So.......

Mmmmm....this guy was so hot!  Totally was into him!  

Just kidding!  Me and my brother back in 1990.

.....have you all given up on me?  LOL

Seems like on a bit of a treadmill.  I ignore the blog, come back, make an entry, and promise to be more diligent in the future.  Then I disappear again.

And I could do that again.  But money talks and bullshit walks, right?  So I'm not saying shit about making new entries.  I'll have to actually do them.

So for now, hey, at least this is an entry.  Sure, it's started out as an entry that talks about how there haven't been many entries, but it's still an entry.  And there's still time to put something of substance here!

Yay for the entry!

Ahem.

Last month, Jilly called up just to chat.  After hubby made the "I'm not fucking home," gesture at me, he went into his office.  Jilly loves him and likes to talk to him.  He likes her, but DOESN'T like talking to her.  She drives him nuts.

Anyway, she was all dorked up about a party she and her husband had gone to the previous night.  Apparently a girl was flirting with him.  And if that wasn't bad enough, he--HORRORS--seemed to enjoy it!

Sheesh.  Jilly has a gazillion great qualities.  And being a human being, she has a lot of not-so-great qualities.  And sometimes she can be a bit...er....."possessive".  Trust me, I know this first hand.

But one of her great qualities is that she never flies off the handle.  And she knows when she's being a bit too jealous.  So she didn't even talk to her hubby about it.  He didn't do anything wrong.  She vented to me and was over it.

Speaking of Jilly, I never gave you the whole story on her.  As in, uh, I kinda-sorta cheated on her a few times.  My write-up on her was over-the-top sappy, but I really did love her.  And one of my not-so-great qualities back then was not being faithful.  I "only" cheated with guys.  So I was able to rationalize that since I hadn't slept with other girls, what was the harm?

I am what I am.  I've never grasped the connection between fidelity and commitment.  I think that's a "me" thing.  Actually, I'm sure that's a Lexie-thing.

Anyway, when we were about six months into our relationship, I asked her if she'd be open to a threesome with a guy.  She looked at me like I had asked her if we could go out and shoot children and stomp on puppies.

Fidelity, thy name is Jilly.

Anyway, she never found out.  And I really learned something about myself when I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about my fun on the side.  I'm going to change my write-up on her to reflect and make it more accurate about all of this.

Something else I've kinda not been too forward about is my pre-Jilly sex life.  Yeah, I had one.  I made some boys happy.  Hey, a few entries ago, I said there's still some stuff I hadn't told you that would surprise you.  LOL

Jobs.....I get job offerssssssssssssssssssss..............

Which is weird, considering the current economic climate.

Actually, "offers" is not really the right word.  "Inquiries" is.  Get calls from recruiters seeing if I'm available for such and such a job.  I don't really get so far as to actual companies, but some of the jobs were located in different areas.  Philly, NYC (I'd love it, but hubby would tell me to find a good divorce lawyer!), Raleigh, Miami, and home near Los Angeles.

I don't pursue any of those.  I LOVE (well, my ego does) being asked, though.

There IS one that's really intriguing.  It didn't come from a recruiter, though.  A former colleague called last week and  was pimping a job at his company.  There'd be some travel (not much more than I'm doing now).

It's basically a training coordinator position.  I'd, well, coordinate all of the training programs for field offices in the eastern region.  Each office has its own trainer and these trainers would report to me.  I'd be required to fly into each office every two weeks or so.  Some program design would be done in conjunction with the field trainers.

What makes this really tempting is that no move would be required.  I'd work out of my home office and hit the regional headquarters (Boston) two to three times a month.

It would also bring in more money.

Anyhoo, he told to take a week or so to mull it over.  There's no rush (the person who currently holds the job is retiring, but told the company to take its time, within reason of course).

Doubt I'll take it, though.  Yeah, it's tempting.  But it's also tempting to continue to work on different project for Brenda and taking in freelance work on the side.  I've really grown to like the flexibility my current situation affords me.

So...what else......what else.......

Miss Bev is still coming around.  Man!  This summer was GREAT!  Her kids were visiting their grandparents down in Valdosta again and she'd make it over two to three times a week.  We adore this woman.  LOL  Threesomes and more threesomes!

Now the kiddies are back and to complicate matters a bit more, she just got promoted to assistant manager (she works at a convenience store).  More money and she totally deserves it.  But it also will require more hours (she was working 25 to 30 a week).  It's good for her and her family.  The money will definitely come in handy.  So her visits have dwindled down to once every two weeks or so.

Hubby and I are just grateful for the time we do get with her.

Nick's doing well.  We've been able to get together for some bumping and grinding lately.  And I've also been getting together with Jerry when in the Big Apple.  It's nice having a husband, two boyfriends, and countless girlfriends!  Promiscuity rocks!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......speaking of girlfriends.............

Got me a new one!

The beginning of August, I was on-line when I ran into Steve an old, uh, "friend"..  He lives in Seattle and we had a one-time thing several years ago.  After our fun, he met a girl and got married.  End of sex fun, beginning of platonic fun.  We've kept in touch over the past several years.

Steve is--and always has been--a genuine class act.  He's in his fifties and is a real gentleman.  And I have to add that his oral skills are a-mayyyyy-zing.

