The saga continues...
THURSDAY - FEB 21st
Thursday morning I woke up overall feeling like shit, but still horny as hell for Mr. Yummy. He was still sleeping, of course, and I was tempted to slide under the covers and wake him up. ;) But I decided, yet again, that I would behave myself, so I went into the kitchen and made myself some coffee.
While I was sitting in the livingroom having my coffee, just trying to wake up and control myself from molesting Mr. Yummy, I get a text message from Big T, wanting to know what I was up to. For the next hour or so, she and I sent text messages back and forth having a conversation about our latest potential playmates. See, the night of the whole hot tub incident, Big T was there, and she kinda-sorta hooked up that night with one of Mr. Yummy's friends.
Keep in mind as I continue "The Yum Factor", Big T is also married, but she doesn't have permission to go out and play like I do. As a matter of fact, her hubby is a rather jealous man, to the point that he won't even let Big T and I play around, which is something she and I have been teasing each other about for years. I actually teased him one night about it, and he told me, in a stern tone, to stay away from his wife - that she was HIS. So you can only imagine how he would react if he found out she was messing around with another man. Big T and I have also known each other for about 12 years, and she is very used to hearing me talk about my lifestyle. She has known about it for a very long time, and is one of the few people that I can share things with. And in the process of sharing with her, I don't judge her for her indescretions while she is sharing all the naughtyness she's been up to. Anyway...
That morning while I was at Mr. Yummy's having coffee, she and I sent cutesy girly messages back and forth to each other, talking about "the boys". I was telling her what happened the night before, and she was telling me how she couldn't wait to see "her man" again. The conversation ended, but not before finalizing some plans we had for Friday night.
I was hoping that if I sat there long enough, Mr. Yummy would eventually crawl out of bed and have a cup of coffee with me, but to no avail. Sleeping Beauty was still snoring when Big T and I got done having our text conversation, so I decided to head home.
By the time I got home, it was lunch time, so I got in touch with Hubby and we met at BK for lunch. While we sat there eating, I filled him in on what had happened the night before. Then I told him to PLEASE have that conversation with Mr. Yummy SOON, and he agreed that he would talk to him the next time he saw him. For the rest of the day, I just chilled out. That night Hubby and I had a really good romp, and then we fell asleep cuddling. Awwww. hehe
FRIDAY - FEB 22nd
Yay for Friday! Big T and I had plans that night to go to a sex toy party. When the time came, Big T picked me up, along with Beauty, who was also going with us. The plan was that we were going to go to this party, then we were going to head to the watering hole, where Hubby was going to meet up with us, along with Mr. Yummy, and Big T's playboy, as well as a few other friends. I had high hopes for the night. ;)
While we were on our way to the toy party, I was telling Big T about a text message I had received from JJ that afternoon, telling me yet again how she had gone out with Mr. Yummy the night before. I started bitching about how I was sick and tired of her rubbing that in my face. Then we talked about how I had given JJ the chance to tell me to back off, but she never did, and how I wouldn't do that shit to a girlfriend. Big T agreed, and emphatically stated that she could never do that to a friend either.
There is something else you need to know about Big T. I have known for years that she has a crush on my husband. And, again, she knows about our lifestyle. She also has yet to be faithful to anyone she's in a relationship with. She is divorced and remarried, and she has hinted more than once over the years that she would like to f* my husband. She is constantly flirting with him. I don't mind women flirting with my husband - it's good for his ego! The only problem for me where she is concerned is that I was actually a little jealous of Big T, because she is VERY flirty overall and she's damn good at it. So I had one rule with Hubby - he can F* anyone he wants, just not Big T. My issues with her are that I was afraid she'd try to steal my husband, because she's all cute and shit, and she has said to me more than once that Hubby is the kind of man she likes. I also know by other things she's said and done that she has no scruples when it comes to getting what she wants, and I didn't want her coming in between Hubby and me. Plus, I have issues with being compared to anyone in bed. Call it my little insecurity. So anyway, one day I confided in Big T. She knew that Hubby wasn't allowed to mess around with her, and about two months ago I finally told her why. Her reaction was that she felt very complimented by that, as she should be. But I felt secure enough in our friendship that I didn't have a problem telling her.
So anyway, we get to the toy party that night, and we have great time! We're teasing each other, waving vibrators and dildo's around, taste-testing yummy creams and lubes, lol - just being goofy and having fun. We all bought some toys, among other things, then we headed out to the watering hole.
When we got to the watering hole that night, we were all jazzed up because of just having come from that toy party. I have to say, I bought this cream for my nipples - OMG! It had my nipples all tingly and perky, and it was making me horny as hell. Knowing that Mr. Yummy was coming out, and that he and Hubby were finally going to talk - add the fact that I had this delicious fire spreading around my nipples - all I kept thinking was I'm finally going to have my way with Mr. Yummy, and it's about damn time!
So Hubby arrived at the watering hole, and not soon after, Mr. Yummy and the rest of the boys walked in. Everyone said hello with the usual hugs and hand-shakes, we all ordered a round of drinks, and then I watched Mr. Yummy disappear over to the Black Jack tables, without saying another word to either me or Hubby. I'm thinking to myself, "not again." Seriously. This guy needs to decide what the hell he's going to do, because I'm starting to get really tired of this little game.
Eventually, Mr. Yummy comes back from the Black Jack tables, and takes a seat at the bar, right behind where Hubby and I were sitting at a table. I had stood up to use the restroom about the time he walked up, and Mr. Yummy made some comment to Hubby. I didn't hear what he said. But at that moment, I pulled Mr. Yummy and Hubby close together and said, "Would you two please have that talk? I don't know how much more of this I can take!" With that, I walked away and went to the restroom.
When I returned from the restroom, Mr. Yummy and Hubby were talking. Finally! They must have talked for about half an hour. I took it as a good sign, because they were both smiling and joking around in the process.
Finally, Hubby returned to his seat. I walked up to Hubby and asked him if everything was okay. Hubby said, "Yes, it's all good." Then I walked up to Mr. Yummy. Mind you, I'm thinking "it's all good" means we were going to have some fun that night. So I asked Mr. Yummy, "Everything okay?" He says, with a big smile on his face, "Yeah! Everythings great! We've got it all worked out, but I am more comfortable with a threesome with you two, if that's okay?" Are you serious??? OF COURSE it's okay!! So I told him, "Yes, that's definitely okay with me." Then I moved in to give him a kiss on the lips, and before I get there, he takes a step back and says, "But not tonight." Uh, what???
If Mr. Yummy is trying to torcher me, he's doing a damn fine job of it! I ask you again, just how much, exactly, is one woman supposed to take? I mean, really.
After telling me, "Not tonight", I asked him if he already had plans. His answer: "Sort of." I was actually cool with that. Mr. Yummy can have all the fun he wants, just so long as I get my fun too.
So, more than a little dissappointed, but still trying to maintain my composure over it, I walked over to Hubby after that, told him what Mr. Yummy had just said, and I said, "I don't understand what's going on." Hubby told me not to worry about it, that they had a good talk. He also said that he told Mr. Yummy the ball was in his court. I assumed that to mean that Mr. Yummy would work it out and make his move when he was ready. But again, seriously, I can not figure out what the hell he's waiting for. The night I stayed at his house, I had asked him if he'd ever had a threesome. He told me that he had, before he got married, and he sounded quite comfortable with the idea. So, given what Mr. Yummy told me, and Hubby telling me not to worry, I got the impression that the two of them were going to surprise me one night. Yay for me! And, of course, you know my panties were dripping wet at the thought of it! With all that said, I sat down with Hubby, had another drink or two, then we headed out of the bar.
On the way to the car, we see Big T and her boy toy. Things didn't look good. She was trying to snuggle up to him, while working her "magic", and he was pushing her away. Apparently her boy toy found out she was married and he wasn't having any of that. Doh! I could have sworn she said he knew, but I guess that wasn't the case, Well, she got pissed off and walked away with an attitude. Okay, so I'd be a little pissy too, but I feel that if you are going to play the game, you need to be honest in the process, or be willing to accept the consequences. But, like I said, she has no scruples when it comes to getting what she wants. Even so, I was worried about how she was going to get home, so I tried to talk her into going with Hubby and I. She wasn't having any of that, and she stomped away. Hey - she's all grown up and can take care of herself - plus I knew Beauty was around somewhere, and she had Big T's car, so I let her go and got in the car with Hubby.
When Hubby and I got home, I told him I hoped he was ready, because I needed his cock in a big way, and within a matter of seconds, he was hard as rock! (Gotta love a man who can perform on demand - *grins*) So he bent me over the bed, and we f*ed like rabbits to the point of exhaustion, then we curled up in bed together and fell asleep.
Yum Factor - Part 4 soon to be revealed...
xoxo
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
The Yum Factor - part 2
A lot has happened since I started blogging about Mr. Yummy on Saturday, so I will try to give as much of a "to the point" explanation as I can. We all know how I love to give details, so please bear with me. ;)
SUNDAY - FEB 17th
Sunday rolls around. In the early afternoon, while I'm still working, I got a call from Mr. Yummy telling me he was having a party at his house that night, and he wanted me and Hubby to come if we could. At that point I was still waiting for Hubby to get home from his camping trip, so I told Mr. Yummy I would mention it to Hubby when he got back, and I'd let him know if we'd be able to make it. Of course, I wasn't thinking for a second that we wouldn't make it. I already knew about the party anyway, and with our recent conversations, kisses, and hard-ons, the only thing going through my mind was that Mr. Yummy and Hubby were going to have "the talk", and that night I was going to get to have some fun!
Hubby finally got back from his camping, and stopped by my office to say hello. I told him what had transpired between me and Mr. Yummy over the last two days, and Hubby said, "Of course we'll go to the party!" I sent Mr. Yummy a text message to let him know we'd be there. He sent one back, saying, "Nice!" That left a smile on my face as I finished out my day at work.
We got to the party around 9:00. When we arrived, there was a house-full of people, with more than half of them sitting around Mr. Yummy's coffee table playing drinking games. Hubby and I walked in and started to mingle with the remainder of the crowd. Yet again, it turns out that Hubby and I are the oldest ones there. (We really need to find some friends our own age, lol)
Aside from saying hello to us when we walked in, Mr. Yummy really didn't talk to us too much that night. Most of the time, he was sitting at the coffee table playing drinking games. I have to add that the girls sitting there were also the same 20 year olds that were in the hot tub that Friday night. The few times that Mr. Yummy did talk to us, it was low-key conversation, and I was getting yet another impression that he was feeling uncomfortable. Hubby noticed it too.
Eventually, Mr. Yummy walked away from the drinking games and headed to his basement where he has a room set up for jam sessions. He plays guitar and drums. We had talked previously about he and I getting together to jam, because I also sing, so I used that as my opportunity to get some time with him. He wasn't down there very long when he saw me, then he grabbed my hand and led me back upstairs. He grabbed his acoustic guitar on the way, and we headed to his office where he started to play for me. Then we found a few songs that we both knew together, and we had a mini jam session. Because of all the people that followed us into his office, I was unable to do anything but behave myself. And the few rare instances when we were alone, neither one of us made any moves. Rather than rock the boat, because there were so many people in the house, I decided I'd just bide my time until Hubby could at least get him alone and have that talk.
After making a little music together, of the literal variety, lol, Mr. Yummy and I headed back to the party. For the rest of the night, he barely said two words to me, and again, Hubby commented on how he felt like we were being avoided. We just let it go, with the thought that everyone is really starting to get drunk at this point, and maybe it would be better if we waited to have this "talk" after the party started to thin out. By now, it's about 1:00 a.m., and again I have to work in the morning.
We continued to party for another hour or so, and people finally started to head out the door. You can only imagine that the anticipation is killing me at this point. Then I look over to find Mr. Yummy's arm wrapped around one of the young girls that was there. He's holding her hand, stroking her shoulder ... okay, I can't take any more of this shit. I grabbed my coat, then and there, and told Hubby it was time to go. Then I walked over to Mr. Yummy and whispered in his ear, "I don't understand your 'interest'." He asked if that was why we were leaving, and I said, "Yes." Then I told him, "I'm no dummy. If you put a 20 year old and a 40 year old in a room together with a man, and you told the man he could have his pick, most men would go for the 20 year old every time." Then I said a few things about feeling ignored and dropped like a hot potato for a twenty year old. He said they were just friends, blah, blah, blah... Yeah, right, and I'm Mother Teresa! I said, "We were going to talk to you tonight." He said, "We will talk soon." I walked out of the house, mumbling again about how I won't compete with a 20 year old.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this. I'm getting very frustrated - Either he wants to F* or he doesn't.
WEDNESDAY - FEB 20th
I worked all day Monday, because it was President's Day. On and off, all day, I thought about Mr. Yummy, trying to make some sense of his actions, or lack there of, the night before. Is it just me? I mean, if a man tells you that he wants to F* you, wouldn't the normal course of action be to get it worked out, then have some fun? I'm not used to a man telling me he wants me, only to end up ignoring me. All I kept telling myself was that he must just be feeling really uncomfortable about this, and unsure of how he's supposed to act. I tried to let it go after that.
Then Tuesday comes and goes, and I pretty much spent the day cleaning house and napping, while trying to recover from the weekend.
Finally, Wednesday night rolls around, and it's Ladies Night! Yay for Ladies Night! I could use some real fun after what happened over the past weekend. I started thinking about G-Man again, hoping maybe he'd come out that night, and that maybe at least he and I could have some fun. So I went through my day, looking forward to going out, anticipating better times ahead.
When I got to the watering hole that night, my intentions were to take it easy on the drinking. I was really feeling the toll from the previous weekend, and if G-Man showed up, I didn't want any more issues with his waterbed, lol. Plus, Fancy was out of town for the week, so if I needed a place to stay, I was shit out of luck. I really wasn't expecting Mr. Yummy to show up, because he works mid-shift during the week.
