It's 4:30 in the morning, and I'm at work right now. This is day five in a five day work schedule that is kicking my butt in a big way. As you know, my regular shift is to work the weekends and all government holidays, from 8-4. This weekend has been a humdinger for me. Saturday I worked 8 to 4; Sunday 6 to 4 (2 extra hours to cover a co-worker who needed to take some vacation time); Monday I came in at 8 am, worked until 4 pm, went home and took a 3 hour nap, only to get up and go back into work at midnight for another eight hour shift; which leads to today, working a second midnight to 8 am shift. These graveyard hours were to cover another co-worker who covered my shift while we went out of town to visit our son and Hubby's mom. At the risk of sounding repetitive...I HATE MY JOB! *breathe, LL, breathe*sighs* These people have no consideration for anyone else when they want something, and they could give a rats ass about anyone else's health or family needs. Anyway, I'm so effin' tired right now that I can barely see straight. But since I'm sure my boss wouldn't take too kindly to me taking a nap on the job, I thought I would try to stay awake by sharing more of what's been going on in my life lately, so here I am! ;)
The most pressing circumstance lately can not be placed in the "happy, happy, joy, joy" catagory. As a matter of fact, I'm a bit freaked out about this one. Here's the latest scoop... Hubby has been called to duty to spend a year in Iraq in the combat zone. It is a non-volunteer thing, so he doesn't have a whole lot of choice. Wait! He had one other choice... retire 3 months shy of his 20 year mark. The latter choice would have seriously complicated our life, and it would have had a negative financial impact on our future, so it wasn't an option, leaving us with only one other choice... spend another year apart while Hubby does his military duty... in Iraq... in the combat zone... ugh.
Mind you, I have been a military wife for as long as Hubby has been in the service. We were already married and had our son when he joined up. In all these years, you would think I am used to this stuff because, goodness knows, we have spent our fair share of time apart for the sake of the military. I actually sat here estimating the time we have been apart in the last 20 years because of his military duty, and when you add it all together, including this upcoming assignment, it will be equivilant to approximately 4 years of seperation, not including his short/temporary assignments, where he's only been gone for a week or two at a time. That's more than four years of our marraige and family life that the military has taken away from us. Now, just a few months away from the finish line (kinda-sorta, 'cause we were actually considering extending a few more years), THEY decide to give him an ultimatum. It's just wrong, wrong, wrong.
Where the military is concerned in our life, it has been a tough road. We can say that we have been proud to serve and do our duty over the years, both as an active duty member and a spouse, but with all the time we have spent apart, and all the bs propoganda we've had to cope with over the years, it is sadly leaving a bitter taste in our mouths. Unfortunately, we are having to stick it out though, because of the little bit of retirement benefits we get at the end of all this. Let's just say, the benefits of being in the military aren't what they used to be. As a matter of fact, over the 20 years we have been in, we have seen a major decline in these benefits, but in the end, it would be an insane move to give up the small amount of benefits Hubby has earned. Okay, I'm not going to dwell on this right now, because its only going to piss me off, lol - I'm sure I'll post more about it as times goes on. *LL, MOVE AWAAAYYYY from the bitch session!*
Now that I have pretty much (finally) caught you up on the Yum Factor, I thought I'd share with you what else has been going on while I've been waiting on Mr. Yummy to stop torchering me, lol - Like I said, I pretty much moved on after all the stupidity that happened - Although, I do have to say that I still want to f* Mr. Yummy in a big way! He is so damn good at making me want him, and that is driving me nuts! But two can play at this game, and after everything he has put me through up to this point, he's going to have to continue to do more serious ass-kissing before I'll drop my panties for him! ;) Meanwhile, I've had a couple interesting ladies nights that I thought I'd share with you...
We'll begin with Thursday evening - March 6th
It was an unusual Thursday night for me - I usually stay home on Thursday nights recovering from Ladies Night, but this particular Thursday afternoon I had just returned home from my grandmother's funeral. Needless to say, when I got home, I was fairly wiped out emotionally, and all I wanted to do was relax. So I grabbed my computer, crawled on to my bed, and started checking my e-mail.
While I'm on the computer that evening, I get an instant message from a friend of mine we'll call LS, because he's the one that calls his house "the love shack", which I blogged about a while ago. LS and I have known each other now for about a year and a half or so. He was actually the one that I was going to try to hook up with on my birthday last year too, since Biker Dude had stood me up that night. Okay...I know I blogged about that too, and there's a lot of blogging missing, lol - but anyway...
I'm on-line chit-chatting with LS that evening. LS knows that I love strawberry margaritas, and he happens to mention that he was drinking strawberry margaritas that particular night while we are chatting. Now one of the missing blog notes is about how I have been bugging LS to buy some strawberry margarita mix ever since the first night I met him, when he served me an overload of regular margaritas at the love shack that one night many moons ago. I really don't like regular margaritas, as they are too sour for me, so I always told him that if he bought strawberry margarita mix, I'd come over and help him drink it. ;) So I start giving him shit for buying the strawberry variety and not inviting me over, and he tells me that he actually thought about me when he bought it. Then he tells me that he's actually thought about me a lot lately, and with that he invites me over to his house the following Tuesday night to have margaritas with him.
Once again, a little history... (I seem to be bad at blogging while things are actually going on, but good at fillin' ya in later down the road, lol - I'll try to be better about that in the future. :) )
LS and I talk on-line a lot. In the year and a half we have known each other, we have become pretty good friends, although we don't get to hang out very often. Mostly we just talk on-line. Between his work schedule and mine, plus the fact that he's got four kids, and spends as much time with them as humanly possible, there's not much opportunity to get together. It's actually been about five months since I had seen him last, but we talk regularly. LS got a divorce about a year ago, and his life has been turned up-side down because of it. He started drinking pretty heavy during the divorce, and ended up getting a DUI. Six months later he got his license back, and the very first night he drove again, he got a second DUI. Can we say, "screwed"??? I feel bad for him that he has had such a tough time with the divorce, but I have a hard time having pity for someone who doesn't know how to catch a cab. Personally, there was no excuse for him to get that second DUI (nor the first one, for that matter)- I believe getting a dui is nothing more than plain ol' pure and simple stupidity, but DUI aside, LS is a good guy at heart.
During our on-line history, me and LS have had some pretty racy conversations that ended, more than once, with some serious masturbation. With that in mind, you can fairly well imagine that the two of us were due for some quality one-on-one time in person. You would think that we would have gotten together long before this, but it wasn't from a lack of effort on either of our parts. Again, our schedules are tough to coordinate. The poor guy works 12 hours shifts, six days a week (and I'm bitching about my schedule, right?) So when he's not working, or trying to spend time with his kids, he's usually sleeping or on-line with me, lol.
Hubby knows that I talk to LS all the time on-line, and he also knows about the racy conversations that LS and I have had. When I told Hubby that LS invited me over for margaritas that next Tuesday night, Hubby's comment was, "Margaritas my ass!" We laughed and then Hubby told me to have a good time. ;)
All day the following Tuesday my hormones were in an uproar! It was all I could do to keep myself from pulling out my vibrator, but I wanted to "save" myself for LS that night, so I allowed myself to pleasurably suffer throughout the day. Then Hubby came home from work, we had dinner together, and I started getting ready to go out.