So I ran into him and we were chatting.  He asked whereabouts Alpharetta was and then asked "Are you near Norcross?"  I said, yeah, it was pretty close. 

He mentioned that an ex-girlfriend of his lived there and that he was still in touch with her.  Then he mentioned that she had told him that she was interesting in being with another woman.  She's married, and her husband was cool with her exploring this.. 

Yeah boyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Then he sent me her pic.  Oh yeah.  I was interested.  So I sent him an updated pic and he said he'd email it her and give her my addy.  We chatted for a bit and then he headed off to bed (hopefully to give his wife some action). 

She emailed me the next day and I emailed back.  She was very interested.  Finally, we started chatting on IM and really hit if off.  She was 29, married, and didn't have any kids.

We chatted for about an hour when I finally told her that she needed to know something about me (gee, ya think?).  So I sent her a link to my blog and told her to look it over.  I told her that it was pretty wild and all that.  I knew I was taking a chance in scaring her off, but better now than later.

I didn't  hear from her for about fifteen minutes.  I figured, hey, oh well.  But she finally IM'd back and said, "Wow.  I gotta go through your blog some more, but it's pretty cool.  I don't have the guts to do all that you and hubby do, but it sounds like fun.  Steve told me that you were pretty, uh, you know, experienced."

That was certainly an understatement.

I have to admit, I was relieved.  She headed off to bed and we chatted some more the next day.  Over the next week or so, we chatted about everything.  She had a ton of questions and I was happy to answer them.  She was apprehensive about taking that next step, and I didn't want to pressure her.  We also chatted on the phone several times. We agreed to meet for lunch the following day.

We met at the Northpointe Mall for some S'Barro's.  I arrived early and was actually somewhat anxious.  I really wanted this woman.  She was pretty and really sweet.  Finally, I heard "Alex?"  I stood  up and we hugged and walked over to S'Barro's.

It went great.  We talked about quite a few things and I stressed that I wouldn't push her for an answer.  And i told her that even if she didn't want to go through with it, I'd like to just be friends. 

You just can't push somebody.  If you do, you might get them into bed, but they won't be as comfortable as they could be and everyone enjoys themselves less.  I didn't want to fuck her and have her regret it.  Been there, done that.  Definitely not a good thing.

That night she called and we talked and she wanted to go through with it.  Sherrill came over around noon, which made for a pretty funny scene.  Janine had come over to see hubby, so Sherrill came in and I introduced her to hubby and Janine.  Then I took Sherrill to one room and hubby took Janine into another.

LOL It's like, "Have fun, honey!"  "You too, sweetie!"

Hey, we dig sex.  We dig sex a lot!

Anyway, a couple of hours later, I had converted a bi-curious woman into a bisexual woman.  What can I say?  I'm good.  I'm really good!  Oh man, I gotta tell you though:  for a first-timer, she was terrific.

This could really get more involved as well.  Sherrill's hubby is a real cutie.  And Sherrill might be interested in seeing about a swap.  Hubby's hot for Sherrill and I'm hot for Sherrill's hubby.....and Sherrill likes my hubby.....maybe her hubby would like me.

We'll see.  I'm not going to push it.  I didn't rush things with Bev, and I'm not going to rush things with Sherrill.  We've seen each other several times since then and she's become more and more comfortable every time we've met.  It's important that we establish a firm base for our relationship before we open things up to the men.

But Sherrill baby?  I wanna suck your man's cock!  I wanna watch my hubby fuck you!  LOL

Yeah, I'm bad.

Happy Birthday, Pete!

Paul & Brian & Karen

Karen was just what the doctor ordered.

So who's Karen? And Paul and Brian, for that matter?

Well, these are the major players in my first one-night stand. From the time I broke up with Jilly until I met my husband, I was extremely promiscuous. Actually, I was promiscous before Jilly and remain so to this day. I know that you already knew that, but there's a lot of stuff I haven't gone into yet (like my pre-Jilly adventures). Yeah, I've made mention of a few things, but not all. And I'm sure a few things will surprise you.



All in good time. :)


Anyway, that first one-night stand really started my post-jilly sexual "career", for lack of a better word.

A couple of weekends after Jilly moved away in August,1989, I was really down. And I just wanted to be with a girl. That or just get fucking drunk. And my aunt and uncle probably weren't going to tolerate me pounding down beers in my room all night.

I wasn't ready for a guy at that time. I was 18 and had been with Jilly for a year and a half. I really wanted to stay as close to my comfort zone as I could. I wanted to be comforted and held and loved, even if it was only for one night. It wasn't so much about the sex as it was about being close to someone.

So I grabbed my fake ID (how ironic it was that Jilly had it gotten for me while we were together) and told my aunt and uncle that I was spending the night over at Wendy's (a straight, platonic friend) and headed down to Robbie's, a local gay bar.

Wendy was a great friend. And I knew I could count on her for a ride home if I was too drunk to drive.

As it was, I wouldn't need her. Or a cab.

So I got to Robbie's and after the bouncer gave me a bit of a "I know that you're not really 21, but fuck it, go on in" look, I went in and grabbed a stool.

