Showing posts with label Mrs Camaro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mrs Camaro. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

A most excellent weekend

After my depression last week I really needed a pick me up. I suggested to my wife that I had been under a lot of stress and really needed a night out by myself, just to blow off some steam. Little did she know that I had been invited to spend the night with Mrs Camaro in Atlantic City. She had a comp room and was more than happy to have me join her for the evening.

We went out and really just enjoyed ourselves. We drank a little too much, and put on a huge display of PDA in one of the hotel clubs (at one point she had me taking shots from shot glasses she had tucked in her cleavage). I did great at the roulette tables, and was able to walk away with much more than I started with.

This new found and extremely disposable allowed us to have lots of fun with the hotel room service folks. She had the hilarious idea for me to answer the door and let the guy while she was standing there with a too small to fit towel exposing herself. Then she finished the delivery by checking to see if the guy noticed, and by checking I mean she walked up to him and copped a feel.

I have more to write about this evening later, for now I need to get some rest. Needless to say I feel much better.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The best friends are old friends

So, today was my big date with Mrs Camaro. It didn't quite go as planned. First off I wound up being pretty late. I got stuck in a teleconference all afternoon, which pushed my whole day back. The two hours early I was going to skip out on work turned into an hour, add to that some traffic I ran into and all of a sudden I'm an hour and a half late. When I finally arrived to meet her at the library we were supposed to meet at, she wasn't even there. We wound up playing phone tag for another 15 minutes trying to find eachother, and it turned out that she got bored, ran to the store down the street.

We finally met a little over 2 hours after we were supposed to meet. The original plan was to get something quick to eat, then go back to her house to fool around. The food idea was quick to go, and I followed her to her place. Her son was with his father for the week so she had her apartment to herself. These types of days for her as a single mom are far and few between.

I followed her into her place, and right away she offers me some wine, which I gladly take. A lot of small talk and general catching up with each other since the last time we actually saw one another. She lives almost 2 hours away from me so finding time to actually meet up isn't exactly easy. Knowing the time constraints I was under I sent a text home letting my wife know that I would be late.

I was sitting on her couch and she came over and laid her head on my lap. I started to play with her hair while we talked some more. While we were talking my hands found her body. One hand playing with her hair, the other sliding my fingers under her shirt and across her stomach. Her hands following to match. My hands flirted with her body, moving around her clothes, not taking them off yet. She was wearing a very loose knee length skirt and it was easy for me to pull it up around her waist. While I was working my way around her, she did the same to me, opening my pants and pulling my dick out so she could play with it.

Then she just rolled over onto her knees, putting her bare ass out in the air. She completely ignored my dick and pulled my pants down around my knees. It's amazing how lovers who haven't been together for a long time still remember exactly what can push each others buttons. Her mouth quickly started to kiss my thighs while her hand wrapped itself around the base of my half hard cock. My hands continued to caress her lower back and play with her hair.

I knew I wanted to bring her back to her bedroom where we had a large bed to play on. Grabbing a full handful of hair I told her to follow me, and I dropped my pants on the floor, stripping off more and more of my clothes as I made my way to her room, she followed and stripped behind me.

She followed me into her room and stopped just inside the door to lean on the wall. I walked up to her and leaned in pulling her chin up to kiss me. My hands found their way to her breasts and she pulled me closer. This tit for tat went on for a little while longer, she would touch me and I would touch her to match. Until I had her on her knees between my legs with her back against the wall while I held my dick up so she could suck on my balls.

She was willing to do anything I wanted her to. I told her to go lay on the bed, and without hesitation she did. She got on all fours on her bed, playing with herself so I could see. I sat on the bed right in front of her and told her to get on top of me. She pulled the sheets over me while started to fuck her from below. It felt great to lift myself into her as hard as I could while she did her best to tighten her pussy around my dick. Her hands squeezing my shoulders as hard as she could while holding herself up. Then I came. She angled her hips so that while I was releasing my shaft was buried against her clit with just my head in her, and she finished me off with a long drawn out kiss.

We have been with together like this for almost 10 years on and off. I love having sex with her. She is incredible. We fit together perfectly and she is the person that really showed me how to have sex, how to really enjoy it.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

You Suck in Bed


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Just thought this was funny and though I would share. I Mrs. Camaro and I made plans to meet up next week, and she sent it to me.

Sunday, October 12, 2008

I have been unfaithfull to my wife

I have been unfaithfull to my wife, from day one. When we first started to sleep together I already had a girlfriend (Mrs Camaro), I made no secret of this, and she knew when I would see Mrs Camaro. My wife and I had been sleeping with each other for 6 months when I asked her to marry me.

At this point I had never stopped seeing Mrs Camaro, but that relationship was going no where. Mrs Camaro had moved following her job and we saw each other infrequently, partly due to distance, partly due to her roommate who was just a complete bitch and hated the fact that Mrs Camaro had a sex life and she didn't. Her roommate was a beautiful girl, but had a bad attitude towards men in general, and would always brood and complain over her idiot of the day. 

I had originally met Mrs Camaro at Woodstock99 (it was a great party),  I had met her with my girlfriend at the time, Jewlez, and the three of us became VERY good friends right away. After Woodstock we kept in touch and after Jewlez and I fell apart we hit it off big time. She is an incredible girl with the body of a model and a personality to match. We were never very serious and our relationship was more about sex than anything else.

She taught me more about being a lover than a dude with a dick than anyone else. Before her I would just get in hammer away get off and be done. She was the girl that taught me how to go down on a girl, I learned real fast from her that the hole is not the goal. Every time we talk she always manages to remind me how she would just wrap her thighs around my head and pull my hair so as to draw me in. In the begining when we had sex it was just straight sex, missionary, me on top nothing more, nothing less. At the time I was the man, looking back at it I was boring, fast and shitty in bed. The one day it all changed is easy to remember, it was the day before Christmas of 99. I walked into her room and she was wearing a very tight black corset with small black low rider panties to match. She beat me up. She fucked me hard, rode me hurt me. It was good memorable sex, sex that you remember for years. At the end of it she said "next time you fuck me be a real man and take control". 

The next time we met I tried, and failed. But she was patient with me. She would give me instructions and make special requests, and I would comply. Slowly through trial and error I learned what she liked, I learned about her boundaries, and mine. She taught me that the real goal of sex isn't to get off, the real goal is to leave the other person wanting more.

On a completely different note, I'm a huge fan of VH1's reality shows. I'm watching charm school 2 right now, which has a cast of 20 beautiful girls, all probably in their 20's, and Sharon Osbourne who is the "headmaster". Out of all the women on the show Sharon is by far the sexiest lady there. And while all the girls on the show are closer to my age, and by far much more attractive, Sharon has a way about her that none of them can touch.