My Ladies Night Sexscapades

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