Fireworks...

We were invited to a pool party on the fourth by some younger friends. They live in a nice but fairly inexpensive condo. The complex is located on kind of a rise and the opening of its U-shape faces towards the campus area. The plan was to partake of some adult beverages poolside and watch the fireworks over the city from there. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

The condo association has a clubhouse with a bar that they reserved. It sits next to the pool area. When you reserve the clubhouse, it is common and expected for the party to spill over into the pool area, but the pool area isn't subject to being set aside. This is not a huge deal, but probably more than half the units have been rented out to students by absentee landlords.

Students/alcohol/guests combination has resulted in predictable problems so now the unwritten rule is that the non-guests crowd into the farther end of the pool. The last time we went, it was not attractive. I recall elbowing hubby when he was ogling a coed that now that I think about it did have an amazing ass. (I was in reigning-him-in mode then, so I kinda hadda do it.) The low point was when someone actually threw up on the deck.

So, understandably, hubby was a bit ginger on his approach. When he got around to mentioning the party, it almost too late to decide. He finally said, "Eric and Kellie are having a party but I'm guessing that's a no?"

"A pool party?" I asked (as if that wasn't the very thing he remembered I would find distasteful).."That sounds like a great way to deal with this humidity.."

When he mentioned that it was that night (the third actually) I rushed around pulling things out of drawers trying to decide what to wear...

I have been trying to encourage hubby's pervy ideas without being obvious about it. I want to see how much he will push if I give him some lead. He tried to be casual about it, but it was obvious he was pretty excited thinking about it when he said, "The blue bikini looks great on you..." Like he was only suggesting it because of the color.

The fact that the legs are cut above my belly-button and the front scoops so low I have to have a VERY good shave. This is a no-landing-strip suit! The top actually does a decent job of holding in what it should, while looking like you are about to fall out. It is under wired and has some sort of spongy filler in these little pockets. Hubby likes it when I go without the pads because nipples are totally outlined in the stretchy fabric.

Anyway, I was confidant that I looked OK, maybe even hot in certain circles..but with college students as competition? I kind of wished I had covered up with a top and shorts or something so I could get the lay of the land before I did the grand strip (or hide!). Instead I had on an absolutely sheer "cover-up" (so-called) that covered nothing, but does camouflage a little with a faint tropical print. It is open down the front anyway, so basically it hides nothing.

The topper was the shoes. He pointed to a pair of strappy white sandals. Sounds reasonable, I know. But this particular pair has 3" heels! Uber-slut models by the pool. AAKK.
We got there about dusk..I was fidgeting the whole way there in the car.

Interestingly my fears were for naught as there must have been a kegger somewhere. There were less students than I have ever seen at Eric and Kellie's. There were (maybe 10-12?) couples and a handful of guys that were loosely invited by our friends. I think some were neighbors of theirs, I wasn't clear how it all came together. Everyone seemed to have some kind of work connection but it went like, Jane works with Mellisa's husband who is in a a league with Josh who invited a coworker...(well you get the idea..a collection of strangers)

A bit of drinking had occurred before we got there and a couple of girls were shrieking that whole "You better not throw me in" tease. They of course were summarily tossed in, one without a suit. Well not naked, just in a top and a skirt. A lovely light neutral shade of taupe. Which disappeared entirely when her lovely olive skin showed through..I let him ogle that..I was pretty impressed with her breastworks, myself.

About then, attracted by the giggles and shrieks I imagine, a couple of guys that apparently live there found reasons to walk past the pool. Repeatedly.

In my new, "encourage them all see what happens" mode, I made eye-contact with one and hoisted my beer subtly. His mouth actually gaped and he gave a feeble wave. He was back in short order with a slightly more confidant appearing wing man, who made a big production of taking off his shirt and flexing a bit as he eased into the hot-tub attached to the pool. They had brought their own, sort of. Looked like about an 18 pack of keystone light, but the way the box sagged, it probably was a couple of six-packs shy...

