The Overlook - A Reader's Guest Post Continues

I have a new regular reader that did me the honor of writing a story a while ago, this is a continuation of the characters created in that story.If you're interested in being a guest poster in this blog see the details at the end of the story. 

Now on with our couple...

Tyler Anderson had finally had his dream fulfilled when his neighbor Ken had come to him offering his wife Debbie to the 24 year old.  As a 50th birthday present for Debbie, Ken had talked their neighbors son into fucking her with his big cock to fulfill a fantasy of hers.  Unbeknown to him, the boy had fantasized about Ken’s big-breasted wife since hitting puberty 10 years before.
That fateful morning Ken had not only given a boy whose masturbation fantasy of choice was his pretty wife Debbie, a fix by letting him screw her silly on his kitchen table, Ken had shown Tyler her weakness and how to get this sexy wife again.

Once having sampled Debbie’s charms, Tyler was driven by the experience to have her again.  Debbie, being friends with his parents, had given him the chance he needed to get her alone rather easily.  He knew every Thursday night her husband Ken dropped her off at the English class she taught on his way to work.  Tyler’s mother was her ride home an hour and a half later.  This Thursday Tyler told his mother since he would be downtown shopping, he would have no problem bringing Debbie home for her.  Tyler’s mom readily agreed and he set his plan in motion.

That evening waiting in the parking lot, Tyler’s hand stroked his long thick length to life.  He had decided to start with visual stimulation on the sexy 50 year old.  He wanted to trigger her memory of what had filled her tight cunt several weeks before.  When she stepped from the building after class his thick 9 inches were obscenely displayed across the front of his tight sweats.

Debbie came out of her class looking around for her ride as Tyler pulled up and rolled down the window, “Mom asked if I would get you tonight Deb.”, he told her with a smile.

Not having seen Tyler since that fateful morning several weeks before, Debbie flushed at seeing the cute 24 year old.  Climbing into the car, her gaze dropped to his crotch looking at the large outline stretching the fabric.

“I’m taking the overlook route back, there is a wreck on I-7.” he told her matter-of-factly as her eyes came back up to his.

She swallowed before replying, “That’s fine Tyler.”

Her pulse raced as she tried not to look at her young companion.
The look on her face and the fact that her large nipples were now pushing out the fabric in the front of her dress spoke volumes.
As they drove in the darkness very little was said until Tyler pulled off the road on one of the hills into a wooded area.

“Tyler where are you going?”  Debbie asked her young chauffeur looking around.

“I haven’t driven up here in years, I just wanted to take a quick look at the city.” he replied as they emerged from the trees to a gravel clearing with a view overlooking the city lights.
Debbie had not been up here in years either, but knew this place was more for young kids to come look at the naked sights in their cars more than city lights.  Looking around she saw several other cars parked here.

“Tyler I can't be seen up here.  Can you imagine the gossip if someone saw me here?” she whispered sliding down in the seat.

As she looked over at him she saw he had pulled his throbbing manhood from his sweats.  His 9-inch cock lay splayed across his thigh as his palm ran up and down its length.
Her mouth went dry looking at his beautiful cock finally up close. 

“Tyler we can’t be doing this.  I’m married baby and I know … “ Loosing her thought and finally asking, “Can we just go now before someone see’s me?”

Just then, headlights raked across the windows of the car as another pulled up behind them.
Looking in the rear view mirror Tyler hissed, “Shit it’s a cop”.
Debbie slipped lower in the seat.
Panicky Debbie looked at him wide-eyed as Tyler reached over the seat pulling out a blanket from the back.
Spreading the blanket over his lap, he told her, “Get under the blanket like your giving me a blow-job”.
Her eyes wide she looked at him in disbelief.  “The last thing I want is a cop catching me sucking you off.  Are you crazy?” as she heard the door open and close to the cruiser behind them.

“Trust me Debbie, this has worked for me before, he won’t look under the blanket and will never know who you are, now hurry.”  He lifted the blanket from his lap.
Out of options, she groaned, “I can’t believe I’m doing this”.
Diving forward, she pressed her face into the hot flesh of his cock as he dropped the blanket over her head.
Just then a knock at the driver side window had Tyler rolling it down.  He looked up into a familiar face,  “Officer Raines how are you tonight sir?”  Tyler asked the Deputy Sheriff he had known since he was a young boy.

Under the blanket, Debbie’s gasp at the identity of the officer blew her hot breath across the swollen head of Tyler’s sensitive cock causing the boys eyes to half shut as he sucked in a deep breath.
Roger Raines had watched Tyler grow up and now stood over him watching the scene unfold on the boys lap.  Messing with him a bit would be something he could tell Tyler’s father the next time they met so he smiled as he started questioning the boy.
“Your eyes are looking kind of funny Tyler, have you been doing drugs out here”, Roger asked Tyler in a serious tone.

Debbie’s breathing on his cock was driving him crazy as the Deputy questioned him.  Finally, he slipped both hands under the blanket.  One grabbed the back of her head and the other his swollen penis.  He started rubbing his wet tip across her lips as his other held her head fast.
The moment her mouth opened in protest he fed his swollen knob into her mouth.  A long sigh and a whispered “Fuck yea” left his lips.
His eyes went back to the Deputy and he knew lying would get him nowhere.
“I mean nooo sir! I’m not doing drugs.  I’m...I’m getting my cock sucked sir and enjoying every second of it.”
Smiling inside Deputy Rains still in a stern tone asked Tyler, “Who might this little cock sucker be Tyler?”

“I promised to keep her identity a secret Rodger, can we just leave it at that?”  Tyler asked, his eyes pleading with the Deputy.

Wanting to push the boy’s buttons just a few more times, he thought for a moment and said, “Well, I dunno.  She could be a minor out here sucking your cock, and if it was found out later that I did nothing I would be in big trouble Tyler.”

“She is no minor Rodger, you have my word”, Tyler exclaimed through heavy breaths as his tool pressed deeper into her hot mouth.

“I’m sorry Tyler but I just cant take your word for that without some verification.” he said in his sternest tone yet, watching the young man squirm.
         
Debbie in her frustration with Tyler filling her mouth with his cock began to suck on it in earnest.  He felt her tongue running up and down the hardening hot flesh filling her mouth.
After a groan from Debbie’s oral ministrations on his cock, he turned to the Officer and out of breath exclaimed, “She has a small butterfly tattoo on her ass Deputy Raines.  You know she had to be at least 18 to have gotten that.  Get on your knees baby and let the deputy check.” ,Tyler said between a few more deep breaths as his heart raced from her mouth now sucking his large knob.

Debbie couldn’t believe that Tyler was asking her to put her ass up to be examined by a friend of her husband no less.  Unable to find any other solution to her predicament though she slowly crawled up onto the front seat raising her ass to the passenger window.
She listened to the crunch of gravel as the Deputy walked around the car.

“Have the little lady move back some Tyler so I can see better”, the deputy said smiling at the girls predicament and the fun he was having with them.
Tyler began to slide over holding the blanket over her head and shoulders as Debbie crawled backwards until her ass and legs were up against the door and window.
She heard Deputy Raines open the car door behind her and felt a cool breeze on her skin as her dress was lifted over her ass-cheeks.  Her face burned with embarrassment knowing her ass was bare to one of her husband’s friends.  She started to pull her mouth off Tyler’s hard cock when his hand pressed her back down filling her mouth with his hard flesh and holding her tight.
His fat cock sank to the back of her wet hot mouth making him groan out his next words.  “It’s back there... just...check.”

“Not too many under age girls wear panty hose Tyler, I’ll give you that”, he replied as his fingers hooked underneath the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties.

She tried again to pull off Tyler’s cock to tell them her tattoo was on her lower back and not her ass to try to stop the hands from exposing her now moist sex to her husband’s friends eyes.  Lifting up in alarm her head was again pressed down onto Tyler’s hard young cock as he groaned yet again as his sensitive head pushed down her throat.

The Deputy’s fingers peeled her panties and hose down over her ass to the middle of her thighs exposing her round soft ass and shaved pussy.
“My, my Tyler.  You have got you one fine piece of ass tonight.”

The lips of her cunt began to get wet at being exposed to a man who was at her house almost weekly with her husband to watch football.  Debbie and Alisha Raines, Rodgers wife, were good friends and here her husband had her bare ass and pussy in his hands.
Debbie felt the rough leather of the Deputy’s gloved finger slide down between the cheeks of her ass over her brown little bud.  An involuntary moan slipped past the cock filling her mouth as the finger continued to part the lips of her sex running the length of her wet slit.  The rough tip of the glove rubbed her swollen clit eliciting a moan with each pass.  It was exciting to feel the sensation of leather playing with her clit, it seemed as though her entire pussy became more sensitive to it.

