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A third……

23 Aug

Tom and I have talked about getting together with another woman.  Strangely enough my fiancé put an ad on Craig’s list saying we are looking for a girl to join.  First yuck I don’t want to meet anyone through Craig list.  He did it just to see he says.  Second the only response he got was a 50-year-old man who wanted to join, gross!  With my fiancé we can meet people and get to know them.  I’ve been with about 5 women.  I love how they feel.  How they smell.  I love feeling their hair fall against me.  Their hands on my breasts.  I love going down on them.  My tongue caressing the soft folds of their pussy.  Feeling that silky wetness in my mouth.  I get so turned on by seeing my man kissing another woman.  Watching them fuck gets me so wet.  Watching my lovers cock stretching her pussy.  Watching the flesh pull a little as he pulls out.  Fucking hot.  Alas I have not been with a woman for a few years now.  Since I had the babes I’m not in the shape I like to be in.  Also with the little ones we don’t go out as much so it’s harder to meet some one.  I can’t really pick up on some one in the grocery store for a threesome.  With Tom he has some friends that would be interested but they aren’t my regular type.  He has an account for an adult personal add.  He is on there with one of his friends not his wife.  At first I thought no way.  He gave me the password and told me to look arround.  After browsing the profiles I think it might be possible but I’m really scared of herpes and other yucky things.  If you rember I had Tom get a full check out blood drawn and all.  Well maybe I’ll try it, post a profile and meet some others who want to play.  I sure want to see Tom fuck some chick.  I know he wants to see me eat some pussy.  Who knows just gotta keep my eyes looking for opportunity!  Maybe I can live my dream with Tom.  My fiancé and I were kinda seeing this chick.  She was a preschool teacher.  Totally cute and sweet.  Fair skin, red hair, freckles on her nose and she wore glasses.  We talked about living together and raising a family.  My fiancé and I would work and she would be home with the babies.  I think that would be perfect a woman and a man to be with.  Two extra hands to help around the house.  Well that was my dream.  It would be weird now because the kids are big enough to ask about why is there another woman living at home.  Under the right circumstances I’d still be in.

Rambeling about myself…..

14 Aug

In a nut shell my situation is this.  I’m with my fiancé who I’ve been together with for 15 years now.  We have been together since high school.  We have two kids under the age of 5, two dogs, a house and two cars.  Kinda like the American dream right?  Well that’s the short version.  I feel the need to give the long version now. 

We are both high school drop-outs.  I some have a great job even though I’m quite the fuck up.  I’ve smoked weed well over half of my time on this earth.  I got my job at before they started drug testing.  I enjoy using a variety of tamer drugs for recreation when the time is right.  Before my kids I used to trip about once a month.  Do E about every so often and do blow well probably 4-5 nights a week.  Don’t even ask about the drinking.  Even with all this I always showed up to work and performed.  I have a grow room all my own.  When it’s working I stay up late caring for my ladies and playing chemist with all the supplements that a hydro system needs.  I listen to metal, psychobilly, reggae and rock.  I’m just starting to get into punk.  I love to go to shows and even though I’m too old for this shit I love to bounce around in a mosh pit.  Now instead of a Slayer pit I stick to the more tame ones.  Even though I have two little kids I still like to have a good time, but I will not let my wants get in the way of caring for them and protecting them.  I have scaled back my partying a ton.  In fact now it’s probably 2 – 3 nights a year that I get crazy and that’s only when the kids are safely staying with a family member.  I’m learning how to live a “normal” life.  My co-workers mostly don’t know about my tendency to party.  They for sure don’t know I’m bi.  I feel like I have to keep so much of my self separate from parts of my life.  My work has social events some times you bring your spouse.  I have trouble bringing my fiancé because of all the stuff he cannot talk about.  Plus with no career or job he kinda doesn’t fit in.  I think sometimes like I’m an undercover freak.

Now I’ve got a new secret in my life Tom.  He doesn’t do drugs or smoke.  He has a job.  He was in the military for 10 years.  He does like to go to shows and he loves me.  I think he is the closest to a normal person who loves me ever.  I broke up with my fiancé once and I started dating a chef who was also a large-scale grower close to normal but not so much.  He had 10lbs of weed in his back room and half a pound of psychedelic mushrooms and the underside of his deck was double grow room.  Now I have a guy who is interested in me that would match up with how normal my life has become.  I could take him with me to the normal events and I wouldn’t have to remind him of what not to talk about.  I’ve told him about as much of my life as he would listen too.  I’d feel comfortable telling him anything he wants to know.  He says he’d be OK if I still chose to do drugs for fun.  He’s OK with me liking women ( guess what guy wouldn’t be).  He even said he would be OK letting me fuck another guy if it made me happy.  I love the way I feel when I’m talking to him.  When I’m with him.  He lives 700 miles from me.  He is married, they have a house, two dogs and two cars and a person they take care of.  We’ve only been in the same place a total of 6 days.  3 of those days were only a few hours.  I am so drawn to him.  When we talk about sex I’m so turned on by him.  When we talk about everyday stuff I want to be there.  When we talk about meeting I’m ready to run to him.  Still I don’t know where this will lead.  My heart is getting way to wrapped up in this and I’m starting to lose it.  My life was already complicated but now it’s dizzying. 

Some times I wonder why don’t I just say good-bye to both of them.  One doesn’t help me much and sometimes drags me down.  The other is, well, unavailable.  Then I think who would know me and love me.  I need a decent person to be with me and my kids and what decent person would like me with my crazy ways.  Maybe I’m over thinking this but it keeps coming back arround in my head.  I think I’ll do what I’ve always done.  Look forward, work hard and keep being me.

