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