“Tyler we have a problem my young friend.  I don’t see any tattoo on this beautiful ass and this girl does not have a lick of hair between her legs.  I am really thinking I had better I.D. her I’m afraid, I’m almost positive she is under age now.” he said with a chuckle as his gloved finger moved into a slow rhythm of rubbing her hard swollen clit.

Her ass rising higher into the air under the onslaught of the rough wet leather on her sensitive bud, Debbie blurted out around the cock in her mouth, “Lllook Hhggigger.” as a long low groan followed her outburst.
Her mouth was now sucking her young neighbor as his hips rose and fell from the seat pumping her mouth.
Roger Raine’s pushed the dress higher onto her back as his eyes widened at the small heart shaped tattoo above her hip.  Below the tattoo was the word “Pet” and the officer from years of putting pieces of evidence together immediately connected an assortment of facts from his own life.
It had been months earlier on a bowling night with Debbie’s husband that they had talked about tattoos.  Ken had mentioned Debbie’s heart tattoo to him and how he had just gotten her to put the word “Pet” beneath it.  The fact that his good friends wife was out here in the woods sucking off her neighbors son, and having her pussy played with by him, had his cock instantly straining under his uniform.
Roger made the decision then that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.  He unzipped his trousers pulling out his stiffening cock as he continued started talking, “I’m thinking I know the difference between a real and fake tattoo Tyler, I think there is only one way to see if she is under age now.”
Tyler was hardly listening anymore, his eyes half closed and breathing ragged as his cock pumped his hot little cheating housewife’s mouth.  His hands full of her hair, his hips fucked her mouth with abandon as his head rolled back on the seat.
Debbie at first thought it was the officer’s finger pressing into her raised cunt when her eyes went wide with the realization that her husband’s friend was filling her cunt with his hard cock.  A moan left her lips as the large caliber gun between his legs pushed to the bottom of her wet holster.

A sting ran across her ass as his leather glove came down hard on her upraised ass-cheeks getting her attention.
“Time for you to show me your not some little under age school girl.  You have 5 minutes to use that pussy like a woman and make me cum or I drag you out from underneath that blanket and take you down to the station.” he barked.

A shiver of fear ran up her spine as she started moving her ass back and forth along his hard length.  Her hips rocked and slapped back against his police utility belt, driving his long cock deep into her pussy.  Flexing every muscle between her legs, she milked his cock with every pass hearing him draw long breaths.

“My god you know how to fuck baby.” he groaned as she brought him closer and closer to release.  His hands slid across the top of the car pressing down holding himself still as her hips and cunt worked his cock like a velvet glove.

Almost instantaneously Debbie felt her young lovers cock jerk in her mouth, filling it with his hot thick love.  Her ass was a blur as she rode the Deputy’s cock closer and closer to release.
Feeling Roger’s hips press tight to her ass, his weapon of sex fired deep in her cunt.
He emptied all his cylinders firing round after round of hot seed deep in his friend’s wife.  His head slumping on the top of the car holding tight after firing his last shot.  With a wet plop, his softening gun slipped from her leaking cunt.
He pushed his wet tool back into his police trousers and ran his hand over her beautiful bare ass.  “You made me a believer baby, you’re definitely a woman.
“Later Tyler.  Stay out of trouble”, he said as he staggered back into his cruiser and with a crunch of gravel slowly drove off.

Debbie pulled the blanket from her head and sat up on the seat.  “Oh my god Tyler.  One of my husband’s best friends just fucked me.  He is at our house every Sunday and Monday night for football”, her eyes looking into his with fear.

He slipped across the seat soothing her with his voice and holding her.  “He had no idea who you were.  Don’t you worry your beautiful little head baby, I’m sure the next time you see Officer Raines the only thing he will ask you for is another beer.”

His mouth moved to hers and opened taking her tongue in a deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.  The heavy kissing slowly led to his hands slipping under her dress and bra as each hand wrapped around a soft hanging globe.
Through his kisses she told him, “Tyler you really need to get me home baby”.
The fire between her legs was burning hot.  Not having gotten off on Rogers cock she was torn between getting home to her husband and the now again stiffening cock of her young neighbor in her hand.
Tyler had no such compunction.  If Debbie’s husband had made one mistake in having Tyler fuck her on her birthday, it was in telling his young neighbor how easily his wife was dominated.  Tyler had fantasized about this older woman for years growing up next door.  With the body of a curvy sports car, Debbie’s husband had inadvertently given his young neighbor a set of keys to take her out whenever he chose.

Right now he turned that key.  “Get your fucking sloppy cunt on my cock.”  He growled at her as he twisted her fat nipples in his strong fingers.

Her mouth opening in a wide O as she groaned from the pain shooting from her nipples.  All thought of getting home to her husband disappearing as a need to obey burned bright in her mind along with a desire to quench the fire between her legs.
Peeled off her hose and underwear she climbed across his lap and straddled him.  Her hand pushed the fat head of his cock between the lips of her wet cunt and she eased herself down onto his thick 9 inches of hot flesh.  A moan rang out into the cool dark night air as her ass came to rest on his upper thighs.  “Oh god baby your big cock feels so good.”

Nothing could stop the passion that was building with each quickening rise of her hips.  Finally, two softly whispered words broke the silence.  “Fuck me,” she hissed.
Looking into her eyes he asked her with a steel tone in his voice and hard eyes, “You ready to please your man again Debbie?”

A shiver ran down her back as her arms wrapping around his neck.  Sliding up and down the long fat shaft stretching her cunt she slowly replied in deepening breaths,  “So, you like fucking other men’s wives?  Is that it, Tyler?” she murmured into his ear.

Tyler’s hands remained on her tits, squeezing and kneading them.  Pushing them together his thumb and forefinger on each hand found her nipples, and gently squeezed, causing her to gasp in pleasure.  “Absolutely”, he breathed.  “There’s nothing sexier than a cheating little housewife.”

Tyler smiled into her lusty eyes knowing she was going to have a lot of explaining to do tonight when she arrived home late because he was going to keep this little wife very busy pleasing him for hours to come.

 This could be the beginning of a brand new adventure in Dirty Debbie's Diary.  Would you like to write a story of you doing me?  Put your fantasy down on digital paper and send it to me.  Share it with all the like minded people here.  If I see there is interest I'll promote the feature because you know how I feel - The more the merrier! 

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I look forward to being the one reading your stories and getting wet.

Sex News Sunday #8

This week the post is a mixture of news and a poll to see how people feel about it.

The following story comes from The Coffee News.
It reminded me of the song Escape by Jimmy Buffet and this commentary.



A couple from Bosnia are getting divorced after they discovered that they were cheating on the other by having Internet affairs. What really surprised them was that the cyber-affairs turned out to be with each other. They had been carrying on a chat-room relationship for several months. They called themselves "Sweetie" and "Prince of Joy" and they poured out their hearts to one another. When the couple discovered they were both being unfaithful-even though it was with each other they decided to divorce.

Now what do you think? I personally would take all this as an opportunity to find out more about my partner and work on whatever led to the "affairs" in the first place. What do you think?

What Would You Do?
	I'd try to work it out.
	I'd just forgive and forget.
	I'd get the divorce.
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Fuck Me Like Her-Part Two

As always be sure to check out the back story by reading Part One

Weeks passed, life for us remained about the same. We had moments where we acted like the couple that I wish we really were. One night he was feeling a bit passionate towards me. It had been about two months since we had made love so I was ready for him.

As we made our way to the bedroom a picture moved from my subconscious mind to the forefront. That image was of ‘the mistress’. I wanted to be her. I wanted to get the attention that I used to get from my boyfriend, the attention I deserved, and the attention she was getting instead. I was tired of being made love to like it was chore, rather than because there was an attraction, a need, or a desire. I became a different sexual being and I stayed there, in that mindset. The rest of this story tells about the fucking bitch I became.