I sat down and started nursing a Bud Light. I was a total lightweight with alcohol. I just didn't/couldn't drink that much. If I had too much too fast, I would be calling Ralph on the porcelain phone. The only thing I could really hit hard was wine coolers. Those I could get a little drunk on. Er, a lot drunk.

But wine coolers just weren't the right things to drink in the mood I was in. A wine cooler is a laid-back, relaxing social drink. No, when you're sad, you need some fucking beer, whiskey, etc....

A wine cooler is just not the drink to feel depressed and sorry for yourself with. I mean, how do you curse your luck when swigging a strawberry wine cooler? I'd also add that I can drink margaritas as well, but they're sort of like wine coolers taste-wise. With a lot of ice and salt.

So we've established that I prefer wine coolers and margaritas. I bet you're relieved to know that, huh?

So it was beer. And call me weird, but I really don't enjoy barfing, so I was nursing it.

The place was full of guys. I like gay guys. They're always nice and several came up just to say hi and see if I was okay (I really must have had a hangdog look on my face).

One guy came over with his boyfriend.

"Now what's a pretty little thing like you so sad about?"

That made me giggle. AND I just met the two guys who would introduce me to my hubby a few years later. How cool is that?

They sat down and we chatted for about an hour and they made me laugh and feel a lot better. They told me about their heartbreaks and disappointments and all of a sudden, I felt a little less alone and a lot less like a failure.

Their names were (and still are, come to think of it) Paul and Brian. They were celebrating their one-year anniversary with a few drinks and dances. And each one insisted that I dance with them.

So I did as ordered. Great dancers.

And another hour passed. I felt so bad. Here these two great guys were trying to celebrate their anniversary at the place they originally met, and they were counseling a psychotic bi blond. I told them to go celebrate and not to waste their time on me.

Of course, secretly, I was hoping and praying they wouldn't listen. And they didn't. LOL

The night flew. On a purely selfish level, I loved having two engaging, gorgeous, well-manned guys paying attention to me. Them being gay didn't matter. It was extremely flattering and much-needed.

And they also snapped me--somewhat--out of the Jilly Blues. Paul reassured me that I'd find the person I was supposed to be with. When I replied that I thought I already had and lost her, Brian said, "If that was the case, she wouldn't have gone, or you would've gone with her. You two knew something was wrong but couldn't admit it or were afraid to hurt the other by admitting it."

Okay, that last quote was paraphrased, but you get the gist.

He was right, of course. I didn't act--nor did Jilly--when the time came to put up or shut up about staying together. And I'm glad he called me on it. It made me look hard at what I had been denying--I really didn't want us to stay together, and neither did Jilly.

And forced to look at it from an outsider's perspective, man I really looked like I was pulling the victim card.

They had to split around eleven. Paul owned his own business and Brian was a radiologist at a local hospital and had to be at work the following day around noon. So they hugged me and kissed me and gave me their number in case I ever needed to talk. And they also insisted on my number.

And with a gentle warning to not stay late and to be careful, they left.

I ran to the little lesbian's room and straightened myself up. I had downed about four beers that night. Safe to say, I was legal to drive home. I could just tell my aunt and uncle that I wasn't feeling well and wanted to come home from Wendy's.

I went back to my seat and took the last gulp of beer. I gave a big smile to the bartender and told him to have a great night. And I was relieved in a way. Jilly and I had been monogamous during our time together, and she had been my first.

So I was a tad apprehensive about the whole picking up a girl and having cheap, tawdry, sex with her. Of course, I managed to overcame that pretty easily and quickly in my post-Jilly life. But I wasn't at that point that night.

I turned to leave when I heard a girl say, "Leaving so soon? Without giving me a chance to chat?"

Sorry sister. Thanks to two guys, I not only didn't need to get drunk, I didn't need to get a girl into bed either. I turned and looked at this absolutely gorgeous girl.

Uh, check that whole not needing to get a girl into bed thing. Remember, it's always important to be flexible and have the ability to adapt to different situations.

Ahem.

So I decided to be all cool and shit and act like I knew what the fuck I was doing.

"Oh? You think you have a shot with me?" I smirked (I was trying not to laugh as I said that).

She burst out laughing. "Hilarious! What's your name, beautiful?"

"Alex," I replied.
"Karen. Buy you a drink?"

We sat down and chatted. She was down from UC Berkley, visiting with family and friends and was due to drive back the next day. She thought that since her parents were out and she had the house to herself for the night, that she'd try and find some company.

You know me. Always happy to oblige.

We chatted and flirted for about half an hour, and then Karen smiled and said, "Wanna come home with me?" I told her yes, that I'd love to. And she leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues pushed against the other and then she gently stroked my face.

Her parents lived in Claremont, which was a happy coincidence. So I knew exactly where her street was. We went into the parking lot, holding hands, and then we kissed again. This time, our hands were playing a little grab-ass with each other. I was so turned on.


We got back to Karen's place and drank some beers and made out. We were both pretty drunk after awhile. Finally, Karen got up and extended her hand and we went into her bedroom.


And I wish I had a better recollection of what happened that night. I do remember a few things. I remember us stripping down and Karen sucking breasts and fingering me as we stood by the foot of her bed. I remember I came fast, and I came hard.


