What a weekend

I had a lot going on this weekend, but seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time texting Will…stealing away moments here and there…at the grocery store…midnight through 1 a.m., etc. The following message from him pretty well sums up the gist of our exchanges:

“I’ve had a hard on all weekend thinking about fucking you and I’m married to one of your best friends…I’ve wanted to fuck you for a LONG TIME!!!!”

He said he would be in a threesome with me, too. Given the choice, I’d prefer him over the Hot Attorney. Of course, I want MYC there. That’s non-negotiable.

Erring on the side of honesty, I told him I’ve been wet all weekend thinking about him fucking me. So, I guess we’re even. This could be tricky. I will see what develops.

Three

Last week, I enjoyed pleasuring three cocks. Not a record-breaking week, but a good one, nonetheless.

 

Where to start?

So much has happened this week, I don’t even know where to begin! I worked most of last weekend getting ready for a big three-day conference out of town. By the time I made it to the meeting, I was already worn out, but was relying on adrenaline to get me through it.

On the first night, after our opening reception, one of my board members said he and a group of coworkers were going out to dinner, but asked if I would be interested in drinking with them later. Sure! I’ve spent several late evenings at meetings with this guy and always had a good time. Once, it involved a coworker and a hot tub, but nothing untoward had ever taken place. During these late-night, drunken conversations, I have learned that Mitch’s wife doesn’t drink and is REALLY uptight. He mentions that a lot.

Later that night, I was hanging out in the hotel lobby after a quick trip to buy a sweater because it was FUCKING COLD in the meeting room and I didn’t want to freeze my ass off the next day, and he walked up to me and nudged my knee with his leg to get my attention. “Wanna go out?” he asked. Uh, yeah. About that time, one of his colleagues, a particularly tall and handsome fella, said he wanted to go to an adult entertainment venue and wondered if there were any nearby. Sure enough, there was one within walking distance of the hotel.

The three of us headed out, stopping at other bars along the way for a shot…or four. I had tequila and they had whiskey. The strip club was BYOB, so we had to fuel up before we arrived. Parker commented on the way there that his wife is 90 pounds, soaking wet, so he was looking forward to seeing some curvy women. Mitch and I were along for the ride.

This place was super skanky, but one of the dancers was really good and Parker spent a lot of dollar bills on her. We were enjoying talking trashy, admiring the women and just chilling out. One woman came up and pointed to Mitch and asked, “Is this your husband? (no) Your boyfriend? (no) Your fuck buddy? (no)” Then she sat down and started getting all chatty. We suggested she go talk to Parker, who had a face full of tits at the time. She did and they went to the back.

Once Mitch and I were alone, we talked about the kinds of porn we each like to watch and then he started asking me questions about that night in the hot tub 18 months ago. It was very fresh in his memory. I tried not to reveal too much, but insinuated that I was a bad girl. Ok. I told him straight out that I liked to have fun and suck cock. Before long, he casually placed one hand on my knee, leaned toward me and started caressing my tits with the other one. This is fine, I thought. Let’s see where this goes. In a few minutes, Parker came back, more frustrated than pleased with his experience in the back of the strip club. Mitch quickly took his hands off of me. We sat and chatted for a little while longer before we decided to call it a night. It was after midnight and I had to be up at 6 a.m. for a long day at the meeting.

On the elevator, we pushed the buttons for our respective floors. Parker got off first. When we got to Mitch’s floor, he asked, “Do you want to come with me?” I wanted to, but I knew that I wouldn’t be able to do my job very well the next day and I was kinda nervous/scared about sucking and/or fucking someone on my board of directors. I shook my head no and said, “I probably need to hit the sack.” And that was that. He left and I rode up the next several floors wondering if I made the right choice. In my room, I watched some porn on the iPad and took care of myself. I suspect he did the same.