One thing that I will give my boyfriend credit for, he did know what I liked in bed. He began to kiss me, up my neck, to my ears, and then moved to my mouth. It was then that the passion welled up in me and my favorite filthy salacious speech turned into something else and I said:
“Talk to me like you talk to your whore”

He pulled back and looked at me quizzically, but I think he thought it was just part of one of my games. Rather than the silence or coos that I normally heard, he got as filthy as I was, if not more. He told me things I had never heard before, things like,
“Fuck you bitch, how dare you ask for anything”
I ignored his comment, went ahead, and made another request.
“Now go ahead and kiss me like her”

The funny thing is that he began to kiss me differently; he began to bite and nibble on my neck and then my cheeks before sucking at my lips. He didn’t seem to mind this time; apparently going along with what he had decided was just a game. In reality, it was not anywhere near being a game. He became forceful and thrust his tongue into my mouth. I did my best to keep up with him.
This progressed, things got hotter and heavier and I was enjoying the newness of it all, even if the reason for it made my stomach turn. He started to plant soft kissed on my tits and slowly worked his way down to my pussy. I was so glad that I had shaved earlier in the day; it always makes me more sensitive. Of course, this was something different from our routine. Normally I would be on my knees before I would be serviced in such a way.
“Please, please, now eat my pussy as if it were hers!”, I begged.
I got just what I asked for. His form, his talents seemed to completely change. Rather than the few licks I had gotten used to, he took care of me from my asshole to my clit and back again. Nice and slow, gently sucking on my clit, driving me wild and making me squirm for the first time in a long time. He drew my puffy pussy lips between his lips and licked at them as he worked his way down to my puckered hole. He drove me over the edge as he tongue fucked my ass. I came hard as he moved his tongue up and down into my tight cunt. I grasped his strong shoulders and dug my nails into them as my soaked pussy rocked against his face.

Just as I was thinking how much I needed his cock, the bitch in me welled up again and I moaned out,
“Fuck me the way you like to fuck her”
Again he pulled back to look at me for a split second this time with a more worried look on his face. He answered with me just one word, “Fine!”
He pushed me back down on to the bed and straddled me right below my tits. He slid his stiff cock between my massive tits and pushed them against himself. He felt smooth and very warm. I took over the job of holding my tits as he began to fuck them. He put a few pillows under my head so I could easily lap at his cockhead as he moved towards my mouth. I loved the feeling of his smooth balls dragging across my abdomen and the taste of his pre-cum as my tongue flicked across his leaking head. He pulled at my erect nipples as he called me a whore and a cocksucker. He kept at it as he came closer to cumming.

“Oh, now suck me off”, he moaned.
I tilted my head a bit more upwards and moved up so he was kneeling right in front of me. Now his dripping cockhead was resting on my lips.
Now it was his turn, he was still treating me to the filthy language, “Now suck my cock, just the way I like it whore”.
I leaned down and began licking at his balls right away, moving my tongue up to his head and feasting on his pre-cum with it. For some reason this seemed to piss him off rather than please him.
“No, no bitch, no! Have you gotten even more stupid since last time?”
He grabbed the back of my head, took a fistful of my hair and yanked at me towards his stiff cock. When I say stiff, I mean it too. It was a fucking diamond cutter. I don’t think I had seen him that hard since he was 21 years old. In a matter of, what seemed, to be seconds, half his dick was down my throat. The back of my head was shoved down his shaft, I took him all, but I gagged like a schoolgirl in the process. I began to suck as he fucked my face as hard as he could.
“Look at me when you suck me bitch!”
The submissive in me doesn’t disappear and I looked right up at him. He fucked my face fast, hitting the back of my throat with almost every thrust. His balls were slapping against my chin and then being ground into my face. This was not what I usually expected of him. His groans were loud and very carnal.

“Oh bust those nuts babe, I’m gonna paint your slut face”
Soon after saying that, he started to explode. I sucked harder and he twitched as he started spurting. I got a taste of his jizz on my tongue and swallowed, but he quickly pulled out of my mouth and kept spurting on my face. It was like no time I had remembered in the recent past.
We both were spent after that and just laid on the bed for several minutes afterwards. There was no snuggling, no pillow talk, we didn’t speak. I eventually got up and took a shower. By the time I returned to bed, my boyfriend was already under the covers and asleep.

We never brought it up, the fact that my requests, and his response to them were because of his mistress. I couldn’t bring myself to confront him, at least not right away. At first, I couldn’t figure out why, but after a discussion with my girlfriend it came to me.
I felt sorry for her on some strange level. I felt sorry for my boyfriend’s slut. After the fuckfest we had that night I thought to myself, “Is this really how he treats her?”.
At least I was always handled with a certain gentleness. Even though I was being lied to, there was still a certain understanding to our world. My sympathy for the unknown woman didn’t last forever. He had chances to come clean, but never did. I eventually did a real confrontation and reminded him of that night. No need to go into detail about what ensued or how I caught him in the first place, but within the year I had a much cuter apartment and it was all mine.

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Fuck Me Like Her-Part One

My boyfriend and I had been together for a couple of years. We had been living together for almost a year, but I was beginning to see small changes in our relationship. The thing is that subtle or little changes always seem to add up to something big and I was afraid this was one of those times. He seemed to be more moody, picked fights with me, and even though we didn’t see a lot of each other because of our work and school schedules, he didn’t seem to want to take advantage of the time we did have together.
I could tell I was starting to get depressed. It was as though I was living a life of quiet desperation, but I always did my best to cover my feelings up. I guess I wanted to stick my head in the sand about the whole thing. After all, it wasn’t bad all the time and I loved him, or at least I thought I did at the time.

Things got worse a few weeks ago though, and it helped me pull my head out of my ass, so to speak. Most any sign of affection began to disappear. There were no notes in the morning, no “I love you”, no more compliments on my looks or clothing. It was as though I was a ghost. He was either disinterested or too tired to be interested in making love. I could understand that considering his schedule, but no attempt was ever made to be physically close or please me in other ways. I just knew there was something wrong and sometimes when I asked about any of it, I became the one accused of cheating on him! It was as though any problem was my fault. That was the limit for me, I considered it disrespectful. I am proud of my love, my loyalty, and my integrity.

I needed some form of understanding. I wanted some sort of explanation one way or another. I never wanted to be so wrong about something in my life. I couldn’t help but start to notice things now; my head was very much in the clear now. I almost hated myself for one musing that always sent that special shot down to my pussy. That idea was that of my boyfriend actually fucking someone else and me seeing it.

At first, I saw a Map Quest print out with directions to a place about 30 minutes away that I was unfamiliar with. I figured he would tell me about his trip, but I never heard about it. At the end of the month I got my normal credit card bill. I always go over the charges on my bill and I saw one charge for a hotel restaurant in a nearby city. I was going to call the credit card company, but I was almost embarrassed to do so. It was dated on a day that he had off. He must have accidentally picked my Master Card up off the desk instead of his. But there was a finale, a final act that sort of made so angry that I became calm about the whole matter. That was the smell of perfume, that wasn’t mine, on him when he got home from ‘work’. Even if the scent were mine, I would find it hard to believe that it would stay with him for ten hours.
I didn’t let on at all that I knew. My mood and emotional state remained stable and even.

Luckily, I had a very empathetic girlfriend to speak to. Sure sometimes I had few more drinks than the normal with her, and we went on some food binges together, but somehow it all made me feel better. She also came in handy by introducing to one of my favorite toys , to help relieve ‘the pressure’. I think it was a mixture of the caring company and the physical pleasures of food and drink and the special orgasm toy that made me feel better whenever I saw her.

Read about how I dealt with the situation next time.

The Dish Best Served Cold

OK, OK In my last post about infidelity I said I would get back to erotic story writing. Obviously, I haven’t done that yet, I’m still in need of some inspiration. While waiting for this inspiration, I came across an interesting article on the CNN.com site. It seemed to be the perfect ending to the entire infidelity series that included these posts:
Topic Of The Day-Infidelity
Commentary On The Comments
CJ’s Thoughts On Fidelity



The title of that article was: When he's a Cheat, Revenge Seems Sweet

It gives many examples of what women scorned do for revenge and why. Before I get into that though, I will make a confession.
I have indulged my need for revenge once.
I was young and stupid and in college. I was a sophomore and he was a junior. His name was Steve. I won’t go into our relationship other than the fact that it ended very badly. I quickly thought of something to do to serve him that dish best served cold, revenge. I easily sneaked into the upperclassmen’s dorm when I knew he wasn’t going to be there. The only tool I had with me was small. It was a tube of Krazy Glue ©. I squirted the acrylic resin not only into the lock on the door, but also in the hinge pins of the door hinges. It felt so good. I then quickly and quietly left. Although I was suspected, I was never caught. I was sick the day there was to be an inquiry in front of the student judiciary board. Then Spring break came along and I never heard anything about it again.

What I did was nothing compared to this:

… She unscrewed the door of her cheating ex's Audi, inserted a marble in the frame, then screwed it back together. It took mechanics months to find the cause of the rattling. At last they pulled out the marble and a note: "You finally found it, you fucker."

But as the saying goes, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

So ladies now that I’ve confessed and given an example of another women’s revenge do you have any stories you’d like to share? Let me know.

Topic of the Day – Infidelity

This is a long entry, but please stick with me.

