The New Guy

Oooh, my day started out lovely. I got an email from a guy i’d been after since i met him a couple of months ago. “I’m in town today.” he said to me… We’d talked about hooking up when I went to the city, but I’ve not had a chance to get there yet. We talk for a bit. He tells me where he’ll be. We set up a time for me to come there – when he’s not so busy.

Afternoon comes, and i’ve taken my shower, dressed in very provocative cloths and head out. I have to make a couple of stops first, which is funny seeing how i’m dressed, but i don’t mind. One of my stops was going to be to another guy i’d be after if i thought i’d get away with it.

He calls me to tell me he’s running late, which is good because to that point, i thought for sure he was going to stand me up. 15 minutes later, i’m with him. We are outside – it’s much too hot inside The back yard is nice – homey. We make small talk. He stands up and i get really close to him. The first thing i notice is that he’s very tall. I look up at him and he leans in and kisses me. So soft… i kiss back, my hands instintively to go his neck as our tongues intertwine. He asks if i’m sure my husband wont mind. I comfort his worries when i tell him that my hubby knows where i am. His hands find my tits. He says he wants to take me inside. But i like it out here… we kiss and tease eachother for a bit and i notice that he’s pretty hard, and it’s very noticeable in the shorts he’s wearing. I reach down for a slight feel  and to test if he’s wearing anything under the shorts – no he is not. He squeezes my breasts. Hard. I sort of like it.

I push him down into the chair and lean over him and kiss him. My hair falls into our faces, but neither of us care much. He reaches in and pinches my left nipple until i make a noise. It hurt. I pull his shirt up over his soft tummy and reach my right hand into his waistband. No – not wearing anything underneath. He’s hard… and soft. Smooth skin. I wrap my hand around him and I’m happy. He’s not overly big, but he’s bigger than average.

I drop down to my knees and pull him to me… the head of his cock touches my lips and i part them slightly so he can feel my hot breath. I lick my lips and take some of him in… his hand finds my hair. I like that. My head up and down, i’m lubing my lips until i can slide my lips all the way down until he’s touching the back of my throat. I’m not gagging at all… i can barely breathe. He pushes me down further. Still not gagging – proud of myself. He pulls my head off. He is throbbing. He makes me watch him throb. I smile and lick the underside of his cock. Lots of saliva, i look up at him and he watches me lick him. He doesn’t want to finish too soon, i can tell.

After he’s calmed a little, he lets me take him back into my mouth. He is so smooth. I love this. I take all of him in my mouth again, he pushes down and slides all the way down, until he is in my throat. My pussy throbs. I’d love to have him inside, but nto this week. I wrap my hand around his shaft again, and slide it up and down as he slides in and out of my mouth. He tells me he’s going to cum. I moan and he cums… holds my head in place as he shoots down the back of my throat. I barely taste anything. He cannot stand my still sliding my tongue over the head. He tries to back off, but i force my head all the way down and slowly suck and slide off of him. I smile at him. He tells me that we are definately going to do that again – soon.  I stay in front of him, touching his soft skin, biting him… He’s soft and tan… i like it.

We talk for a while, I stand up and compose myself, taking a long drink of water. We talk a bit more and i’ve got to take off. He tells me that I know how to get ahold of him, and i intend to again. Maybe after this week is over… i’ve got to know how he can use it to help me.

 *kiss*

Not that you give two shits…

But Mr. Down Under has emerged. Home “Dying” since Monday (Sunday night) He’s been in bed. Uncle is doing well, i suppose. Went home today from the hospital. I’m glad he’s back. Looking up tips to Excel & Word last night wouldn’t have taken so long had he not been emailing me. He made me laugh. I’m glad he’s back.

I come from a land down under…

It’s been a few days since i’ve heard from my friend down under. I’ll admit i’m a little worried because since we started talking again back in May, we’ve not gone longer than a weekend or so without correspondence. I know that his Uncle was in the hospital for surgery this week, and that he’s a very frail, old gentleman and i’m worried something has happend to him while at the hospital. I know he is very close with his Uncle and it would be very sad if…

 I would want very much to be there for him if that is the case, but alas, nothing more than my words will be his comfort. I have no other way.

He left work Monday sick, didn’t go in at all on Tuesday. Home in bed is what he told me. No goodnights, No good mornings. Nothing. I’ve not faltered though. I tell him goodnight every night. Although i’m not so sure he’s received the emails yet.

I miss him.

You’ve Got to Love that Phone.

Hubbies birthday was Monday. My breasts being a sore as they were, and not really feeling well, i had no intention of hooking him up. He understood. I went up to lay with him as he went to bed. I asked him what I always ask him when my breasts are that sore. He obliged and a few minutes later, was massaging my breasts for me. It feels good but not in the “feel good” sort of way. You know… not at first… Massaging my breasts for me is a turn on for him… i mean, duh, right? Finally as i was almost asleep, he rolled over and started to masturbate. I watched for a few moments, but eventually started to massage my own breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples a little. I love watching. I rolled over to him. It looked as though he’d get a bday present anyway. His fingers found my clit as i took over massaging his cock. I asked what he was thinking and he was reluctant to tell me. Finally, he told me and i obliged. Soon after, i had his cock far down my throat, gagging on it, my eyes watering. Every time i gagged, i came.. i liked it. I let him finish on my lips, chin… but i did not taste him… i wanted to cum again. I climbed on top and rode him for just a minute or so before i was cumming on him.. Oooh, so nice. Happy Birthday, baby.