Hubby gets very turned on at the thought of another man f*ing me - so much so that he has a hard time controlling himself when he knows its going to happen. He proved that point as I was getting ready that night. I'm standing in the bathroom putting on my makeup, and here comes Hubby. He starts rubbing his hands all over me, which is making me hornier than I already am. I feel his hard-on growing, and he leans me over the vanity in the bathroom and starts f*ing me.
Now here's the thing... I feel bad for Hubby when this happens, because I always have to hold him off - which really isn't fair to Hubby. But in all fairness to the guy(s) I hook up with, not everyone gets turned on by the thought of "sloppy seconds". If, by some chance, the guy I'm going to be with that night wants to go down on me, I would like to be clean and sweet smelling for his pleasure, rather than feeling and smelling like another man has been there. I don't think this is unreasonable, but as many times as I try to explain this to Hubby, he prefers to ignore that fact more often than not. Hubby really gets off on f*ing me right after another man has had me. He says its because I'm so wet and soft afterwards, because it's been "worked". I have no issues with this at all! But during the pre-game, I prefer to wait, so I told Hubby he was going to have to "hold that thought". He doesn't complain too much when I do that to him, and honestly, I think it just makes him harder knowing that he'll get his "soft & wet, worked puss'n boots" at the end of the night when I get home. And with that, I finish getting ready, and head over to the Love Shack. :)
When I get to LS's house, I walk in the door and LS wraps his arms around me, and kisses me with a force that caught me off guard. Mind you, LS has kissed me before, and I like his kisses very much! But this one was definitely all about HIS horny-mones, lol! It's so nice to feel wanted! hehe Even still, I had to push him off of me, because I wasn't about to walk in the door and just get naked that quick. I wanted my strawberry margaritas first, and some one-on-one time to chit-chat and get reaquainted with him in person, because I hadn't seen him in over five months. He was very gentlemanly about it, and he backed off and headed to the kitchen to pour me a margarita.
For the next hour or so, LS and I sat in his livingroom talking and drinking our margaritas. It was nice to just sit there and bullshit with him. At the time, we were sitting across from each other, and he gets up and comes over to me and lays another one of his horny kisses on me. Of course, by this time the margaritas started kicking in, and I was a little more receptive to his advances now. We started groping each other, and making out like two teenagers, then he tries to take my pants off. Now, I'm not cruel - really I'm not - but I wasn't ready to end the casual part of our night just yet, so I held him off again, and grabbed his hand and led him to his computer room. I had a picture of him that I wanted him to grab for his myspace page, so we went on-line where I had the picture stored, and we transferred it to his pc.
While we're playing on his computer for the next hour, LS grabs me and tells me he won't be put off anymore. Oh my! hehe In his computer room, he has one of those high barstool type chairs, which I was sitting on, and a regular computer chair which he was occupying. When he grabs me, he kisses me passionately, then goes straight for the zipper of my jeans, and in the blink of an eye, both my pants and panties are gone! lol Might I add, he was really good at that! It was so smooth that I barely noticed what he was doing. *blushes* Before I know it, he's got his face buried between my legs, and he's licking, sucking and fingering me to a heavenly orgasm.
After I came down from my high, with wobbly legs beneath me, he stands me up and pulls off my shirt and bra. Then be begins playing with my breasts, sucking my nipples, running his tongue along me neck and ears, and expertly using his fingers again, until I tell him it's time to move to a more comfortable spot, because the chair I was sitting in during this extravaganza was starting to become a hinderance. With that, he takes my hand and leads me to his bedroom.
When we reach the bedroom, I start pealing off his clothes, because he's still fully dressed at this point. In the process, once he's undressed, I start sucking him. I love the power I feel when I give a man a blowjob! Especially when I hear him give one of those deep moans that tells me I'm rocking his world! I wasn't about to let him have his orgasm yet though. I knew he was getting close, but I wasn't done having fun with him yet, so I pulled away, and slowly laid down on the bed, giving him time to collect himself a little.
LS lays down on the bed with me, and starts kissing me again, while his hands start to roam. Not long after, I straddled him and slowly eased him into me, while I watched his face show expressions of yummy satisfaction. With one quick downward motion, I took the rest of him into me, and he lets out another deep moan. I have to tell you, I love being on top. It's another power thing for me. I know that when I'm on top, I'm in control. I don't think a man gets nearly as much friction with me on top, but I get to rock my hips, and aid the process in hitting all the right spots on me this way, which is heavenly for me. ;)
Slowly I begin to rock my hips. Hubby says when I do this, it's like I'm dancing on his cock, lol I suppose I am dancing in a way, because I don't just slam up and down in this position. I tend to rotate my hips in the process. So with one hand on my hip, and his thumb on my clit, I'm slowly and sensuously stroking him, riding him for all it's worth, when I realize he's coming close to getting off again. I'm such a tease, lol - but I'm not done yet, and I try to climb off of him, but he doesn't let me. He holds me in place, continues to roll my hips around on his cock, until I explode! I guess I misjudged him, because he managed to hold off while he got me off for a second time that night. I collapsed on his chest for a few minutes, and after I recovered, he turns me on all fours, so that he can take me from behind. With that, he enters me, and takes charge.
I have this thing for men who can do two things at once. I look at it this way - a man's cock is an extremety, and when that one's busy, he still has two hands left to occupy. LS is one of those guys who knows this little tidbit, and he reaches around my waist and starts rubbing my clit again with his fingers. It wasn't long before I reached another fabulous orgasm! Then, realizing I was bit shakey again, LS rolls me over and lays me on my back, where he proceeds to f* me, and f* me hard.
By now, I am so freakin' sensative from the three orgasms that I've already had - when I get that sensative, it seems to be very easy for me to orgasm again via straight f*ing. I think it's because my g-spot is so swollen at this point, and if a man can pay attention to my g-spot this far into the game, then I know I have at least one more good one in me, and it's usually the one that beats all others. Well, don't you know, LS must have had just that in mind, because he managed to f* me into oblivion! And not far behind, he finally allowed himself to release his own load, then he collapsed next to me with this shit-eating grin on his face, lol - I love it! Both of us spent, we layed there snuggling and talking, until we both fell asleep. I, however, didn't sleep long, as I get a text message from Hubby wondering when I'll be home.
After hearing from Hubby, but still with shakey legs, I get up, get dressed and head out the door. LS woke up while I getting dressed, and asked me why I wasn't staying the night. Damn. I would have loved to stay there and sleep, but I explained that Hubby was waiting for me, and I needed to get home. He smiled, kissed me, then walked me to the door, while telling me two things. One, he thought it was cool as shit that he made me squirt that night, lol - yeah - it was FABULOUS! And two, we'd have to get together again real soon. YAY for Lady Lover! Then I headed home, where Hubby was ready and waiting with his own hard-on. I obviously didn't have much more in me at that point, so Hubby took the reigns, and rode me until he managed to cum buckets, then we both passed out. ;)
LS and I obviously had a great time that night. It was well worth all the time we had to wait, and all the teasing and on-line pleasing we went through. Unfortunately, it would be the last time he and I would get together. Things went down hill about a two months later, and I'll tell you all about it in my next post. I hate drama. *sighs*
xoxo
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
The Yum Factor... Finale???