Because of the New York’s Spitzer/Patterson sex mess the topic of infidelity has hit the media like an avalanche. I hear about it more through the papers, television news, the Internet, and the water cooler than ever before.

I actually heard on NBC’s Today Show this morning about how men can’t help but ‘stray’. Of course, the gender of the person presenting this theory was male. He described other cultures that allowed men to have more than one wife or partner at a time. He spoke as though we were the only culture that enforced monogamy that existed. I didn’t understand that if all this infidelity was all right, why was it only acceptable among men? Why was it always described as something that men couldn’t help? From ancient times to the present, yes the 21st century there are plenty of cultures that kill women for being unfaithful.

The subject of faithfulness and fidelity is a pet peeve of mine, so bear with me, I’m about to climb onto my soapbox and I may be a while.

To avoid any confusions, first definitions:
Fi-del-i-ty (noun)
1. Loyality
Loyalty to an allegiance, promise, or vow
2. Sexual faithfulness
Faithfulness to a sexual partner, especially a husband or wife
3. Factual accuracy
Accuracy in reporting facts or details

Faith-ful (adjective)
1. Consistently loyal
Consistently trustworthy and loyal, especially to a person, promise, or duty
2. Not adulterous or promiscuous
Not having sexual relations with somebody other than a spouse or partner
3. Conscientious
Displaying or resulting from a sense of responsibility or devotion to duty

First, let’s be clear about choices. In my little rant here I’m not talking about regular swinging or polyamourous couples. These people have made a certain lifestyle choice. They are living that lifestyle with a mutual understanding. I personally don’t think I could do that, but that isn’t relevant now.
Second, I’m not a member of any church, not Christian, not Jewish, not Muslim, none. I am a pagan spiritualist and a humanist, so the subject has nothing to do with mores and morals that were preached at me.
It does have to do with ethics.

As many of my long time readers know I have a degree in Psychology and studied human sexuality. I currently work in the mental health field. People and animals are not the same and it seems that people that want to rationalize their behavior often make that comparison. That the species needs to be propagated and that man planting as much seed among as many different women as possible most effectively does this. Perhaps true tens of thousands of years ago, but considering we can’t feed, house, educate, or get medicine for a large part of the people in the world now, we really shouldn’t be worrying about propagating the species through sexual reproduction, but rather through proper maintenance.

I have often heard men blame their actions on the women rather than taking responsibility for their actions. If you thought what you were doing was right or at the very least inconsequential then why blame boredom, age, physical fitness or attractiveness, or any other attributes of your female partner as the reason you fucked someone else? Moreover, if it’s done because the relationship has soured or can’t be fixed, then end it.

I am using the man as the cheater here because that’s in the news now, but I know women cheat too. The thing is that the culture of the female cheater is something very different. If I went on about that it would extend my tirade beyond the scope I wanted to stick with here.

Another thing that my long time readers know is my bond with CJ. The saga of how we returned to each other after 17 years of divorce has been told a couple of times throughout this blog. That I was reminded and reconnected with the spiritual loving part of a very special man I connect with. My belief that CJ is my soul mate has been described on more than one occasion here.
And here’s my struggle, every day I have to work at trusting CJ. His infidelity is difficult for me to grasp and understand. That lack of understanding isn’t dependent on whether I was 25 at the time or 47. Age doesn’t bring wisdom in this area for me.
Since the day I was first with CJ (it’ll be 29 years at the end of next month), I never cheated on him. I was with other men when we were separated/divorced and one time I was with his best friend by mutual agreement and he was there.

At times I wonder if I don’t border on nymphomania or at least sexual addiction. I would enjoy a lot more sex; but right now, that’s not meant to be. I would not cheat on CJ for the sake of more orgasms. The idea to me is absurd and ridiculous. I do have cybersex as my form of masturbation. I have told CJ about it, there are no secrets and he’s OK with it, at least that’s what he tells me. If it weren’t I wouldn’t do it.

I have had between 25 and 30 lovers in my lifetime. Of those, there was only one lover I cheated on. That happened when I got back together with CJ. I had been seeing someone I’ll call ‘Jack’ for about two years. I couldn’t stand myself afterwards. I could only keep it to myself for about a month. Then I confessed, gave the key to his apartment back, broke up with him, mercy fucked him, and drove away. I saw him one more time after that so we could talk some things through and that was it. I never saw him again. How do people keep it from their partners for years? Do they even really believe they are hiding it? I think more partners actually know what’s going on than they lead their partners to believe.

The respect I afford CJ the man and CJ the other half of me has not been reciprocated and some people may wonder why I got back together at all with him. I ask myself that question every so often, it may be why I’m so ready to write about the subject here, and the answer is difficult and been wrestled with, believe me. I don’t think I could describe it to my best friend, let alone here. Components of the answer include the divinity of forgiveness, the standards that I hold myself to, a love that is working at being unconditional (my love and understanding of CJ would be another 1400 word essay), the fact that CJ is not my entire life, that certain decisions aren’t mine, and much, much more.

As evidenced by current events I am certainly not the only woman who is still with a man that has cheated on her. There is a loyalty involved, a commitment that I’ve made to both him and myself that means something and that’s why in the present I stand by CJ.
Since none of this has to do with my self-esteem, I can also confidently say that if our relationship or I is blatantly disrespected again I will not “work it out”. I will leave. I will leave knowing I have to maintain my self-respect, self-worth, and sanity. I will leave knowing that I had given it another try and that this just wasn’t the time or place. I will leave happy for the attempt and sad at the failure, again. All of these things are uniquely and specifically human and I haven’t even brought in the emotion of love per se yet.

So when it comes to cheating, don’t feed me animal behavior bullshit. Don’t make yourself the victim, rather than me. Don’t believe everything will be the same again, it can’t be. What does need to be done is that if you can’t be honest with the other person at least be honest with yourself. Know thyself. I think many men settle for being a dog. I think that’s a cop out. It’s tough to be good, to be true, to have character and there’s a reason for it.

We are not animals, so don’t act like one.

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part II)

Been sure to enjoy the first part of my delight here.

Yes, the night was young, but my body already felt as though it would explode before the night was over.
Mark didn’t seem to miss one lick or one tug on the chain attached to my nipples. He tongue was slowly exploring each petal of my inner lips and it felt wonderful. It was feelings like this, being able to experience every move of his tongue and mouth, that made me shave my pussy lips bare. Every once in a while his tongue would dive deeply into my wet hole; he would tug especially hard on the small lassos around my erect nipples. I would scream out from pure pleasure and pull against my restraints. The frustration was driving me crazy and his tongue was bringing me to the brink.
“I’m going to cum babe if you keep that up”, I moaned out.
But I guess that wasn’t in his plan. He stopped the tittie play and lapping at me.
“Oh no Deb, not until I tell you that you can”, he said.
He got up off the bed and instructed me to lie still. He took the nipple chain off and removed the blindfold.

In spite of the fact that I was bound and naked looking at Mark was a comfort.
He looked so handsome, he cock was at attention for, and he was smiling gently at me. I smiled back, letting him know that I was right where I wanted to be. It had been a long time since I was enjoyed by a man this much. It felt so real and good.
But he wasn’t ready to free me yet. I was to be bound to the bed for now. He got on the bed beside me and ran his hands up and down my legs. I wanted to return the favor, to touch him, but if I kept thinking about it, the more frustrated I became.

He positioned himself over my face and lowered his balls onto my lips.
“Suck my balls”, he asked, telling me that he had shaved them just for me.
As he got so close to me, and I could smell his musk, a shiver ran up my back and I arched it a bit. Now it was my turn to pleasure him, as he did me, with my tongue. My first taste of Mark consisted of small concentric circles around his balls, first the right, then the left, and then back again. They were a real treat, smooth, tight, full. They seemed to be made for my mouth. Mark was almost as vocal as me and I like that in a man. Because of this, I was able to tell he was enjoying himself. He moaned and cursed me and it just made me wetter. His cock throbbed against my face and I wanted it, but I knew I couldn’t ask for it. Mark would tell me when I should have it. After teasing him with the licking, I sucked his nuts into my mouth. He moaned loudly, took his thick cock into his hand and began to slap my face with it. “You fucking whore”, he yelled at me as he did. I didn’t care, the feel of his hot stiff flesh against my cheeks made me know exactly what I was, I was his.