 Later, i am awake downstairs. I email Mr. Connecticut – Him -  i’d been 2 years since i’d heard his voice. I miss him. I told him that he should call me. He read the email (myspace – gotta love it) and i was getting no response. I knew that’d drive him off… But my cell phone vibrated between my legs (i’d put it there in the small small chance he’d call – but he hadn’t yet read the email that had the number) and i realized it was him. Oooh, there it was. His voice is deep, sexy. I had missed it. Outta sight, Outta mind does not apply in our situation. I closed my eyes and listened to him answer my question. He’d been up watching the football game, that’s what he was still doing up at 2:30 AM.  I could hear the excitment in his voice, low moans told me that he was touching himself. I told him that i’d put my fingertips into the wasteband of my panties (which i did) and pull them off. He asked why iw as wearing them. I’d just gotten out of the shower, i told him, that’s all i had on other than my tank top. I found my clit, telling him so. It was still a little swollen and sensitive from earlier, so it felt extra good to touch it. I moaned a little – almost forgetting that iw as on the phone. He asked me if it felt good and i said that it did… He told me he wanted to hear me cum. That itself almost got me off, and soon after, i came… with his coaxing me, moaning…. i came for him. He wanted more. I continued to rub my clit. So sensitive, so warm… i continued. I heard his breathing, his voice… i talked to him. I asked him how he was. He had his fist wrapped around his cock, he told me. He said my name… it brought me closer again. He told me he wanted to fuck me.. closer… he moaned deeeeply… i came again. I said his name this time. I didn’t even know i was going to say it until i came out. I arched my back and pushed two fingers inside of me and used my thumb on my clit. I came for him again. I was tired… hearing him on the phone was heaven. He was perfect. Low throaty groans and whispers and saying my name. It felt so good to just rub my clit the way i was. Hearing him get louder… say my name… tell me he wants me. Wants to fuck me. I didn’t realize that i was rubbing my clit again. I heard his voice get higher – a signal that it’s coming soon. He groaned…. moaned… i heard it come. I came with him. He said my name again. He sounded perfect. I came. Again. X3 in 25 minutes. My legs shake. My whole body is warm. Finally, not only did i hear him for the first time in over 2 years, i finally got to HEAR him…for the first time in over 2 years. And for the second time only.

And yes, i did thank him afterwards.

I knew it would happen.

Everyone meet my husband. Be nice, say hello.

He found my blog last week. This blog – he knew about the other one. I tried for 3 months to keep it  hidden from him because we all know that if he reads it, then i won’t write what i want to write anymore. Mainly because I really don’t want to hurt him. And i know that reading my thoughts and feelings toward Them then he’ll be hurt. He told me to keep writing, and i’m going to try but it’s hard.

 I’ve not talked with Him  in a week. All last week I would try to email him things… “those” types of emails, but he didn’t respond to those either. I attempted even “Hey, how are you?” But nothing on that either. I’ll give it time and eventually he’ll respond to one of my naughty mails and that’s all i’ll get out of him again. I wish he’d tell me other things.. no, not “I’ve got a girlfriend” because i hate that. I’m certain that he only tells me that to piss me off – and it works every time. Jerk.

My friend down under has been MIA since (my) Friday afternoon. Okay, not really, I knew he’d have a busy weekend. He’s going to be quite busy for the next few weeks. He’s going diving soon. I hope he gets to jump out of a plane soon too, i know he’s wanted that for a while. He’s done a great job losing the extra weight he thought he had to be able to do it. He went on webcam last week to show me… he looks great. We’ll pong every night, but i probably wont get him during the day because he’ll be busy… i hate it when he’s busy, but i’ll live. He does have a life, ya know.

Hubby and I had an interesting night the other night. I went to bed… and, like i knew he would when I knew he’d read this blog, he would attempt to apply everything he’s read all at once. No, honey, that’s not what i meant when i said “Sometimes, don’t take no for an answer” When i’m sleeping? Come on. Then you got all weird afterwards – which you should have. I hate that i have to explain it all. Oh, and one other thing. Once, when I was seven years old, i woke up to a penis in my hand. It belonged to my dads brother. Don’t make me grab your hard dick when i’m sleeping. It fucking creeps me out. I love you SO much, but when you get too horny, your judgement goes right out the fucking window. And I KNOW if i tell you, it gets taken completely out of context and it means that I don’t love you and i think your gross and i don’t want to be with you anymore, But that’s SO not it. I just want you to not make me do things in my sleep. The best way to wake me up when you are in the mood is to do things to me… like my nipples. Don’t  attempt to shove your fat dick into my not ready pussy when my legs are being held together and pull my hair… come on, i’m sleeping. YOU want to wake ME up. How is touching you going to get me ready when i’m sleeping? I know it feels good, but won’t it feel better if i’m doing it because i want to, not because i’m being forced to?

I am supposed to go to a friends house on Tuesday to hook up. However, Hubby jinxed me when he said that i was going to be a girl and now i think i probably will be. Grr.

And next month, i’ve been invited to Boise to visit an old friend of mine – and whatever happens… Except, i’m worried… i’ve heard that he’s a little…. big…