Well, don't you know, G-Man never showed up that night. Little JJ showed up though, and when she did, she and I started doing shots. Then she tells me that Mr. Yummy will be showing up that night too.
You have to know by now, even with the way he's been acting, all you have to do is tell me I'm going to see Mr. Yummy and my panties start getting wet! I can't help it. This guy really has that affect on me.
About a half hour after JJ tells me he's coming, Mr. Yummy walks into the watering hole, looking just as cute and sexy as he always does. He walks over to me and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then we all order a round of drinks, and the party continues.
Again, I can't help myself, and I start flirting with Mr. Yummy. But there's one problem, and that's Little JJ. She's starting to flirt with him too.
Let me fill you in on Little JJ and Mr. Yummy...
A few weeks ago, before all this started with me and Mr. Yummy, Little JJ started getting the hots for him. But according to her, all she wants to do is have sex with him, because she has a man. Although, also according to her, her "man" is out of town right now for a few weeks, and she doesn't want to mess things up with him by having sex with someone else. The night they met, she was hanging all over Mr. Yummy, and actually ended up spending the night with him. But they both say all they did was watch movies, and then go to sleep. Yeah, right - but, whatever - it's none of my business.
Since that night, though, I guess they've become friends. They had some sort of bet for the Superbowl, which she lost, and now she owes him a blowjob. He's been trying to get her to "pay her debt", but she's suddenly become a chicken shit and won't do it - which leads me to believing that they really didn't have sex the night she stayed with him. I mean, if they'd had sex, then I wouldn't think giving him a blowjob would be much of an issue. Would you? Anyway, I'm under the impression that there's nothing going on between them. But, I want to make sure before he and I do anything. I'm not the type to sleep with someone else's crush, or whatever you want to call it, so one night on the phone I asked her about it.
When JJ and I talked, she sounded pretty sincere in the fact that she wasn't interested in Mr. Yummy that way. She is one of the few people I hang out with that is aware of my lifestyle, because she and I have been intimate. So I asked her if she would have a problem if I hooked up with Mr. Yummy, and she says, "No - not at all - we're just friends." I'm thinkin', Yay - then I'm going for it, but I didn't say that to her.
Well, since then, everytime she spends time with Mr. Yummy, she lets me know about it. And one of our nights out, after she and I had our talk, Mr. Yummy was out with us, and HE told me that she said to him that night that she wanted to F* him. I cringed at that and told him that I wasn't going there with him if he had an interest in JJ like that. He said, "No - I just want the blowjob she owes me, and that's it." The plot thickens...
So on this particular Wednesday night, again, here comes Mr. Yummy. And as soon as I start flirting with him, JJ starts laying it on pretty heavy. That pissed me off big time, but rather than cause problems, I'd rather walk away. I don't feel that I need to be competitive when it comes to men. There were at least three other men in that bar that night that would F* me if I asked them too, so it wasn't worth going there with JJ.
On that note, I walked away and left JJ and Mr. Yummy sitting there doing whatever the hell they were doing, and I spied Biker Dude, whom I have been trying to hook up with for over a year now. I went over and flirted with him for a little bit. That's our relationship - we flirt good together, lol! Then one of Biker Dude's buddies walks up, and he and I played it cool after that. So we all sat and talked for a few, then I walked away to get another drink.
I went back to where Mr. Yummy and JJ were sitting, and oddly enough, they weren't even talking. Don't know what happened there, but as soon as I started talking to Mr. Yummy again, JJ got very animated and started hanging all over him again. Okay, enough of this shit, already! I had a pretty good buzz going, but I decided to go ahead and drive home. I can only take so much.
As soon as I grabbed my coat, Mr. Yummy takes my arm and tells me I shouldn't drive home - that I should stay at his house that night. I looked at him a little stunned, because that's the last thing I was expecting. So then he grabs my keys, and says, "Let's go." He even held my hand as he walked me to my truck. Then he put me in the passenger's seat, got behind the wheel of my truck, and we left.
As we're driving off, he mentions that he's hungry and asks me if I mind going to breakfast with him. Of course I didn't mind, and at that point food would do me good, so I said, "Sure." We went to some truck stop for breakfast, where we also met up with a few of his other friends. We had a nice breakfast together, laughing and carrying on. I have no idea what happened to JJ.
After breakfast, we said our goodbyes, and Mr. Yummy and I headed to his house. On the way to his house, we started to talk about our last few nights out, and open marriages.
Now here's a little info about Mr. Yummy...He is recently divorced. I can't remember how long they were married, but his ex was more than a little on the whacked side. She actually accused him of being a sex-addict, because he liked to look at porn. Pul-leezzzzze! She even made him go to counciling because of it. They hardly ever had sex, and when they did, it was pretty much just straight sex. And God-forbid the man ever even looked at another woman. She would go off the deep end! Wanna hear the kicker?? She now works in a strip joint - as a stripper. No shit! Poor Mr. Yummy. :(
So anyway, now they're divorced. Yay for Mr. Yummy! lol And, of course, being only 28 years old, he's ready to go out and have some fun! So while we were talking, I asked him what his interest was in me, "Are you just looking for someone new to f*?" He said, "Yes. Is that okay?" I told him, "Yes, it's absolutely okay. I don't want a serious relationship out of this. For me, it's all about having some fun!" He says, "That's it exactly! I'm just looking for new experiences." Then I said to him, "Good! Then would you please have that conversation with Hubby, so we can get to the fun part?!" He laughed at that, and then told me that he hopes I understand why he's been holding off, because he just wants to make sure Hubby is cool with all this. I told him I respected the fact that he wants to talk to Hubby, and I am eagerly awaiting the "fun part!" lol
Now Mr. Yummy and I are in his house - alone. Both of us are pretty pumped-up and unable to go to bed just yet, so he throws in a movie, and he and I continue our conversation. We talked about a lot of things - his ex; his lack of sex with the ex; my open-marriage and how his ex would have never gone for anything like that...then the conversation turns to giving a few details about what I like sexually. By now I'm dripping wet and so ready to just F* the hell out of him, but I'm trying so hard to behave myself until he's had that conversation with Hubby. In the meantime, I decided a kiss wouldn't hurt, so I leaned over and kissed him.
We all know how much I love kisses! And when someone is a good kisser, it makes those kisses all the more YUMMY! Mr. Yummy is most definitely a good kisser. Full lips, warm tongue, not too wet, not too dry, and he likes to softly use his teeth too, which is a major turn-on for me! Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum!!!
So we kissed several times. I wouldn't really say we were making out, because it wasn't one long continuous thing - it was more like I couldn't help myself, and I had to keep stealing those yummy kisses from him, which he returned in kind.
Finally he says he's ready to go to bed. I said okay, and we headed towards the bedrooms. But before we went our seperate ways, I had to steal one last kiss from him, and we stood in the hallway and kissed. This kiss was the most yummy of all, because it had a lot of umph behind it on his part. I could feel his hunger in that kiss, but still, I knew how he felt about wanting to talk to Hubby, so I walked away and went to the room I was staying in.
I laid in bed for about 15 minutes, and all I could think was how freakin' horny I was. Needless to say, I couldn't sleep, so I went out to the livingroom and smoked a few cigarettes trying to calm my frustration. Finally, I decided to try to get some sleep, and as I'm walking back to my room, Mr. Yummy calls out to me, asking me if the bed was comfortable enough. I said it was fine, and he says to me, "If you want, you can come sleep with me, because I know that bed is hard, and you'd be more comfortable in here." OMG!!! Is he kidding?!?! Here he is pushing the issue about wanting to talk to Hubby, and I'm trying with every ounce of self-control I have to respect that. Now he's going to invite me into his bed, just to sleep???? Not only no, but HELL NO!
I told him, if I crawled in bed with him that I wouldn't be able to behave myself, and that it would be better if I just went back to my room. I'm standing in the middle of the hallway, having this conversation with him from his bedroom, and I was frozen in my steps. Everything in my body wanted to crawl in bed with him. But everything in my head told me to just wait it out - that he and Hubby would talk soon, and then I could devour every inch of him. So I walked back to my room, as horny as I've ever been, and then proceeded to lay in bed for the next two hours trying to maintain some sort of sanity over this. Eventually I fell asleep, only to wake up three hours later, hungover, still horny, and in serious need of some coffee.
More to come...
xoxo
SUNDAY - FEB 17th
Sunday rolls around. In the early afternoon, while I'm still working, I got a call from Mr. Yummy telling me he was having a party at his house that night, and he wanted me and Hubby to come if we could. At that point I was still waiting for Hubby to get home from his camping trip, so I told Mr. Yummy I would mention it to Hubby when he got back, and I'd let him know if we'd be able to make it. Of course, I wasn't thinking for a second that we wouldn't make it. I already knew about the party anyway, and with our recent conversations, kisses, and hard-ons, the only thing going through my mind was that Mr. Yummy and Hubby were going to have "the talk", and that night I was going to get to have some fun!
Hubby finally got back from his camping, and stopped by my office to say hello. I told him what had transpired between me and Mr. Yummy over the last two days, and Hubby said, "Of course we'll go to the party!" I sent Mr. Yummy a text message to let him know we'd be there. He sent one back, saying, "Nice!" That left a smile on my face as I finished out my day at work.
We got to the party around 9:00. When we arrived, there was a house-full of people, with more than half of them sitting around Mr. Yummy's coffee table playing drinking games. Hubby and I walked in and started to mingle with the remainder of the crowd. Yet again, it turns out that Hubby and I are the oldest ones there. (We really need to find some friends our own age, lol)
Aside from saying hello to us when we walked in, Mr. Yummy really didn't talk to us too much that night. Most of the time, he was sitting at the coffee table playing drinking games. I have to add that the girls sitting there were also the same 20 year olds that were in the hot tub that Friday night. The few times that Mr. Yummy did talk to us, it was low-key conversation, and I was getting yet another impression that he was feeling uncomfortable. Hubby noticed it too.
Eventually, Mr. Yummy walked away from the drinking games and headed to his basement where he has a room set up for jam sessions. He plays guitar and drums. We had talked previously about he and I getting together to jam, because I also sing, so I used that as my opportunity to get some time with him. He wasn't down there very long when he saw me, then he grabbed my hand and led me back upstairs. He grabbed his acoustic guitar on the way, and we headed to his office where he started to play for me. Then we found a few songs that we both knew together, and we had a mini jam session. Because of all the people that followed us into his office, I was unable to do anything but behave myself. And the few rare instances when we were alone, neither one of us made any moves. Rather than rock the boat, because there were so many people in the house, I decided I'd just bide my time until Hubby could at least get him alone and have that talk.
After making a little music together, of the literal variety, lol, Mr. Yummy and I headed back to the party. For the rest of the night, he barely said two words to me, and again, Hubby commented on how he felt like we were being avoided. We just let it go, with the thought that everyone is really starting to get drunk at this point, and maybe it would be better if we waited to have this "talk" after the party started to thin out. By now, it's about 1:00 a.m., and again I have to work in the morning.
We continued to party for another hour or so, and people finally started to head out the door. You can only imagine that the anticipation is killing me at this point. Then I look over to find Mr. Yummy's arm wrapped around one of the young girls that was there. He's holding her hand, stroking her shoulder ... okay, I can't take any more of this shit. I grabbed my coat, then and there, and told Hubby it was time to go. Then I walked over to Mr. Yummy and whispered in his ear, "I don't understand your 'interest'." He asked if that was why we were leaving, and I said, "Yes." Then I told him, "I'm no dummy. If you put a 20 year old and a 40 year old in a room together with a man, and you told the man he could have his pick, most men would go for the 20 year old every time." Then I said a few things about feeling ignored and dropped like a hot potato for a twenty year old. He said they were just friends, blah, blah, blah... Yeah, right, and I'm Mother Teresa! I said, "We were going to talk to you tonight." He said, "We will talk soon." I walked out of the house, mumbling again about how I won't compete with a 20 year old.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about this. I'm getting very frustrated - Either he wants to F* or he doesn't.
WEDNESDAY - FEB 20th
I worked all day Monday, because it was President's Day. On and off, all day, I thought about Mr. Yummy, trying to make some sense of his actions, or lack there of, the night before. Is it just me? I mean, if a man tells you that he wants to F* you, wouldn't the normal course of action be to get it worked out, then have some fun? I'm not used to a man telling me he wants me, only to end up ignoring me. All I kept telling myself was that he must just be feeling really uncomfortable about this, and unsure of how he's supposed to act. I tried to let it go after that.
Then Tuesday comes and goes, and I pretty much spent the day cleaning house and napping, while trying to recover from the weekend.
Finally, Wednesday night rolls around, and it's Ladies Night! Yay for Ladies Night! I could use some real fun after what happened over the past weekend. I started thinking about G-Man again, hoping maybe he'd come out that night, and that maybe at least he and I could have some fun. So I went through my day, looking forward to going out, anticipating better times ahead.
When I got to the watering hole that night, my intentions were to take it easy on the drinking. I was really feeling the toll from the previous weekend, and if G-Man showed up, I didn't want any more issues with his waterbed, lol. Plus, Fancy was out of town for the week, so if I needed a place to stay, I was shit out of luck. I really wasn't expecting Mr. Yummy to show up, because he works mid-shift during the week.
Well, don't you know, G-Man never showed up that night. Little JJ showed up though, and when she did, she and I started doing shots. Then she tells me that Mr. Yummy will be showing up that night too.
You have to know by now, even with the way he's been acting, all you have to do is tell me I'm going to see Mr. Yummy and my panties start getting wet! I can't help it. This guy really has that affect on me.
About a half hour after JJ tells me he's coming, Mr. Yummy walks into the watering hole, looking just as cute and sexy as he always does. He walks over to me and gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Then we all order a round of drinks, and the party continues.
Again, I can't help myself, and I start flirting with Mr. Yummy. But there's one problem, and that's Little JJ. She's starting to flirt with him too.
Let me fill you in on Little JJ and Mr. Yummy...