I then realized I had been watching all this, and that hubby had been watching me watch them..He had a bit of a glazed look in his eye..I decided to push it a little. There was already a couple in the hot tub that we sort of know...I said to hubby, "Lets go claim a spot in the hot-tub with Tabitha and Luis before the college kids take over!"

I maneuvered to where I was to hubby's left sandwiching him between me and the quite tipsy Tabitha. I decided to distract him a bit by 'accidentally' jostling him into Tabby's boobs. Repeatedly.

This I thought made it less obvious that I had arranged myself next to the shyer of the two college (I assume) boys. The 'studly' one was openly staring at my boobs..(well maybe Tabby's too.)

Hubby thought he was in heaven I am sure and that was BEFORE I started the through-the trunks hand-job, while maintaining both eye-contact and my end of an actual conversation with Luis. He almost gave the game away when I yanked the bow holding his short tied and freed his cock underwater...he recovered nicely though and seemed to know that he couldn't be trusted to talk. I gestured about something and made an excuse to look over to the boy on my right. Sort of odd that I kind of couldn't watch him watching because he was too close, you know? But I did meet his eye, still stroking with a firm grasp under the water and he HAD to know what I was doing...

In my feverish brain I pictured him reaching for my other hand and guiding it to his turgid member. But no, that didn't happen. I scooched his way a little. I was quite literally leading hubby by his cock. Pull hubby, move closer to my prey, pull hubby..it seemed I got away with it...Eventually I had the side of my thigh pressed up against the kid's. (That sounds just pervy)...I don't have whole lot of MILF/Cougar/young stud fantasies usually, but this just looked like a porno set and I was acting the part.

My leg was trembling a bit as I tried to hold it still..and ..what?..wait for him to make a move? wait for hubby to notice?

No footsie, no hand job, no snorkeling-for-cock-blowjob, no finger-fucking occurred. Even the jets didn't cooperate..They tickled, aroused, suggested, but never were in the right place to hit "THE SPOT" I was tempted at one point to face the edge and straddle a jet and hump it for all I was worth.

Wait there was some footsie. Sort of. I hooked my husbands ankle and pushed his foot over to rub Tabitha's leg...he recoiled, she seemed not to notice..(she had consumed another Mai Tai by then so she was past feeling no pain - or apparently feeling no frottage). In a weird way I actually was thinking it would be hot if hubby was feeling her up un-beknownst to me.

Luis at one point was sitting on the deck with an arm across Tabitha's shoulder and I decided he was either at least mildly aroused, or hung like a horse. I tried not to stare.

I appointed myself bar-maid having hopped up to get that last drink for Tabitha. Hubby was nursing his beer, and I changed it for a cold one. I drank a bit less of the Mike's Hard Lemonade than I let on. But played the tipsy ditz a little; bouncing my boobies in and out of the tub.

At some point, someone turned out all the outside lights, even the ones shining out of the clubhouse. We were waiting for fireworks. Some were went off from time to time and I missed each but the trailing streamers. (End of innings? Home run? Hit?).

Someone was showing off his iPhone4 and had some sort of answer on when we would expect fireworks. It seemed really dark around the pool because the underwater lights were on so you could see everyone in the pool and spa and nearby but the shadows faded to black quickly. By now I was keeping my hands to myself because every time the 20 minute timer killed the bubbles you could see everything in the water.

There is kind of a raised deck toward the "student end" of the pool that is high enough to give a better view over these privacy bushes. About 9ish when apparently a show was supposed to start it was suggested we go over there and we all sloshed over. There was a fair amount of jiggling and jostling. I counted 3 boobs and at least one swimsuit bulge besides my husbands and I wasn't TRYING to cop a feel..(really) In my delusional imagination, I kept waiting to be felt up.

It finally happened!

