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....

A New Hope...

Alright.  You have to forgive the cheesy Star Wars reference in the title but I just spent my weekend rewatching all six of the movies and my inner nerd couldn't help itself.  I think it is time to introduce you to someone I will call Mr. Rogers.

Mr. Rogers and I met after he contacted me on AM.  After the usual "getting to know you" dance through texts, emails, and calls, he asked me to meet him.  I told him which town I live in and was shocked when he gave me his address.  He is  approximately ten minutes from my home.  Howdy neighbor.  Will this end horribly???  Well, you will just have to wait and see...

I only had thirty minutes to escape.  He asked me to come over to his house and although I felt very nervous about that, I agreed.  I followed his directions and soon was knocking on the door of a perfectly nice house in a perfectly nice neighborhood.  Mr. Rogers answered the door and thankfully he looked like his picture.  I stepped inside and he closed the door.  I laughed about how nervous I was to meet him. He then pulled me in close and kissed me very deeply.  I felt it down to my toes.  It was very good and yet things were happening so fast I couldn't think. 

He removed my pants and asked me if I wanted to sit on his couch.  As we walked the four steps he effortlessly lost his pants and as I sat down he was all over me.  Kissing me, lifting my blouse and sucking my nipples, rubbing my clit with his hand.  The next thing I knew he was licking and sucking my clit while his finger slipped inside me preparing me for his cock. It was hard to relax and let go but he felt so good.  He was heavier than his profile and although his weight is not a problem for me, he was on top of me and I knew if things went bad, I was in trouble.  He slipped his hard dick inside me and  was  thrusting deeper and deeper until we both came.  I knew I was past my thirty minutes and I had to get out of there.  I cleaned myself up and as I was leaving he grabbed my arm and told me next time we would talk before we fucked so I wouldn't be so nervous.

I broke every rule I have for myself.  He is practically a neighbor, I fucked him on his living room sofa with pictures of his wife and kids staring at me, and I barely know him.
This is probably another bad idea but I was always taught to be kind to the neighbors.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

Turkey, football, family.  I love the fall holidays.

I can beg the Husband.  I can plead.  He will refuse.  Unless, of course, we have an overnight guest.  For whatever reason, the Husband gets aroused and playful when we are surrounded by friends or family.  For example...

Thanksgiving.

Parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews crowded my tiny house and sacked out anywhere they could find a spot.  As we settled in to bed he whispers into my ear... "I want your ass."  Great.  He not only wants sex, he wants anal sex.  He will not wait for everyone to go to sleep.  He tells me to be a nice quiet girl.  He slips my pants and underwear down in one quick motion.  He rolls me over onto my stomach and I hear the lube being squirted onto his hand.  The cold slick lube makes me gasp and he uses his fingers to prepare me.  He is anxious to begin and he quickly slides his very hard cock into my ass.  I want to moan from pleasure but I am afraid one of the twenty guests will hear me. 

It becomes a game.  He knows I have extremely intense orgasms from this type of play and my audible expression of pleasure is usually beyond my control.  He is thrusting into me harder and deeper trying to make me yell out.  I bury my face into the pillow and everytime I want to cry out I think about that oh-so awkward breakfast talk awaiting me if I do. 

He finally finishes and we hit the shower.  I don't know why company makes him so playful but it is another reason I love the holidays.  Bring on the Christmas guests!

Idle hands...

So I get a day to myself. Completely alone. Should I rake up the leaves in my yard? Nope. Clean up the house for the upcoming crush of holiday guests. No, that can wait. Maybe I should sit down and figure out a solution to the country's financial woes? No, I have a better idea. I am going to spend the entire day in bed with my vibrator.
Bisous! Are you sure you are up to the challenge? Well, there is only one way to know...

As soon as the house empties, I lock the doors, strip down naked, and grab my trusted friend. I am shocked at how quickly I came the first time. Within ten minutes of my adventure I was having a lovely intense orgasm. Today is going to be a great day.

I continued on. Bringing myself to orgasm over and over and over. I would pause only to catch my breath then begin again. Each time was just as good as the time before but I was taking longer and longer to get there.

Finally, after three hours of my self-indulgence I decided to change it up. I logged into my favorite adult chat site and within 2 minutes I had messages from ten men. One of them caught my eye... It couldn't be, could it?

It was the pilot! I ignored him at first. Surely he remembered my screen name, right? Nope. He was using all of he same lines on me. I was amused but this was mean. I had to stop him...

I know who you are [real name].

He logged off instantly and I gave myself the best, most intense, toe-curling, scream out loud orgasm of the day.

It is good to have a day off.