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.

The end of Mrs Legs

So she dropped the bombshell on me this morning.

I had been avoiding her a little, due to the fact that I had been gone for over a month and I really wanted to spend time with my wife. I did manage to sneak in a few quickies here and there but I could tell that there was something on her mind. Then last week she just dissapeared off the face of the earth. I figured something just came up and brushed it off thinking that she was busy.

Last night she asks if I wanted to meet for breakfast at IHOP. Then it hit me, something is wrong. Damn. I met her there, ordered food, and made small talk. How 'ya been, what 'ya been up to? Light conversation, nothing beyond the superficial.

Then after we finished eating, her face just turned completely white, and she starts talking about her marriage, and where that is going. Apparently her husband starting to bring up the idea of children a few months back, and that he's pretty adamant about the fact that he wants to raise some little ones. He even tried to get her to get off the pill. She has been lying to him saying that she is off birth control, which made him go to a doctor to get his sperm checked, and it came out fine. Now he wants her to go to the fertility doctor, in which case her husband will find out that she is still on birth control.

To make this very long story a short one, she doesn't want children yet. BUT for now she wants to cool things off between the two of us for a while until she gets this figured out. I agree that us spending less time together is probably a good idea given everything that is going on.

To be quite honest the cooling off period lasted until we walked out of the reasturant and I jokingly asked if she wanted a quickie before we part ways. I hadn't finished talking before she yelled 'YES' and we were sprawled in the most uncomfortably cramped position in her back seat, parked behind IHOP.

The cooling off period starts now...


EDIT: After writing this I realized how depressed I have been all day.

She left marks!

I get to work this morning, and the first thing my partner says to me is that I have teeth marks at the base of my neck, just barely visible above my collar. I should be worried right? I played it off, with a funny comment and went about my day as usual.

My day started off early this morning, I woke up, went out for a run (in the snow, eeek!). At her house I walked let myself in, climbed up the stairs to her bedroom, undressing myself as I made my way, and slid under the sheets, my arm embracing her tightly. She was surprised to see me, she wasn't expecting me.

I was ready to go from the moment I hit the mattress, I know she could feel me poking her in the back, while my hands started to rub her back. Instead of just laying there enjoying the free back rub, she told me to lay on my stomache, so she could give me a rub down. I rolled over like a dog waiting for a treat. Her hand immediately started to knead my shoulders.

Then sudden pain. Her teeth sunk into my back, and not just a little bite, one of those bites that caused me to try and pull myself away from her. Then she realeased, appologizing with a lick of her tounge. Some more kneading and rubbing, then another bite, this time directly between my shoulders, her nails felt like they wcould tear through my skin as they sunk in. I could tell that she was squeezing nad biting with all her might. My body attempted to move, to get away, instead I just lay there as if to ask for more.

This went on for another 20 minutes, she would bite, then scratch, then sink her nails in. I could feel my skin swell with each movement as she dug in. I enjoyed every second of it.

I'm glad I married her or I might have been in a little trouble.

TMI Tuesday #172

1. When you sleep with someone, how much or how little contact do you like to have?

Contact is different for every pair, and every position. Doggy style gets almost no contact except for some hands and hips. Missionary we could be laying in a full on embrace. There is no one answer.


2. What do you think there is a appropriate amount of time for a divorce parent to date before introducing the kids to the "new" "special" person in their life?

WOW, every child is different, at least wait until it is somewhat serious if they are young. Older childern, teenagers would probably handle it better, but again every child is different.


3. Which ONE do you wish you had more of in bed... romance, experimentation or foreplay?

Experimentation. I would love to try more new stuff, there is plenty I have yet to learn, and much more I have yet to try. There are just sooooo many combinations.


4. What do you thinks makes a kiss great?

Passion and chemistry. I have kissed some girls who are incredible kissers, but when they kiss someone else it just doesn't quite go right. On the same token I have kissed some girls that others say kiss great, and I don't enjoy kissing. I had a girlfriend a few years ago that I always though kissed terrible, Esse thought she kissed incredible, and Esse and I always had great chemistry together, so who is right? I also just cant stand knocking teeth, if my teeth hit yours then please stop, take a step back and let's please, please do something else/



5. Describe your sex life in two words.

Exquisitly Fun

Southern Belle, our chat

So my Southern Belle has me wrapped around her finger. I really wanted to go to bed at a decent hour last night. Instead I spent the day fighting the urge to sleep, the reason you may ask? I wound up on the computer with her last night for a few hours, while we entertained each other for a few hours. I truly enjoyed the conversation which started out very innocent, but quickly deteriorated into a sexual conversation, the likes I haven't seen in a long time.


Here are some excerpts that I copied over from our conversation before I delete it from my computers memory. Excuse my gramatical and spelling errors, I just did a quick copy and paste. Keep in mind that she was working the night shift, and was able to keep this conversation up for a good 4 hours while she tried to work.



Here are some excerpts from our chat, some are hers, some are mine...


I gasp in pure ecstasy of you inside me. I can feel how hard you are, throbbing, stretching me. It feels so fucking good & makes me weak at the same time

I force your hips down and enter you from above moving myself straight down, my hand finds its way under you to cup your breast..

I bite my lip in pleasure/pain. It's been so long. I reach back so i can feel your cock with my fingers as you move in and out.

You cum, spraying over me, some on my face and chest. Just a drop or two hits my lips. My tongue darts out to lick them away.

And while I have to touch her skin she did make me cum last night, more than once.

My Southern Belle

Recently I have been spending way too much time online messaging with a girl I met online, not through this blog, but through another unnamed source. I have finally decided that I am completely obsessed with this lady. Last night I tried to fall asleep in my hotel room, and at the same time was talking to her. I was very tired and just fell asleep, but the words that got me was the last thing that she said:

Good night, sleep tight, dream of me

I don't know what it was for, but it was cute, and has had me worked up all day. Most of our conversations have been through messages, and contain mostly sexual innuendo, round about flirting, and general sexual tones.

I can just imagine what our first meeting will be like. Oh did I forget to mention that we already have plans to meet? We have plans to get together, just not soon enough. We both ride bikes, so we will be meeting half way between for a long weekend of fucking and riding. Yes I am going to bend her over my bike and enjoy myself as much as I possibly can.

Plus the few times that we talk, I can't really pay too much attention to what she says, she has this incredibly cute southern accent that completely turns me on.

I'm back

Well, I am back. I was gone for 5 weeks and worked hard every day.

I haven't really been able to get out of the house (no juicy extra-marital stories to tell) for a little while, I really haven't had a reason to, yet. But it is nice to be home. I took a week off work right away and vegged out in the house, went out with the wife a few times to party with friends, and made up for being gone over the holidays with family.

There is some more to come, I haven't been totally celibate since I returned home, the wife and I did have some catching up to do.