So much has happened since the day I found out Mr. Yummy & Big T supposedly did the "nasty". At this point, dates totally elude me, because it's been over three months since all that happened, so I'm just going to tell you the gist of what's happened since then.
Less than 24 hours after getting the shocking news about Big T and Mr. Yummy, Big T starts sending me text messages, asking me if we are going to be able to work through this and be friends again. You can't be serious?!? I'm not one to usually hold a grudge. I can actually be very forgiving of stupid shit, but not this time. And certainly NOT this soon! For the next few days, she continues sending me text messages, telling me how sorry she was...blah, blah, blah. This is the same week I was told my grandma was dieing, so while she's sending me all these text messages, I'm dealing with trying to get home to be with Grandma. Understandably, I ignored her messages. The next weekend I was home with my family, as Grandma passed away that Friday. Thankfully, Big T's text messages stopped that weekend. I assume someone told her what was going on, since someone had to cover my shift at work. Anyway, I didn't have to deal with Big T again, until I got back to work the following weekend.
I worked my usual shift that weekend, and when Big T comes in to relieve my shift, she starts telling me, once again, how sorry she was about what happened, and then she adds that she can't believe she "did that to me" at the same time that I'm trying to handle the death of my grandma. This is the last thing I needed to hear at this point. Do not equate your stupidity and thoughtless bullshit with my grandmother's death! I didn't actually say that to her. I should have, but I didn't. I basically stayed silent, as I was hurting too bad to even deal with Big T and the shit she pulled with Mr. Yummy.
The following weekend, and for the next few weekends after that, Big T continued to try to have conversations with me about what had happened that night, telling me how sorry she was, how she would do anything to make it up to me, and how she wished we could work through this because she misses me. At least she had the good graces to cry a few tears over it, but it wasn't enough to get me to forgive her. Of course, during that time, my son also had his heart attack, and the weekend after that happened, Big T says to me, "You should have said something. I could have been there for you." That's when I pretty much stopped talking to her all together, but not before telling her that I didn't know if I could ever bring myself to trust her again. I told her a while ago that I would be civil to her, because we have to work together, but outside of that, don't ever expect us to be buddy-buddy like it used to be. To be quite honest, I can't look at her now without feeling disgust. She comes into work every weekend trying to start up conversations with me, and I just don't have it in me to talk to her.
There have been a few times over the last few months when I have asked myself if I was being unreasonable about this whole thing. After all, she and I are both married, and it's not like she stole a boyfriend from me, since there was no romantic involvement. But, dammit, I definitely did put some time into this one, and then I remind myself again that I have the freedom and permission for extracurricular sex, while she, on the other hand, would end up divorced if her husband ever found out what she did. I also have to remind myself that she was the one person around here whom I shared details with, so she pretty much knew ALL the details about what was going on with Mr. Yummy. She is the one that betrayed our friendship, along with my confidence and trust in her. I am not at fault here, and so I have to tell myself that I shouldn't feel bad for being so upset with her.
I think what kills me most is how Big T is trying so hard to act as the innocent in all this. "It just happened", my ass! What I find most interesting of all, is how more and more of the story has evolved since that night. Ever heard the saying, "There are three sides to every story - there's his version, her version, and the truth." ??? Yeah, so... There's Big T's version, which seems to change ever so slightly every time she tries to tell it. Then there's Mr. Yummy's version, which not only remains constant, but is also confirmed via the third story teller in this ordeal, and that would be Beauty, because she was there that night when it happened. And I hardly think Beauty and Mr. Yummy are in cahoots with each other, because they really don't know each other that well. Plus, Beauty and Big T have been good friends for quite some time now, so she must be really disgusted with Big T to be sharing her version at all. Here's the version Mr. Yummy tells...
They were in the hot tub, and he got out. Big T also got out about the same time. He headed to the back bedroom to get dressed. Big T followed him in that direction. When he saw her following him, he headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She followed him in there, switched out the light, and started to give him a blowjob. He says he was also drunk, but not stupid. He let her start, and then he "woke up", so to speak, because it hit him that she was married, and he worked with her husband. The way he put it, his career started flashing before his eyes, and he made her stop. Knowing Mr. Yummy like I do, stopping her because of his career sounds like something he would do. This would also explain why "they weren't in there very long", which is something I have heard from all three of them. It would also explain why Big T was curling her fingers through his hair on the ride home, trying to work her "charms" while claiming she could help him sleep better that night, and why he turned her invitation down.
All this also confirms what I already knew about Big T - she thinks she's "da bomb", and "everyone loves her cuz she's so darn cute." Can you see my eyes rolling in the back of my head?? In all her "cuteness", she has failed to remember that I have been privy to her "naughty antics" for a lot of years. I have witnessed her diabolical plots to get what she wants. I have seen the face that is ANYTHING BUT INNOCENT. There is one thing I haven't quite figured out yet, though. When I first found out about this "thing" with Mr. Yummy, she let me believe that she actually f*ed him. It wasn't until I confronted her with Mr. Yummy's version of the story that she actually agreed that it was only a blowjob. Why would she do that? I haven't actually asked her straight out about that, because it didn't really sink in until after I decided that I was done listening to her babbling bullshit. If I brought it up now, it would only bring this whole thing to the surface again. Except for telling you the rest of the story, I'm pretty much done with that whole thing.
So, anyway, I have come to the conclusion that, for what ever reason, Big T coveted something of mine. Either that, or she was trying to prove some kind of point, as if to say she was more desireable than I am. I'm not exactly sure, but she knew she couldn't have Hubby, so I feel like she went for the next best thing...one of my playmates - or in this case, 'potential playmates'. I think I have to actually pity her for that.
This is going to sound a bit conceited, but while no one, until Big T, has ever stabbed me in the back like this, this isn't the first time someone was envious of our lifestyle. The reason I say that is because I feel like she was trying to see what it's like to 'be me', if you know what I mean. Big T has expressed her envy over the years, wishing that she could play openly too, with Hubby being her main goal if she could have him. Knowing how I felt about her with Hubby just seems to put all this into the catagory of "coveting what you can't have". I can't tell you how many people have told me over the years, after they found out about our lifestyle, how they wished their significant other would be open to living like this, and while Big T might wish she could live like this as well, her husband wouldn't have a thing to do with it. I'm sure Mr & Mrs WS know exactly what I'm talking about. There are people who don't approve, and that's okay, but you would be surprised at how many people think its just "SO COOL!" What these people don't realize is that it takes a very secure relationship to even open the door to the possibility of doing what we do. I tell people not to envy me - while having the freedom to go out and have sex with others can be exciting, like anything else in life, it too has its price tag which can come in many forms.
Anyway, where Big T is concerned, our friendship is done. I can only hope she really does regret doing what she did that night. Although I have to say I have my doubts about how remorseful she really is, since a real friend wouldn't have done it in the first place. And what about Mr. Yummy? Well...
Mr. Yummy and I still haven't "hooked-up" yet. Like I said before, I wasn't nearly as upset at Mr. Yummy about what happened, because we'd had the previous conversation about what he was and wasn't looking for. That's not to say I wasn't upset at all with him, because I was upset. I feel like this guy was putting me on the back burner, while he was trying to sow his wild oats with a bunch of youngin's. Lady Lover is not a back-burner kind of girl. And I certainly don't appreciate being told, "not tonight", then hearing that you f*ed one of my closest friends that night instead. It was a blow to my ego, and with it, the attraction I had for him started to fizzle.