When my phone alarm went off at 6 a.m., I was happy that I’d gotten at least five hours of sleep! I was dehydrated and my eyes were crazy bloodshot. It was going to be a miracle if I made it through another 14-hour day. But I did. And when I saw Parker and Mitch at the meeting, everything was cool. After lunch, Mitch came up, gave me a side hug and said he was heading home to get ready for an insanely intense audit next week. I was kinda sad he was leaving and hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings.

A couple of hours later, I texted him…

Whew! It was all good! We shall see what happens in future elevators!

The rest of the meeting went fine and I came home a flurry of high-profile meetings related to one of my kid’s schools. When I finally got home that night, I collapsed and had the best night’s sleep.

Waking up this morning was equally difficult. I had to take my kids to school, then spend three hours chaperoning a field trip to a multicultural festival. It was actually pretty cool. I got to visit with other parents and saw a lot of friends. My kid’s school even took home the grand prize for their project on Sudan!

I left before lunch, however, because the Hot Attorney wanted to see me. He had called me on Monday because he wanted to make me cum over the phone. I found a semi-private place to pull over and did my thing, with his assistance. He also wanted to know when he could get time on my schedule for a blow job because he had the perfect spot for us to meet…a much better place than Golf World. We arranged to meet sometime Friday. Leaving the festival, I called to see if we were on and he replied, “Oh, yes! I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Be sure to bring a cum rag, because I am going to cum on your face.” Cool! I thought I was just going to swallow and appreciated the heads up (ha) on what was to come (groan).

There’s a secret fishing hole he likes in the woods near his house. He told me to park at the tennis courts and walk up a trail on the edge of the lot, turn right at the blue rock and I would find him there. While I’ve had sex and given blow jobs in parked and moving cars, I’d never done those things outside, in the open. This was going to be a first!

It was easy to find and remarkably secluded for being in the middle of one the most developed parts of town. “Oh, I can’t wait to come on that gorgeous face…your face and my cock are an amazing combination,” he whispered. He unzipped and I started doing what I do best. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair as I superbly licked and sucked his gorgeous cock. “Take off your shirt,” he ordered. “I want to be between those tits.”

When it was time for the finale, he stroked his cock, while I licked and sucked the tip. He exploded on my face, throat, tits and shoulders…quiet a load! I hadn’t brought nearly enough napkins to clean up that load! We put ourselves together and took a couple of hits from the pipe he keeps hidden in the woods nearby. As I headed back to the parking lot, he went down to the pond to relax and fish for a while. I expect we will visit that place again and much prefer it to Golf World, where I am sure the staff is onto us and I run the risk of bumping into someone I know (like my brother-in-law!!!!).

When I got home, I barely had time to take a shower before my husband arrived early from an out-of-town meeting. He wasn’t home 20 minutes before we were on our bed with me on my back and his head between my legs. Fuck, it felt good, but I could tell it wasn’t going to do it for me, so I got out my magic bullet and worked it all out. I sucked his cock for a while before he had me on my knees—head down and ass in the air—and fucked me good and hard. It’s great having sex when the kids aren’t at home. It’s always more fun to cum with gusto!

Afterward, we went together to pick up the kids from school.

That’s all for now. It’s 2:30 a.m. and I just got back from a dinner theater and a last-minute trip to a bar. Believe it or not, I have more to share about what happened in the last several hours. This tired slut needs some sleep!

Morning!

I love mornings that start with exchanges like this! If all goes according to plan, Will and I are going to meet in a discreet location during lunch for a delicious blow job. If all doesn’t go according to plan, I’m going to be one pissed off woman. Scorned, even.

I had a smile, too

Will must have really needed a blow job Monday because he followed through and showed up at the location I recommended for a (somewhat) discreet encounter. Honestly, I figured he would send me a last-minute text and bail, so I wasn’t holding my breath.

What a pleasant surprise to see him pull into the road to nowhere near the airport. He parked nose-to-nose with my ride and helped himself into the passenger side. The doors were off his Jeep, so that wasn’t an option.