What what in the butt……

14 Aug

I was checking out my blog stats.  This is my first blog so I am very interested to see how it works.  I noticed some one had found this blog by searching “felt him cumming”, so I tried to find the blog using that as a search. 

I didn’t find my blog but I did find a forum discussing anal sex.  I’ve done it in the butt before.  OK, more than a few times, but always when I was really fucked up.  I’m pretty sure this forum started with the question is there any health problems with too much anal sex.  The folks in the forum reassured the asker there there is no problem with lots of butt sex.  People were talking about doing 6 times per day.  One couple says they have not had vaginal intercourse for over a year and a half because they liked doing it in the butt so much.  They are taking about how they like to feel the warmth as their man cums in their ass.  The men are saying what an amazing orgasm this produces.  Reading all this is getting me fucking horny. 

When I’m turned on like this I’m thinking of Tom.  I start to text him the short version of this story.  He has never had anal sex.  I really get off on pleasing him.  I’m telling him if he were here right now I would let him try with me.  I’m inside my office and my texts aren’t sending so I go outside and lay on the grass.  I’m so fucking wet that I think I could feel my juices sliding down my lips. 

He’s telling me how if the reading about anal is getting me going to read about two girl one guy threesomes.  I remind him I need no extra push to go there.  I love going down on a girl.  Just have to find the right girl that is usually the only trouble with that.  So as I’m laying on the grass in the sunshine I text him, “I’m so fucking wet and I think my…..” .  I say I’m not sure if I can say it.  He texted back, “You can’t say something to me?”.  With the strange dynamic of our relationship we I believe hold almost nothing back from each other.  It was a totally valid question.  So I say it,”I’m really fucking wet and my ass is relaxed.”.  I tell him it’s like my dirty mind is getting my body ready.  He says for my dick?  Of course my answer is yes.  He tells me he is getting hard just thinking about it.  We talk about how much I want to eat some pussy while he fucks me from behind.  How next time we are together it will be more adventurous. 

It’s funny we had talked about a lot of this stuff before.  Dirty stuff, kinky stuff, rough stuff.  When he said he loved me I warned him, “How can I be your dirty sex toy if you love me?  Can you choke, whip and sodomize the one you love?”  We laughed about it, but when it came time to be with him we were very sweet to each other.  The most we strayed away from making love was him pulling my hair.  I wonder how it will be when we meet again?  He is very sensitive to my reactions.  He is attentive to my body.  I’d love to try more with him because not only will be be very aware of my pleasure but I really get off on his.  I have this strong desire to make him happy.  So as we were talking I was so horny that I had to cum.  I came back to my desk and rubbed one out in my chair.  It was hard to concentrate for a while but I got back on track and finished my day. 

I didn’t hear from Tom that night.  My damn girlyness started to make me think he only responded when I started talking about sex, really dirty sex.  That’s all he wants me for.  Then I saw a post on Facebook he was at the races.  He was too busy to text.  He sent me a goodnight note later and I felt so much better.  I can’t believe how horny he makes me.

Jealous….Who, me?

25 Jul

I’m not the jealous type. I’m kinda pretty and have big boobs and nice curves. What guy wouldn’t want me (said with a half cocked smile)? On top of it I like girls. If a hot girl is hitting on my man I’m in there trying to see if she likes me too! I have had more than one person ask how I keep from being jealous. So now I have this weird situation. Tom is very good with the ladies. I find that very attractive. I get turned on thinking of these things but I also have a new and different feeling that is coming along with it, jealousy. I think it’s because they can be with him, those women are there with him. His storeys become kinda bitter-sweet. If I could just get my hands on him more frequently I think would be only sweet and possibly really hot! I don’t want him to change a thing other than being so far away.

I was getting in deeper than I thought…..

24 Jul

I would talk to him on my lunch breaks or sneak away from my house late at night, send text messages. The everyday stuff he does, always working on something around the house, fixing cars, painting, helping others and doing housework all made my fiancé pale in comparison. He had lived in amazing places I’d only dreamed of visiting. He has friends all over. Lovers that he would buy plane tickets to see. He tours with the band and seen a bunch of amazing shows going back stage at many of them. Skateboarding, off roading, snowboarding, camping, biking….he seemed to be all about hard work, adventure and passion. He talked about being with several girls at once. Making out with girls that had crushes on him. It all sounds like so much fun. I love girls, I love adventure and the more he told me I started to realize I love him. I kept telling myself it’s just the idea of him I’m falling for, but I could tell I was lying.

The second night……

23 Jul

I had dinner with one of my co-workers. We went to a cool bar where we did pub trivia. We talked a lot about work. I love my job. After trivia was running kinda late. My friend “Tom” from the previous night had said his friends were meeting at 11 o’clock that night so I texted him to make sure it was still the case. After trivia my coworker and I walked over to the bar/pool hall. I loved the place, the crowed was awesome, it was packed. It was buy one get one free beer. Fucking awesome! My co-worker and I sat down with my new friend “Tom” we were all talking. He was so comfortable, he had such great stories and he shared his free tater tots. When my co-worker left we joined the group. His friends were very nice. We all talked and drank. I felt like I wasn’t a stranger. This time I didn’t bring my rental car knowing I don’t want to drive drunk. Tom drove me home when the bar closed. He was so sweet and gave me a friendly hug as I left to go up to my room. Closing down the bar again. Forgetting to check in with my fiancé again.