A few weeks ago, before all this started with me and Mr. Yummy, Little JJ started getting the hots for him. But according to her, all she wants to do is have sex with him, because she has a man. Although, also according to her, her "man" is out of town right now for a few weeks, and she doesn't want to mess things up with him by having sex with someone else. The night they met, she was hanging all over Mr. Yummy, and actually ended up spending the night with him. But they both say all they did was watch movies, and then go to sleep. Yeah, right - but, whatever - it's none of my business.
Since that night, though, I guess they've become friends. They had some sort of bet for the Superbowl, which she lost, and now she owes him a blowjob. He's been trying to get her to "pay her debt", but she's suddenly become a chicken shit and won't do it - which leads me to believing that they really didn't have sex the night she stayed with him. I mean, if they'd had sex, then I wouldn't think giving him a blowjob would be much of an issue. Would you? Anyway, I'm under the impression that there's nothing going on between them. But, I want to make sure before he and I do anything. I'm not the type to sleep with someone else's crush, or whatever you want to call it, so one night on the phone I asked her about it.
When JJ and I talked, she sounded pretty sincere in the fact that she wasn't interested in Mr. Yummy that way. She is one of the few people I hang out with that is aware of my lifestyle, because she and I have been intimate. So I asked her if she would have a problem if I hooked up with Mr. Yummy, and she says, "No - not at all - we're just friends." I'm thinkin', Yay - then I'm going for it, but I didn't say that to her.
Well, since then, everytime she spends time with Mr. Yummy, she lets me know about it. And one of our nights out, after she and I had our talk, Mr. Yummy was out with us, and HE told me that she said to him that night that she wanted to F* him. I cringed at that and told him that I wasn't going there with him if he had an interest in JJ like that. He said, "No - I just want the blowjob she owes me, and that's it." The plot thickens...
So on this particular Wednesday night, again, here comes Mr. Yummy. And as soon as I start flirting with him, JJ starts laying it on pretty heavy. That pissed me off big time, but rather than cause problems, I'd rather walk away. I don't feel that I need to be competitive when it comes to men. There were at least three other men in that bar that night that would F* me if I asked them too, so it wasn't worth going there with JJ.
On that note, I walked away and left JJ and Mr. Yummy sitting there doing whatever the hell they were doing, and I spied Biker Dude, whom I have been trying to hook up with for over a year now. I went over and flirted with him for a little bit. That's our relationship - we flirt good together, lol! Then one of Biker Dude's buddies walks up, and he and I played it cool after that. So we all sat and talked for a few, then I walked away to get another drink.
I went back to where Mr. Yummy and JJ were sitting, and oddly enough, they weren't even talking. Don't know what happened there, but as soon as I started talking to Mr. Yummy again, JJ got very animated and started hanging all over him again. Okay, enough of this shit, already! I had a pretty good buzz going, but I decided to go ahead and drive home. I can only take so much.
As soon as I grabbed my coat, Mr. Yummy takes my arm and tells me I shouldn't drive home - that I should stay at his house that night. I looked at him a little stunned, because that's the last thing I was expecting. So then he grabs my keys, and says, "Let's go." He even held my hand as he walked me to my truck. Then he put me in the passenger's seat, got behind the wheel of my truck, and we left.
As we're driving off, he mentions that he's hungry and asks me if I mind going to breakfast with him. Of course I didn't mind, and at that point food would do me good, so I said, "Sure." We went to some truck stop for breakfast, where we also met up with a few of his other friends. We had a nice breakfast together, laughing and carrying on. I have no idea what happened to JJ.
After breakfast, we said our goodbyes, and Mr. Yummy and I headed to his house. On the way to his house, we started to talk about our last few nights out, and open marriages.
Now here's a little info about Mr. Yummy...He is recently divorced. I can't remember how long they were married, but his ex was more than a little on the whacked side. She actually accused him of being a sex-addict, because he liked to look at porn. Pul-leezzzzze! She even made him go to counciling because of it. They hardly ever had sex, and when they did, it was pretty much just straight sex. And God-forbid the man ever even looked at another woman. She would go off the deep end! Wanna hear the kicker?? She now works in a strip joint - as a stripper. No shit! Poor Mr. Yummy. :(
So anyway, now they're divorced. Yay for Mr. Yummy! lol And, of course, being only 28 years old, he's ready to go out and have some fun! So while we were talking, I asked him what his interest was in me, "Are you just looking for someone new to f*?" He said, "Yes. Is that okay?" I told him, "Yes, it's absolutely okay. I don't want a serious relationship out of this. For me, it's all about having some fun!" He says, "That's it exactly! I'm just looking for new experiences." Then I said to him, "Good! Then would you please have that conversation with Hubby, so we can get to the fun part?!" He laughed at that, and then told me that he hopes I understand why he's been holding off, because he just wants to make sure Hubby is cool with all this. I told him I respected the fact that he wants to talk to Hubby, and I am eagerly awaiting the "fun part!" lol
Now Mr. Yummy and I are in his house - alone. Both of us are pretty pumped-up and unable to go to bed just yet, so he throws in a movie, and he and I continue our conversation. We talked about a lot of things - his ex; his lack of sex with the ex; my open-marriage and how his ex would have never gone for anything like that...then the conversation turns to giving a few details about what I like sexually. By now I'm dripping wet and so ready to just F* the hell out of him, but I'm trying so hard to behave myself until he's had that conversation with Hubby. In the meantime, I decided a kiss wouldn't hurt, so I leaned over and kissed him.
We all know how much I love kisses! And when someone is a good kisser, it makes those kisses all the more YUMMY! Mr. Yummy is most definitely a good kisser. Full lips, warm tongue, not too wet, not too dry, and he likes to softly use his teeth too, which is a major turn-on for me! Yum-yum-yum-yum-yum!!!
So we kissed several times. I wouldn't really say we were making out, because it wasn't one long continuous thing - it was more like I couldn't help myself, and I had to keep stealing those yummy kisses from him, which he returned in kind.
Finally he says he's ready to go to bed. I said okay, and we headed towards the bedrooms. But before we went our seperate ways, I had to steal one last kiss from him, and we stood in the hallway and kissed. This kiss was the most yummy of all, because it had a lot of umph behind it on his part. I could feel his hunger in that kiss, but still, I knew how he felt about wanting to talk to Hubby, so I walked away and went to the room I was staying in.
I laid in bed for about 15 minutes, and all I could think was how freakin' horny I was. Needless to say, I couldn't sleep, so I went out to the livingroom and smoked a few cigarettes trying to calm my frustration. Finally, I decided to try to get some sleep, and as I'm walking back to my room, Mr. Yummy calls out to me, asking me if the bed was comfortable enough. I said it was fine, and he says to me, "If you want, you can come sleep with me, because I know that bed is hard, and you'd be more comfortable in here." OMG!!! Is he kidding?!?! Here he is pushing the issue about wanting to talk to Hubby, and I'm trying with every ounce of self-control I have to respect that. Now he's going to invite me into his bed, just to sleep???? Not only no, but HELL NO!
I told him, if I crawled in bed with him that I wouldn't be able to behave myself, and that it would be better if I just went back to my room. I'm standing in the middle of the hallway, having this conversation with him from his bedroom, and I was frozen in my steps. Everything in my body wanted to crawl in bed with him. But everything in my head told me to just wait it out - that he and Hubby would talk soon, and then I could devour every inch of him. So I walked back to my room, as horny as I've ever been, and then proceeded to lay in bed for the next two hours trying to maintain some sort of sanity over this. Eventually I fell asleep, only to wake up three hours later, hungover, still horny, and in serious need of some coffee.
More to come...
xoxo
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Yum Factor - part 1
Another Ladies Night has come and gone, and so has another Friday night, which means the weekend has arrived. I'm at work right now, still buzzin' from last night, but I've got a lot of catching up to do here on my blog, so grab yourself a drink, sit back and relax, and enjoy my latest tales while I try to get through another day at work. ;)
Just as a side note, I'm leaving dates as we go. There's a lot to tell you, so I just want to give you a timeline that's a little easier to follow.
FRIDAY - FEB. 15th
You already know that I usually only go out on Wednesday nights. It's actually pretty rare for me to go out on the weekends, because I have to work. Well, early last Friday I got a phonecall from Big T asking me if I wanted to go to the watering hole with her. I really wasn't so interested because, again, I had to work Saturday morning. I told her I'd think about it and get back to her. For about an hour she sent me text messages after that, trying to talk me into it, lol. I started considering it, because Big T and I haven't really been out together in a while, but I still hadn't given her an answer.
That same day, Hubby was leaving for the weekend to go on a camping trip with his buddies. At the same time, all my Texas family were gathering in Texas to party for the weekend, and I was really bummed that I wasn't able to join them. The further the day progressed, the more I started to consider going out with Big T.
Somewhere around 3:30 or so in the afternoon, I got another text message, only this time it was from Little JJ, a girl that I usually hang out with on Wednesday nights. She was also getting in touch to try to talk me into going out that Friday night. I told her I was thinking about it, and that I'd get back to her. And again, for the next hour, I got more text messages trying to talk me into going out.
At the same time all these text messages were coming in, Hubby was also hitting the road for his camping trip. Then, right after Hubby left, I get one more text message from Little JJ, telling me that Mr. Yummy was coming out too, with some of his buddies. I'm thinking, at this point, that I was destined to go out on Friday night. lol The fact that Mr. Yummy was going to be there cinched it for me, of course! ;) So I got back in touch with Big T and Little JJ, and told them I'd meet them down at the watering hole around 8:30.
As I was getting ready to go out that night, I decided that I should maybe play it safe and pack an overnight bag, just incase I end up having too much to drink and couldn't drive home. On nights like that, I usually stay at Fancy's house. But then I had a bright idea! *ding goes the light bulb* lol There have been many times in the past when Mr. Yummy has offered to let me stay at his house if I couldn't drive home. Remember, he's a good friend of Hubby's. So I decided, rather than stay at Fancy's that night, I'd call Mr. Yummy and ask him if he'd mind if I stay in his guestroom that night, (with ulterior motives of course!) So I sent him a text asking him, and he said, "Of course! Me casa su casa." Yay for me! I sent him another one to say thanks, and he responds by telling me after the bars close we're going to have a big orgy at his house. Yay for me, again! :)
While I was getting ready, I also started thinking about the comment that Mr. Yummy made on Wednesday night about being interested. I still wasn't convinced at this point if I actually heard him correctly - thinking maybe I was just imagining it, or maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, because I had been drinking. Either way, I was getting excited about seeing him that night to get a chance to find out - especially after his last text message.
Do you ever have one of those nights where shit happens, and you just have to go with the flow? Friday night was like that for me. As I was leaving the house to go out, I got a call from Big T asking me if I could pick her up. No problem. I headed to her house to get her. As we're pulling out of the driveway, she says she needs to stop at an ATM to pull out some money. No problem - I also needed to stop and get smokes. While we're at the mini-store, she say's, "Oh shit!" She had forgotten something at the house, and we needed to go back. But before we left the mini-store parking lot, my cellphone rings again, and it's Mr. Yummy wanting to know if I can pick him up from work and give him a ride home. Ummm. NO PROBLEM! lol So we swing by his work, grab Mr. Yummy and FINALLY start to head downtown, but not before stopping by Big T's house so we could grab whatever it was she had forgotten.
We finally make it to Mr. Yummy's house. I'm thinkin' we're just going to drop him off, and he'll meet us over at the watering hole. But then he asks if we mind us all going over to the watering hole together - he'll drive, since I was staying at his house that night. I said okay. He said 'right after he takes a shower.' *sighs* No problem. By this time it was almost 10:00, lol - and all I can think of was that we're missing some valuable partyin' time. Okay, no worries - the longer it takes us to get there, the less I'll actually drink, which means less of a hangover for me at work the next morning.
Big T and I sat in the livingroom while Mr. Yummy took his shower. As we're sitting there, I started thinking about Mr. Yummy in the shower...YUMMY! LOL Then here he comes, strutting by us with a towel wrapped around his waist, as he heads to his bedroom to get dressed. Did I mention the word, YUMMY?!?! lol He gave me a big ol' grin as he walked by, and I was trying not to cream my pants on the spot!
After about 10 minutes, Mr. Yummy comes out dressed all sexy in a black silk button up shirt and blue jeans. (Panties getting more wet by the second!) Then he throws on his leather jacket, and off we go!
At this point I'm still not sure if I heard him right the other night, so I try to remain calm as I'm thinkin', 'I really want this guy to F* me!' We finally get to the watering hole, and it's drinks all around. By now it's easily 10:30. We had some serious catching up to do if we were going to at least catch a good buzz before the bar closed at 12:45. And we did. I don't think I've ever slammed so many shots in a two hour period.
About an hour or so after we got there, I had already started to catch a pretty good buzz, so I decided it was time to have a "little chat" with Mr. Yummy. ;) So I sat down next to him and asked him if I imagined our conversation the other night. He said I didn't imagine it - he was definitely expressing interest! Of course, that just made my panties that much more wet, and it was 'game on'! After that, I started teasing him, brushing up against him, whispering a few naughties in his ear, sitting on his lap - that kind of stuff. I'm a huge flirt, especially when I know there's going to be some private fun later! And Mr. Yummy was having his own fun too, so it was all good. :)
Just about the time the bar was closing, Mr. Yummy asks me if I mind if we go over to another friends house for a little bit. (Mr. Cinco de Mayo to you, Mrs. WS, lol) I said sure. I felt like we had only just gotten out for the night, so I was ready to keep on going for a few more hours at least. After all, I didn't have to be to work until 8 a.m., and it was only 12:30.
In the car, on the way over to the friends house, I layed my hand on Mr. Yummy's lap, and started running my fingersnails up and down his upper thigh. It would take a few minutes to get to the friends house, and we had passengers in the back seat, so I could only do so much descretely, but the longer we were in the car, the more my hand got to explore. Then I looked at Mr. Yummy's face, and he was very quiet with a kind of 'oh shit' look on his face, so I asked him if he wanted me to stop. He said no, so I continued to explore until I started to feel him getting hard under my fingers. Then, damn the luck, we arrived at the friends house.
