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