Back again...

Well...it has been six months since my last post. I did not see the Boss again, although he still tries. He tells me he is obsessed with me and needs to be with me. I almost gave in. Then I asked one simple question. I asked him when the wedding is...

He told me it was last June.

I am more careful these days. I don't go on AM anymore.  I haven't been on a sex chat in months. I am growing bored.  

Forty Minutes

8:20am.  I am standing in a hotel hallway knocking on the door.  It opens and the Boss ushers me inside.  Before you roll your eyes and groan...here we go again, I ask that you save your judgement until the end of the ride.  The room is small and dark, but clean.  He has been reading his kindle and has coffee and danishes.  The kind with the raspberry jelly.  He hugs me tighter than ever before.  He lets go and sits on the end of the bed.  I sit on the chair and we talk.  About his job, my job, his crazy ex-wife, his new shared custody arrangement...we do not speak of his new fiance.   It is nice to just talk to him, but it is not the same this time.  Something isn't right.  He had to beg for months to get me here again.  He promised me and said "name the time and place and I am there."  He was really excited but I just wasn't feeling it yet.

8:30.  Small talk behind us, he stands up and puts out his hand to me.  I stand up also and he starts kissing me.  It is good.  He is a great kisser.  Still, its not the way it was and perhaps too much time and bullshit is between us now.  As I wrap my arms around him, he feels slighter now- like he is disappearing before me.  He is kissing me with urgency.

8:35.  After kissing and groping, he takes off my shirt.  He reaches around to undo my bra and can't.  We laugh because he has always struggled with that.  I undo my bra and he gets naked.  I remove my pants and we start kissing again.  It has been a long time since I have sucked his cock so I drop to my knees eagerly and begin sucking.  He is clearly enjoying it so I am careful not to let him get too close to finishing.  He sits on the edge of the bed again and reaches over and scoops up the raspberry jelly from  his danish.  he rubs it around my nipple and shoves the finger in my mouth.  I sucked it clean for him then stand in front of him with one foot up on the bed.  As he licks and sucks the jelly off he is fingering my clit and it is really good.  I am starting to feel an orgasm and he whispers "cum for me baby."  I do.  He keeps sucking my nipples and I tell him I love it.  Then he says to me "I missed you."  The tone of his voice was a mixture of sadness and desperation.  "Tell me you missed me."   "Yes, I miss you every day and I want you all the time."  "Good girl."  Then he tells me to lay down and I do.

8:50.  He is behind me trying to push his cock into my ass.  I am more than ready.  I have been waiting for this for so long.  He can't quite do it though and asks me to get on my hands and knees.  I oblige and he forgoes my ass altogether and begins to fuck me doggystyle.  I am surprised but I figure he will try again shortly.  The headboard is a mirror (sounds porno-riffic but the room was nice, not cheesy) and he says to me that my tits look great bouncing as he fucks me.  I can't look.  The phone rings and he laughs about it.  After the third ring, he stops fucking me.  I figure, he is answering the phone but no, he tells me he is done.  "I'm sorry, it was just too good."  Wow.  I am pretty sure we just set some land-speed record.  I figure he is going to clean up and maybe we will lay down and chat some more and fool around a little but he flatly tells me, "I have to go to work now."

9:00.  I cleaned up very fast.  I needed to get out of the room, out of his sight.  I wanted to keep it together in front of him.  I got into my car and looked at the clock.  You have got to be kidding me!  I drove away and started to cry.  No, I am not crying over the awkwardly bad sex.  Bad sex is annoying but nothing to cry about.  I am crying because for the first time, I saw the real boss.  He was no longer the strong, sexy, powerful take-charge man telling me what to do and fucking me on his terms.  He was an aging, frail, desperate man needing to cling to a piece of his past and trying to forget the burdens of life for a little while.  I am crying because I know I need to write about this, our very last meeting, and I am sad about the ending of our story.  Although, now that I have seen the Wizard, I can go home.

Vacation!

Ok. It's not some fabulous get away to a remote island where you can live vicariously through me and be jealous. Nope, it's an eight hour car ride to my hometown in the south. And it was just what I needed.

Girls are bitches. I get now why guys complain so much. My friend wanted all of my attention then like a switch, none of it. There was no repeat of the hot couch orgasm unfortunately. Feeling used, I needed a break. I wanted to get away from the hubby, away from her, and really far away from the boss. I went to crash in my old bedroom at the parents' house. I went out with some old high school friends and just had fun. Sex was the last thing on my mind which probably explains what happened next...