I still splayed out, still bound, and now it seems forever his.
With nothing more than a soft moan, he pushed his red swollen mushroom head between my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and he entered me for the first time, through my wet cock-hungry mouth. I licked at him first, closing my eyes and falling into the moment. Then I took him deeper, sucked him more, and listened to his approval: “ooohh, yesss”, he seemed to hiss deeply at me.
He ran his fingers through my hair as he pushed his cock down my throat, testing my claims of being a good sucker. I breathed deeply through my nose and took him all in until my nose hit the small patch of hair above his cock he hadn’t shaved. His balls slapped my chin and as I looked up at him I could see his more rapid breathing and I listened as his moans turned to groans. I moved my head up and down, at least as much as possible considering my situation so he could my fuck my face.
His hot dick easily slid in and out of my mouth as I sucked with each thrust. I could feel him growing inside me each time so I assumed when he pulled out of me with a loud *pop* it was to keep from feeding me that hot jizz of his.
He began to smack me again, this time with a harder, hotter cock that was covered with my own saliva.

When Mark felt that I had enough of his sweet punishment he got of the bed and stood next to me. I turned my head to look at him as he said,
“Now Debbie, now tell me how to free you”.
I was so wet, so hot, so turned on I felt as though I could barely speak. My answer came out quickly, but only as a hoarse whisper,
"Now, Mark... God, please, now!"
"Fuck me... I want to feel your cock in my pussy, I want to feel you cum inside me."

I guess those were the magic words. I saw his cock twitch as I said them. A smile came to his face. He moved to my left ankle and began to remove my restraints.
That would be the only way for us to enter each other.

The Morning Lick - Part II

First catch up with Part I

I saw Brad's arm moving more as he spoke to me. Then he asked me if I wanted to know what his idea was. Of course I did, there was a possibility that this was going to be more interesting than I thought, even if it wasn’t right.

“I want to taste your juicy sweet pussy while I feel your lips wrapped around my cock”, he blurted out. I heard him unzip his pants and saw that his arm was now almost in a full jerking motion.
I told him that the sound of a guy jerking off was a real turn on for me. I have always reveled in the sound of thick flesh being yanked. He smiled and was glad that I was enjoying it.

I moved from the chair to sit on the side of his desk. I wanted to get a look at that meaty play toy I heard him enjoying.
I peered past the edge of the desk and to his lap. He tightly his cock at the base and proudly showed himself off to me.

“Here you go Deb”, he said like a chef presenting his signature dish. It was all so simple really, I just have to give him a Debbie Deluxe, just like he had read about in my blog.
“Swallow my cum and let me nibble that gorgeous clit of yours and your husband could be our newest employee”, he said to me lustfully.

What a mixture of excitement and guilt those words gave me. I had never done anything like this before, but my mind quickly resolved, or should I say rationalized, my actions. I would do what I needed to, but I would picture CJ’s cock in my mouth. I would taste CJ, not Brad. And that would be CJ’s tongue on my hot slit. Brad wouldn’t be able to take those thoughts away from me.

Brad stood up and removed his pants, the tails of his shirt danced around his stiffening cock and tight balls as he leaned over to clear off his desk. He picked me up off the desk and lay me down. Each movement seemed to become more and more urgent as he lifted up skirt and pulled off my panties. He spread my legs apart.

He climbed on top of me and straddled my face. His knees pushed into my cheeks as he commanded me to suck his dick. I was quickly enveloped in the musk of a new man and the warm smooth skin of his cock twitching against my chin and lips.
I felt his warm breath on my damp pussy, then a small nibble at my clit. I opened my mouth to moan and he lowered his cock into it. I sucked Brad’s cockhead into my mouth and began to eat it, but it was all for CJ, it was CJ I was sucking deeper down my throat. I had to be sure to do this well, if Brad didn’t like my technique I was in danger of not only having CJ lose out on a job, but I would have done this with another man all for naught.

I slurped heavily on his thick meat and pushed my tongue against his shaft as I moved it back and forth over his warm tasty cock. To add to the delicious sensation I felt Brads tongue exploring my pussy, he was making it ache and wet and I fucking loved it. I rocked my hips against his face as he easily glided in and out of my mouth. When his cock was deep down my throat he would be sure to push his tongue into my wet tight hole, making me moan on over his throbbing dick.

After a little while he wanted more. He pulled his head out from between my legs and pulled his cock out of my mouth.
“Suck my balls you fucking nasty whore”, he moaned as he lowered his smooth nuts to my lips. I flicked at them with the tip of my tongue first, but it wasn’t enough and Brad became impatient with me saying,
“I said suck them bitch!”
I gently sucked one side of his nut sack inside my mouth and he groaned out right before diving into my bare muff again. I spread my legs wider and slurped across his sack.

He began to finger my asshole as he continued to eat me and I was close to cumming. My body shivered and my fingernails ran across his ass cheeks. My clit felt so swollen I just had to release, my entire body was beginning to quiver.
Brad knew what he was doing to me and he picked up the pace. My orgasm started deep inside me and ran down my gut to soak my pussy and feed Brad my juices. I let his balls fall from my mouth and I moaned out. Oh, it’s always so damn good.

“My turn honey”, he said as he shoved his cock down the length of my throat. I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat as he started to vigorously fuck my face.
I kept up with him, sucking on his manhood with each stroke. It was though he was doing push ups on my face. His moaning became more intense and I knew he was ready to explode. He buried his cock deep in my face and I sucked like never before. I don’t even think I had sucked off CJ so powerfully. It worked and it worked quickly. His flesh shotgun went off in the back of my throat and immediately started to swallow is hot goo.

Once we had both had our fill we got off the desk and straightened ourselves out.
Although I was eager to find out one way or another how I did, Brad played it very cool.
“Your husband should know by the beginning of next week about his job”, he said
I smiled, thanked him, and left the office.
I went home, took a long hot shower, and didn’t say a word to CJ.

As predicted the call came for him to start at the station the following Tuesday.
I think I grinned with a knowing sort of smirk when he told me.
I couldn’t tell him that I did my part to help him get that job

The Morning Lick - Part I

Definition:
lick |lik|
noun
informal a short phrase or solo in jazz or popular music


CJ had been searching for the job of his dreams ever since we moved in together a few years ago. He had been in radio when he lived in Ohio and Arizona and wanted to return to the field.
CJ has the perfect radio voice, it’s deep and sexy and he has a repertoire of different character voices.
I really began feeling bad for him when the more he searched the fewer jobs seemed to be out there.

After about a year of searching an opportunity arose that I had to take advantage of the best way I knew how. I was going through my email one evening when I noticed that my weekly newsletter from the radio station I listen to had some additional information. My classic rock station was in need of a producer for the morning show.
I had a strange contact with someone at the station. A few months ago I had sent in a top 10 list for a contest and had accidentally used my Dirty Debbie email account. A link to the website is in the signature. It created a new fan of the site in the promotions department of the station. We even traded a couple of emails and I had sent a few ‘special’ pictures.

I showed the email to CJ and urged him to apply for the position.
In the mean time, I wrote a letter to my connection. CJ got a call a few days later to come in for an interview. CJ reported the interview went well and the next day they called for a second interview and some demo tapes. I wrote again to my connection, Brad. As part of my email I wrote the following:

...
I care so much for CJ and I know what a hard worker he is. I think he would be an asset to your station. I would do anything to insure he got the job.
Anything!
-dirty debbie ;)

The reply came within hours.

...
I’m sure we can work something out that would be mutually beneficial. I’m sure you’re a listener of our Morning Lick. Join me for the show on Thursday. Be at the station at 7:00am. Identify yourself as Debbie Johnson. They will know to send you right to my office.
Brad

I didn’t tell CJ what I had done. I didn’t even know if my scheme would really work, but I was willing to give it a try.
On Wednesday I told CJ that I had a breakfast meeting with a client and would be leaving early. Thursday morning I got dressed in my usual business casual clothing and headed off to the station. I was only a few minutes early when I pulled into the parking garage. I reported to the front desk and followed Brad’s instructions. I was shown to his office and told he would be with me in a few minutes. For the few moments I was there and alone there was a little voice in my brain that was already saying,
“What the hell are you doing Deb?”
It’s true. I was getting ready to prostitute myself to get a job for the man I loved. Would he understand if he knew?
I was pondering all this when I heard Brad enter the room. I turned around in my chair and immediately surprised, Brad was much younger than I had pictured him, maybe 30 at the most.
I smiled as he greeted me and locked the door. I remained seated as he came up behind me, touched my shoulder, and shook my hand.

“Debbie, it’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve been a fan of the blog ever since my first visit”.
I thanked him and boldly let him know that I wasn’t there for small talk. Brad agrees and asked me to elaborate as I saw his hand move from the desk to his lap.
“Tell me in no uncertain terms why you’re here”.
The explanation was brief, blunt and to the point. I was willing to do just about anything to help insure the employment of my husband at the station. I told him to maybe think about the Dirty Diary and get some ideas from there.
He told me that he watched that video of me blowing CJ and often jerked off wishing it were his cock I was eating.
All I could think was “big surprise, it’s the most often asked for service from whores”.
I agreed, but Brad had one other idea.