As we're walking up to the front door, I look to my left and there's a group of people hanging out in the hot tub. Even though it was -15 degrees outside, I was so ready to have some fun. But when we got into the house, the first thing I did was grab Mr. Yummy's hand, and we walked to a quiet, out of the way spot in the house. I couldn't help it...I needed to feel this mans lips against mine - He is Mr. Yummy, after all! ;) We stood there kissing for about 5 minutes, then someone called him, and we joined the rest of the party. Damn. lol When we got back to the livingroom, things started hoppin', and clothes started droppin' - my clothes in particular.
We're going to keep in mind that I am 43 years old. I would say, for the most part, except for being "full figured", I don't think I have a bad figure for my age. I could definitely stand to lose more than a few pounds, but I'm not too terribly subconscious about my figure...that is, until you put me next to anyone who has a great figure, then I just feel fat. lol But really, even then, I'm fairly comfortable in my own skin, and I feel sexy a great deal of the time.
We're also going to keep in mind that I am the oldest person at this party. Except for three women who are friends of mine who had followed us to the party (they are all in their early thirty's), all the guys that were there were in their early to mid-20's, and the remainder of girls that were there were all only 20 year's old - that would make them my son's age. And, by the way, I gave this absolutely no thought that night. It wasn't until the next day that all this age stuff dawned on me.
So, I'm standing there talking to a friend of mine, when I suddenly spy Mr. Yummy in his underwear, heading to the hot tub. I really wasn't sure about getting in the hot tub myself at that point, but then I hear the guys outside calling me, so I go out to see what's up. Apparently they all wanted to tell me they loved me and tell me how cool they thought I was, LMAO!!! Yes, they were all drunk. lol At the same time, while we're all sharin' the love, I see Mr. Yummy sitting there, and I decided it was time to get in the hot tub!
Before going in the house and de-robing, I asked everyone if it would bother them if I joined them with only my panties on. Hey, it's a courtesy thing - I just didn't want to offend anyone, and it looked like the "girls" in the hot tub were wearing either bras and panties, or bathing suits. My problem was that I wasn't about to put my $75 bra in a hot tub! And I wasn't prepared with anything more than what Mama Nature gave me. Anyway, they all said "NO PROBLEM!" (our words of the evening, lol) With that, I headed into the house, stripped down to my panties and headed back outside.
Can I just tell you... negative 15 degrees is FREAKIN' COLD! LOL Even now I can not believe that I walked in the snow barefoot and damn near naked in -15 degree temps. Of course, I was also drunk as shit at the time, so my body was a little numb already, lol. After hearing all the guys whoopin' and hollarin' my name because of the "no clothes" thing, I slipped into the hot tub next to Mr. Yummy, and all was well! ;) At least I thought it was...
Before I had decided to get in the hot tub, I knew there were girls in there. What I hadn't realized at the time, was how YOUNG those girls were. Lets just say things started to feel a bit awkward - particularly with Mr. Yummy, as my leg is hooked over his knee, my fingers running up and down his back, and he's talking to one of these 20 year old girls. Nothing like a cute 20 year old taking the attention of the guy you're trying to F* to make you feel old!
While geriatric feelings started to kick in, they were playing a game of "Truth or Dare". Suddenly it was my turn, and I had to ask someone truth or dare - so I chose Mr. Yummy, of course - he chose "Truth". With that, I asked him in a way that no one else would understand, "Given our recent conversations, are you sure??" Of course, I was referring to his "expressed interest" in F*ing me. He looked me square in the eye and said, "Yes, I'm sure." Then his attention turned back to the 20 year old. I didn't understand this. If he's so interested, then what the hell was he doing ignoring me and getting chatty with this chick?! At that moment, I told myself there's no way I can compete with a 20 year old. I wasn't even going to try, so I hopped out of the hot tub, and headed back in the house to get dressed. And thus ended my crazy Friday night hot tub moment.
For the next hour or so, I hung out with my 30-something friends, while the guys drooled all over the 20-something girls. Mr. Yummy didn't try to talk to me that entire time, and yes, it really started to piss me off, because I felt like he was all the sudden avoiding me, and the vibe I was getting wasn't a good one.
Finally around 3:15 or so in the morning, I decided it was time to leave. I had to be to work in less than 5 hours, which means I would be lucky if I got 3 hours of sleep at this point. So I asked Mr. Yummy for his house key, so I could pick up my stuff i had left there earlier. I decided that I didn't feel comfortable spending the night now, because I was really irritated at him, and honestly, I didn't want to wake up in the morning to find one of those little girls curled up with him in bed. So one of my girlfriends gave me a ride to his house, I picked up my truck, and headed home. As it turns out, I only got two hours of sleep that night, and I suffered a wicked hangover the next day at work.
SATURDAY - FEB 16th
While I was at work on Saturday, I was having problems getting in touch with Hubby while he was camping. I'm the worry-wort wife - we were supposed to be having a nasty snow storm coming in, and I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I tried calling Hubby's cell phone several times, but I wasn't getting a response, which really started to worry me, because Hubby is usually pretty quick to respond. After several attempts to reach Hubby, I decided it might be a good idea to try calling one of the other guys Hubby was with, but I didn't have any other cell phone numbers. The only person I knew who would have their numbers was Mr. Yummy, so I gave him a call.
Making the decision to call Mr. Yummy was actually kind of hard. I felt a little jilted from the night before, and that left a bit of sore spot. But while I was on the phone with him, I decided we needed to talk, so I asked him if everything was cool with us. He told me that everything was totally cool. But I couldn't let it go that easy, so I said, "I got the impression last night that you were avoiding me." That's when he confesses to me that he got a little weirded out about it, because he started thinking about Hubby and what he would say if he found out. This threw me off a little, because this whole thing started with Mr. Yummy telling me that he knew Hubby and I had an open marraige. I was thinking to myself, 'exactly what does he think an open marriage means?' But rather than pose that question to him, I simply said, "Hubby knows." I swear I heard Mr. Yummy "gulp" on the other end of the phone. That's when I began to explain our lifestyle to him.
Our lifestyle is not an easy one to explain to someone who's never been involved in anything like this before. There's this whole mainstream society view about what marriages should and shouldn't be about. I view our lifestyle as a definite sub-culture, because there are many couples in the world who have similar lifestyles. Whether mainstream society accepts it or not, it exists, and it's not going away. Maybe one day soon I'll blog about it, specifically. I know Mr. WS has asked me about our lifestyle, thinking that it is very similar to his life with the Mrs, and I had a hard time explaining it to him as well, although I know he understood to an extent. Anyway...back to Mr. Yummy...
So, I'm trying to explain to Mr. Yummy that I tell Hubby about everything I do. Okay, so there was wee-bit if a white lie in there (this blog for example), but for the most part, when it comes to extracurricular sex, Hubby usually gets the full scoop. I was telling him that Hubby knows what has transpired so far between us, and that he doesn't have a problem with it. I also told him about the other day - I got so horny thinking about Mr. Yummy that Hubby had to service me. I told him that Hubby knew why I was so horny, and he didn't have a problem with that either. Then he asks me what Hubby said about it, and I told him, "Hubby asked me if he could watch while you f*ed me." Mr. Yummy's only response to that was, "Really!?!?" I was getting the impression that Mr. Yummy was having a hard time with this, so I told him if it would make him feel more comfortable, then he needed to talk with Hubby. His response was, "Yeah. I'll definitely talk to [Hubby]." We left the conversation at that, and said goodbye.
I made it through the rest of the day at work, with a lot of x-rated thoughts about my new potential playmate. Then I went home and spent Saturday evening laying in bed watching TV for a while. Eventually I pulled out my vibrator, buzzed myself to yummy orgasm, then fell asleep.
There's more to "The Yum Factor", so stay tuned...
xoxo
Just as a side note, I'm leaving dates as we go. There's a lot to tell you, so I just want to give you a timeline that's a little easier to follow.
FRIDAY - FEB. 15th
You already know that I usually only go out on Wednesday nights. It's actually pretty rare for me to go out on the weekends, because I have to work. Well, early last Friday I got a phonecall from Big T asking me if I wanted to go to the watering hole with her. I really wasn't so interested because, again, I had to work Saturday morning. I told her I'd think about it and get back to her. For about an hour she sent me text messages after that, trying to talk me into it, lol. I started considering it, because Big T and I haven't really been out together in a while, but I still hadn't given her an answer.
That same day, Hubby was leaving for the weekend to go on a camping trip with his buddies. At the same time, all my Texas family were gathering in Texas to party for the weekend, and I was really bummed that I wasn't able to join them. The further the day progressed, the more I started to consider going out with Big T.
Somewhere around 3:30 or so in the afternoon, I got another text message, only this time it was from Little JJ, a girl that I usually hang out with on Wednesday nights. She was also getting in touch to try to talk me into going out that Friday night. I told her I was thinking about it, and that I'd get back to her. And again, for the next hour, I got more text messages trying to talk me into going out.
At the same time all these text messages were coming in, Hubby was also hitting the road for his camping trip. Then, right after Hubby left, I get one more text message from Little JJ, telling me that Mr. Yummy was coming out too, with some of his buddies. I'm thinking, at this point, that I was destined to go out on Friday night. lol The fact that Mr. Yummy was going to be there cinched it for me, of course! ;) So I got back in touch with Big T and Little JJ, and told them I'd meet them down at the watering hole around 8:30.
As I was getting ready to go out that night, I decided that I should maybe play it safe and pack an overnight bag, just incase I end up having too much to drink and couldn't drive home. On nights like that, I usually stay at Fancy's house. But then I had a bright idea! *ding goes the light bulb* lol There have been many times in the past when Mr. Yummy has offered to let me stay at his house if I couldn't drive home. Remember, he's a good friend of Hubby's. So I decided, rather than stay at Fancy's that night, I'd call Mr. Yummy and ask him if he'd mind if I stay in his guestroom that night, (with ulterior motives of course!) So I sent him a text asking him, and he said, "Of course! Me casa su casa." Yay for me! I sent him another one to say thanks, and he responds by telling me after the bars close we're going to have a big orgy at his house. Yay for me, again! :)
While I was getting ready, I also started thinking about the comment that Mr. Yummy made on Wednesday night about being interested. I still wasn't convinced at this point if I actually heard him correctly - thinking maybe I was just imagining it, or maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, because I had been drinking. Either way, I was getting excited about seeing him that night to get a chance to find out - especially after his last text message.
Do you ever have one of those nights where shit happens, and you just have to go with the flow? Friday night was like that for me. As I was leaving the house to go out, I got a call from Big T asking me if I could pick her up. No problem. I headed to her house to get her. As we're pulling out of the driveway, she says she needs to stop at an ATM to pull out some money. No problem - I also needed to stop and get smokes. While we're at the mini-store, she say's, "Oh shit!" She had forgotten something at the house, and we needed to go back. But before we left the mini-store parking lot, my cellphone rings again, and it's Mr. Yummy wanting to know if I can pick him up from work and give him a ride home. Ummm. NO PROBLEM! lol So we swing by his work, grab Mr. Yummy and FINALLY start to head downtown, but not before stopping by Big T's house so we could grab whatever it was she had forgotten.
We finally make it to Mr. Yummy's house. I'm thinkin' we're just going to drop him off, and he'll meet us over at the watering hole. But then he asks if we mind us all going over to the watering hole together - he'll drive, since I was staying at his house that night. I said okay. He said 'right after he takes a shower.' *sighs* No problem. By this time it was almost 10:00, lol - and all I can think of was that we're missing some valuable partyin' time. Okay, no worries - the longer it takes us to get there, the less I'll actually drink, which means less of a hangover for me at work the next morning.
Big T and I sat in the livingroom while Mr. Yummy took his shower. As we're sitting there, I started thinking about Mr. Yummy in the shower...YUMMY! LOL Then here he comes, strutting by us with a towel wrapped around his waist, as he heads to his bedroom to get dressed. Did I mention the word, YUMMY?!?! lol He gave me a big ol' grin as he walked by, and I was trying not to cream my pants on the spot!
After about 10 minutes, Mr. Yummy comes out dressed all sexy in a black silk button up shirt and blue jeans. (Panties getting more wet by the second!) Then he throws on his leather jacket, and off we go!
At this point I'm still not sure if I heard him right the other night, so I try to remain calm as I'm thinkin', 'I really want this guy to F* me!' We finally get to the watering hole, and it's drinks all around. By now it's easily 10:30. We had some serious catching up to do if we were going to at least catch a good buzz before the bar closed at 12:45. And we did. I don't think I've ever slammed so many shots in a two hour period.
About an hour or so after we got there, I had already started to catch a pretty good buzz, so I decided it was time to have a "little chat" with Mr. Yummy. ;) So I sat down next to him and asked him if I imagined our conversation the other night. He said I didn't imagine it - he was definitely expressing interest! Of course, that just made my panties that much more wet, and it was 'game on'! After that, I started teasing him, brushing up against him, whispering a few naughties in his ear, sitting on his lap - that kind of stuff. I'm a huge flirt, especially when I know there's going to be some private fun later! And Mr. Yummy was having his own fun too, so it was all good. :)
Just about the time the bar was closing, Mr. Yummy asks me if I mind if we go over to another friends house for a little bit. (Mr. Cinco de Mayo to you, Mrs. WS, lol) I said sure. I felt like we had only just gotten out for the night, so I was ready to keep on going for a few more hours at least. After all, I didn't have to be to work until 8 a.m., and it was only 12:30.