Well it was my spouse so I'm not sure it counts. Also I had been rubbing up against his completely rigid cock for sometime, and well, i was asking for it. He was being subtle about it though, and I sensed, rather than actually saw that the shy guy wait lets call him "the peeper" seems pervier. In the hot tub and as we gathered I sensed he stayed in a position where he could watch but just out of my range. I was standing in front of husband, and he was cupping my still damp suit...curiously it was mostly damp on my venus-mons-ish area..:)

I reached down, pulled the waistband out a bit and guided his hand down my pants. He stiffened..(well THAT was already stiff!) I mean he almost pulled free..I whispered.."No one is looking." (which I believed or at least hoped was untrue.)

His other hand was wrapped around me catching me on my ribs just above my belly...I placed his hand right on my right boob and squeezed his hand like I'm teaching a blind boy what to do with a boob. Sheesh! Finding the nipple wasn't hard because it was as erect as he was. He gave it a little squeeze when I practically chop-stick guided him there. I wanted to stretch the fabric down under and pop my whole breast free but he was already skittish...after a while he eased one hand off my chest and the other out of my pants and crossed them under my breasts...

Fuddy duddy! I thought. He seemed to look to the left and right like all casual then I felt him hook his thumbs into my waistband. He gently, slowly pulled up, a little more and a little more..He was giving me a DAMN WEDGIE!..It was hot! ~grin~ I could feel my entire ass hanging out, and the fabric 'wedging' into my slit was rubbing me just the right way...

Pulled up so it flossed my ass and deep v in the front almost reached my navel, I am sure it looked ridiculous, but I was a bristle with sensations. He pried the fabric out of my lips and over to the side. I was picturing 'the peeper' with night vision goggles drooling over in the corner. Except he wasn't in the corner he was rather close and conveniently was standing in the one place that the crowd didn;t hide what we were doing from all but the most immediate neighbors...Oh I was Hot....I couldn't even look at the peeper as I had been thinking about.

Hubby had no problem at all slipping a digit in then two...

"Fuck me!" I leaned back and whispered in his ear..

"I am" he said out loud, curling both fingers HARD into my g-spot...kind of lifting me onto the balls of my feet.

"NO..with this!" I hissed and grabbed his cock a little harder than I had intended. He held back the yelp though, and I let go of the cock through the fabric but held the fabric as I pulled the front of his shorts down behind me...

The slutty shoes helped with the awkward part, but not entirely he ducked..(or was forced down my my insistent hand on the head of his cock. I think his cock was kind of twisted oddly, but I got it down, between my legs and positioned at the entrance and then it was in!

My legs started spasms...I was trying to stand still and he wasn't actually fucking me so much as filling me up...impaling me, really. He went back to teasing my clit out of my slit...I had forgotten that my entire pussy is completely exposed because the suit is dug into the lest side of my crotch..He was fiddling and teasing and it felt great.

As Foreplay.

I wanted to get off before I started humming or screaming or I don;t know what..I brushed his hands to the side slightly and just full on frigged myself off in about less than 10 strokes...

It had probably already started but I suddenly became aware of fireworks. To me it seemed they had started just as I came, but I was actually riding a wave when I realized that everyone was watching the fireworks.

Everyone but the peeper..

Good and worked up and semi-on-the-prowl

This has gone far beyond either harmless fantasy, or even a revenge fuck. Technically to be a revenge fuck I think Hubby would have to have fucked someone, not just tried to set me up to BE fucked....

Earlybird as much as calling me a tease was fair. I do like the attention, and thought that as long as I'm not leading anyone on, it is all pretty harmless explorative talk. The problem is although it has provided endless fodder for increasingly long showers, and trips to the upstairs bathroom (That hardly anyone uses) at work, It is not satiating my urges, it is amping them up.

I have a dozen good prospects that with a little effort, I could plausibly find the time and alibi to fuck, suck, or otherwise molest. On the other hand with very little effort I could just bring it up to hubby, have him think he is helping arange a date..(ad somewhere probably) and then steer my preselcted choices to the ad.

Knowing that I could easilly be fucking like a slut in a cheezy nympho-porn as often as I like with virtually whomever I please, is heady stuff.