Read about Brad's idea next time...

Now It’s Face To Face (Delight Part I)

Don’t forget the previous installment here.
If you want to go the beginning start here.

We got to the room and as the door opened it was as though a door was opening on a brand new world.
I looked up at Mark as I walked into the room. He smile was so inviting and compassionate.
He put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and double locked it.

Now that we were together in the room, I realized that Mark seemed to remember all my sexual preferences, quirks, fetishes, and the level of my kink factor.
To begin with he had gotten the room before we had lunch. This gave him time to set up his own playthings. They were lined up on the desk across from the bed.

As I looked from the bed, to the desk, and back to Mark, he was closer, held me, and kissed me. There it was, the feel of a man’s lips on mine, the feel of his tongue beginning to explore my mouth. The newness and at the same time the familiar made it easy for me to trust him and begin my own exploring.
As I warmed up and seemingly melted into him, he seemed to take over. After so long without the true and real attention of a man I was ready to succumb. I was more than willing to just let him be the aggressor and take me.

Then he seemed to read my mind, and took over. He undid my zipper to take my dress off. He was pleased that I had obeyed his requests, and told me so. I stood there in front of him smiling, wearing black stockings with a lace and satin garter belt. My prettiest bra was a lace maroon one and I was still in my shoes.
He removed my bra deftly and flicked his tongue across my nipples, quickly and just once. I softly moaned.
“I can’t wait to hear more of those moans Deb, it’s so much better than an email”
I assured him that he wouldn’t be disappointed.
"Now, get on the bed" he commanded
Sparks flowed through me when I heard him say that.
I crawled onto the king sized bed with child like abandon.
He came over with bondage bands and tied my wrists and ankles to the bed.
I was enthralled, but didn't say a word.
He looked so good, in his navy suit, crisp white shirt, and matching tie and handkerchief. I could see the bulge that was forming in his crotch.
"I know what you like Debbie", he said standing at the foot of the bed.

It was too true. He pulled his zipper down slowly and loosened his belt. He released his cock and my eyes were able to drink in his manness for the first time.
He was rock hard, thick, and had shaved tight balls that were draped outside his fly. He was just delicious and tempting looking like no other man I’ve been with. He was satisfying one of my favorite fetishes and he knew it. I knew I was just staring, but I couldn’t help it. I was picturing all the wonderful things he would do to me with that fine rod.
He didn’t say a word and just started to slowly stroke himself and smile at me as he watched me squirm against my restraints.
“How are you doing so far Debbie?”, he asked, still stroking.
“I’m good, and getting better by the minute”
“I can tell honey, I can tell”, he said, almost chuckling as he glanced up and down my body.

Mark moved to the side of the bed, undid his tie, and took off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his socks off, but still that hard dick was framed by navy blue trousers.
He kneeled on the bed, he was now close enough for me to smell his musk and I got hotter. This time he did something I didn’t expect, he told me to lift up my head, then blindfolded me with his tie.
I was thrust into a world of darkness, an intensity of sensuousness that made me aware of every square inch of skin on my body, and an excitement that only anticipation brings.
I heard the rustling of more clothing so I assumed that Mark had stripped himself naked. Then it was the feeling of another body on the bed with me. I could feel his breath on my neck right before he kissed my throat, my neck, and ears. He moved softly to my mouth and back down to my neck again. This time he kept going until I could feel licking in the depths of my cleavage. I wanted to hold him, run my hands over his shoulders and through his hair. I automatically pulled against my restraints again. I heard Mark laugh softly as I did so and he told me not to bother.
I relaxed again, enjoying being worshipped in my own dark pleasure trip.
“This doesn’t seem fair, I can’t reciprocate”, I said
“That’s the point”, Mark answered.
He continued with “I’m delighting in you now Deb, you’ll have your chance”.
Then it was the wonderful feeling of my nipples being suckled that caused me to moan out. I was convinced that he had committed all my emails to memory. He remembered all the things I told him I liked. But when I thought about it I knew all his preferences too and I was just bidding my time to make him feel just as good.
The sound of sucking filled the room as Mark hungrily nibbled and suckled on my nipples. He stopped for a moment and I heard rustling again. A cool feeling of metal was the next feeling I had on my tits. Mark then attached nipple clamps. The pressure was adjustable and he told me to tell him when it got too uncomfortable. I let him tighten them, but I could still feel metal across my tits. He began kissing my tits, then worked his way lower, licking and kissing my stomach, navel, and then I felt his breath on my shaved mound.
His next trick was so intense I almost came. He gently parted my inner lips with his tongue and ran down my hot slit and back again to my clit while at the same time he yanked on that metal chain I felt earlier. My hard nipples were pulled on perfectly as I felt his tongue on my swollen clit.My moan was loud this time and I bucked against the ties holding me down.
“Oh god what next?” I moaned out.

“The night is young”, is all Mark would say.

Subject: I Want You (Appreciation II)

It’s been a while since I started this story; so don’t forget the previous installment here.

If you want to go the beginning start here.

This time it took a little longer to hear back from Mark. I figured I blew it, made things too real too fast. I consoled myself by knowing that at least I wasn’t fooling myself. I’ve known for most of my adult life that I get in trouble by wearing my heart on my sleeve, but at least I'm honest, right?
It’s just that I’m living a lie in regards to my home life. I still hadn’t confronted James about the news I got from our nosey neighbor.

Then on one particularly gray non-descript kind of day I opened my Apple Mail to an email from Mark. It had been over a week, but I was still glad to see it. I was almost afraid to read it. I settled in at the kitchen table with my coffee and proceeded to read the thoughts from a like mind. Mark apologized for not getting back to me sooner, but he needed to think. He needed to think about all the consequences of sleeping with a married woman.
He described the same sort of sleepless nights that I had, trying to figure things out. It was different for him, he wasn’t attached. I would have never even entertained the idea if I didn’t know for sure James had cheated on me.

In the end he did exactly what I needed him to do. Mark gave me a time and date along with a place to meet him. I was familiar with the restaurant he mentioned; it was part of the downtown Hyatt Regency hotel. He asked for an RSVP as soon as possible.
The last part of his email told me what he wanted, and I was more than ready to comply. He told me what he wanted me to wear. I didn’t mind because all his wishes were sexy to me. He wanted me only to wear a garter and stockings, no panties and, as he put it, my prettiest bra. He wanted a simple dress, black if I had one. Light on the make up and perfume. Finally a set of high heels.

Mark also let me know that he expected me to be a very willing participant. He wanted full pleasure from me and wanted to fully pleasure me.
He expected me not to get myself off until he saw me. And insisted that I promise I wouldn’t. He wanted me to bring one toy I played with when I thought of him or cybered with him.
I didn’t need to think anything over this time. I replied telling him that I would be ready in two days with everything he wanted. I made the requested promise of not letting any of my toys touch my pussy until I saw him.

It was a mere 48 hours until I met Mark, until I could feel appreciated as a woman again, but the time crawled by, it was excruciating.
Finally the day arrived, I was meeting Mark at 1:00pm downtown. I kicked around in my pajamas after James left. I didn’t even kiss him goodbye. Then I showered, trimmed my pussy, and put on one of favorite light fragrances, aptly named Wonderful. The only makeup I applied was a little eye shadow, mascara, and lip-gloss. I slipped easily into my stockings, bra, and dropped my black dress over me. Simplicity if often a statement of elegance so I chose a pair of drop pearl earrings and a silver chain necklace for my jewelry.
Finally, I grabbed a purse, slipped the one toy I was requested to bring, and put on my shoes.
I got to the restaurant about ten minutes early. I looked at the sparsely populated bar to see if Mark was there yet. It was early in the day, but I wanted a drink badly. Then a handsome man in a navy suit got up and approached me.
“Debbie?”, he said warmly.
“Yes”, I answered, probably sounding sheepish.

He put his hand behind my back and led me to the bar. I ordered a Cosmo and we talked. Things quickly became familiar. True the vodka relaxed me, but I did need it a little bit. We moved to a table and enjoyed a light lunch, we keep the conversation just as light, not fooling ourselves about what was going to be for dessert and why we were here. That was fine with me. We finished off with some coffee, and before I had finished my cup Mark pulled a key from his pocket, showed it to me, and said,
“It’s time honey, I need you”
I nodded, we stood, paid the bill, and headed to our room, I felt butterflies flying between my guts and my already dampening pussy.