In the car, on the way over to the friends house, I layed my hand on Mr. Yummy's lap, and started running my fingersnails up and down his upper thigh. It would take a few minutes to get to the friends house, and we had passengers in the back seat, so I could only do so much descretely, but the longer we were in the car, the more my hand got to explore. Then I looked at Mr. Yummy's face, and he was very quiet with a kind of 'oh shit' look on his face, so I asked him if he wanted me to stop. He said no, so I continued to explore until I started to feel him getting hard under my fingers. Then, damn the luck, we arrived at the friends house.
As we're walking up to the front door, I look to my left and there's a group of people hanging out in the hot tub. Even though it was -15 degrees outside, I was so ready to have some fun. But when we got into the house, the first thing I did was grab Mr. Yummy's hand, and we walked to a quiet, out of the way spot in the house. I couldn't help it...I needed to feel this mans lips against mine - He is Mr. Yummy, after all! ;) We stood there kissing for about 5 minutes, then someone called him, and we joined the rest of the party. Damn. lol When we got back to the livingroom, things started hoppin', and clothes started droppin' - my clothes in particular.
We're going to keep in mind that I am 43 years old. I would say, for the most part, except for being "full figured", I don't think I have a bad figure for my age. I could definitely stand to lose more than a few pounds, but I'm not too terribly subconscious about my figure...that is, until you put me next to anyone who has a great figure, then I just feel fat. lol But really, even then, I'm fairly comfortable in my own skin, and I feel sexy a great deal of the time.
We're also going to keep in mind that I am the oldest person at this party. Except for three women who are friends of mine who had followed us to the party (they are all in their early thirty's), all the guys that were there were in their early to mid-20's, and the remainder of girls that were there were all only 20 year's old - that would make them my son's age. And, by the way, I gave this absolutely no thought that night. It wasn't until the next day that all this age stuff dawned on me.
So, I'm standing there talking to a friend of mine, when I suddenly spy Mr. Yummy in his underwear, heading to the hot tub. I really wasn't sure about getting in the hot tub myself at that point, but then I hear the guys outside calling me, so I go out to see what's up. Apparently they all wanted to tell me they loved me and tell me how cool they thought I was, LMAO!!! Yes, they were all drunk. lol At the same time, while we're all sharin' the love, I see Mr. Yummy sitting there, and I decided it was time to get in the hot tub!
Before going in the house and de-robing, I asked everyone if it would bother them if I joined them with only my panties on. Hey, it's a courtesy thing - I just didn't want to offend anyone, and it looked like the "girls" in the hot tub were wearing either bras and panties, or bathing suits. My problem was that I wasn't about to put my $75 bra in a hot tub! And I wasn't prepared with anything more than what Mama Nature gave me. Anyway, they all said "NO PROBLEM!" (our words of the evening, lol) With that, I headed into the house, stripped down to my panties and headed back outside.
Can I just tell you... negative 15 degrees is FREAKIN' COLD! LOL Even now I can not believe that I walked in the snow barefoot and damn near naked in -15 degree temps. Of course, I was also drunk as shit at the time, so my body was a little numb already, lol. After hearing all the guys whoopin' and hollarin' my name because of the "no clothes" thing, I slipped into the hot tub next to Mr. Yummy, and all was well! ;) At least I thought it was...
Before I had decided to get in the hot tub, I knew there were girls in there. What I hadn't realized at the time, was how YOUNG those girls were. Lets just say things started to feel a bit awkward - particularly with Mr. Yummy, as my leg is hooked over his knee, my fingers running up and down his back, and he's talking to one of these 20 year old girls. Nothing like a cute 20 year old taking the attention of the guy you're trying to F* to make you feel old!
While geriatric feelings started to kick in, they were playing a game of "Truth or Dare". Suddenly it was my turn, and I had to ask someone truth or dare - so I chose Mr. Yummy, of course - he chose "Truth". With that, I asked him in a way that no one else would understand, "Given our recent conversations, are you sure??" Of course, I was referring to his "expressed interest" in F*ing me. He looked me square in the eye and said, "Yes, I'm sure." Then his attention turned back to the 20 year old. I didn't understand this. If he's so interested, then what the hell was he doing ignoring me and getting chatty with this chick?! At that moment, I told myself there's no way I can compete with a 20 year old. I wasn't even going to try, so I hopped out of the hot tub, and headed back in the house to get dressed. And thus ended my crazy Friday night hot tub moment.
For the next hour or so, I hung out with my 30-something friends, while the guys drooled all over the 20-something girls. Mr. Yummy didn't try to talk to me that entire time, and yes, it really started to piss me off, because I felt like he was all the sudden avoiding me, and the vibe I was getting wasn't a good one.
Finally around 3:15 or so in the morning, I decided it was time to leave. I had to be to work in less than 5 hours, which means I would be lucky if I got 3 hours of sleep at this point. So I asked Mr. Yummy for his house key, so I could pick up my stuff i had left there earlier. I decided that I didn't feel comfortable spending the night now, because I was really irritated at him, and honestly, I didn't want to wake up in the morning to find one of those little girls curled up with him in bed. So one of my girlfriends gave me a ride to his house, I picked up my truck, and headed home. As it turns out, I only got two hours of sleep that night, and I suffered a wicked hangover the next day at work.
SATURDAY - FEB 16th
While I was at work on Saturday, I was having problems getting in touch with Hubby while he was camping. I'm the worry-wort wife - we were supposed to be having a nasty snow storm coming in, and I just wanted to make sure he was okay. I tried calling Hubby's cell phone several times, but I wasn't getting a response, which really started to worry me, because Hubby is usually pretty quick to respond. After several attempts to reach Hubby, I decided it might be a good idea to try calling one of the other guys Hubby was with, but I didn't have any other cell phone numbers. The only person I knew who would have their numbers was Mr. Yummy, so I gave him a call.
Making the decision to call Mr. Yummy was actually kind of hard. I felt a little jilted from the night before, and that left a bit of sore spot. But while I was on the phone with him, I decided we needed to talk, so I asked him if everything was cool with us. He told me that everything was totally cool. But I couldn't let it go that easy, so I said, "I got the impression last night that you were avoiding me." That's when he confesses to me that he got a little weirded out about it, because he started thinking about Hubby and what he would say if he found out. This threw me off a little, because this whole thing started with Mr. Yummy telling me that he knew Hubby and I had an open marraige. I was thinking to myself, 'exactly what does he think an open marriage means?' But rather than pose that question to him, I simply said, "Hubby knows." I swear I heard Mr. Yummy "gulp" on the other end of the phone. That's when I began to explain our lifestyle to him.
Our lifestyle is not an easy one to explain to someone who's never been involved in anything like this before. There's this whole mainstream society view about what marriages should and shouldn't be about. I view our lifestyle as a definite sub-culture, because there are many couples in the world who have similar lifestyles. Whether mainstream society accepts it or not, it exists, and it's not going away. Maybe one day soon I'll blog about it, specifically. I know Mr. WS has asked me about our lifestyle, thinking that it is very similar to his life with the Mrs, and I had a hard time explaining it to him as well, although I know he understood to an extent. Anyway...back to Mr. Yummy...
So, I'm trying to explain to Mr. Yummy that I tell Hubby about everything I do. Okay, so there was wee-bit if a white lie in there (this blog for example), but for the most part, when it comes to extracurricular sex, Hubby usually gets the full scoop. I was telling him that Hubby knows what has transpired so far between us, and that he doesn't have a problem with it. I also told him about the other day - I got so horny thinking about Mr. Yummy that Hubby had to service me. I told him that Hubby knew why I was so horny, and he didn't have a problem with that either. Then he asks me what Hubby said about it, and I told him, "Hubby asked me if he could watch while you f*ed me." Mr. Yummy's only response to that was, "Really!?!?" I was getting the impression that Mr. Yummy was having a hard time with this, so I told him if it would make him feel more comfortable, then he needed to talk with Hubby. His response was, "Yeah. I'll definitely talk to [Hubby]." We left the conversation at that, and said goodbye.
I made it through the rest of the day at work, with a lot of x-rated thoughts about my new potential playmate. Then I went home and spent Saturday evening laying in bed watching TV for a while. Eventually I pulled out my vibrator, buzzed myself to yummy orgasm, then fell asleep.
There's more to "The Yum Factor", so stay tuned...
xoxo
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Ladies Night With A Twist
I had an interesting ladies night last night - not at all what I expected, as it had some twist and turns that made it unique from my usual Wednesday night escapades. Today I have been recovering from a wicked hangover too. That's what I get for mixing different types of shots last night. ugh.
I wasn't even sure if I would make it out last night, because we ended up having a mild blizzard. We got about 6 to 8 inches of snow yesterday, but in the end I figured - what the hell - I have 4-wheel drive, so I'm not really worried about getting stuck. The one thing you really have to watch out for around here is the black ice - which can be pretty scary if you don't know what to look for. But I decided if I just took it easy, all would be well.
When I originally started getting ready to go out last night, I had intentions of getting together with a man I'll call "G-Man". He's in his early 50's, with a great body, handsome, and has a sex appeal that he's totally unaware of. G-Man and I hooked up two weeks ago on Ladies Night, and since I didn't go out last week, because of being sick, I was hoping to hook up again with him this week.
Let me give you a little background history with G-Man...
G-Man and I are both regulars on Ladies Night. I have seen him there many times, but he usually sits alone drinking his beer, and I never see him talking to anyone. One night about six weeks or so ago, I decided to introduce myself, so I walked up to him and just started talking to him. He was very friendly, but not overly so. I have had instances where I've gone out on a limb to introduce myself to men, and I either end up getting brushed off, or the guys think I'm hitting on them so they become instant macho male-whores. Can't a girl just be friendly? I have made some great friends this way though too, so I try not to take offense to the times when I get brushed off. I do, however, usually run in the opposite direction when I get the "male-whore" response, lol! Unless, of course, I'm in "hunting mode" myself. ;) I found G-Man to be just an overall nice guy. :)
Over the next few weeks, G-Man and I would sit and have a drink together, and just talk. Through the course of our conversations, he finally figured out that I was married. (I never keep this a secret. I always wear my ring, but it just never came up before this.) He said to me that I was the story of his life, as he shook his head. I supposed he meant that he meets women that he likes and they always end up being taken, lol. But then the conversation turned to Hubby, and he asked me why Hubby is never with me. He told me what a pretty woman he thinks I am, and how he just doesn't understand how Hubby can let me go out alone like that all the time. Of course, I tried to explain to him that Hubby works during the week, and that Ladies Nights are my nights to go out and have fun, but still he seemed a little befuddled about why I was out alone.
I was finding myself very attracted to G-Man, and his questions were starting to become a little deep, so I decided it was time to let him in on the whole open-marriage thing. This confused him even more, I think, as he stated several times that he just didn't understand the open-marriage thing either, lol. So, I basically used him as an example by stating, "If he and I were to "get together" (hint-hint), Hubby would know about it, and it would be cool with him." I no sooner said that to G-Man, then he asked me "My place, or his?", lol. I said, "His place.", and that was how we got together.
That night at G-Man's, before anything intimate happened, I once again made it very clear that Hubby would know, and I wanted to make absolutely sure G-Man was comfortable with that. You see, G-Man actually manages the dealership where Hubby bought his motorcycle - which is something I didn't know until after I hit on him. Oops, hehe! That means eventually Hubby and G-Man would have to look each other in the eye, and I just wanted to make sure everything would be cool there. He said he was totally fine with that, so he and I got a little cozier.
At first, we sat in his livingroom watching a concert DVD of the Eagles. I am a HUGE Eagles fan, and was very happy to see that concert again. During the concert, I was sitting on the floor at G-Man's feet, while he was sitting on the sofa. We actually started singing Eagles song together, which was fun for me, and he has a nice voice, which made it all that more pleasant. Then he started rubbing my shoulders. Nice! :)
Eventually his hands started moving towards my breasts. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but I let him take his time getting to the goods. Then he makes a comment about how breasts like mine (I'm a 38DD) need a lot of attention.
Now normally, I do like my breast played with, but only to a certain extent. Most men tend to get a little rough with them. (One guy left me with bruises, and Hubby was none too happy about it!) Because of the overall rough play, it's never really much of a turn on unless I'm in the throws of the "do me hard!" stage. So needless to say, I have never really derived much pleasure from breast play. But that night, G-Man taught me that I like my breasts played with very VERY much!
G-Man must have spent at least an hour massaging my breasts, gently squeezing them, feeling the weight of them, rolling my nipples around between his fingers, and just overall showing appreciation for the beauty of the breast, (only with his hands, I might add) and all I can say is, WOW! Honestly, I almost had an orgasm just from breast stimulation! That's a FIRST for me!! But the key word here would be "almost", because I simply needed a little more zing in the moment - lol - I was horny as shit!
I got to a point where I couldn't take it anymore, so I stood up, got undressed and sat on G-Man's lap, facing him, and started devouring him, from head to toe. In one sentence he called me both passionate and a tease, lol - telling me he liked it like that! (All I need is for a man to start telling me I'm giving him pleasure, and it's like an instant rush of sexual adreniline for me.)
I think, at this point, I started to surprise G-Man. I don't know why, but for some reason a lot of men are a little taken back by my sexual forwardness. I can't help it. When I get horny like that, any shyness factor goes right out the window, and the lioness in me comes out! After he got over the "unexpected", lol, I suggested we move our little party to the bedroom. Bad idea.
I was completely unaware that G-Man has a water-bed. I have nothing against water beds - really - I used to sleep in one - but when you've had as much alcohol as I had that night, water beds don't tend to sit too well with the tummy when you're not expecting it, if'n ya know what I mean. Ugh. Thankfully I was able to keep things "in check", but the horny factor was gone within a matter of minutes. I just couldn't take the motion of the ocean, LOL! After exiting the bedroom, and given the fact that I now felt quezy, the best I could do for G-Man was give him a hand job. I felt bad, and I'm just not the type of girl to leave a man hurtin' with a raging hard-on. ;)
I was really bummed about this one. Things were great until the waterbed! I'm hoping he doesn't think I'm in the habit of getting motion sickness on a regular basis. I am also hoping there might be a round-two so that we can finish what we started. Which leads me back to Ladies Night last night.