Hubby and I have talked several times about Mr. Yummy, and why we think he has put me off like he has. Hubby seems to think Mr. Yummy is scared. Not fearful, or anything like that, but more like apprehensive and unsure as to what he might be getting himself into. Hubby thinks Mr. Yummy is nervous about being with a "real woman", as opposed to the little girls that he keeps trying to play with. In short, Hubby doesn't think Mr. Yummy can handle what I have to offer in the sack. I, on the other hand, am leaning towards a strike on my vanity, because I think Mr. Yummy isn't really attracted to me that way. Being 15 years older than him, I keep thinking that the "old lady" is the last resort. And when you factor in that he has yet to make a single physical move on me without my prompting it, I can't help wondering why he would even say he's attracted to me. The only "moves" he has made were, 1- to tell me he's interested, and 2- to invite me to "sleep" with him, for the most part, anything beyond that has been me hitting on him. Personally, I think he's more attracted to the idea of our lifestyle, than he is to me, although he insists verbally that he's attracted to me. If that's the case, then what the hell is he waiting for?!?
Given all the circumstances, I made the decision that Mr. Yummy was history. We continue to be friends with him, partying together and hanging out at barbaque's, etc., but sexually speaking, I stopped flirting with him, and pretty much moved on. Now here's the interesting part...
Over the last few weeks, Mr. Yummy has started sniffing around again, and he's flirting with me more than he ever did. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it, lol - bring it on, Baby! Do I still think Mr. Yummy is yummy? Hell yeah! Do I still want to f* him?? Most definitely!! But I have concluded that it is now MY turn to make him suffer, so I'm playing the 'cool chika' now, and holding him off. Essentially, this has become a game. I think he and I are just going to tease each other mercilessly, until one day he and I are going to end up having one of the wildest romps imaginable. There have been a few things that have happened that lead me to believe this...
So, one night we were all out partying, and afterwards we head to Denney's for one of our after-party breakfasts. There were 6 of us, but the booths only seat 4. So four of us sat in one booth, and the other two of us were seated in the booth directly across the isle. Wouldn't you know, Mr. Yummy and I sat in the booth alone. He got up to go to the bathroom, and while he was gone, I kicked off my shoes and stretched my legs under the table, resting my feet across on his benchseat. When he gets back, I move my feet out of the way. He slides into his seat, and I ask him, "Which way are you going? Left or right, so I can put my feet back up, lol" Rather than sit on either side, he sits directly across from me, with this little grin on his face. So I placed my feet between his legs. Then I told him, "Be careful, my feet move around a lot, and if you get any closer to them...", and I left it at that ,winking at him. What does he do? He purposely scooches his ass forward so that my feet are in contact with his crotch! And right there in the middle of Denney's, with friends at the table next to us, I basically lightly massaged his cock with my feet for about an hour. I had to laugh, because a few times I noticed how flush he was getting, lol - and he had to clear his throat more than once when someone was talking to him. But here's what I don't get...
He gave me a ride back to my car that night, which was still sitting in the parking lot of the bar, because I was too lit at the time the bar kicked us out to drive it to Denney's. On the way back to the bar, it was just the two of us, and we hardly said two words to each other while he was driving. And when we get there, he doesn't try to touch me, kiss me, nothing... It's like he enjoys torchering me. He even gave me one of his sly, devilish little grins that I like so much, as if he was waiting for me to hop all over his ass. I just got out of the car, gave him his devilish little grin back, said "see ya later", and left. *So proud of myself* LOL
Last Friday night, we all went out, Hubby included, and Mr. Yummy was being as cute as ever. He's killin' me though, because he's coming over and hugging me, and whispering cutsy little comments in my ear, telling me how good I smell. Then he asks me why I'm not doing shots of tequila that night. (Have I shared with you my tequila issue? Yes, I'm the girl who's clothes fall off when I do shots of that stuff, LOL - I don't know what it is about tequila, but it makes me horny as hell!) So, anyway, I told him it was because I had to work in the morning, and then whispered in his ear, "I don't need alcohol to get cozy." *wink* Then he says, "When Hubby leaves, we'll have to hang out more!", as he winks back at me. Hubby was sitting right there when he said it, and chimed in with an "HEEEEY! What's up with that?!? LOL" Of course, then we all laughed, and carried on with our night. There was also another cutie there that night, and when Mr. Yummy wasn't flirting with me, this other guy was. I couldn't help noticing that every time this other guy would put his arm around me, Mr. Yummy was watching intently! I hope he's learning something, cause this other little cutie was pushing all the right buttons!
Anyway, I don't know what's going to happen where Mr. Yummy is concerned. I don't understand the game he's playing, but I'm keeping things fresh by playing back now. I have learned that it's best not to have any expectations where he's concerned. I'm just going to go with the flow. If something happens, okay - if not, okay. Meanwhile, I'll just have fun with him, hanging out and doing whatever it is we're doing, lol
On that note, I think its safe to say that the "Yum Factor" has come to a close, for now. If anythings manages to "pop-up" in the future, I'll be sure to let you know. ;)
xoxo
Less than 24 hours after getting the shocking news about Big T and Mr. Yummy, Big T starts sending me text messages, asking me if we are going to be able to work through this and be friends again. You can't be serious?!? I'm not one to usually hold a grudge. I can actually be very forgiving of stupid shit, but not this time. And certainly NOT this soon! For the next few days, she continues sending me text messages, telling me how sorry she was...blah, blah, blah. This is the same week I was told my grandma was dieing, so while she's sending me all these text messages, I'm dealing with trying to get home to be with Grandma. Understandably, I ignored her messages. The next weekend I was home with my family, as Grandma passed away that Friday. Thankfully, Big T's text messages stopped that weekend. I assume someone told her what was going on, since someone had to cover my shift at work. Anyway, I didn't have to deal with Big T again, until I got back to work the following weekend.
I worked my usual shift that weekend, and when Big T comes in to relieve my shift, she starts telling me, once again, how sorry she was about what happened, and then she adds that she can't believe she "did that to me" at the same time that I'm trying to handle the death of my grandma. This is the last thing I needed to hear at this point. Do not equate your stupidity and thoughtless bullshit with my grandmother's death! I didn't actually say that to her. I should have, but I didn't. I basically stayed silent, as I was hurting too bad to even deal with Big T and the shit she pulled with Mr. Yummy.
The following weekend, and for the next few weekends after that, Big T continued to try to have conversations with me about what had happened that night, telling me how sorry she was, how she would do anything to make it up to me, and how she wished we could work through this because she misses me. At least she had the good graces to cry a few tears over it, but it wasn't enough to get me to forgive her. Of course, during that time, my son also had his heart attack, and the weekend after that happened, Big T says to me, "You should have said something. I could have been there for you." That's when I pretty much stopped talking to her all together, but not before telling her that I didn't know if I could ever bring myself to trust her again. I told her a while ago that I would be civil to her, because we have to work together, but outside of that, don't ever expect us to be buddy-buddy like it used to be. To be quite honest, I can't look at her now without feeling disgust. She comes into work every weekend trying to start up conversations with me, and I just don't have it in me to talk to her.