There was no more waiting…it had begun. I was married and going to a hotel room in the middle of the afternoon with a man I met on the internet. That was the last time I thought of James.

Does This Describe You? (Appreciation I)

Be sure to read Part II first

When James came home that evening I again had to push some of the realities of my life into the dark corners of my heart. I was lying by omission and I had my own secret, the more I thought about it the more I thought I should tell James or leave.
I did neither and held onto my life.

Over the next couple of months James seemed to loose more and more interest in me. Things were merely cordial sometimes, as though we were nothing but friendly roommates. I think it was because of this that my correspondence with Mark became more frequent. He had written me, describing himself in many of the same ways I did. He sent along a picture as promised. He was obviously on vacation at the beach, in a Panama hat, Hawaiian shirt, and a big inviting grin on his face.

Each of his emails would make me more and more curious. After about a month we agreed to start chatting online. We were able to learn more about each other, ask questions, speak of daily events, and tease each other. I felt at ease and I believe that he did too. It never went any further than that. Although he asked, I wouldn’t even speak to him on the phone.

Then something happened that exacerbated the whole situation. I heard news from a neighbor. He told me that he had seen James with another woman, someone that he didn’t recognize in a local restaurant. From what he told me, these were on days that James had told me that he was at work or out of town.
I remained unshaken and stoic. I did not confront James, it wasn’t time yet.

At least I had a friend that I could share my feelings with. I wrote to Mark immediately. In the email I enclosed my first pictures of myself in more alluring poses. One was of me in a satin nightshirt, unbuttoned; it showed off my hard nipples and trimmed pussy quite nicely. The other was a picture of me on all fours on my bed, wearing only my black thigh high stockings. I was bold in what I told Mark I wanted in returned. I wanted to know that I still made a man hard, even want me. I explained what I had learned about James and I was at the point where I almost didn’t care anymore. It was the fact he would make a fool out of me that was bothering me the most.

Mark’s reply was sympathetic and calming. He assured me, and told me to remain calm and not do anything in anger. Then he told more of the things I really needed to hear. He told me how much both his mind and his cock delighted in the pictures I had sent. He spoke of his cock twitching for me, wanting me. He continued by telling me in detail the things he would do to my body to make me beg for him inside me. Just the descriptions of the different kisses had my entire body in heat. Passionate kisses on my mouth and lips, lighter kisses on my ears, nibbling kisses on my neck, suckling kisses on my tits, almost airy kisses on my stomach and arms, quick kisses on my thighs, and of course, the special gentle kisses used to explore my pussy.
Just the descriptions of his kisses made me want to spread myself naked on my bed for him and allow him anything he wanted. I would give him anything he needed. I told him so in my reply.
I finished off on a philosophical, rather than carnal note:

I'm tired of denials.
I'm tired of mind games I'm playing with myself.

I’m tired of starting sentences with 'forgive
 me'...all of that is
 bullshit

I'm not telling you many things you don't already know, now am I?

I know what I wanted to do next, but I wanted to be sure, I wanted to hear the same from Mark. This time I waited, patient as always.

Does This Describe You? (Reply II)

Don't forget to check out Part I first

James returned from his uneventful business trip the next evening. Everything was seemingly the same. There was no way that he could tell I was experiencing a moral dilemma. The fight with my demons was kept well hidden, deep inside me.
Every chance I could, usually once in the morning and once at night, I was searching for a reply. I didn’t know if his reply would be public, on the bulletin board, I had hoped not, or private, in my own inbox.
Both remained vacant. After a couple of days I figured that it was karma. I was being shown that the whole thing was a bad idea and I started to check less often.

I was having my coffee on a sunny day as I perused my inbox when I saw something that sent shivers down my back, not to mention other places:

AdamsMark01 Intrigued

Dear Debbie

Of the few replies I received to my ad, yours seemed to be the most real, the most human, and I was intrigued.
I respect that you don’t want to cheat on your husband, but are free enough to perhaps chat and trade some pictures.
I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. What do you think of the idea of trading regular pictures (nothing in the nude) and you tell me more about yourself like what kind of things please you in bed. What newness and attention do you need?
I truly look forward to hearing from you.
Enjoy your day
Mark

Once I finished reading the email, and rereading it, I slammed down the lid off my laptop. I sat at my sunny breakfast table in shock. He actually chose to write back to me! My mind was racing with what I would write in my reply. I took a deep breath, got another cup of coffee, and opened the lid of my laptop. I chose a recent picture of myself in a little black dress. I then proceeded to write a long reply. Something in me just let loose, it’s as though I had to let someone know about my fetishes, my fantasies, and my needs. First, I told him of my philosophy regarding adult consensual sex. I explained the natural view I have about sex, that it invigorates me and makes me feel younger. The passion and attention that I show my lover and at the same time expect.

I moved on to my special fetishes, my preferences, some of the things I really enjoy in my favorite playground, my bed. The feel of natural fibers against my skin, silk to leather. That I like to collect nice lingerie and panties. I was proud of that collection and enjoyed showing it off. I liked a man who took his time and as we explored and worship every part of each other’s bodies. I felt as though I should move onto my fondness of kinkier things like bondage and discipline, my ability to get submissive, and role-play as a start. Other little things I included were the way talking dirty turned me on, my toy drawer and its contents, that I was bi-curious, and longed to write erotica. I finished up with the fact that just writing the reply had me turned on and I was going to get my waterproof rabbit vibrator and jerk off in the shower.
I let Mark know that I was anxious to hear back from him and hit the Send button.

I stripped, got my rabbit out of my toy drawer, and got into the shower. The little rabbit ears tickled my clit perfectly as I pumped my pussy on the purple life like shaft. I came easily and exploded, again moaning in an empty house.

Again, I was waiting, but this time I knew an adventure was on it’s way.

Does This Describe You? (Reply I)

Are you Married and Not Getting What you Deserve? - m4w - 38 Hi, does your husband not appreciate all that you do for him? Does he not tell you how beautiful you are every morning? Does he just roll over when you want to have some sexy fun? Does he not listen when you want to tell him about your hopes and dreams? And, most importantly, is he not a giving lover who knows how to please you?

I know some women out there must fit that description. I'm a 38 year old professional, educated, attractive (5'9", in shape), black hair, hazel eyed guy who is happily married but who misses that exciting feeling of being with someone new. You know, the first time someone new leans forward for a kiss. The first time that person goes down on you, and vice versa. And the hot kinky fun that can be had of being with someone when the main purpose is sexual fulfillment.

If you know what I'm talking about, then you definitely should write. I will gladly trade pics and we can see what happens. Talk to you (those of you who are looking for adventure :) ) soon.

I was living in a small town when I first read this on a personal bulletin board on the Internet. Whoever wrote these few paragraphs was good. He had my attention at the first line and each sentence drew me in further.
I was so ashamed. Could I actually be thinking about cheating on my husband?
I loved my husband very much. Over the past 20 something years we had what I would consider a typical marriage, not boring, we had interesting lives on our own and a wonderful shared life.
There was just one problem. The problem was described in the personal posting with one sentence: Does he just roll over when you want to have some sexy fun?
I liked sexy fun. My husband, James, used to like it, but lately hasn’t been very attentive in that department. The children were out of the house now, we were empty nesters and I had pictured a revival of our sex life, but it didn’t happen.
I had even started to entertain the idea that he was cheating on me. I hoped it wasn’t true, but I was running out of reasons. Occasionally he would try to assure me, or we would fight about it, but nothing ever seemed resolved. Nothing ever changed. I know that being a couple is more than having sex. I do know that being a couple does and should involve intimacy, the bringing together and sharing of two lives. I just wasn’t feeling it. I wasn’t feeling wanted in that special way.
I kept rereading the post a few times over the course of a week.
Cheating was wrong. Getting fucked, feeling good wasn’t worth what I’d lose.
I forgot about it and didn’t do anything.
The following week I was again alone, James was on an overnight business trip, and I was looking over the bulletin board again. And again, that mystery writer appeared. I assumed he hadn’t gotten an answer yet.
This time it was a different sentence that I kept rereading: If you know what I'm talking about, then you definitely should write. I will gladly trade pics and we can see what happens.
I thought, “That’s not physically cheating”. It was then I started on a roller coaster ride I had never expected.
I replied to his email address with the following:

Dear Sir:

I don’t fit all of the things you describe, but enough of them that I was moved to reply.
I don’t remember the last time I was told I was sexy and beautiful. He does more than just roll over; he falls asleep without a word. I know he has the ability to be a giving lover and please, I just haven’t seen that side of him in a couple of years.
I don’t want to cheat on him, but I would like to trade pics with you and have someone who will understand.
I’m not a lunatic. I’m not bringing any baggage along.
Let me know if your interested and I’ll send some pictures.