As I said, I was really hoping G-Man would show up last night. But as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of the watering hole, a few of Hubbies co-workers showed up - one of which was a pretty good friend whom Hubby also supervised on the job for about 3 years. Eek! I knew immediately when I saw them that the night had just taken an interesting turn, because they don't usually show up at the watering hole on Wednesday nights. Although, at the same time, I also knew I was going to have some fun too, because I always have a blast when we party with these guys.
When we got inside, I headed towards my favorite bartender, who is also a girlfriend of mine. I don't believe I've given her a blog name yet, so I think we'll call her Fancy. Fancy has gotten into the habit of slapping a ladies night bracelet on my wrist for free these days. Then she serves me whatever alcoholic beverage I choose, whether it's on the bracelet or not, lol. Goddess Bless Fancy! :) Then she takes pleasure over the course of the night serving me whopping shots of Blue 100 or Patron, where she pours me three shots at a time in a single large shot glass. Apparently she gets a kick out of getting my dumb ass drunk, lol! At the end of the night, I drop a $20 tip in her hand, and we both walk away smiling.
So anyway...The drinks were going down really easy last night, and G-Man never showed up, so I just hung out with the boys, flirtin' and having a good time. The next thing I know, I wind up in a conversation with one of the guys (the good friend of Hubby's) about sex. I really don't know how the conversation got started, but it basically came out that he knows Hubby and I have an open marraige, and he "is interested".
By the time we had this conversation, I was pretty lit. I was mildly shocked at this little tidbit of of info. I wasn't even sure I heard him correctly, lol. The only thing I said was that I'm not sure how Hubby would feel about it, given that they are good friends and Hubby wasn't with me that night. Then the conversation ended.
Whoa. Honestly, I have to wonder if I imagined this conversation. I'm still a bit taken back at his comment. He's only 28, and he's very yummy! And I have said to Hubby more than once that I would love to get this guy alone and rock his world! But I never thought he'd be the one to approach the subject. Why he would be interested in me that way, when he can have any young cute little girl he wants, is beyond me.
We are supposed to go this guys house on Sunday night for a party. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime, I am suddenly having wild exciting fantasies (beyond the previous ones, lol) about being with him. Thank goodness for new toys!
P.S. Happy Valentine's Day!
xoxo
I wasn't even sure if I would make it out last night, because we ended up having a mild blizzard. We got about 6 to 8 inches of snow yesterday, but in the end I figured - what the hell - I have 4-wheel drive, so I'm not really worried about getting stuck. The one thing you really have to watch out for around here is the black ice - which can be pretty scary if you don't know what to look for. But I decided if I just took it easy, all would be well.
When I originally started getting ready to go out last night, I had intentions of getting together with a man I'll call "G-Man". He's in his early 50's, with a great body, handsome, and has a sex appeal that he's totally unaware of. G-Man and I hooked up two weeks ago on Ladies Night, and since I didn't go out last week, because of being sick, I was hoping to hook up again with him this week.
Let me give you a little background history with G-Man...
G-Man and I are both regulars on Ladies Night. I have seen him there many times, but he usually sits alone drinking his beer, and I never see him talking to anyone. One night about six weeks or so ago, I decided to introduce myself, so I walked up to him and just started talking to him. He was very friendly, but not overly so. I have had instances where I've gone out on a limb to introduce myself to men, and I either end up getting brushed off, or the guys think I'm hitting on them so they become instant macho male-whores. Can't a girl just be friendly? I have made some great friends this way though too, so I try not to take offense to the times when I get brushed off. I do, however, usually run in the opposite direction when I get the "male-whore" response, lol! Unless, of course, I'm in "hunting mode" myself. ;) I found G-Man to be just an overall nice guy. :)
Over the next few weeks, G-Man and I would sit and have a drink together, and just talk. Through the course of our conversations, he finally figured out that I was married. (I never keep this a secret. I always wear my ring, but it just never came up before this.) He said to me that I was the story of his life, as he shook his head. I supposed he meant that he meets women that he likes and they always end up being taken, lol. But then the conversation turned to Hubby, and he asked me why Hubby is never with me. He told me what a pretty woman he thinks I am, and how he just doesn't understand how Hubby can let me go out alone like that all the time. Of course, I tried to explain to him that Hubby works during the week, and that Ladies Nights are my nights to go out and have fun, but still he seemed a little befuddled about why I was out alone.
I was finding myself very attracted to G-Man, and his questions were starting to become a little deep, so I decided it was time to let him in on the whole open-marriage thing. This confused him even more, I think, as he stated several times that he just didn't understand the open-marriage thing either, lol. So, I basically used him as an example by stating, "If he and I were to "get together" (hint-hint), Hubby would know about it, and it would be cool with him." I no sooner said that to G-Man, then he asked me "My place, or his?", lol. I said, "His place.", and that was how we got together.
That night at G-Man's, before anything intimate happened, I once again made it very clear that Hubby would know, and I wanted to make absolutely sure G-Man was comfortable with that. You see, G-Man actually manages the dealership where Hubby bought his motorcycle - which is something I didn't know until after I hit on him. Oops, hehe! That means eventually Hubby and G-Man would have to look each other in the eye, and I just wanted to make sure everything would be cool there. He said he was totally fine with that, so he and I got a little cozier.
At first, we sat in his livingroom watching a concert DVD of the Eagles. I am a HUGE Eagles fan, and was very happy to see that concert again. During the concert, I was sitting on the floor at G-Man's feet, while he was sitting on the sofa. We actually started singing Eagles song together, which was fun for me, and he has a nice voice, which made it all that more pleasant. Then he started rubbing my shoulders. Nice! :)
Eventually his hands started moving towards my breasts. He seemed a little hesitant at first, but I let him take his time getting to the goods. Then he makes a comment about how breasts like mine (I'm a 38DD) need a lot of attention.
Now normally, I do like my breast played with, but only to a certain extent. Most men tend to get a little rough with them. (One guy left me with bruises, and Hubby was none too happy about it!) Because of the overall rough play, it's never really much of a turn on unless I'm in the throws of the "do me hard!" stage. So needless to say, I have never really derived much pleasure from breast play. But that night, G-Man taught me that I like my breasts played with very VERY much!
G-Man must have spent at least an hour massaging my breasts, gently squeezing them, feeling the weight of them, rolling my nipples around between his fingers, and just overall showing appreciation for the beauty of the breast, (only with his hands, I might add) and all I can say is, WOW! Honestly, I almost had an orgasm just from breast stimulation! That's a FIRST for me!! But the key word here would be "almost", because I simply needed a little more zing in the moment - lol - I was horny as shit!
I got to a point where I couldn't take it anymore, so I stood up, got undressed and sat on G-Man's lap, facing him, and started devouring him, from head to toe. In one sentence he called me both passionate and a tease, lol - telling me he liked it like that! (All I need is for a man to start telling me I'm giving him pleasure, and it's like an instant rush of sexual adreniline for me.)
I think, at this point, I started to surprise G-Man. I don't know why, but for some reason a lot of men are a little taken back by my sexual forwardness. I can't help it. When I get horny like that, any shyness factor goes right out the window, and the lioness in me comes out! After he got over the "unexpected", lol, I suggested we move our little party to the bedroom. Bad idea.
I was completely unaware that G-Man has a water-bed. I have nothing against water beds - really - I used to sleep in one - but when you've had as much alcohol as I had that night, water beds don't tend to sit too well with the tummy when you're not expecting it, if'n ya know what I mean. Ugh. Thankfully I was able to keep things "in check", but the horny factor was gone within a matter of minutes. I just couldn't take the motion of the ocean, LOL! After exiting the bedroom, and given the fact that I now felt quezy, the best I could do for G-Man was give him a hand job. I felt bad, and I'm just not the type of girl to leave a man hurtin' with a raging hard-on. ;)
I was really bummed about this one. Things were great until the waterbed! I'm hoping he doesn't think I'm in the habit of getting motion sickness on a regular basis. I am also hoping there might be a round-two so that we can finish what we started. Which leads me back to Ladies Night last night.
As I said, I was really hoping G-Man would show up last night. But as soon as I pulled into the parking lot of the watering hole, a few of Hubbies co-workers showed up - one of which was a pretty good friend whom Hubby also supervised on the job for about 3 years. Eek! I knew immediately when I saw them that the night had just taken an interesting turn, because they don't usually show up at the watering hole on Wednesday nights. Although, at the same time, I also knew I was going to have some fun too, because I always have a blast when we party with these guys.
When we got inside, I headed towards my favorite bartender, who is also a girlfriend of mine. I don't believe I've given her a blog name yet, so I think we'll call her Fancy. Fancy has gotten into the habit of slapping a ladies night bracelet on my wrist for free these days. Then she serves me whatever alcoholic beverage I choose, whether it's on the bracelet or not, lol. Goddess Bless Fancy! :) Then she takes pleasure over the course of the night serving me whopping shots of Blue 100 or Patron, where she pours me three shots at a time in a single large shot glass. Apparently she gets a kick out of getting my dumb ass drunk, lol! At the end of the night, I drop a $20 tip in her hand, and we both walk away smiling.
So anyway...The drinks were going down really easy last night, and G-Man never showed up, so I just hung out with the boys, flirtin' and having a good time. The next thing I know, I wind up in a conversation with one of the guys (the good friend of Hubby's) about sex. I really don't know how the conversation got started, but it basically came out that he knows Hubby and I have an open marraige, and he "is interested".
By the time we had this conversation, I was pretty lit. I was mildly shocked at this little tidbit of of info. I wasn't even sure I heard him correctly, lol. The only thing I said was that I'm not sure how Hubby would feel about it, given that they are good friends and Hubby wasn't with me that night. Then the conversation ended.
Whoa. Honestly, I have to wonder if I imagined this conversation. I'm still a bit taken back at his comment. He's only 28, and he's very yummy! And I have said to Hubby more than once that I would love to get this guy alone and rock his world! But I never thought he'd be the one to approach the subject. Why he would be interested in me that way, when he can have any young cute little girl he wants, is beyond me.
We are supposed to go this guys house on Sunday night for a party. I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens. In the meantime, I am suddenly having wild exciting fantasies (beyond the previous ones, lol) about being with him. Thank goodness for new toys!
P.S. Happy Valentine's Day!
xoxo
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
A Better Day
Yesterday was definitely a better day than the day before. And I'm hoping over the course of today and tomorrow it will get even better. :)
When I woke up yesterday morning, I decided I need some "me" time, so I got on the phone and made a few appointments for myself. After I made my appointments, I got a call from Hubby asking me what I had planned for the day. I told him I was having a pamper-me day, and he asked if he could join me. He needed to go downtown too and run some errands. I said, "Of course!", then I hopped in the shower and waited for Hubby to get home from work.
It's always a treat when Hubby and I have a day off together, which usually means Hubby has taken the day off from work. Yesterday he went in for about 3 hours, THEN he took the rest of the day off and we headed downtown.
First up on the list was breakfast with Hubby. I enjoy going out to breakfast with him. It's so rare that he and I actually get to have breakfast together, and its the one meal of the day where no one is bitching about what happened to them that day. It's a new day with a fresh start, and we usually have pleasant conversations where we actually get to laugh and just enjoy each other's company.
After breakfast Hubby dropped me off at the salon, where I treated myself to a brazilian waxing, which isn't so much a treat during the process, but afterwards, I just love that smooth clean feeling. hehe Then, I got a fabulous pedicure! The place I usually go for my pedi's is a "whip 'em in - whip 'em out" kinda place. This time I decided to the let the girl who does my waxing do my pedi too, and I have to say, that was the absolute BEST pedicure I've ever had. Well worth the extra $15 I had to spend to have it done in this salon! I've decided that I'm going to stick with her from now on, because she actually made it the treat it should be.
Then, of course, after my pedi I just HAD to get my nails done, lol - it just wouldn't be a true pamper-me day without it. I went to my usual nail place for this one. And yes, these are the same peeps who do the "whip 'em in - whip 'em out" pedicures. I think these people are losing my business. I just wasn't as happy with my nails this time as I usually am. And these people have zero personality. The guy who did my nails didn't look at me once while he was working on me. Nor did he speak to me. That bugs me. I am a beauty professional - licensed in the industry for over 25 years. The absolute most important aspect of a customer service business is customer service. Skills are important too, of course, but if you can dazzle your customers and have them leave with a smile on their face, regardless of the skill factor, then you are more apt to have that customer come back. Okay, let me rephrase that - you need to be damn good at your job to work on me. I'm about as picky as they come, which I'm sure stems from the fact that I know every aspect of the beauty industry. But I can also be forgiving to a certian extent when needed, because I can also go back and fix the screw-ups if need be. Well, like I said, I just wasn't as happy when I left this place yesterday. I didn't let it spoil my day though. My nails are do-able for the next few weeks, but I think next time I'm going to give the other salon a shot at doing them as well. I feel more pampered when I leave there.
After my pampering time, Hubby and I caught up with each other again, and we went to Wally-World to do some grocery shopping. By the time we were done there, it had been hours since breakfast, and both of us were getting hungry again. Since it was coming up on dinner time, we decided to go to dinner as well. We stopped by Pizza Hut, and realized it was their buffet night (they only do those on Tuesdays around these parts), but the buffet didn't start until 5:00. That meant we had an hour to kill.
This was pretty funny, really. Hubby and I looked at each other and asked what we could do to waste an hour. At the same time, he and I both said, "Toy Store". We're not talkin' children's toys here either *giggles* - so we got a laugh out of the mutal agreement, and we headed to the adult toy store.