There have been a few times over the last few months when I have asked myself if I was being unreasonable about this whole thing. After all, she and I are both married, and it's not like she stole a boyfriend from me, since there was no romantic involvement. But, dammit, I definitely did put some time into this one, and then I remind myself again that I have the freedom and permission for extracurricular sex, while she, on the other hand, would end up divorced if her husband ever found out what she did. I also have to remind myself that she was the one person around here whom I shared details with, so she pretty much knew ALL the details about what was going on with Mr. Yummy. She is the one that betrayed our friendship, along with my confidence and trust in her. I am not at fault here, and so I have to tell myself that I shouldn't feel bad for being so upset with her.
I think what kills me most is how Big T is trying so hard to act as the innocent in all this. "It just happened", my ass! What I find most interesting of all, is how more and more of the story has evolved since that night. Ever heard the saying, "There are three sides to every story - there's his version, her version, and the truth." ??? Yeah, so... There's Big T's version, which seems to change ever so slightly every time she tries to tell it. Then there's Mr. Yummy's version, which not only remains constant, but is also confirmed via the third story teller in this ordeal, and that would be Beauty, because she was there that night when it happened. And I hardly think Beauty and Mr. Yummy are in cahoots with each other, because they really don't know each other that well. Plus, Beauty and Big T have been good friends for quite some time now, so she must be really disgusted with Big T to be sharing her version at all. Here's the version Mr. Yummy tells...
They were in the hot tub, and he got out. Big T also got out about the same time. He headed to the back bedroom to get dressed. Big T followed him in that direction. When he saw her following him, he headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She followed him in there, switched out the light, and started to give him a blowjob. He says he was also drunk, but not stupid. He let her start, and then he "woke up", so to speak, because it hit him that she was married, and he worked with her husband. The way he put it, his career started flashing before his eyes, and he made her stop. Knowing Mr. Yummy like I do, stopping her because of his career sounds like something he would do. This would also explain why "they weren't in there very long", which is something I have heard from all three of them. It would also explain why Big T was curling her fingers through his hair on the ride home, trying to work her "charms" while claiming she could help him sleep better that night, and why he turned her invitation down.
All this also confirms what I already knew about Big T - she thinks she's "da bomb", and "everyone loves her cuz she's so darn cute." Can you see my eyes rolling in the back of my head?? In all her "cuteness", she has failed to remember that I have been privy to her "naughty antics" for a lot of years. I have witnessed her diabolical plots to get what she wants. I have seen the face that is ANYTHING BUT INNOCENT. There is one thing I haven't quite figured out yet, though. When I first found out about this "thing" with Mr. Yummy, she let me believe that she actually f*ed him. It wasn't until I confronted her with Mr. Yummy's version of the story that she actually agreed that it was only a blowjob. Why would she do that? I haven't actually asked her straight out about that, because it didn't really sink in until after I decided that I was done listening to her babbling bullshit. If I brought it up now, it would only bring this whole thing to the surface again. Except for telling you the rest of the story, I'm pretty much done with that whole thing.
So, anyway, I have come to the conclusion that, for what ever reason, Big T coveted something of mine. Either that, or she was trying to prove some kind of point, as if to say she was more desireable than I am. I'm not exactly sure, but she knew she couldn't have Hubby, so I feel like she went for the next best thing...one of my playmates - or in this case, 'potential playmates'. I think I have to actually pity her for that.
This is going to sound a bit conceited, but while no one, until Big T, has ever stabbed me in the back like this, this isn't the first time someone was envious of our lifestyle. The reason I say that is because I feel like she was trying to see what it's like to 'be me', if you know what I mean. Big T has expressed her envy over the years, wishing that she could play openly too, with Hubby being her main goal if she could have him. Knowing how I felt about her with Hubby just seems to put all this into the catagory of "coveting what you can't have". I can't tell you how many people have told me over the years, after they found out about our lifestyle, how they wished their significant other would be open to living like this, and while Big T might wish she could live like this as well, her husband wouldn't have a thing to do with it. I'm sure Mr & Mrs WS know exactly what I'm talking about. There are people who don't approve, and that's okay, but you would be surprised at how many people think its just "SO COOL!" What these people don't realize is that it takes a very secure relationship to even open the door to the possibility of doing what we do. I tell people not to envy me - while having the freedom to go out and have sex with others can be exciting, like anything else in life, it too has its price tag which can come in many forms.
Anyway, where Big T is concerned, our friendship is done. I can only hope she really does regret doing what she did that night. Although I have to say I have my doubts about how remorseful she really is, since a real friend wouldn't have done it in the first place. And what about Mr. Yummy? Well...
Mr. Yummy and I still haven't "hooked-up" yet. Like I said before, I wasn't nearly as upset at Mr. Yummy about what happened, because we'd had the previous conversation about what he was and wasn't looking for. That's not to say I wasn't upset at all with him, because I was upset. I feel like this guy was putting me on the back burner, while he was trying to sow his wild oats with a bunch of youngin's. Lady Lover is not a back-burner kind of girl. And I certainly don't appreciate being told, "not tonight", then hearing that you f*ed one of my closest friends that night instead. It was a blow to my ego, and with it, the attraction I had for him started to fizzle.
Hubby and I have talked several times about Mr. Yummy, and why we think he has put me off like he has. Hubby seems to think Mr. Yummy is scared. Not fearful, or anything like that, but more like apprehensive and unsure as to what he might be getting himself into. Hubby thinks Mr. Yummy is nervous about being with a "real woman", as opposed to the little girls that he keeps trying to play with. In short, Hubby doesn't think Mr. Yummy can handle what I have to offer in the sack. I, on the other hand, am leaning towards a strike on my vanity, because I think Mr. Yummy isn't really attracted to me that way. Being 15 years older than him, I keep thinking that the "old lady" is the last resort. And when you factor in that he has yet to make a single physical move on me without my prompting it, I can't help wondering why he would even say he's attracted to me. The only "moves" he has made were, 1- to tell me he's interested, and 2- to invite me to "sleep" with him, for the most part, anything beyond that has been me hitting on him. Personally, I think he's more attracted to the idea of our lifestyle, than he is to me, although he insists verbally that he's attracted to me. If that's the case, then what the hell is he waiting for?!?
Given all the circumstances, I made the decision that Mr. Yummy was history. We continue to be friends with him, partying together and hanging out at barbaque's, etc., but sexually speaking, I stopped flirting with him, and pretty much moved on. Now here's the interesting part...
Over the last few weeks, Mr. Yummy has started sniffing around again, and he's flirting with me more than he ever did. I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it, lol - bring it on, Baby! Do I still think Mr. Yummy is yummy? Hell yeah! Do I still want to f* him?? Most definitely!! But I have concluded that it is now MY turn to make him suffer, so I'm playing the 'cool chika' now, and holding him off. Essentially, this has become a game. I think he and I are just going to tease each other mercilessly, until one day he and I are going to end up having one of the wildest romps imaginable. There have been a few things that have happened that lead me to believe this...
