weirdly I felt a twinge of jealousy. About a man I was fucking behind my husbands back.

Speaking of, condom finally and a little awkwardly applied at some point he entered me, It was all part of the whole fluid coupling though so it isn't like fireworks went off at that moment and I thought make a note to describe later...it felt great and full filling and guilty and kinky and warm and human and well great.

I do remember at one point where he was really pounding into me with that great sound of bodies slapping together literally, and reaching a frenzy not so much, I think of that he was getting close or chasing an orgasm but I was getting vocal and he was picking up the pace and over and over again, like it was a race to the finish...I saw a single bead of sweat trickle down his nose and fall to my chest..It looked to me like one of those slow motion camera things where the water drop explodes or the glass breaks or something. And the whole time was like that my mind recording every detail at 1000 frames a second but only in little glimpses and snatches. I would get caught in a reverie and hold a frame while the room and events swirled by.

Midst all this I did send a couple of flirty texts to hubby which he later told me were very hot and extremely discomfiting in his seminar. I'll have to go back and see what I sent.

Jumped the Gun...

So, last night I was thinking about my upcoming date with  Mark. I was picturing entering the hotel room and dropping to my knees and making him for a minute or two forget all the others (apparently) that had come before me in strange hotel rooms. I don;t know why the though of fucking such a Man-Slut appeals to me but it does. The plan was to tell Hubby all the details about the date but wrap it in a fantasy about how I got picked up mistaken for a hooker in our hotel bar.

I led Hubby into the bedroom, closed the door behind us and before we made it to the bed had his belt and pant's undone and was pleased that he was fully erect before his shorts hit his ankles. I dropped to my knees and took him all in. (Hubby has to be wondering at this point what he did right to get such an insatiable cock-sucker for a wife lately and how he can do it again.)

"I was thinking.." I began huskily, the way I begin a lot of 'stories'..."Maybe I should fly up Friday with you so I can play a hooker in the hotel bar while you are stuck in your boring seminar...."

He stood stock still mesmerized more by the BJ than by the story so far...I was imagining Mark as the 'client' and proceeded to give him the blow-by-blow account of how this client engaged me for "full service" unprotected sex. (I can already tell you that Mark WILL taste like latex, because regardless of which way he fucks me there WILL be a condom..possible double bagged...but its fun to fantasize..)

Hubby actually got off twice during the very detailed story, and I am feeling pretty sated today with the memory of having all three openings violated by "the client" last night.

I should write it down the way I told Hubby and then compare it with the actual event after Friday. I wonder though if writing it down will make Friday happen closer to 'script' (Not necessarily a bad thing!) but would it seem rehearsed?

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.....

Disasterous Double Dating...

I don't remember what the title of this post was when I originally wrote it but I remember it being wicked clever and using alliteration, or onomatopoeia or something.

I knew that there were SO many things likely to go wrong with my speed dating fantasy that there is no way I would try it, even if I had a stable of very dependable discrete lovers/professional actors and a script writer and choreographer. SO there was no way I would meet one stranger much less many anyplace that my husband was near. (Unless of course it really was a random pick-up in front of my husband...maybe I should wear shorter skirts and wink a lot?)

SO...being one to obsess..I thought about modified versions...I ran it by "The Guys". Actually had a "Date" with 6 of them to come to a particular crowded, loud place that I know of, but have never been and no one I know goes. I say I had a date, because since all but one were married/in a relationship/Or likely lived in their mom's basement....They may have to be a no show...and that doesn't count the actual being stood up potential.

As it turned out three definitely showed, talked to two, ran out of there like a scalded cat before I had a chance to actually meet #3, and 4th claimed he was there but either was shy, clueless, or lying.

My "Signal" was supposed to my rather cute pair of red strappy heels. I figured it would be a way to either discretely notice who is looking for me or flush out the foot fetishists! (what girl couldn't use a foot massage?...J/K)

I had pictures of the guys faces. Some eagerly given, some more shyly..

First problem was there wasn't a set order they were supposed to approach..A couple of the guys that would have been on the guest list were dis-invited because they independently and persistently suggested the easy solution to the speed date logistics was a gang bang.(Not that there's anything wrong with that in fantasy / theory... Just not in a crowded bar methinks)

I don't want to bother giving these guys memorable names, because nothing happened and if something later develops with one of the guys I'll just mention then that he was one of the guys...