I love new toys! To the layman (pardon the pun), one would think you can only have so many toys. I, for one, can never have enough! With all the different sizes, types, and speeds available, I'm like a kid in a candy store. Lotions and potions, lingerie, dildos, vibrators, pleasure toys for him ... lions, and tigers, and bears! OH MY! hehe So we walked around the store for about 45 minutes before I made my decision on my new pleasure pal, in addition to some tasty cherries jubilee and wet lube. Satisfied with my choices, and getting hornier by the second, Hubby and I headed to dinner.
Dinner wasn't really too thrilling. We pretty much ate to our heart's and stomach's content, without too much conversation. This was really the first day in almost two weeks that Hubby and I have even been out of the house, because of both of us being sick, and I think the day was starting to wear us out. LoL. Now with full bellies, we were getting sleepy, and it was time to go home.
On the way home, I spied the bag with my new toy in it, and I started to get horny all over again. Nothing like the thought of a new toy to perk you up! ;)
When we got home, we unloaded groceries, then I headed to the bedroom, peeled my clothes off, loaded my new toy with a fresh new battery, and popped open the wet lube. YUMMY!! Being freshly waxed, and now all slippery wet, I was ready for some serious action!!! Thankfully, Hubby wasn't far behind.
One of the best parts of having a new toy is that I know the sex that night will be all about using that new toy, which means the focus for the evening is going to be my pleasure. That's not always the case, not by a long shot, so when times like this come around, my horny-mones go into over-drive.
Hubby and I enjoyed about an hour of yummy toy time, and I have decided I definitely like my new toy! I think Hubby likes my new toy too, because he was checking out all the hmmmm-variations on it with me, hehe. How delicous!
Yes, I would have to say yesterday was definitely a better day! And tonight is Ladies Night, so I'm hoping today will finish off being a better day as well. ;)
xoxo
When I woke up yesterday morning, I decided I need some "me" time, so I got on the phone and made a few appointments for myself. After I made my appointments, I got a call from Hubby asking me what I had planned for the day. I told him I was having a pamper-me day, and he asked if he could join me. He needed to go downtown too and run some errands. I said, "Of course!", then I hopped in the shower and waited for Hubby to get home from work.
It's always a treat when Hubby and I have a day off together, which usually means Hubby has taken the day off from work. Yesterday he went in for about 3 hours, THEN he took the rest of the day off and we headed downtown.
First up on the list was breakfast with Hubby. I enjoy going out to breakfast with him. It's so rare that he and I actually get to have breakfast together, and its the one meal of the day where no one is bitching about what happened to them that day. It's a new day with a fresh start, and we usually have pleasant conversations where we actually get to laugh and just enjoy each other's company.
After breakfast Hubby dropped me off at the salon, where I treated myself to a brazilian waxing, which isn't so much a treat during the process, but afterwards, I just love that smooth clean feeling. hehe Then, I got a fabulous pedicure! The place I usually go for my pedi's is a "whip 'em in - whip 'em out" kinda place. This time I decided to the let the girl who does my waxing do my pedi too, and I have to say, that was the absolute BEST pedicure I've ever had. Well worth the extra $15 I had to spend to have it done in this salon! I've decided that I'm going to stick with her from now on, because she actually made it the treat it should be.
Then, of course, after my pedi I just HAD to get my nails done, lol - it just wouldn't be a true pamper-me day without it. I went to my usual nail place for this one. And yes, these are the same peeps who do the "whip 'em in - whip 'em out" pedicures. I think these people are losing my business. I just wasn't as happy with my nails this time as I usually am. And these people have zero personality. The guy who did my nails didn't look at me once while he was working on me. Nor did he speak to me. That bugs me. I am a beauty professional - licensed in the industry for over 25 years. The absolute most important aspect of a customer service business is customer service. Skills are important too, of course, but if you can dazzle your customers and have them leave with a smile on their face, regardless of the skill factor, then you are more apt to have that customer come back. Okay, let me rephrase that - you need to be damn good at your job to work on me. I'm about as picky as they come, which I'm sure stems from the fact that I know every aspect of the beauty industry. But I can also be forgiving to a certian extent when needed, because I can also go back and fix the screw-ups if need be. Well, like I said, I just wasn't as happy when I left this place yesterday. I didn't let it spoil my day though. My nails are do-able for the next few weeks, but I think next time I'm going to give the other salon a shot at doing them as well. I feel more pampered when I leave there.
After my pampering time, Hubby and I caught up with each other again, and we went to Wally-World to do some grocery shopping. By the time we were done there, it had been hours since breakfast, and both of us were getting hungry again. Since it was coming up on dinner time, we decided to go to dinner as well. We stopped by Pizza Hut, and realized it was their buffet night (they only do those on Tuesdays around these parts), but the buffet didn't start until 5:00. That meant we had an hour to kill.
This was pretty funny, really. Hubby and I looked at each other and asked what we could do to waste an hour. At the same time, he and I both said, "Toy Store". We're not talkin' children's toys here either *giggles* - so we got a laugh out of the mutal agreement, and we headed to the adult toy store.
I love new toys! To the layman (pardon the pun), one would think you can only have so many toys. I, for one, can never have enough! With all the different sizes, types, and speeds available, I'm like a kid in a candy store. Lotions and potions, lingerie, dildos, vibrators, pleasure toys for him ... lions, and tigers, and bears! OH MY! hehe So we walked around the store for about 45 minutes before I made my decision on my new pleasure pal, in addition to some tasty cherries jubilee and wet lube. Satisfied with my choices, and getting hornier by the second, Hubby and I headed to dinner.
Dinner wasn't really too thrilling. We pretty much ate to our heart's and stomach's content, without too much conversation. This was really the first day in almost two weeks that Hubby and I have even been out of the house, because of both of us being sick, and I think the day was starting to wear us out. LoL. Now with full bellies, we were getting sleepy, and it was time to go home.
On the way home, I spied the bag with my new toy in it, and I started to get horny all over again. Nothing like the thought of a new toy to perk you up! ;)
When we got home, we unloaded groceries, then I headed to the bedroom, peeled my clothes off, loaded my new toy with a fresh new battery, and popped open the wet lube. YUMMY!! Being freshly waxed, and now all slippery wet, I was ready for some serious action!!! Thankfully, Hubby wasn't far behind.
One of the best parts of having a new toy is that I know the sex that night will be all about using that new toy, which means the focus for the evening is going to be my pleasure. That's not always the case, not by a long shot, so when times like this come around, my horny-mones go into over-drive.
Hubby and I enjoyed about an hour of yummy toy time, and I have decided I definitely like my new toy! I think Hubby likes my new toy too, because he was checking out all the hmmmm-variations on it with me, hehe. How delicous!
Yes, I would have to say yesterday was definitely a better day! And tonight is Ladies Night, so I'm hoping today will finish off being a better day as well. ;)
xoxo
Monday, February 11, 2008
Tough Day
Tonight I'm not sure where to begin.
My day started out pretty shitty. First thing this morning I received a phonecall from my boss about the whole snow drift ordeal over the weekend. Turns out this thing got snowballed out so bad (pardon the pun) that our office has now been black-balled because of it. And guess who gets to be blamed for the whole thing? Yeah...that would be me. That's the last time I try help out around that effing office. Next time, I think I'll just break my neck and then sue their asses.
I am also still feeling like crap, health wise. This damn flu seems to want to hang on for dear life. While I don't feel nearly as ill as I did last week, I just can't seem to get my energy back, and my poor little ol' nose makes me look like I should be related to Rudolph. I'll be so glad when I can shake this thing.
The weather where I'm at sucks. Below zero temperatures, mixed with icy winds and more snow is making Lady Lover a dull & disgruntled girl. Ugh.
On top of all this little nit-picky shit, there are much more serious issues going around here. For starters, my Grandma is not doing well. I am in serious need of making a trip to visit my family, because Grandma keeps asking for me, and the way my family is talking, she may not see 2009.
Grandma is 93 years old. For years I have joked around with her that she is like the "energizer bunny"...She just keeps "going, and going, and going", but I think her battery is running out. For about a year now I have been bracing myself for the inevitable, but its tough being strong, even though I know and understand the circle of life. No one likes to think their Grandma is anything but immortal. My Grandma and I have a very special relationship. I am planning a trip to visit her in about 6 weeks, but its tearing me up knowing this may be the last time I see her.
In the process of planning this trip, there is even more bad news. Hubby's mother has cancer. She has been fighting cancer for about 15 years now. She has dealt with skin cancer, breast cancer, ovarian and cervical cancer, and now she has lung cancer. She has fought hard battling this horrible disease, but she too is running out of energy. The chemo and radiation have taken their toll on her, and now sadly we must make a trip to see her as well, because they don't think she will make it another six months.
I don't have a good relationship with my in-laws. In short, they don't like me - they never have. One day I'm sure I will blog about that. Right now it seems pety considering Hubby's mother is not doing well, but I am having a difficult time maintaining a positive attitude for Hubby's sake. Anyway...
Now that things have gotten worse with both Hubby's mom and my Grandma, we will be making a trip to visit both of them in April.
In the midst of all of this, I am trying to find something to smile about. I got a call from Lil' Pistol today about taking a road trip to Oklahoma City. She tells me that she would like to make this trip in about a month. Eeee-gads! I could REALLY use a trip to my beloved Texas right now, and OKC is only two hours away from there - but with everything else going on, I just don't know if I can take the trip that soon. I thought we were going to wait until the end of April. The worst of it is that she wants to make the trip down and back in 6 days. That means we only get 4 days down there, because it's a 20 hour drive one way, which means two of those six days will be needed for driving, and the day we leave I actually have to work, so we can't even leave until after 4 p.m. Technically that means we'll only have three and half days. *sighs* But I am so desperate for some time down south, that I have agreed to make this trip with her. Good thing there will be two of us driving - bum deal that we won't get to spend a weekend down there. It is strictly a Monday through Friday trip.
My head is swimming right now. I need some sleep. Nighty-night.
xoxo
My day started out pretty shitty. First thing this morning I received a phonecall from my boss about the whole snow drift ordeal over the weekend. Turns out this thing got snowballed out so bad (pardon the pun) that our office has now been black-balled because of it. And guess who gets to be blamed for the whole thing? Yeah...that would be me. That's the last time I try help out around that effing office. Next time, I think I'll just break my neck and then sue their asses.
I am also still feeling like crap, health wise. This damn flu seems to want to hang on for dear life. While I don't feel nearly as ill as I did last week, I just can't seem to get my energy back, and my poor little ol' nose makes me look like I should be related to Rudolph. I'll be so glad when I can shake this thing.
The weather where I'm at sucks. Below zero temperatures, mixed with icy winds and more snow is making Lady Lover a dull & disgruntled girl. Ugh.
On top of all this little nit-picky shit, there are much more serious issues going around here. For starters, my Grandma is not doing well. I am in serious need of making a trip to visit my family, because Grandma keeps asking for me, and the way my family is talking, she may not see 2009.
Grandma is 93 years old. For years I have joked around with her that she is like the "energizer bunny"...She just keeps "going, and going, and going", but I think her battery is running out. For about a year now I have been bracing myself for the inevitable, but its tough being strong, even though I know and understand the circle of life. No one likes to think their Grandma is anything but immortal. My Grandma and I have a very special relationship. I am planning a trip to visit her in about 6 weeks, but its tearing me up knowing this may be the last time I see her.
In the process of planning this trip, there is even more bad news. Hubby's mother has cancer. She has been fighting cancer for about 15 years now. She has dealt with skin cancer, breast cancer, ovarian and cervical cancer, and now she has lung cancer. She has fought hard battling this horrible disease, but she too is running out of energy. The chemo and radiation have taken their toll on her, and now sadly we must make a trip to see her as well, because they don't think she will make it another six months.
I don't have a good relationship with my in-laws. In short, they don't like me - they never have. One day I'm sure I will blog about that. Right now it seems pety considering Hubby's mother is not doing well, but I am having a difficult time maintaining a positive attitude for Hubby's sake. Anyway...
Now that things have gotten worse with both Hubby's mom and my Grandma, we will be making a trip to visit both of them in April.
In the midst of all of this, I am trying to find something to smile about. I got a call from Lil' Pistol today about taking a road trip to Oklahoma City. She tells me that she would like to make this trip in about a month. Eeee-gads! I could REALLY use a trip to my beloved Texas right now, and OKC is only two hours away from there - but with everything else going on, I just don't know if I can take the trip that soon. I thought we were going to wait until the end of April. The worst of it is that she wants to make the trip down and back in 6 days. That means we only get 4 days down there, because it's a 20 hour drive one way, which means two of those six days will be needed for driving, and the day we leave I actually have to work, so we can't even leave until after 4 p.m. Technically that means we'll only have three and half days. *sighs* But I am so desperate for some time down south, that I have agreed to make this trip with her. Good thing there will be two of us driving - bum deal that we won't get to spend a weekend down there. It is strictly a Monday through Friday trip.
My head is swimming right now. I need some sleep. Nighty-night.
xoxo
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Ta-DAAA!!!