I find I am imagining reading minds of men that casually cross my path. When I am showing a little leg or a little cleavage, I swear I am projecting a vibe of some sort...I used to notice men looking my way out of the corner of my eye, like say at the gas pump. I used to deliberately not see them as they mustered up the courage to make some inane comment.

Now, "Sure looks like gas is over three dollars for the long haul.." sounds to my ears like "Sure would like to pay you three dollars to give me a long blowjob..." The subtext that I always assumed was there and available screams to me.

I find myself making notes on a scratch pad at work. Pros and cons of this one "next" or that one. A single guy is available on shorter notice and probably has a place...a married guy isn;t going to come mooning around. Should I find an 18 year old virgin? A couple of frat boys? A traveling businessman? A similarly bored or irratated housewife? A not-at-all-bored housewife and her swinger husband?

I liked the don't-get-caught edge of parking lot, but next time a hotel? His bachelor pad? His wife's bed?

I just like the naughty aspect of being sexual with someone that isn't so I wasn;t in anyway disapointed that "I didn;t get mine" as Subway Boy has reminded me in a couple of follow-up emails offering to recipricate. Will I feel sluttier if I actually spread my legs, what if I bend over and take it up...well you get the idea...

I have been reading all these fem-dom and cuckold blogs and stories and that has some appeal. One called spankinghubby I think or something had me writhing. I explored around fetlife a little didn't fill much out but browsing there was eyeopening.

The Earlybird (there is some kind of worm cleverness to be made out of that but I'll let it slide for now) probably deserves to be "next" and lord knows I'm (in the kindest possible way) hoping for a little marital tiff between Jim and his..well never mind. I've decided though I want something mindless; a purely recreational fuck.

As evidence of just how sex-crazed I am, hubby is sitting 15 feet from me pretending to watch TV, and I am sure wondering what it is I am furiously typing. I am trusting to the "in private" mode on this new version of windows..If it isn't private, I am fucked...and not in a good way!

Now to look up some recipies or something semi-plausible...

Stand in Cuckold...

I have been emailing back and forth with "Early Bird" from my speed dating fiasco.

He hasn't put it on those terms but he thinks I am a tease. In a sense he is right. He was cool about it. Said I obviously wasn't ready for infidelity. Not as a challenge.

He has a fun sense of humor and once put it this way: "Well if you weren't driven into my arms by my obvious anamial magnetism, you aren;t a cheater at heart."

That night had more to do with The Jerk, than whether I would or wouldn;t have made him my second post-marital 'conquest'.

I haven't said I have never cheated but sort of implyed it. Somethow this guys patience 'deserved' at least the parking lot blowjob that Subway Boy got! Just saying that takes me back to high school and college where I'd get a guy hot and bothered and be "obligated" to do something about it. Funny, that. I rarely got that pressure from guys, it was a device in my mind to excuse slutty behavior. Of course maybe the guys just had the confidence that I was in fact easy enough that they COULD count on it, but that isn't the point. When "Trisha the Tease" as much as told them I was a sure thing, yeah I guess they did think that..hmmm

Anyway I did explain to him how I came to be on Ashley-Madison in the first place. He thinks its amusing my whole turn the tables on hubby idea. He agrees that there is no way in hell the speed dating thing wouldn't have resulted in a homicide if hubby was actually there. He jokingly offered to be the stand-in for hubby.

This is getting way too convoluted. I said "you mean you pretend to be my husband who get's off on other guys feeling up the wife?"

"Well, feeling up and wherever that leads..."

"Wouldn;t you be sort of put off by setting me up for other guys and instead of keeping me for yourself?"

He LOL'd and pointed out.."Well since I'm not ACTUALLY your husband, it wouldn't behoove me to get jeaulous!"

He did say that he could see my husband's side of being the husband of a "Hotwife". Kind a voyeur thing he said.

He admitted he had been with several women who had admitted having their spouse's approval.