And I remember laying down on my back while she straddled my face and we ate each other out.


We pretty much went at it for several hours. Fingering, kissing, going down on each other, tribbing, dildos, all that. Karen even used a strap-on on me. That was the first time I had that done to me and I came so hard, I thought I'd pass out.


I do remember one weird thing. Well, kinda weird.


It was around 2:30, I think. Maybe. Anyway, at one point, Karen was spread out on her bed and I was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy. Anyway, Karen's sliding closet doors were comprised of two full-length mirrors.


The whole time we were fucking, Karen kept urging me to let loose, to just let myself go and enjoy her without hesitation. To fuck her like there was no tomorrow. Basically, she just wanted me to "be a fucking animal, baby."


So there I was, sliding my fingers in and out of her. She was yelling and crying out and begging me to make her cum again. And I was going faster and harder and loving it. And I looked at my reflection and was amazed at what I saw.


My hair was all messed up--so was my makeup--my mouth was hanging open, and I honestly looked like a she-wolf. Well, not literally. But I had never experienced raw, hot, lesbian-sex-for-the-sake-of-lesbian-sex before. And fuck, I looked like a lesbian porn star on coke! I can't even describe how wild I looked.


And fuck....that just turned me on even more.


I remember straddling Karen's face and pulling her face into my pussy. I told her to slide her finger in my ass while she ate me. I was totally over my original nerves. I was loving every second of this. And while she sucked my clit, I kept thinking how cheap this was. And that got me even hotter. I came and Karen playfully shoved me off of her and crawled on top of me. We made out for several minutes before passing out.


We woke up around 11:00 the next morning. We were totally fucked up. Karen laughed and said she'd have to drive back up to Berkley the following day instead. She also said that she wished I could stay in her room and "fuck the shit" of her for the rest of the day.


Yeah, Karen had quite a mouth on her. LOL


Sadly, her parents were due home around 12:30. So I staggered into the bathroom and took a shower. I remember thinking about how while casual sex was obviously a blast, it would be tough to only live from one night stand to one night stand. Karen had no use for relationships. She loved sex and wanted to be tied to nobody. I remember thinking how sad that was. Something must have really hurt her.

I remember her talking about being in love once and that she'd "never make that mistake again."


The irony, of course, is that for the next few years, I pretty much lived the same lifestyle that she did. Of course, when I met the right person, I jumped on him (so to speak). But what was consoling to me while the hot water ran down my exhausted, hungover body, was that I wasn't going to commit to the solitary existence that Karen seemed to be intent on.


I remember aching all over. And I remember thinking about how I was paying the price for a night of fun. It was worth it. Yeah, I did get drunk after all--something I hadn't planned on--but at least I didn't throw up. I did, however, have a pounding headache.


I was 18, hungover, and Karen had worked me over so hard I was sore. It was a great sore. I loved it. And I loved the fact that I would probably never see her again. And I kind of hated that fact, too.


I wrapped a towel around myself and went back into Karen's room. The bed, needless to say, was in shambles.

So I made up Karen's bed. She would have had to change the sheets, of course. But I just felt like it was the right thing to do. She came in and smiled. She was stark naked. I asked her if it was okay to get a pic to remember her by. Okay, so I already had one. But I wanted one of her naked. Besides, she already had snapped a couple of me. So I grabbed her Polaroid and clicked one.


She asked why I wanted one of her naked. I told her that I wanted to masturbate to it later. She liked that. She liked it a lot. And later that night, alone in my bedroom, I did masturbate to that picture.


I gave her the camera and sat on the edge of her bed with my legs spread wide open and smiled. Karen took a shot of me for her...."remembering".


She jumped into the shower. I started getting dressed. It felt weird. I was pulling up my panties, putting on my bra, then my jeans, and finally my shirt. And I had been so used to getting dressed with you-know-who. Everything was different, and everything seemed weird.


I had picked up a complete stranger and let loose on her the whole night. I never got her last name and she never got mine. I got fucked with toys I hadn't been fucked with before. I came more than I ever had ever come in a night.


In one of my hubby's entries on a one-night stand, he makes mention of why he thinks they can be so hot. He theorizes that since you know that you'll never see that person again, you want to get the most out of them and for them to do the same. I agree with that to a point.


I think the one-nighters are also hot because you're more free, in a sense. You know that you're not going to see that person again so you can let loose. Whatever the case, they can be extremely satisfying.


Karen got out of the shower and I walked over and kissed her. We thanked each other and I told her that I'd let myself out.

At Karen's parents' place. "Bring it baby!"

So I went home and crashed for a few hours. When I woke up, I did and then some laundry. I thought I'd feel cheap and slutty. I didn't. I felt free. It was weird, though. I had been only with Jilly prior to Karen and had attached so much emotion and intimacy to sex. And I had just experienced a night that was about anything but caring and emotional intimacy.


Ah, the true experience of a one-night stand. And that showed me the meaning of sex for the sake of sex. And I loved it. Well, aside from the feeling like I had somehow betrayed Jilly, I did. I cringed at what she would've thought about that.