So, one night we were all out partying, and afterwards we head to Denney's for one of our after-party breakfasts. There were 6 of us, but the booths only seat 4. So four of us sat in one booth, and the other two of us were seated in the booth directly across the isle. Wouldn't you know, Mr. Yummy and I sat in the booth alone. He got up to go to the bathroom, and while he was gone, I kicked off my shoes and stretched my legs under the table, resting my feet across on his benchseat. When he gets back, I move my feet out of the way. He slides into his seat, and I ask him, "Which way are you going? Left or right, so I can put my feet back up, lol" Rather than sit on either side, he sits directly across from me, with this little grin on his face. So I placed my feet between his legs. Then I told him, "Be careful, my feet move around a lot, and if you get any closer to them...", and I left it at that ,winking at him. What does he do? He purposely scooches his ass forward so that my feet are in contact with his crotch! And right there in the middle of Denney's, with friends at the table next to us, I basically lightly massaged his cock with my feet for about an hour. I had to laugh, because a few times I noticed how flush he was getting, lol - and he had to clear his throat more than once when someone was talking to him. But here's what I don't get...
He gave me a ride back to my car that night, which was still sitting in the parking lot of the bar, because I was too lit at the time the bar kicked us out to drive it to Denney's. On the way back to the bar, it was just the two of us, and we hardly said two words to each other while he was driving. And when we get there, he doesn't try to touch me, kiss me, nothing... It's like he enjoys torchering me. He even gave me one of his sly, devilish little grins that I like so much, as if he was waiting for me to hop all over his ass. I just got out of the car, gave him his devilish little grin back, said "see ya later", and left. *So proud of myself* LOL
Last Friday night, we all went out, Hubby included, and Mr. Yummy was being as cute as ever. He's killin' me though, because he's coming over and hugging me, and whispering cutsy little comments in my ear, telling me how good I smell. Then he asks me why I'm not doing shots of tequila that night. (Have I shared with you my tequila issue? Yes, I'm the girl who's clothes fall off when I do shots of that stuff, LOL - I don't know what it is about tequila, but it makes me horny as hell!) So, anyway, I told him it was because I had to work in the morning, and then whispered in his ear, "I don't need alcohol to get cozy." *wink* Then he says, "When Hubby leaves, we'll have to hang out more!", as he winks back at me. Hubby was sitting right there when he said it, and chimed in with an "HEEEEY! What's up with that?!? LOL" Of course, then we all laughed, and carried on with our night. There was also another cutie there that night, and when Mr. Yummy wasn't flirting with me, this other guy was. I couldn't help noticing that every time this other guy would put his arm around me, Mr. Yummy was watching intently! I hope he's learning something, cause this other little cutie was pushing all the right buttons!
Anyway, I don't know what's going to happen where Mr. Yummy is concerned. I don't understand the game he's playing, but I'm keeping things fresh by playing back now. I have learned that it's best not to have any expectations where he's concerned. I'm just going to go with the flow. If something happens, okay - if not, okay. Meanwhile, I'll just have fun with him, hanging out and doing whatever it is we're doing, lol
On that note, I think its safe to say that the "Yum Factor" has come to a close, for now. If anythings manages to "pop-up" in the future, I'll be sure to let you know. ;)
xoxo
Monday, May 05, 2008
The Yum Factor - pt.4
This has been a long time in coming, but here it is... The Yum Factor saga continues...
Saturday - Feb 23rd
Saturday at work was a very slow day. I kept myself busy by playing games on my computer - and I did a lot of thinking about what happened Friday night. Mr. Yummy is not the first friend that Hubby and I have approached about hooking up. Although, believe it or not, I have never had a threesome with two men. There have been instances where I have been with another man while Hubby sat in the corner and watched, then Hubby would have his way afterwards; We have had threesomes with other women; We have had couple swaps when I have watched Hubby f* another woman, while her husband and I had fun. Shoot! I've even "stolen" a girlfriend from Hubby, LOL - he f*ed her one night, and then she and I ended up intimately involved for several months after, which is kind of a running joke now between Hubby and I. :) Then, of course, there are the numerous men that I have been with alone, but in all these years, I have never had a threesome with two men in bed with me at one time. That's crazy, right? But it's the sad truth, lol
You can only imagine how turned on I was at the thought of finally having two men at the same time. It would be a fantasy come true for me! And, obviously, I really like Mr. Yummy! Not just because he's yummy, but I completely trust him, he and hubby are good friends, and he really is a good guy all around, being yummy on top of it all, so he was the perfect candidate for this experience. The fact that he is more comfortable with a threesome with us just blew me away. That's precisely the reason I haven't had an MFM yet - because the men I have been with so far just haven't been up to the challenge. I don't know if it's a homophobic thing, or what, but most men I get together with usually give a resounding "NO" when it's brought up. After a while I quit trying, and settled for being satisfied in other ways.
Needless to say, I'm thrilled at Mr. Yummy's comfort level on the threesome. Although now I don't understand why he doesn't want to be alone with me. I hate when I'm thrown for a loop, and this one has me looping all over the place, lol - Especially after the night he invited me to "sleep" with him.
So...While I'm at work on Saturday thinking about all this, I started to get excited about telling Big T what happened the night before, because she was otherwise preoccupied that night, and we hadn't really had a chance to talk. I couldn't wait to fill her in! And I also wanted to hear what had happened between her and her boy toy after we left. I waited for her to get to work. (She's the one that relieves my shift.)
I usually get off work at 4:00, and Big T usually arrives about 15 minutes prior so we can chat a little before I head out. But on this Saturday, she came in a full half hour early, which I didn't think too much about at the time. When she got there, she wasn't her usual chipper self, and I thought, "Uh oh - she's either got a really bad hangover, or things got worse last night after I left." So I kept things light-hearted and waited to hear what happened before I shared the news about Mr. Yummy and Hubby having their talk.
As Big T hangs up her coat, she says, "I was really bad last night." Knowing about her usual naughty antics, I said, "Yeah right! Spill the goods! LOL" She says, with a kind of wild look in her eyes, "No, I mean I was really bad last night." I thought, "Oh shit - something big happened last night." But still trying to keep things light-hearted, I said, "Oh honey, it can't be all that bad! What happened??" She said, "[Mr. Yummy] and I...", and before she finished her sentence, I said, "You F*ed [Mr. Yummy] last night." She nodded her head to say yes, and our 12 year friendship ended at that moment.
I was so stunned, I was speechless. And let me tell you, that doesn't happen very often. You just don't f* with another girlfriends playmates! It's that simple. I just stood there dumbfounded, like every thought in my mind high-tailed it out of my brain. When I finally started to collect myself, I looked at her and said, "Tell me." The fear on her face was that of someone who was preparing to get her ass kicked in a big way. Fortunately for her, I'm not like that. Then she told me what happened.
According to her, after Hubby and I left that night, she got left by her boy toy. He apparently walked her to a gas station across the street so she could use the bathroom, and while she was in there, he just disappeared on her. She managed to get in touch with Beauty, and I guess Beauty had already taken off with Mr. Yummy and a few other peeps, believing that Big T had left her behind, but they all came back and picked her up, and headed over to Mr. Cinco de Mayo's house where they all ended up in the hot tub. Then, according to her, she and Mr. Yummy got out of the hot tub at the same time, headed into the house to dry off and get dressed at the same time, and she ended up F*ing in Mr. Cinco de Mayo's bedroom. According to her, "It just happened."