While there was a little traffic on the road that winds around the airport runways, it was fairly quiet. But I could tell he was doubtful about the location. Hell, I thought, let’s get this done quickly and it won’t matter. I’ve sucked off MYC at least once while he was driving along this road and it wasn’t a problem.

I started rubbing him through his jeans and talking dirty. He groaned and threw his head back but I could tell by the vein throbbing in his neck that he was a nervous wreck! Once he leaned the seat and I went to work, I told him no one could see us, especially with the sun shade in the front window. He reluctantly agreed and pulled out his amazing cock. It’s much thicker than other ones I’ve sucked recently and is quite fun to lick and throat.

Every few seconds, he’d say, “stop, stop, stop” when a car would drive by in the distance or a dump truck pulled into a nearby construction area. So, I’d stop and just quietly lick the tip for a bit before continuing my work. I wasn’t really going to stop.

Grabbing a handful of hair, he pulled my mouth to his and we kissed sweetly for a good long time. But I was there for cock, so I went down for more.

Within a minute, he gasped, “Oh, baby, here it comes,” and pumped his load down my throat. He tastes good. Not delicious…but good.

He reassembled himself, kissed me good bye and took off in his super sexy Jeep. I was pleased to get a text from him a few minutes later telling me thank you for the big smile on his face.

I had a smile, too. We shall see where this goes…

Fine week

Got to suck off Will on Monday and the Hot Attorney just called to see if I’d be interested in another outdoor adventure with him this afternoon. Yes, sir!!!! The husband and I had a delicious romp on Wednesday. Texting with MYC over the last few days got me so worked up I had to watch porn and cum three times this morning. What a fine week to be me. If you define “fine” as getting to mess around a lot. I do.

I spend a lot of time volunteering, working and tending to family. Being a naughty girl is my release.

According to Wikipedia:

Midlife crisis is a term first coined by Elliott Jaques referring to a critical phase in human development during the forties to early sixties, based on the character of change points, or periods of transition. The period is said to vary among individuals and between men and women. Despite popular perception of this phenomenon, empirical research has failed to show that the midlife crisis is a universal experience, or even a real condition at all.

According to psychologist and writer Oliver Robinson, a life crisis is defined as a period characterized by unstable mental and emotional health, altering the course of their lives and affecting them for a year or longer. Life crises usually have similar characteristics for each age group. Those in the early midlife stage are more likely to experience the deaths of loved ones, while declines in physical strength and vitality and impending death or work stoppage are more likely to affect people in late midlife. Effects of crises vary from being beneficial to some and life altering in a negative way for others. About half the people studied found results of their crises to be positive.

Last week, I turned 46 and was/am in the middle of a full-blown, real midlife crisis—questioning most of the decisions I’ve made in my adult life and evaluating what, if anything, I want to change regarding marriage, job, where I live, church, etc. Focusing on my happiness sounds pretty self-centered, but I know that I am the only one responsible for my mental and emotional state and I have been neglecting myself.

A friend recently told me about The Four Agreements. I am going to make them part of my daily life. Perhaps I am daft, but I need constant, visual reminders.

He said, “Yeah!”

After several glasses of wine, quite a few cigarettes and a couple of hours of friendly, interesting conversation with colleagues, I found myself alone with him…sitting on a concrete patio area just outside the hotel. “Sooooooo, you wanna fuck?” I asked. He said, “Yeah!”

The resulting encounter was damn awkward. I see this man a few times a year, twice at out-of-town meetings. Last September, he and I almost had some fun. He is on my board of directors and I’ve known him for 18 years. When he left my room, he said, “We should do this again.” I smiled. Everything seemed cool at the board meeting the next morning, but he left before we adjourned. I hope all is well.