But I told myself that I never betrayed her. We had broken up. So why the fuck was I feeling guilty? She was in NYC, and I had every right to do what I did. I was happy, relaxed, and a ton of tension had melted away because of Karen. I had taken the first step in my post-Jilly sex life. And that first step was a doozy.


I really liked what I had done. Remember, I had been a scared, confused girl when I fell in love with Jilly. But going out and picking up some stranger was exciting. It was daring. It was hot. And yeah, it was probably a little dumb. I got lucky when I found Paul, Brian, and then Karen.


It also got me very, very interested in pursuing more casual sexual encounters. I went back to that bar the next weekend. And I found a sweet little wife who wanted to be with a girl. She got her wish. A lot of wives did. A lot of husbands did. A lot of single men and women did.


I spent the next several years having a lot of fun. No strings, no commitment, just sex. I had been active with guys before meeting Jilly and started that up again. And my raging promiscuity really kinda fucked up my ability to have a normal romantic relationship, needless to say.


So what happened to Karen?


No clue. She never called me. I didn't think that she would, though. That night was about fucking, not finding a BFF. But it would've been fun to play with her again. She was amazing in bed. And I'm sure a lot of other lucky girls found that out as well.

But I've always hoped that she did heal from whatever hurt her and that she did find someone else. Fuck, I don't know if she even remembers me. But if she does, I hope that she remembers that night as fondly as I do.

The morning after....not QUITE as fired up. LOL "Ohhhhh....my head...."

What's funny is that I went that night looking for comfort. And I got that comfort. From two guys. Karen? She gave me the sexual release I needed so badly but that was about it.


Little did Paul and Brian know that the little blond girl they befriended would never let them out of her life. No, they were stuck with me. I kind of became their adopted little sister. I drove them crazy, of course.

But hey, that's what adopted little sisters are for, aren't they?

Lakers Win Again!

Kobe Bryant and Derek Fisher celebrate their fifth championship and the Lakers' sixteenth overall title.

Yay for the Lakers!

Rules Are Made To Be Broken

So much for that rule I had about not banging a coworker.

Last Monday, Brenda wanted me to come up to NYC--the coolest city in the world--and do some meeting stuff.  And my old pal Jerry was going to be there.  Hubby asked if I was going to finally shut up about wanting to fuck Jerry again.  I gave him the usual line about not getting involved with coworkers, blah blah.

"So what?  Just do it if he wants to.  Nobody will find out, and even if Brenda DID find out, she wouldn't care.  All she's concerned about is the work getting done.  And even if she did find out and canned you, it's not like you couldn't find more work.  You're what they call an 'expert'."

It's nice when husbands encourage their wives to pursue their interests!  Yay for hubby!  Yay for me!

We did the meeting stuff, but still had to stay overnight.  The client was coming to NYC the following day and wanted to meet us.  Stay overnight in a nice NYC hotel?  Not an issue!  It wasn't for Jerry, either, and we stayed at the same place.  So after work, we decided to have dinner together.

Jerry was always a favorite of mine, even though we only fooled around that one time.  He's nice, smart, a great conversationalist and a genuinely good guy.  So we had a nice long dinner and we both kinda wanted to talk about an encore.

But we sorta danced around it.  But after awhile, I realized something:  I don't dance around a thing when it comes to sex.  So.....

"Wanna stay in my room tonight?"

"You sure, Alex?  We said, you know, that could complicate things."

I just laughed and said, "So what?  We'll be discreet."  That was pretty much all of the convincing I had to do.

After dinner, we went up to my mind and made up for lost time.  Jerry had long suffered from 'wife not putting out' syndrome.  The side effects are quite lovely for a woman who wants to provide some "putting out".  And I did.

I did take him by surprise one time.  During one of our breaks, he mentioned that he had some business interests in Nashville.


"So cool!  We just found out one of hubby's ex-girls is there now.  We want her to come visit.  How often you get down there?"
"Few times a year."
"Drive down and visit!  You can meet my husband!"

His face went blank.

"What?  Did I say something wrong?"
"Meet your husband?"
"Yeah!  You'd love him!"
"Meet your husband?"
"Don't you remember?  We play around?"
"Yeah....but...."
"Then it's settled!  Cool!"

"We'll see."
"Hey, I know what that means!  That means no!  C'monnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.....!"
"Are you whining, Alex?"
"Yes, is it working?"
"Ah.....not sure about visiting.....we could meet..."
"Uh uh!  Want you to meet hubby!  He's the one who told me to fuck you if I wanted."

I grabbed my cell.

"Who are you calling?"

I just smiled.

"Your husband?"

I kept smiling.

"Promise me you'll think about it and I'll put the phone down."
"You win.  I'll think about it."
"That's all I'm asking."

I can be quite convincing when I use extortion tactics!

Jerry and I outside the hotel the next morning.  Don't worry, we were just out to grab some Starbucks before heading to our meeting at 2:00.  We got dressed up for work after our coffee run!  LMAO And yes, my hair needs another dye job, so no need to remind me! 

i wasn't really gonna call hubby.  I just wanted to tease my again-boyfriend.

We got back to business and I climbed on top of him and we did ye ole' sixty nine for a few minutes.  I came (when don't I?) and got him nice a hard again.  Then I straddled him and rode him.

Ten minutes later, I had come two more times and made him come.