I listened quietly as she spewed her story, still in shock at what I was hearing. Then I turned around, without a word, and started packing up to go home. I didn't know what to say to her. I was in a total state of disbelief. Then she starts telling me how sorry she was, again how it "just happened", and how she told Mr. Yummy not to tell me, that she needed to tell me. She says, "It was only for a few minutes, and I stopped it because I thought of you." Like that's supposed to make it alright. Then she begins making excuses for why it happened, like she's trying to analyze her stupidity. I said, "There is no excuse." Then I finished packing up to go home, and I walked out the door.
When I got in my car to go home, I was shaking so bad I couldn't drive, so I sat there smoking a cigarette trying to compose myself. Hubby and I were supposed to go over to Mr. Yummy's that same night for a tattoo party. So now, not only was I dealing with Big T's news, but I had to see Mr. Yummy too. In addition to that, Hubby was really looking forward to getting a tattoo that night, and with Mr. Yummy being such a good friend of Hubby's, I was afraid of how Hubby might react when I told him about what had happened. It was a real dilemma for me as to whether or not I should tell Hubby right away, because I didn't want to spoil his tattoo time, and I didn't want to cause problems with their friendship. Never mind my feelings on this one, right? I decided that I wouldn't tell Hubby before the party. Then I went home, tried to act like nothing happened, which was hard as hell, because I was in total shock. But we got ready, as planned, and headed downtown.
When we got to Mr. Yummy's, I walked in and the first thing I did was try to make eye contact with him. He wouldn't look me in the eye. Then I see Beauty, who's there to get her very first tattoo, and she walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay. I said, "I guess you know." She said, "Yeah, I was there last night, and I just got off the phone with Big T. I don't want to get in the middle of this, but I just want to make sure you're okay." I said, "No, I'm not okay. I feel like I've just been stabbed in the back." Then Beauty and I sat down in an out of the way spot and had a little talk.
It turns out that while Big T is telling me how guilty she feels, apparently that was all bullshit. Beauty says, "I really don't think they did anything. They weren't back there that long." I said, "Why would Big T put herself through the ordeal of telling me, if it wasn't true." I was getting visions of the look on Big T's face when she told me. Then Beauty tells me about the car ride home. She says, "While we were giving Mr. Yummy a ride home, she was running her fingers through his hair, trying to talk him into letting her spend the night at his house, with some cutesy little comment about how she could help him sleep better, but Mr. Yummy told her no." Well, thank the Gods for at least that much, right? Because, honestly, if I found out she f*ed him that night at his house, I would have walked out the door that very second. I said, "I'm completely stunned at all this. After all that she and I have shared with each other, especially after our conversation last night ... I don't understand." Beauty agreed, after having been present for the conversation the night before, that she didn't understand either. That was the end of the conversation, and I spent the rest of the evening to myself, sort of lost in my own thoughts.
As it turns out, the tattoo artist never showed up that night, so the tattoo party was a total bust. The whole time we were there waiting for him, 4 hours in all, Mr. Yummy completely avoided me. At one point while we were all waiting, Mr. Yummy and a few of his buddies headed to the basement to have a jam session. Hubby wanted to go down, so he grabbed me and we went together. Hubby kept trying to get me to sing, but I really wasn't in the mood. I feigned a few verses here and there, but that's about it. Of course, Hubby kept asking me what was wrong, and I just told him I was tired. Eventually he accepted that, and stopped asking me. Then it came time to go home.
Hubby and I are in the car, heading down the highway, and I said to him, "You ready for this one? You won't believe what happened. Guess who [Mr. Yummy] f*ed?" He jokingly replies, "Who? Big T? LOL" I looked at him and said, "Yes." After a few seconds, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he says, "No way! I was kidding!" I said, "It's no joke." Then I proceeded to tell him what happened at work, and let him know what Big T and Beauty had told me.
Hubby was as surprised as I was to hear what happened, although, it affected us differently. Quite honestly, this was a major blow to my ego. Here this guy has been holding me off (and that's putting it mildly), then he turns around a f*s one of my closest friends here?!? On the very same night he and Hubby finally had their little talk, no less. All I could think was, "Wow." Of course, there was this whole conversation between Hubby and I on the way home that night about why I didn't tell him sooner, which I explained. He kept telling me I should have told him sooner, but then he forgave me, and we began to discuss the issue at hand.
What it basically came down to was that I wasn't nearly as pissed off at Mr. Yummy as I was Big T. Mr. Yummy and I had the whole conversation, previously, about how he was just looking for some unattached fun in the sack, where Big T flat out betrayed our friendship, because she knew everything that was going on, and f*ed him anyway. On her part, it was just wrong, no matter how you cut it. On his part, well, it was wrong there too, to put me off like that and then f* her, but when we look at the reality, what normal, recently divorced 28 year old male would turn down the chance to get laid when the opportunity presents itself?? The irony of that one, right? Because apparently, any normal, single, 28 year old male wouldn't turn that chance down...except with me. Which I TOTALLY don't understand. Let me tell you, while Big T is cute and all, when she's dressed - undressed is a whole different story... ewwww! We're talking serious fat, flab and cellulite hell. Not to be cruel, but she's no prize in the figure department. I couldn't help thinking that he's an idiot, and with that, we went to bed that night, and I tried not to think about it anymore. Yeah, right.
The Yum Factor Finale is right around the corner... stay tuned!
xoxo
Saturday - Feb 23rd
Saturday at work was a very slow day. I kept myself busy by playing games on my computer - and I did a lot of thinking about what happened Friday night. Mr. Yummy is not the first friend that Hubby and I have approached about hooking up. Although, believe it or not, I have never had a threesome with two men. There have been instances where I have been with another man while Hubby sat in the corner and watched, then Hubby would have his way afterwards; We have had threesomes with other women; We have had couple swaps when I have watched Hubby f* another woman, while her husband and I had fun. Shoot! I've even "stolen" a girlfriend from Hubby, LOL - he f*ed her one night, and then she and I ended up intimately involved for several months after, which is kind of a running joke now between Hubby and I. :) Then, of course, there are the numerous men that I have been with alone, but in all these years, I have never had a threesome with two men in bed with me at one time. That's crazy, right? But it's the sad truth, lol
You can only imagine how turned on I was at the thought of finally having two men at the same time. It would be a fantasy come true for me! And, obviously, I really like Mr. Yummy! Not just because he's yummy, but I completely trust him, he and hubby are good friends, and he really is a good guy all around, being yummy on top of it all, so he was the perfect candidate for this experience. The fact that he is more comfortable with a threesome with us just blew me away. That's precisely the reason I haven't had an MFM yet - because the men I have been with so far just haven't been up to the challenge. I don't know if it's a homophobic thing, or what, but most men I get together with usually give a resounding "NO" when it's brought up. After a while I quit trying, and settled for being satisfied in other ways.
Needless to say, I'm thrilled at Mr. Yummy's comfort level on the threesome. Although now I don't understand why he doesn't want to be alone with me. I hate when I'm thrown for a loop, and this one has me looping all over the place, lol - Especially after the night he invited me to "sleep" with him.
So...While I'm at work on Saturday thinking about all this, I started to get excited about telling Big T what happened the night before, because she was otherwise preoccupied that night, and we hadn't really had a chance to talk. I couldn't wait to fill her in! And I also wanted to hear what had happened between her and her boy toy after we left. I waited for her to get to work. (She's the one that relieves my shift.)