My friend called me up. We were keeping in touch on Facebook and he knows I am married and he is in a long term committed relationship. It was never sexual for us. We have been friends since we were children. He asked me to come over late and he met me in his driveway and hopped into my car. His child was home and he didn't want to have to explain to his girlfriend who I was since she was the jealous type. We talked like old times and it was fun. Then I noticed he was stroking my hair. Hmmm. Ok. I leaned a bit toward his side to look at his house and he kissed me. Ah-ha! Now I get it. What the hell. It's not every day you get to have a do-over with a high school friend.

I realized he wanted me.  I also realized he was a little shy.  I have a new car (no more stick shift in the rib cage like with the baseball coach).  I continued our mundane conversation as I dropped my armrest and cleaned out the space between our seats.  Then I leaned over and kissed him.  It was perfect.  It wasn't all teeth like my husband, or all pressure like my boss.  it was more like my friend's in that it was soft and light.  My top was moved down and he freed my very lucky left breast.  He cupped it and squeezed it gently while we kissed.  He then moved his lips down to my very erect nipple.  There is something so basic about making out in a car and I love it.  I moved his lips back up to mine and moved my hand to his bulging jeans. 

If I had known then, what I was about to know now, I would have never moved away.  He started to tell me he couldn't promise me anything.  I stopped him and told him I didn't ask for anything and this was just between us.  He unzipped and pulled down his pants to his ankles and I dove face first into his crotch.  His penis was amazing.  Long, thick, pretty.  I began to suck and his moans were letting me know I was doing a good job.  He ulled me up and kissed me again.  I asked if it was alright and he said he didn't want to finish too quickly. I smiled and dove down again but this time I sucked his balls until he begged me for more.  Then before I could finish him, he pulled me up and started undoing my jeans.  I was embarrassed to admit this but I whispered to him that I hadn't shaved.  He assured me he was cool with that and began to rub my clit. I was in an awkward position hovering over him in the car.  I had nowhere to put my hands and I had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling over.  It was intense and if I were single, I would marry him and give him all the babies he wants.  Wait, where was I?

Yes, I came. Hard. I made him stop and then I slipped his cock into my mouth again.  He was forcing it to the back of my throat.  I started to squeeze his balls while he did this and he whispered "Can I come in your mouth?"  I issued the standard "uh-huh" since my mouth was full and he filled my mouth.  He did something though that I haven't seen since the Baseball Coach-  he yelled out when he came as though it were painful.  Mercifully, he didn't cry.  We straightened ourseves out, put our clothes back on, and continued our conversation like it didn't happen.  But it did.  When we were finally ready to part he hugged me so tightly.  All I could do was say "You are a really good friend."  He looked at me and laughed then kissed me goodnight.

I had to leave the next morning for home.  We continue to chat now and then without directly mentioning it.  We are both looking forward to my next trip home.

Allow me to get this off my chest...

I need to say something before I continue. I am a good girl. Usually. I never went crazy in college. I didn't have an experimental phase. In fact, until the affair with the Boss and subsequent AM misadventures, I was only with my husband. Ever. So, the whole notion of being with a woman was never a desire. That said...

Here we were, sitting on her couch. She was pressed against me kissing me and before I could comprehend this my nipple was in her mouth. She twirled her tongue around it before sucking. She was playful at first. It was really good. I moaned a little then she put her hand up my skirt and began to rub around. She paused briefly to express surprise at my completely hairless situation. I just laughed a little. I was in no condition to form words, let alone coherent ones. She began to suck more aggressively at my nipple. She was tugging and biting as she slipped a finger inside me. It was too much to take. I came rather quickly, I am embarrassed to say. She slipped her finger out, licked it, and said to me "let's do this again soon."

Contrary to whatever opinion you all may have formed about me, I am not an overtly sexual person. I don't flirt a lot. I dress conservatively and I have to really know someone before I discuss anything sexual. That is why this whole encounter was so out of left field for me. I am trying to analyze the events of the day to figure it out.

And yes, we are meeting again soon. After all, it's my turn to play!

An interesting twist...

It has been an interesting couple of weeks.  The Boss tried to lure me back.  Insisted he still wanted me.  I stood my ground and denied him.  As I was venting to my friend, I told her everything.  I figured she might think I was terrible for the affair or terrible for continuing it for so long.  She was not repulsed by my confessions.  In fact she moved closer to me and put her arm around me.