This led to a whole discussion of his slutty (is there a different word for guys?) lifestyle. He got promoted to head drug pusher of his area and no longer travels as much. (Legal Pharmaceuticals). He says he used to travel a lot, and specifically looked for married women to fuck. (Oh this was sounding interesting!)

How do you tell?

"Ring, or better yet a groove where one is supposed to be."

I asked if he had ever done the whole cuckold in the corner watching thing.

"No, are you offering?" he teased.

He wouldn't say how many women he's been with but didn't protest when I said, "So well over a hundred then?"

Hmmmm

So I asked him for some juicy details..

"A gentleman never tells."

Come on....

"A gentleman is more likely to get laid if the woman feels confidant that her secret will be safe."

Oh I'll let you brag about ALL the kinky details with me.

"A gentleman is more likely to be offered kinky sex if he acts like he has no idea of the concept of kinky."

Really??!??? Do tell..

"Again, A gentleman....."

Hmmm what wouldn't you do to get laid?

"Well, do something obviously risky health wise or likely to get me arrested or get a crazy woman calling my wife."

Hmmm

So how far would you take this role-playing my cuckold husband?

"As far as the Lady would like."

Like sit in the corner and watch?

"Sure."

Let him talk down to you?

"Just words."

I had other follow-up questions but I didn;t want to scare him off....

Groping for a Title.

I have no intention of making this blog political...I cannot believe the coincidence of the last post followed by this one, but I had been thinking about this all day yesterday. I had what I thought were great points all written out in my head and now its kinda gone. I'll try to get the basics of my thoughts down on paper. (so to speak)

OK, this is not a Clinton-Gore thing at all although you kind of have to wonder if there is a correlation. I mean did Clinton while interviewing potential Vice Presidential candidates get the "fellow horn dog vibe" from Algore, or did Algore absorb some of his bosses' bad habits? I am inclined to think that men in power / famous men tend to get a lot of opportunities so it tends to make them self indulgent.

I cannot believe how many people are so quick to point out the length of time that elapsed as some kind of proof that the woman accusing Al Gore is making it up. Victims can and do take a while to come foward, gather their courage etc.

Her timing in re-pursuing this could well be that she suspects she knows Al & Tipper Gore's marriage is on the rocks.

Cynically I did consider the money angle a bit, sure she is trying to cash in and I wonder if the slow economy has made her like a lot of people a little more willing to compromise principles for money. But we can't know.

Her not wanting to be drug through the mud (as she is being) could explain a lot of hesitancy. (Paula Jones? Linda Tripp?) These are not nice men when they are embarrassed. I can;t wait to hear James Carvel call this (54ish?)-year old woman "some young tramp"...or imply that her proffession is nothing but hooker cover or some such.

I don't go for that whole "healing-crystals-shockra" stuff (and I have no idea if she is in that genre, but got that impression). A lot of sincere people do have holistic ideas about massage. (me- I like a good back rub!)

Now the point of my post as this incident relates to my Blog. I left out that the asshole I fled from on my ill-conceived speed-date was a little handsy. Technichally his hand moving up my thigh, uninvited in a dark booth was assault. No means no. Trying it a second and then a third time wasn't cute persistance.

Now, would I go to the police with this? No. Not only because of course I'd need to explain to hubby what I was doing in a bar with a strange man, but because it comes with the territory with men. Shouldn't. But does.

Her doing her job is slightlyt different. Harder to be firm without being rude and losing a tip.

It's a power thing. She has none. Al GOre had all the power. First as the Customer. Second as a stronger mammal. Ans Third because he is AL FREEKIN GORE. Yo9u know Nobel prize winner? (DON'T get me started) Acadamy Award Winner (REALLY???!?) and Former VP. Not to mention rich enough and with enough lawyers to bury you.

A million? Yeah. What would it cost you if you felt you had to drop off the face of the earth for the rest of your life or live with not saying something and hearing later that Al Gore didn't get the help he desparately needs and he HURTS someone?