We were cuddling when he said, "Okay, give me the phone."  I was like, "Really?"  So I dialed up hubby and when he answered, I said, "Jerry says you're a pussy for letting him fuck your wife!"

Mah boytoy took the phone and  said, "Hi.  So how do you live with this day in and day out?"  I really didn't get the great gist of the whole conversation because I could only hear Jerry's end, but they seemed to get along.  Jerry laughed a lot and that's always a good sign.

After a couple of minutes, I heard him say, "Oh, hello Lori.  I've heard about you."  Then he really started laughing.  Finally, he hung up and said, "Lori told me to tell her bitch she said hello.  I'm assuming that would be you."

"No doubt."

He does read mine and hubby's blogs.  Still he had been nervous about talking to my pimp--er husband!  I understand that.  But I'm glad he changed his mind.

Overall, I got him up and off five times that night.  Then we fell asleep and played around again in the morning.  We didn't have to go in till the early afternoon to meet the client, so we had some breakfast and then strolled down to Starbucks for some quality java.

And we talked.  We've decided to keep our relationship going.  It's win-win.  We love the sex, and get along great.  Obviously, we won't be able to get together as much as we'd like, but we head up to NYC where we can meet up for fun.  We agreed that whenever one of us wants to end it, it's ended and with no hard feelings.

I got back late that night and pretty much attacked hubby.  Needless to say, Jerry had warmed me up nice and good.  LOL  We've been emailing back and forth and calling since then.  He's a really nice guy and I enjoy talking to him.  He and hubby have talked a few times as well.

And honestly, if he hadn't wanted to board the Lex Express again, I would've been fine with it.  He would've been fine as "just" a friend.  But I figured that it couldn't hurt to see if he wanted to get physical again.  I'm VERY happy he did.

And when I'm happy, everybody's happy.  Well, not really, but at least I'm happy.

Yeah, playing around with an associate can be risky ground.  But fuck it.  I was tired of fantasizing about fucking him.  I wanted the real deal again.

And fuck if I didn't get it!

Records......

A salute to Roger Federer, one of the classiest tennis players ever.  Today, he was upset in the quarterfinals of the French Open by Robin Soderling.  The loss ended a streak of 23 straight semi-final (or better) appearances in Grand Slam (Australian, French, and U.S. Opens and Wimbledon) events.  During the streak, he won 16 majors (for the all-time record) and appeared in 16 of 18 slam finals.

That's over five years in which Federer lost before the semis in a major.  That is a streak that'll never be equalled.  All streaks end, and so did this one.  At his press conference, he joked that now he'll just work on his quarterfinal slam streak which, obviously, is at 24. 

And even THAT streak is insane!

So......I rolled out of bed this morning and hopped into the shower.  I dried off and slipped on a long t-shirt and nothing else--I was so lazy, I didn't even get dressed--and strolled downstairs.  I found hubby on the couch watching Mike & Mike in the morning.

So we didn't do shit today.  Well, sex, of course.  But we basically just hung out, ate, fucked, watched television and sat in the jacuzzi.

Safe to say that we didn't want to work.

But we did get something done.  If you've been to my husband's blog, you know that some of his entries date wayyyyyyy back.  And while he has a sharp memory, it ain't that good.  

When he was in high school, he started keeping notes on the women he was with.  And over the years, he's kept an immaculate filing system.  All of his experiences and pictures are filed by year.  And for each year, the files are alphabetized.  It's actually pretty impressive.

Me?  Not so much.  My records--such as they are--are comprised of scattered pictures, scribbled on napkins, scraps of paper, and whatever else my grubby little paws could get a hold of.  And my pics were scattered in different boxes and different filing folders. And my digital pics were all in one big ass folder.

After we played around after breakfast, we decided to try and organize my files.  So we got out all of my boxes and bags and went to work on that.  

Surprisingly, it wasn't QUITE as horrible as I had thought.  We created different piles for my playmates and managed to clean everything up quite a bit.  And viewing the pics and short notes and keepsakes (hotel menu with girls' numbers, for example), we made amazing headway.  

It's funny.  Once we started getting everything organized, it was amazing how much detail came back to me.  We got about 75 percent through it and will finish it up tomorrow.  Luckily, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had originally thought.  We matched up my pictures (hard copy and digital) pretty easily. 

Major turn-on, too.  Halfway through it, we had to fuck again.  All these naked women and men.....I got really, really hot.  I'd see a pic of a Black Book Girl and remember my hot times with her and.....well, you know.

And I'm thrilled about getting everything cleaned up.  Somewhere along the way, this blog turned into site about my job with a mention of sex here and there.  I want it to be the other way around.  That's how I pimped it when I first started it and that's what I want to talk about the most.  And I'm pretty sure most of you aren't all that interested in the boring day to day stuff of a T and D girl.

I mean, I got off to a good start...then I kind of lost focus.  Now that hubby and I are cleaning up my "evidence", I can make some headway now.  

Heh.  "Head" way.

I hope you all had a great Memorial Day weekend!  And to those of you who have served our country, to those of you who paid the ultimate price, and to those of you still serving....

YOU ARE THE BEST!  THANK YOU!

I'm Baaaackkkkkkkkkk!