===debbie

After that, I walked away from the computer and went to the living room. I relaxed down on the couch and sort of meditated on what I just did. The more I thought, the hornier I got. James was gone so let my hand wander under my light cotton bikini briefs and to my needy pussy. I thought of my mystery man showing me a world sexual adventure. A man that would pleasure me in a dozen ways. My first two fingers spread my pussy lips and I began to rub my clit. I softly moaned as thoughts of my wet pussy being eaten by this man, thoughts of his mouth exploring my entire body, my ears, neck, breasts, nipples, elbows, knees, thighs, toes, and back again. I got wetter and slipped two fingers into my pussy as my thumb stayed on my clit. I thought of this man showing me his thick throbbing cock. I slowly fucked my own fingers as in my mind he begged me to taste him. I was so relaxed; this was a good jerking off session. Then I imagined he teased me with his cock at the entrance of my aching pussy. I played with my pussy deftly as I thought of being fucked like a whore by this person and soaked my fingers as I grunted and moaned out in an empty room.
The reality was that the only feeling of skin against skin was my own.

For now, I just have to wait and see what happens.

The Breakup

This is basically a story about what a conniving bitch I can be, but try not to hold it against me.
I had a very steady and what I thought was committed relationship for two years. It had reached the point where I was spending a few nights a week overnight at his place. We had a mutual understanding that we didn’t want to get married or live together just yet. We celebrated our two-year anniversary in the spring of 1990. Not long afterwards, things seemed to go downhill. Having never ‘dumped’ a man in my dating career, I knew the signs. The dumpees get to know them, especially the females.
It was though our shared life was starting to become more separate.
Richard and I had a fabulous sex life and it was starting to go cold too. I tried to ignore it and think about the love on a higher level, beyond the physical. Nevertheless, I missed the intimacy, the sharing. I wasn’t spending as much time at his place anymore.
I stayed quiet, threw myself into my work, and let time pass by. I figured I would eventually get an explanation, and hoped it wasn’t as bad as I feared.

A few months after our anniversary I was cleaning up around Richard’s place on one of my days off from work. I enjoyed doing it since I was there, even if it was only a day or two a week now. While straightening up the magazine rack, I came across notes. The notes were from another woman, they were more than romantic, they were downright sexy! It was strange but it all turned me on, especially after I had come to terms with the fact that I was going to drop Richard like the proverbial hot potato he was. At the same time I was hurting, so the wheels in the mind of a bitch started to turn.

I hid my feelings from Richard and things were going along as always. Our times together had lessened so that made it easier. I had found out from the notes when their next planned meeting was and I planned to be there. I was sure to be at Richard’s the night before his date. We had a nice dinner, watched a couple of movies and went to bed. Needless to say, he didn’t make love to me, but this time I wanted it that way. He left for work early the next morning and I took my time getting ready. I decided to wear one of my typical navy work suits, but I wore my favorite lace bra and no panties under my crotchless pantyhose.
I left, but I wasn’t going to work. I went to a diner down the road, had breakfast, and read the newspaper. I can’t tell you how I was on edge on the inside and so calm and cool on the outside. After about an hour or so I returned to Richard’s place, he car was now back in the driveway.

I let myself in, quietly, through the back door. I walked through the kitchen and into the living in my stocking feet, having left my shoes at the doorstep. The living room was scattered with clothing and I could hear movement upstairs in the master bedroom. A twinge of pleasure shot to my pussy, while at the same time pain went to my brain. The animal in me won out and I snuck upstairs.
I hid in the alcove outside the room in the hallway where we had planned to put a bookcase. I could see the two of them partially through the door and partially in a mirror on the wall. The site of Richard’s thick cock already partially hard for the strange woman in our bed sent a sensation of electric pleasure to my pussy. She was giggling and taking off her bra and panties. He was very different with her, much more demanding. He was in total control and that added to the entire erotic scene.

He stood and the foot of the bed and told the woman to face him on all fours. She did it quickly, obviously used to his technique. He started to smack her face with his hardening cock. I thought, “He’d never done that to me, it looks very sexy”. My hand moved under my skirt and I rubbed my pussy as I kept watching.
It had been weeks since he had given that fine cock to me and I wanted it too.
He kept up the face spanking and told her to lick his balls. She tried but couldn’t because of his movements, he become inpatient with her and chastised her. He stopped and pulled up on his cock, resting his balls in her mouth. She lapped at them hungrily and I could feel my nipples hardening against my cotton blouse. I pulled my blouse from the waist of my skirt in an attempt to cool off. It was no help; I knew the only thing that would help was that handsome cock I was witnessing now.

As she licked his balls he said to her, “Now you know what Daddy wants”. She said she was ready to give him what he wanted and he got onto the bed. This time it was his turn to be on all fours. She got behind him, massaged his ass cheeks, and then pulled them apart, showing off his puckered asshole. She dutifully leaned in and began to tongue his asshole. Richard moaned out and I was shocked, he had never even hinted he was interested in any type of assplay.
She continued eating at his ass, pushing her tongue into him and fucking his tight hole with her tongue. She obviously knew exactly what to do, as she deftly moved her hand to his hard dick and began to stroke it. Again another moan from Richard as he grunted, “That’s it little girl, stroke Daddy just like he likes”

The whole site was becoming surreal, I had no idea, what had happened that he didn’t share this me? I was always willing to try new things in bed.
As a finger slipped into my dampening pussy, I wondered how long I would be able to hold back and not go into the room.
“Now give that tongue to my cock little girl”, he barked at her.
I thought of the taste of Richard’s cock, it was the best I had ever tasted; he made sucking cock easy. I could lick, suck, and nibble on it all night.
This woman didn’t seem to want to take him inside her mouth. I felt that it was odd considering she had just rimmed him. She seemed to be fumbling, and obviously wasn’t comfortable with the whole idea, especially since Richard was becoming more inpatient and more demanding.
I couldn’t stand it; it was painful to watch her ineptitude. I marched into the bedroom. She saw me first, and gasped, in fact she almost screamed. Then Richard turned around and saw me.
The look on his face was priceless, and I saw his cock twitch, was it my imagination that it was stiffening even more?

“My god bitch, it’s bad enough you’re screwing around with my guy, but you can't even blow him right!”, I yelled at her.
Turning to Richard I just said, “Maybe you deserve a useless whore”
I moved in and sucked half his cock into my mouth at once, no teasing; I wanted to remind him what my mouth was like. He moaned out as good old “what’s her name” sat at the foot of the bed and watched, hopefully learning. I drooled on his cock as I massaged his balls and sucked him into my mouth. My pure lustful instincts took over. A hot cock was filling up my mouth and that was good enough for me at the moment.
After tasting him again with my tongue he began to push deeper into my mouth and began to fuck my face. I took him all down; sucking hard, in fact the sides of my mouth hit his shaft. His moans were turning into grunts, it goes without saying, he was enjoying himself. We won’t even get into the fact that two women were in his bed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and I knew what that meant. He wanted pussy; my mouth wasn’t going to be enough anymore. We didn’t even speak to one another. He rolled me onto my stomach and I got on my hands and knees. He moved behind me, ignoring his other woman, and threw my skirt up and onto my back. His hand moved to my wet pussy and he played with it in that special way that turned me on even more. The way he spread my lips and encircled my clit got me moaning. He heightened the sensation by exchanging his hand for his cockhead. It was hot, smooth, and stiff as it ran up and down my slit that was gaping from his fingering and it was begging for a good cock stuffing.
“Go ahead Richard, fuck it”, I moaned to him.
“Show your whore how it’s really done”, I said as turned around at look her right in the eye.
He mounted me from behind, grabbing onto my hips as he buried his cock into my steaming snatch. I just wanted to fuck the hell out of him; I moaned out and pushed back against his cock until I felt his balls slap against my pouting pussy lips.
He didn’t move at first, but I wasn’t going to beg this time. I just squeezed to walls of my tight cunt against his shaft. He picked up his pace and I could tell that he was thinking the same I was, let’s just fuck the hell out of each other.
He grabbed my hair and drove his cock deeper inside, grunting as he easily slid in and out of my soaking pussy.
The grunts were mixed with my moans and we were getting close. I turned to look behind, glared and the bitch at the foot of his bed and cupped his balls in my hands. He let go and exploded inside me just as I reached my peak and waves of orgasm rolled over me.

I pulled away from him, for the last time.
My good-bye consisted of only saying to woman in shock on the bed, “He’s all yours now”.
I walked down the hall to the bathroom and took my toothbrush.
I adjusted my clothing, walked out the door, and went on with my life.