I have been wanting to put a pic of me on my blog page, but I have issues about showing my full face, LOL! They are privacy issues, of course, 'cause Goddess help me if anyone should really recognize me --> DOH! So I spent some serious time searching through my photos, looking for the perfect picture to represent me and what my page is all about, for the most part. This is the pic I came up with. If you don't get the connection, then you haven't read enough of my blog, lol I don't know if I'll ever put any additional pics of me on this blog, but at least you get a smile, a kiss, and a little bit of a booby shot! ;)
I'm sitting at work right now, and it is about halfway through the work day. I'll be really glad when this weekend is over. I hate being here. Yesterday I had this big, long, drawn-out, two hour drama about something as simple as getting the sidewalk shoveled leading up to the door of our office building. Basically there is a rather large snow drift perfectly placed by Mother Nature right on the sidewalk, and you can't really walk around it, because it's also right at our door to the building. Mind you, I work on a government installation. One would THINK there are people available to clear the sidewalks when needed, right? Given that it's a weekend, apparently it's no ones job. Who cares that the winds keep blowing & the snow drift is getting bigger. You know what I was told? "When you literally can't get out of the building, then give us a call." What a crock of shit!! And it's just one more reason why I HATE THIS PLACE!!! *Breathe, LL, Breathe*
Today I come to work, and there is now a very packed, very narrow path leading to the door. It looks like someone had the good graces to shuffle their whole body through the snow drift. *rolling eyes* Now while I don't wish anyone harm, my boss is the main reason this ordeal was dragged out for two hours yesterday - with zero results. All I'm sayin' is that I hope she's wearing her high heels in the morning! *snickers*
The good news today is that I am actually FINALLY starting to feel better. Still dragging a little, feeling more like I've just got a cold rather than the flu, but at least I don't feel like I'm dying anymore. Oh, Happy Day! What I'm really hoping is that I'm feeling all better and at the top of my game by Wednesday night! ;)
xoxo
I'm sitting at work right now, and it is about halfway through the work day. I'll be really glad when this weekend is over. I hate being here. Yesterday I had this big, long, drawn-out, two hour drama about something as simple as getting the sidewalk shoveled leading up to the door of our office building. Basically there is a rather large snow drift perfectly placed by Mother Nature right on the sidewalk, and you can't really walk around it, because it's also right at our door to the building. Mind you, I work on a government installation. One would THINK there are people available to clear the sidewalks when needed, right? Given that it's a weekend, apparently it's no ones job. Who cares that the winds keep blowing & the snow drift is getting bigger. You know what I was told? "When you literally can't get out of the building, then give us a call." What a crock of shit!! And it's just one more reason why I HATE THIS PLACE!!! *Breathe, LL, Breathe*
Today I come to work, and there is now a very packed, very narrow path leading to the door. It looks like someone had the good graces to shuffle their whole body through the snow drift. *rolling eyes* Now while I don't wish anyone harm, my boss is the main reason this ordeal was dragged out for two hours yesterday - with zero results. All I'm sayin' is that I hope she's wearing her high heels in the morning! *snickers*
The good news today is that I am actually FINALLY starting to feel better. Still dragging a little, feeling more like I've just got a cold rather than the flu, but at least I don't feel like I'm dying anymore. Oh, Happy Day! What I'm really hoping is that I'm feeling all better and at the top of my game by Wednesday night! ;)
xoxo
Friday, February 08, 2008
To Blog, Or Not To Blog?
That is the question.
I'm excited right now. I have been pretty sick with the flu this past week. It's Friday, and this is the first day since Monday that I have been out of bed, except to get something to drink and to use the bathroom. I don't think I've ever been this sick with the flu. I don't know if it's my age, or if this really was just a nasty, NASTY bugger, but I'm feeling a bit of life creeping back into my spirit today. YaY! Sadly, Hubby is down with the flu now as well. He's about 24 hours behind me with symptoms, and it's kicking his butt just as bad as it did mine. I feel bad for him, because I know how he's feeling. Hopefully he'll follow suit and be feeling a little better in the next day or two. I'm just glad I'm starting to feel better. I really couldn't afford to take time off work, and I have to work tomorrow. Anyway, that's not what I'm excited about, LOL...
I'm excited, because I turned on my 'puter this morning and logged in to blog to discover that Mrs. WS is back! Not only is she back, but she brought Mr. WS with her! YAYYYY!
Let me explain - while many of you are familiar with Mr & Mrs WS, whether through this blogging site or elsewhere, they just happen to be my two closest and dearest personal friends in the world! I can say, with all sincerity, they probably know me even better than my own husband does, which is sad, but true. I never have to worry about what I say or do around them. I never have to hide my feelings, or hold back what I'm about. I can vent to them, share my secrets with them, party like a rock star with them, lol, be goofy with them, and I can be the real me when I'm around them, without ever worrying about what they will think of me. How many people can you really say that about in your life?
Don't get me wrong. The relationship I have with my husband is similar. He is my best friend, after all. I can tell him just about anything, but even with him I feel like I have to hold back sometimes. It shouldn't be that way, right? Well, it's unfortunate, but that's how it is. For instance, when I go out to party, if I'm with Hubby, I usually have to hold back my wild child within. Hubby really doesn't have a wild side. He's one of the reserved type. He likes to sit and watch the world go by, while I like to dance, socialize, flirt, and all around party up a storm. I would say I can drink with the best of 'em, and when I start drinking I loosen up, A LOT! You know the saying, "Girls just want to have fun!" That's me, to a "T", but I always feel hesitant to "let it all out" when Hubby's around. Part of it might be tinges of guilt, because I feel like I'm having a good time and he's not. Or it might be that I feel he holds me back. I don't know. All I can say is that you would understand if you saw us out together.
Just as an example, last Friday night Hubby and I went to the watering hole and met up with some of the guys he works with. Since I had to work the next morning, I decided to be DD for the night and let Hubby cut loose and be the drunk for the night - lol! Even sober, I was having fun. But while Hubby was doing the drinking, all he did was sit there for the most part. He did come out and dance with me twice - woohoo! But even then, he was very low key. About half way through the night, one of the guys came up to me and said, "They were right." I asked him what he meant, and he said, "They told me you were a lot of fun to party with, but [Hubby] just sits there." I wasn't sure what to say on Hubby's behalf, so I just told him, "I like to have fun when I go out." What else could I say without making Hubby sound like the Grinch, lol.
It makes me sad sometimes, that I can't just go out with Hubby and be the same party girl I am when I am out without him. The irony is that when I go out alone, the next day I fill Hubby in on everything that I was up to the night before. He never seems to have a problem with it, regardless of what "it" is, so I don't know why I have such a hard time being that same person when he's with me. There's just something different in the air when we are out together. I suppose I could look at it on the positive side and say, at least when we are out together he keeps me out of trouble, lol - but just once I'd like to go out and have a good time with him, as opposed to having fun while he just sits there. The man needs to loosen up. *sighs* Anyway...
It's moments like that when I feel grateful to have friends like Mr & Mrs WS. While we don't get to party or hang out together too much these days, because of the miles between us, it makes me feel good when I think about them and good times we do share. When I go out alone on my ladies night's, I often think to myself, "it's okay to be myself and cut loose and have a good time. Someone out there understands." *HUGS to Mr & Mrs WS*
Okay, so enough of that sentimental stuff, lol...
I had to laugh this morning when I logged on to blog. When I checked in with Mrs. WS's page, the first thing I see is this "Content Warning". OMG! I'm shaking my finger at the "tattle-tales" out there. Someone actually had the audacity to turn her in for "objectionable content"! Are you kidding me??? Hey! If you can't take the heat, stay out of the frickin' kitchen!! No one told you that you had to read her blog, and in case you missed it, this is a free world! And there is a hell-of-a-lot worse stuff posted on the internet than anything Mrs. WS posts! It's called LIFE folks, and just because you're a prude doesn't mean the whole world leads a boring life! You only wish you had half the charisma she's got!!
I, for one, LOVE reading Mrs. WS's posts. For starters, I get to check in with her page to see what she's been up to. *wink-wink* I think we tend to keep in touch this way, too. I love reading her daily antics when she has time to share them - it makes me feel more connected with my friend. And now that Mr. WS is posting too, I get to feel more connected with him as well! Yay for friends!
As for me, well... I was losing faith in the whole blogging thing. I was starting to feel like I was alone in blogger-land, because no one ever comments on what I write. It's no fun when you feel like you are talking to yourself. Although, there are times when blogging makes me feel better, just because I need an outlet to express myself, even if no one is reading them.
You see, as far as I know, Hubby doesn't know that I have this blog. I for one would like to keep it that way. This is the one place I can express myself about my life and my feelings, without worrying about hurting his feelings, or being concerned that what I share might have consequences. Here is where I feel I can be the most honest about what I've been up to, or vent about anything and everything, without worrying whether or not someone is going to be judgemental. Of course, there is always going to be someone out there who feels they have the right to judge, but to them I say, look to your own house. If you don't "approve" then move along, because I could care less what you think.
So...the question was, "To blog, or not to blog?" I am currently motivated by Mr & Mrs WS's recent activity, so I think I'll keep blogging. It may never be as exciting as some other "objectionable content", LMAO - but hey, it's all about keeping it Real.
xoxo
I'm excited right now. I have been pretty sick with the flu this past week. It's Friday, and this is the first day since Monday that I have been out of bed, except to get something to drink and to use the bathroom. I don't think I've ever been this sick with the flu. I don't know if it's my age, or if this really was just a nasty, NASTY bugger, but I'm feeling a bit of life creeping back into my spirit today. YaY! Sadly, Hubby is down with the flu now as well. He's about 24 hours behind me with symptoms, and it's kicking his butt just as bad as it did mine. I feel bad for him, because I know how he's feeling. Hopefully he'll follow suit and be feeling a little better in the next day or two. I'm just glad I'm starting to feel better. I really couldn't afford to take time off work, and I have to work tomorrow. Anyway, that's not what I'm excited about, LOL...
I'm excited, because I turned on my 'puter this morning and logged in to blog to discover that Mrs. WS is back! Not only is she back, but she brought Mr. WS with her! YAYYYY!
Let me explain - while many of you are familiar with Mr & Mrs WS, whether through this blogging site or elsewhere, they just happen to be my two closest and dearest personal friends in the world! I can say, with all sincerity, they probably know me even better than my own husband does, which is sad, but true. I never have to worry about what I say or do around them. I never have to hide my feelings, or hold back what I'm about. I can vent to them, share my secrets with them, party like a rock star with them, lol, be goofy with them, and I can be the real me when I'm around them, without ever worrying about what they will think of me. How many people can you really say that about in your life?
Don't get me wrong. The relationship I have with my husband is similar. He is my best friend, after all. I can tell him just about anything, but even with him I feel like I have to hold back sometimes. It shouldn't be that way, right? Well, it's unfortunate, but that's how it is. For instance, when I go out to party, if I'm with Hubby, I usually have to hold back my wild child within. Hubby really doesn't have a wild side. He's one of the reserved type. He likes to sit and watch the world go by, while I like to dance, socialize, flirt, and all around party up a storm. I would say I can drink with the best of 'em, and when I start drinking I loosen up, A LOT! You know the saying, "Girls just want to have fun!" That's me, to a "T", but I always feel hesitant to "let it all out" when Hubby's around. Part of it might be tinges of guilt, because I feel like I'm having a good time and he's not. Or it might be that I feel he holds me back. I don't know. All I can say is that you would understand if you saw us out together.
Just as an example, last Friday night Hubby and I went to the watering hole and met up with some of the guys he works with. Since I had to work the next morning, I decided to be DD for the night and let Hubby cut loose and be the drunk for the night - lol! Even sober, I was having fun. But while Hubby was doing the drinking, all he did was sit there for the most part. He did come out and dance with me twice - woohoo! But even then, he was very low key. About half way through the night, one of the guys came up to me and said, "They were right." I asked him what he meant, and he said, "They told me you were a lot of fun to party with, but [Hubby] just sits there." I wasn't sure what to say on Hubby's behalf, so I just told him, "I like to have fun when I go out." What else could I say without making Hubby sound like the Grinch, lol.
It makes me sad sometimes, that I can't just go out with Hubby and be the same party girl I am when I am out without him. The irony is that when I go out alone, the next day I fill Hubby in on everything that I was up to the night before. He never seems to have a problem with it, regardless of what "it" is, so I don't know why I have such a hard time being that same person when he's with me. There's just something different in the air when we are out together. I suppose I could look at it on the positive side and say, at least when we are out together he keeps me out of trouble, lol - but just once I'd like to go out and have a good time with him, as opposed to having fun while he just sits there. The man needs to loosen up. *sighs* Anyway...
It's moments like that when I feel grateful to have friends like Mr & Mrs WS. While we don't get to party or hang out together too much these days, because of the miles between us, it makes me feel good when I think about them and good times we do share. When I go out alone on my ladies night's, I often think to myself, "it's okay to be myself and cut loose and have a good time. Someone out there understands." *HUGS to Mr & Mrs WS*
Okay, so enough of that sentimental stuff, lol...
I had to laugh this morning when I logged on to blog. When I checked in with Mrs. WS's page, the first thing I see is this "Content Warning". OMG! I'm shaking my finger at the "tattle-tales" out there. Someone actually had the audacity to turn her in for "objectionable content"! Are you kidding me??? Hey! If you can't take the heat, stay out of the frickin' kitchen!! No one told you that you had to read her blog, and in case you missed it, this is a free world! And there is a hell-of-a-lot worse stuff posted on the internet than anything Mrs. WS posts! It's called LIFE folks, and just because you're a prude doesn't mean the whole world leads a boring life! You only wish you had half the charisma she's got!!
I, for one, LOVE reading Mrs. WS's posts. For starters, I get to check in with her page to see what she's been up to. *wink-wink* I think we tend to keep in touch this way, too. I love reading her daily antics when she has time to share them - it makes me feel more connected with my friend. And now that Mr. WS is posting too, I get to feel more connected with him as well! Yay for friends!
As for me, well... I was losing faith in the whole blogging thing. I was starting to feel like I was alone in blogger-land, because no one ever comments on what I write. It's no fun when you feel like you are talking to yourself. Although, there are times when blogging makes me feel better, just because I need an outlet to express myself, even if no one is reading them.
You see, as far as I know, Hubby doesn't know that I have this blog. I for one would like to keep it that way. This is the one place I can express myself about my life and my feelings, without worrying about hurting his feelings, or being concerned that what I share might have consequences. Here is where I feel I can be the most honest about what I've been up to, or vent about anything and everything, without worrying whether or not someone is going to be judgemental. Of course, there is always going to be someone out there who feels they have the right to judge, but to them I say, look to your own house. If you don't "approve" then move along, because I could care less what you think.
So...the question was, "To blog, or not to blog?" I am currently motivated by Mr & Mrs WS's recent activity, so I think I'll keep blogging. It may never be as exciting as some other "objectionable content", LMAO - but hey, it's all about keeping it Real.
xoxo
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