For those of you who subscribe to modernlexonomics, my apologies.  I accidentally posted a blank entry a few minutes ago!  So if you get an email with a blank entry, that's what happened!

Blame it on the hair color.

Soooooooooooooo.....what's new?  With me, I mean.

No Nick updates.  He's still in what Lori refers to as "seclusion".  I think 2 months away from his main squeezes is long enough, but he disagrees!  I'd be more than happy to drive down for a nooner one day, though.

So last week, our little Lori was supposed to come over for lunch.  She was off and her hubby was in Seattle for two weeks.  Ah, business travel.....

So on Wenesday, she called up and said that she wasn't feeling well.  So we said that was okay and to get some rest.  I didn't think much of it.  She had been feeling sick for several days.  Her hubby had wanted to cancel his trip, but she told him to go and it was just a cold. 

The next day, I called just to check on her.  And she sounded horrible on the phone.  So I told hubby and we decided to go down and check on her.  We drove over and got to her house and knocked.  No answer.  Of course, I'm starting to freak out a little at this point.

We knew where she kept her emegency house key and got it and let outselves in.  We found her on the couch underneath some blankets sleeping.  She had a fever and was shivering. 

We woke her up and she was hurting and it hurt when she inhaled.  So we got her dressed--she insisted on a shower, first--and put her in the backseat of my car so she could lay back down.  We finally got down to North Fulton and took her in.  Hubby gave the admitting nurse Lori's insurance information while I went back with her to a room.

I helped her get her clothes of and get into a gown.  She just had no energy whatsoever.  Finally, we got her into the bed.  A doctor (I call him Dr. Cool) came in and checked her out and told us what we had already figured out:  pneumonia.  Then he asked her if she was keeping up on her thyroid medication and a few follow-up questions. 

By this time, it was really starting to hurt when she breathed.  Dr. Cool got her hooked up on some pain meds.  The first thing he asked when he got in was if she was in pain.  A few minutes later, she was doped up.

I LOVVVVVVVED this Dr.  He was so nice.  He explained everything to us: what tests he was going to run, all that. 

First came the EKG.  A cute little brunette came in and administered the test.  Everything was good there.  Then Dr. Really Cool came back in and talked to the three of us about the test.  Then he explained that the CAT scan of her lungs.  Since she's a smoker, he wanted to rule out any blood clots before discharging her.

So about a half hour later, they came and took her.  Lori was pretty much out of it due to the meds, thankfully.  About fifteen minutes, they wheeled her back into the room.  And then she fell back asleep, thankfully.

North Fulton Emergency does it with style.  They had a television--with basic cable--in Lori's room!  So I sat next to a sleeping Lori and held her hand and hubby and I watched ESPN.  About forty-five minutes later, the doctor came in and we woke Lori up.

It was good news.  Her lungs were fine.  He prescribed some pain pills and antibiotics for her (she had a dose of the anti-biotics earlier) and after sigining some paperwork, we took Lori back to our place.

We got home and hubby carried Lori up to her and Shelly's room and then went out to get her prescription filled and some lunch (Steak 'N Shake!).

When hubby got home, we ate and I called Shelly, just to let her know.  Shelly told her that she'd swing by after work. 

After lunch, we just let Lori sleep.  It was the best thing for her.  She slept until Shelly came by around five.  Shelly had a dinner planned with her cousin that night but was going to cancel until Lori told her not to. 

So Shelly left, soon to be replaced by new visitors:  Mitzie and Kellie.  The Avengers really had no idea that Lori was even there.  But when the Avengers run out of Diet Coke, they promptly head to the next best thing to a grocery store:  our refrigerator. 

I tried padlocking the fridge once, but they used a blowtorch and got in anyway.  Since then, I've given up trying to protect my Diet Coke.

Anyway, the Avengers tore upstairs to visit Lori until I chased them off with a broom (holy water works wonders as well on those two) and they went back to their apartment to have dinner and do what they do after work (if you're thinking it's sex, you're on the right track).

Around seven, Lori was feeling better, but was still wiped out.  So hubby made her some soup and a sandwich and she devoured the offerings quickly and promptly passed out again. 

So hubby and I went back downstairs to kick it and watch some television until bed.  We had lost a day of work, but didn't care.  Lori was far more important. 

We were kind of tempted to have a little fun, though.  We were beat, but, hey, you know how it goes.  So I snuggle up to hubby and we start kissing and groping and all that.  Hubby had just gotten my jeans off and was touching me in a very nice area when we saw the porch light flick on.

The Avengers! 

Mitzie and Kellie almost always jump into our jacuzzi every night.  Now as much as I joke about what pests these two are, we love having them in our apartment.  They're dolls, and they're funny as can be.  And we've always assured them that if they want something, they can just come in and grab it.  And we also told them they're free to use the pool or jacuzzi when they want.

With some kids their age, I wouldn't.  But these two are mature, smart, and know how to behave like adults. 

So hubby I got up and peek out.  There they are, in the jacuzzi, naked.  Luckily, the jacuzzi isn't in clear view from outside our house--and we have some space between our closest neighbors; it's one reason we bought the place--so even hubby and I jump in naked sometimes.

I looked over at hubby and said, "Wanna fuck with 'em?"