I continued to go on and on and I guess that's why I didn't notice her hand on my knee.  Or notice when she leaned in closer.  However, when her hand started to slide up my thigh I noticed. 

What was this???  I have known her for some time.  I guess I didn't know her as well as I thought.  Honestly, I have appreciated the beauty of woman but I never considered being with one.  This was shocking to me and I stopped mid-sentence as I lost my train of thought.

She put her hand under my chin and lifted my face toward hers. Then, before I had a chance to wrap my head around this situation, her lips were pressed against mine and her hand was slowly moving down my blouse and ever so gently squeezing.   This was amazingly good.  I didn't protest. I didn't want this to stop.  I couldn't remember who or what I was complaining about...I just knew I wanted this to continue and it did.  She stopped kissing my my mouth and started to work on my exposed nipple.  I wish I could tell you how I slowly undressed for her but I have no clue how my shirt was opened.  This was such a blur.  I was loving every sweet minute of it and thinking back on it now, I am started to get turned on again. 

This was the craziest, most intense, and most surprising thing I have ever done...and I will tell you all about it...next time. 

Hello Old Friend....

When I last posted I was giving serious thought to delving into a fetish or two.  In the end, the man leading me down that path spooked me just enough to back off.  I re-evaluated what I have been doing.  I stopped my AM account and decided to be a good girl again.  That lasted at least a few days...

Sure enough, just as I had become resolved to behaving like a proper lady, The Boss reappeared.  He was still living with his new girlfriend.  Even though he had brushed me off and I had sworn I wouldn't talk to him anymore, he was begging to see me.  He told me he thought of me every day and I was his addiction.  He begged me to give myself to him again and I balked. 

The pressure from him was getting intense.  He had an out-of-town work thing and begged me to come.  As tempted as I was, I stuck to my guns and declined.  He stopped texting me.  I reached out to him and he brushed me off.  A few days later I was at work checking facebook like everyone else does when I noticed he changed his profile status to engaged.  It felt like a punch to my gut.  Every lie about how much he needed me and wanted me rushed into my mind.  Why the fuck wasn't I good enough???

He posted her picture.

 My jaw dropped.  This woman, whose name I don't even know, could be my sister.  He replaced me with a look-a-like.  I wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry.  Without saying a word, I showed her picture to my friend and she asked if she was related to me.  I felt like I was slapped in the face.

Last night, I got a text from him.  He wanted to stop by.  "I thought you were behaving?" I asked.  "I only misbehave with you." He replied.  "Won't she give you a proper bj?"  "She tries."  I wish I had told him to fuck off. I wish I had told him to forget I exist since he replaced me in every sense.  Instead, I told him no thanks, tonight is not good.

I cannot put this mindfuck of a friendship to rest for good, but I am done.

Down the Rabbit Hole...

I am interrupting the tale of Mr. Rogers for my current escapade. Trust me, you aren't missing a thing.

I am a normal woman.  I have a normal marriage.  I had a normal affair.  I had normal AM experiences.  I like normal.  I have never given much thought to fetishes.  I am aware of them and I have a live and let live attitude when it comes to them.  I never expected to become a part of a fetish scene.

I was on my usual chat site and was having a decent sex chat with a stranger when he kept steering the topic toward his particular kink.  I didn't mind and the act itself wasn't as repulsive to me as some fetishes.  I played along and the more we got into it, the more I liked it.  But it was all talk, right?

I found myself thinking about it all the next day.  I pleasured myself to images of it and sought out groups of like-minded people.  God bless the internetsss.  Then it happened.  I found a post from a man in a nearby town with this particular fetish and a desire to meet someone local.  I couldn't help myself.

We exchanged emails.  Chatted.  Talked on the phone.  The usual questions have been asked and the usual steps taken.  We are meeting later this week and there is no pretense.  We are getting right down to it and taking care of business. 

I have never been into BDSM, or any of the extreme fetishes before when it comes to sexual play but the anticipation of what I am about to do has me floating.  There is the excitement of the new "friend" and the act itself.  There is the fear that if people find out they will never look at me quite the same.  There is a little trepidation that this might only be the beginning for me.  if I can do this, what else will I do?

I probably shouldn't open this door but I just can't help myself....