Like that is totally unlikely right?

One word for politician in a panic making poor choice with a woman resulting in harm.

Chappequiddick.

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."

Under There...

Under where? Yep, under there!

If you were to look under there you would have to conclude I am obviously a slut.

I have made it a point for the last 10 days to be sure I am wearing the sluttiest of undergarmets under there.

10 days ago, I actually went into a Walgreens, bought a pair of nude thigh-highs and put them on in the bathroom at work..This is after I removed my panties and placed them in my purse. There was nothing wrong with the Victoria's Secret pink panties I was wearing, they just had that whole sexy scoolgirl vibe and I was going for office WHORE, at least inmy mind. (For the lingrie fetishits out there yes they were both pink in color and from Vickys Pink line.

I selected nude for the day because I thought It might be log to have bare legs in the morning and say black fichnets and or back seams after lunch. I wanted to FEEL like a slut not get the reputaion of BEING one!

Why you ask, did I adorn my shapely legs so in the workplace?

Well... I got to thinking..

I know Jim corresponded with my hubby in response to his ad for someone to seduce wifey at the acme coyote supply house where I work. He seemd to have backed off and thought better of it with Jim. He never gave my name (not intentionally - though Jim being the clever perve that he is figured it out). Never offered a picture...

What if he had other applicants he deemed even more cleverly seductive than Jim.

How am I to flush them out of the woodwork if I don't give off a devil may care if I am a slut vibe?

This thought occurred to me from an IM conversation with Jim. If he is reading this he may not recall, but it went something like this...

Me: So how come you didn't hit on me at work or at least perve on me a bit.

Jim: How would you know if I didn't?

Me: Huh?

Jim: I am a curious guy, would you really expect I wouldn;t at least cruise through your area?

Me: What area?

Jim: (insert descriptive dialog that had me mouth agape when I could see that he could see my actual cubicle, and likelyt me on the phone therein.)

Me..Harumph..or something like that..

I wanted to follow up but thougt better of it..

Now I should explain, the place that employs the two of us is practically a city unto itself. Everytime I tell someone where I work, they almost always say..Oh do you know (insert name of aunt, cousin, neighbor, ex, brother) So and so? No, I always explain but its a huge place.

So it isn't inconceivable that we might never pass. But we have..apparently..

So, I decided for any of the many possible voyeurs that like to cruise past my cubicle I would ensure that I was ready should they decide to ravish mein the supply closet.

So Jim if you are reading this..I have met the eye and smiled in a deliberate way at every single strange man I have seen in the area for the last while...I have uncrossed and crossed my legs to the point of near chafing myself...I have actually worn (once, nervously) a pair of backseamed honest-to-god stockings held up by garter straps peaking out from beneath a longer skirt.

My co-workers should be wondering about the growth spurt since every slender heel I have tottoered on this last week was at least three and a half inches...

I have been blatently hand washing this finery and hanging them conspicously from the shower rod nightly...

I hope hubby has noticed...

I hope hubby has wondered...

I hope hubby has beenaroused in kinkilly disturbing ways thinking about it...

I hope he re-contacts Jim with his whole "Seduce my wife in the workplace scheme".

Beacause if he does....

I am going to take a sick day...I am going to have Jim take me to his house, fuck me in his wife's bed, wearing her lingerie, calling me his wifes name, acting out every kinky slutty nasty fantasy he has ever wanted his wife to submit to....

And then I'm going to massage Jim's overworked muscles as I look over his shoulder as he sends the glorious details to my husband. Every sordid detail.

Disguised as a fictional tale. "Man if I could get with your wife, I'd sure love to....."

ARRGHH!..Post were saved to draft not "Published"

not lost, but it is so hard after the fact to go back and get them in the right order! some of them I went back and edited so the date is off and I can;t seem to decide which post has to go before what...There was a whole post about the disaster in actually trying the speed dating...I am going to have to rewrite what I remeber about that...