He walked over and I started giving him head while the girls watched.  They started laughing and Mitzie scooted up onto the edge of the jacuzzi and had Kellie go down on her.  Mitzie smiled, shot me the finger, and laughed.

A few minutes later, Mitzie leaned her head back and came, and that drove me over the edge (I had been playing with myself while blowing hubby).  Kellie and Mitzie switched places and I grabbed some couch cushions and positioned hubby so he was on his back and I was facing Kellie. Then I straddled him and slid down his cock. While Mitzie ate out Kellie, hubby fucked me.  And Kellie and I just locked onto each others' eyes the whole time.

That was fucking hot.  That was beyond watching/being watched.  It was like we were keying in on each other's experience.  We were just staring at each other, never averting our gaze. 

Kellie reached up and grabbed her breasts.  I followed her lead.  She'd put her finher in her mouth, and I'd do the same. 

Soon she mouthed, "I'm cumming".  We came at the same time, followed by my hubby.

After the fun, Kellie popped into the house.  "We gotta do that again sometime!"   Mitzie came in and said, "What are you talking about?" 

Hubby and Mitzie had no clue as to what we had been doing. We told them, of course. That was fucking hot.  Hot and spontaneous. 

The girls put on their robes and came in and sat down and we all chatted for a few minutes.  That's how it goes at our place.  Sex, then hey, what's going on?  LOL  I know it sounds a bit blase or casual, but well, I guess it is.

After an hour or so, Mitzie kissed Kellie and they exchanged "I love yous" and Mitzie headed up to their place to go to bed.

Hubby ran up to check on Lori.  She was still sound asleep.  When he came back down, Kellie said, "Can I ask you guys a question?"

We told her of course.

She said, "Well, you know, Mitzie and I only play around together?"  We nodded.

Blonde Avenger continued, "We were talking about that.  Last Saturday, you had Shelly and Lori over and were playing.  I was at work.  Mitzie came by and I took my break.  She mentioned that you all were playing and stuff."

I said, "Go on, honey."

She said, "I was like, 'why didn't you join them?'  She shrugged and said we didn't do that apart.  So we talked about it when I got home.  We kind of figure that it's cool if we do that....if it's just with you guys or Lori and Shelly or Ash...."

I wasn't sure about that.  I mean, I'd love a one-on-one or a threesome with hubby with Kellie.  But I wouldn't want that to create any friction.

She said, "No, we really are fine with it.  I mean, as long as we don't hit bars alone and that type of thing." 

So we told her that if they were both okay with it, then we were too. 

I'm happy that they talked about it though.  That's important.  They discussed it like adults, and that's the key to a successful relationship.  Hubby and I have always discussed everything.  It's not always easy, but it's important.

So Kellie hung out with us for a bit longer.  Before she left, she asked if we wanted to play with her the next day while Mitzie was at work.  She didn't have to go into work until two.  We weren't sure, because we still were concerned about Lori.  But we told her to come down anyway and at least hang out with us for a bit.

So Kellie left.  We jumped into the shower together and then hit the sheets.  We were wiped out. 

The next thing I remember is waking up around 8:30 and seeing Lori passed out between hubby and I.  This is typical of Lori.  If she stays the night without Shelly, she ends up sleeping in our bed with us.  She must've gotten up to use the bathroom and just crawled between us in a force of habit type of thing.

So hubby and I carefully crawled out of bed and headed downstairs.  We were starving and I needed him to fix me some breakfast.  I mean, why else would I keep him?

I was in the mood for bacon and eggs.

Anyway, we're talking while he cooks--yeah, I'm spoiled, blah, blah--and I look upstairs and see a redhead wearing a pink robe.  And she's sniffing.

Uh oh.  She smelled food.

She made her way down to the table and looked at hubby and said, "AHEM!"  So hubby had to make a little more.  No biggie!

Well, a lot more.  Trust me, Lori could be a competitive eater.  I don't know where she puts it, but that chick can chow down like a lumberjack.  And considering her ordeal the previous day, she had worked up quite an appetite.

She chowed down about ten pounds of bacon, a loaf of toasted bread, and twenty eggs.  Okay, that was a bit of an exagerration.  But she did have her appetite back, and that was a good thing.

By the way, she had no clue as to when she climbed into our bed.  All she remembers is waking up there.

We had Lori spend the next couple of days at our place.  She was still worn out and neither of us wanted her to be alone.  The antibiotics worked pretty quickly and she started regaining her strenght soon.  She did, however, spend most of Thursday sleeping. 

After breakfast, she watched some television and took a shower and headed back to bed.  When Lori sleeps, she sleeps hard.  So we knew that she'd be out for several hours.  After she hit the sheets, I asked hubby if we should get busy with Kellie.

Shit, I could almost see his dick get hard even though I was in the living room and he was in the kitchen.  He liked that idea.  Color me shocked!

So I called Kellie and she came down in a robe and nothing else.  The girl was ready.

And so were we.  We had a nice hour and a half with her.  When we were done, Kellie headed home to get ready for work and we took a shower and got back to our own work, which we had set aside the previous day.

Lori stayed with us through the weekend and is now fully recovered. 

It was an interesting few days, to say the least.