Take that back...one guy needs a name..and he won;t be back..lets just call him Jerk.

He was actually the second one I talked to, and the reason I abruptly left.

Everyone was supposed to get there between 6:30 and 7:00 during the "Happy Hour" and I was supposed to make a grand entrance at 7:00 to my adoring fans.

I was nervous and wanted to sneak an early look so I got there at just after 6 and was scanning the room when I locked eyes with a guy clearly looking at me..Yup..someone else with the same idea.

He smiled, shrugged, and looked down at my strappy shoes and back up.

He pointed at his wrist (where he like nearly everyone these days I just realized) wasn't wearing a watch. Its like saying dialing the phone...) He made a little come here then waggled his hand like I don't no more or less? Rather than re-invent sign language I got the idea, he wanted to know if it was OK he was early...I went over to him. He offered to buy me a drink, I said better not, yet.

He seemed nice, we talked mostly about how odd this whole situation was and I admitted that I was getting cold feet because I hadn't "dated" in years and several at once was a little overwhelming. I admitted to him that specifically 6 had invites...

He said he was the only one there so far. That agreed with my assessment, but I was curious how he knew that since he wouldn't have seen the pictures.

"Simple" I've been watching where guys are looking when girls come in. No one looks like they are definitely expecting anyone and huge racks are getting most of the attention.

I Laughed..I kind of liked this one...

I told him to hold down the fort I was going to go out and come in on schedule.

I actually walked from my car..(deliberately parked a little out of the way, but accessible for a get-away which turned out to be prescient )...twice, I got to the entrance early so I pretended I forgot something..-V8 smack to the head-..and came in the second time right at 7:00.

Jerk was acting as the doorman practically. Totally a good thing that hubby was no where around..(tax seminar)

He grabbed me by the elbow and practically dragged me to a booth where he had me corralled...

"What am I getting you to drink?" he asserted...ACTUALLY snapping his fingers at a waitress. She did come over nice waitress smile with I thought a hint of sympathy for what was probably my deer in the headlights look.

I ordered a cola...

He tried to get the waitress to add rum..I emphatically said no...

"So you want to get out of here?" he said like it was the most natural thing in the world. Apparently Mr. Take Charge works for him..considering the title of the blog, it wasn't working on this girl..I was already picturing him bent over and spanked and not in a good way.

Meanwhile guy number three was practically cued up in line a little ways away. Milling about nervously..

Jerk, oblivious as he is even noticed. "Yeah like he has a shot!" he smirked.

REALLY irritated me that Jerk was right..number three might have potential in another place but he was so obviously out of his element it was a little painful to watch..

Early Bird was scoring points for discretion with his wan smile clear across the room and without being obvious about it not making eye contact. Even approached a couple of girls chattering drunkenly and made them laugh a bit. I didn't sense it was "look at me I'm a player." Just killing time pleasantly.

I have no idea what Jerk talked about...it didn't seem to matter that I gave him a blank look every time it appeared he had asked a question. He answered his questions to me for me.

I couldn't think of a single way to extricate myself, other than flat out ditching him.

So I did. The whole bathroom dodge must've been something he has gotten used to because when I said I had to go visit it, and slid the WHOLE way around the U shaped booth to get away, I think he knew. His eyes hardened a little. Then he tried a little swaggering "you'll be back." grin. I wasn't.

Thank goodness for crowds and large people.

On the way home I used my phone to access AM and send him a lame message about I thought I saw someone I knew and had to duck out...I sent a note to early bird thanking him for being gentlemanly. He acknowledged said it was nice to meet you and didn'tt pursue..I wasn't actually brushing him off but think he thought that. I didn't have the energy to address Mr. Nervous and he apparently didn't have the courage to ask me what happened so I let that lie.

Number four picked entirely the wrong tone. His excoriating me for being a No-Show was just irritating. I hadn't seen him..(He wasn't Mr. Nervous) and I was pretty sure I was there, since I had been there and had seen myself.

I figure he was late or oblivious. Or maybe the interminable time spent with The Jerk wasn't nearly as long as it seemed.

Suddenly the suggested choreographed Gang-bang from fellows 7 and 8 didn't seem so awkward. Pass.

WAY too ambitious.

hmm as I worked on labels for this post I realized I DID give them names..I don't think you'll see two out of three of them again.