I usually get off work at 4:00, and Big T usually arrives about 15 minutes prior so we can chat a little before I head out. But on this Saturday, she came in a full half hour early, which I didn't think too much about at the time. When she got there, she wasn't her usual chipper self, and I thought, "Uh oh - she's either got a really bad hangover, or things got worse last night after I left." So I kept things light-hearted and waited to hear what happened before I shared the news about Mr. Yummy and Hubby having their talk.
As Big T hangs up her coat, she says, "I was really bad last night." Knowing about her usual naughty antics, I said, "Yeah right! Spill the goods! LOL" She says, with a kind of wild look in her eyes, "No, I mean I was really bad last night." I thought, "Oh shit - something big happened last night." But still trying to keep things light-hearted, I said, "Oh honey, it can't be all that bad! What happened??" She said, "[Mr. Yummy] and I...", and before she finished her sentence, I said, "You F*ed [Mr. Yummy] last night." She nodded her head to say yes, and our 12 year friendship ended at that moment.
I was so stunned, I was speechless. And let me tell you, that doesn't happen very often. You just don't f* with another girlfriends playmates! It's that simple. I just stood there dumbfounded, like every thought in my mind high-tailed it out of my brain. When I finally started to collect myself, I looked at her and said, "Tell me." The fear on her face was that of someone who was preparing to get her ass kicked in a big way. Fortunately for her, I'm not like that. Then she told me what happened.
According to her, after Hubby and I left that night, she got left by her boy toy. He apparently walked her to a gas station across the street so she could use the bathroom, and while she was in there, he just disappeared on her. She managed to get in touch with Beauty, and I guess Beauty had already taken off with Mr. Yummy and a few other peeps, believing that Big T had left her behind, but they all came back and picked her up, and headed over to Mr. Cinco de Mayo's house where they all ended up in the hot tub. Then, according to her, she and Mr. Yummy got out of the hot tub at the same time, headed into the house to dry off and get dressed at the same time, and she ended up F*ing in Mr. Cinco de Mayo's bedroom. According to her, "It just happened."
I listened quietly as she spewed her story, still in shock at what I was hearing. Then I turned around, without a word, and started packing up to go home. I didn't know what to say to her. I was in a total state of disbelief. Then she starts telling me how sorry she was, again how it "just happened", and how she told Mr. Yummy not to tell me, that she needed to tell me. She says, "It was only for a few minutes, and I stopped it because I thought of you." Like that's supposed to make it alright. Then she begins making excuses for why it happened, like she's trying to analyze her stupidity. I said, "There is no excuse." Then I finished packing up to go home, and I walked out the door.
When I got in my car to go home, I was shaking so bad I couldn't drive, so I sat there smoking a cigarette trying to compose myself. Hubby and I were supposed to go over to Mr. Yummy's that same night for a tattoo party. So now, not only was I dealing with Big T's news, but I had to see Mr. Yummy too. In addition to that, Hubby was really looking forward to getting a tattoo that night, and with Mr. Yummy being such a good friend of Hubby's, I was afraid of how Hubby might react when I told him about what had happened. It was a real dilemma for me as to whether or not I should tell Hubby right away, because I didn't want to spoil his tattoo time, and I didn't want to cause problems with their friendship. Never mind my feelings on this one, right? I decided that I wouldn't tell Hubby before the party. Then I went home, tried to act like nothing happened, which was hard as hell, because I was in total shock. But we got ready, as planned, and headed downtown.
When we got to Mr. Yummy's, I walked in and the first thing I did was try to make eye contact with him. He wouldn't look me in the eye. Then I see Beauty, who's there to get her very first tattoo, and she walks up to me and asks me if I'm okay. I said, "I guess you know." She said, "Yeah, I was there last night, and I just got off the phone with Big T. I don't want to get in the middle of this, but I just want to make sure you're okay." I said, "No, I'm not okay. I feel like I've just been stabbed in the back." Then Beauty and I sat down in an out of the way spot and had a little talk.
It turns out that while Big T is telling me how guilty she feels, apparently that was all bullshit. Beauty says, "I really don't think they did anything. They weren't back there that long." I said, "Why would Big T put herself through the ordeal of telling me, if it wasn't true." I was getting visions of the look on Big T's face when she told me. Then Beauty tells me about the car ride home. She says, "While we were giving Mr. Yummy a ride home, she was running her fingers through his hair, trying to talk him into letting her spend the night at his house, with some cutesy little comment about how she could help him sleep better, but Mr. Yummy told her no." Well, thank the Gods for at least that much, right? Because, honestly, if I found out she f*ed him that night at his house, I would have walked out the door that very second. I said, "I'm completely stunned at all this. After all that she and I have shared with each other, especially after our conversation last night ... I don't understand." Beauty agreed, after having been present for the conversation the night before, that she didn't understand either. That was the end of the conversation, and I spent the rest of the evening to myself, sort of lost in my own thoughts.
As it turns out, the tattoo artist never showed up that night, so the tattoo party was a total bust. The whole time we were there waiting for him, 4 hours in all, Mr. Yummy completely avoided me. At one point while we were all waiting, Mr. Yummy and a few of his buddies headed to the basement to have a jam session. Hubby wanted to go down, so he grabbed me and we went together. Hubby kept trying to get me to sing, but I really wasn't in the mood. I feigned a few verses here and there, but that's about it. Of course, Hubby kept asking me what was wrong, and I just told him I was tired. Eventually he accepted that, and stopped asking me. Then it came time to go home.
Hubby and I are in the car, heading down the highway, and I said to him, "You ready for this one? You won't believe what happened. Guess who [Mr. Yummy] f*ed?" He jokingly replies, "Who? Big T? LOL" I looked at him and said, "Yes." After a few seconds, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he says, "No way! I was kidding!" I said, "It's no joke." Then I proceeded to tell him what happened at work, and let him know what Big T and Beauty had told me.
Hubby was as surprised as I was to hear what happened, although, it affected us differently. Quite honestly, this was a major blow to my ego. Here this guy has been holding me off (and that's putting it mildly), then he turns around a f*s one of my closest friends here?!? On the very same night he and Hubby finally had their little talk, no less. All I could think was, "Wow." Of course, there was this whole conversation between Hubby and I on the way home that night about why I didn't tell him sooner, which I explained. He kept telling me I should have told him sooner, but then he forgave me, and we began to discuss the issue at hand.
What it basically came down to was that I wasn't nearly as pissed off at Mr. Yummy as I was Big T. Mr. Yummy and I had the whole conversation, previously, about how he was just looking for some unattached fun in the sack, where Big T flat out betrayed our friendship, because she knew everything that was going on, and f*ed him anyway. On her part, it was just wrong, no matter how you cut it. On his part, well, it was wrong there too, to put me off like that and then f* her, but when we look at the reality, what normal, recently divorced 28 year old male would turn down the chance to get laid when the opportunity presents itself?? The irony of that one, right? Because apparently, any normal, single, 28 year old male wouldn't turn that chance down...except with me. Which I TOTALLY don't understand. Let me tell you, while Big T is cute and all, when she's dressed - undressed is a whole different story... ewwww! We're talking serious fat, flab and cellulite hell. Not to be cruel, but she's no prize in the figure department. I couldn't help thinking that he's an idiot, and with that, we went to bed that night, and I tried not to think about it anymore. Yeah, right.
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