Surreal and sublime

Thursday afternoon, I made a date with Juan. I had intended to see him on Wednesday, but The Husband pulled up at the house only a few moments after I did. I’m sure he would have enjoyed watching me, but sometimes, I want Juan all to myself. And I’d like to think he feels the same about me.

As I prepared for my rendezvous with Juan (between leaving work and picking up my kids), MYC and I were engaged in an email conversation about regular things like grilling, cooking and Blue Apron. His first Blue Apron box had arrived the day before. I am absolutely going to sign up for that service.

When I informed him we were a minute away from Juan time, the conversation switched to text and became rather naughty, including a pic of Juan and my clit and a shot of the delicious big black porn I was watching. He seemed to like and appreciate the visuals. I very much liked him being a virtual party to the party.

As is usually the case, one chat with Juan was not enough. I informed MYC that I was moving on to Public Agent and getting ready for another go. Honestly, Juan and Public Agent are almost lethal together. I LOVE WATCHING PUBLIC SEX. And he is so good. His voice. Those tats. That COCK! It worked, of course, and I had just enough time to replace Juan in The Husband’s sock drawer, throw on a skirt and T-shirt and head out the door to pick up my kids.

That evening, I went to a social event and then out to dinner with friends. It was late when I got home and I’d had a couple of drinks, so I slipped out of all of my clothes and slid under the covers, spooning myself against The Husband. Soon, his left hand started massaging me from my shoulder to my thigh and he pressed himself against my backside. It was so relaxing. I actually let myself go (that’s kind of difficult for me). After several minutes, he rolled onto his back. I reached into the headboard and pumped a small amount of massage oil into my fingertips. He groaned before my hand even reached his cock! He knew how good it was going to feel. Three strokes later, he said, “I have to fuck you now,” as he quickly pinned my shoulders to the bed, spread my legs and proceeded to fuck me. Naked and satisfied, we quickly fell asleep.

On Friday, the Hot Attorney wanted to see me in the woods near his house, where he’d found a good spot to meet (a little more secluded that the previous place, which also happened to be at the bottom of a steep hill!). He called while I was at Target. (Aside: It’s fun arranging a hook up on the phone as you’re pushing a cart aimlessly through the personal health care section. No one else likely knows or cares about the conversation you’re having, but there you are…in Target…talking about sucking someone’s cock.)

It was mid-afternoon when I headed out. I wasn’t sure I could find him, but thankfully he walked up about half way and led me down to the small clearing next to a creek bank, about 25 feet from an established, often-used trail. Have I mentioned how much I like watching public sex? Doing it is almost as much fun…perhaps the same amount of fun. Not sure.

When it was all said and done, there had been a lot of licking and sucking, a little fucking and a lot of cum on my tits.

Later that day, I met MYC for a quick beer—two of my favorite things in the same place at the same time.

My life is a daydream…a surreal and sublime daydream that I don’t want to be shaken out of.

Fact or fiction

I am writing this as I sit at a local romance authors’ meeting as the guest of a friend. The women here are witty and engaging. Many of them are published romance authors. They have blogs, Facebook pages, Twitter accounts, etc. Impressive, really.

What I find totally hilarious is that we’re meeting at a public library and when I try to access some of my favorite bloggers’ sites, a window pops up that says, “The link you are accessing has been blocked by the Barracuda Web Filter because it contains content belonging to the category of: Pornography.” I love y’all. My blog pops up without problem. Guess I’m not naughty enough.

I feel like an interloper, however, because everything I post is an account of actual events. Nothing I write requires character or plot development, although it does require a certain amount of technical story-telling skill.

Strangely, my mother-in-law has suggested for years that I write romance novels. I’ve never exhibited an interest in or proclivity for creative writing. Maybe it’s because I was an English major. I dunno.

Perhaps my real-life experiences can provide the basis for a work or works of fiction. Once, I tried to write a fantasy piece about meeting a couple of men at a cabin and never got past a few paragraphs. Maybe I’ll revisit that document and see if I have the discipline and ability to create.