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Okay, I am officially free! 22 years wasn't a bad run at all. We had our party on Friday afternoon. Hubby and I spent the morning clearing out my office. All went great. It wasn't quite as sad as I thought it would be. I guess I was just relieved to be over and done with it. Time to move on to the next chapter.

I'll take the next couple of weeks off and just hang out and pester hubby and watch tv. Good way to recharge my batteries. I'll talk some with Brenda, my new boss in NY, about what upcoming assignments she wants me to start on when I get my work on again.

For the record, I'm not done talking about Acme, of course. It was a huge part of my life and my traveling was a major reason I had the opportunity for so much fun on the road. I'll still do some traveling for Anybody Consulting, of course. And hopefully I can reconnect with some of my "black book girls".

I never did do an entry on how I built that thing, but I will. I should call it "The Bisexual Woman's Guide To Building A Bisexual Empire". I dunno....that title's kinda wordy.

Actually, there were so many Black Book Girls, I'm just going to list them all in a side blog. I think that would just keep the main blog in better order. The more I think about that, the more I like it. Not too many pics; I'm not the photo nut my beloved is. But I'll post a few of each with a short synopsis of my relationship with each of them.

Some weren't really relationships, just one night stands. But since they were girls I slept with on the road, I'll just "black book" 'em. Most, though, I slept with several times.

Another quiet weekend. Janine and Ashley were busy and Lori took Shelly to Miami to watch the Bucs play the Dolphins.

I'm just glad she didn't attack any Dolphins fans after the game. The Avengers did come down to hang out with us. Neither were feeling all that well; they were just getting over a cold. So our house wasn't converted to the den of decadence it usually is. I hate it when that happens.

I'm working on an entry about Janine and how we met. She's a very cool lady. What else....what else...... Does me wanting to have a 100-woman orgy make me more likeable, less likeable, or just as likeable? I'm not planning one, but it's a fantasy. Man......that would be fun..... Maybe not. I just know someone would steal our silverware. Fuck that.

Later, Lexeconomists!

Lexie, Lexie, Cha Cha Cha......

The infamous Janine.

Me on a trip to the mall in Strongsville, OH with the hubby.

Lexie, Lexie, cha, cha, cha.....

One work day left. I wrap it all up on Friday. Friday won't be much. A bunch of us who are leaving are going to get some pizza and bring our spouses and hug and say goodbye. I'll cry then, but not now.

It's sad, but that's how business goes sometimes. I knew that this was the path I wanted to take even when I was a little Lexie. And my dad told me that sometimes it can be cold and heartless. I knew that going in 22 years ago. I knew that my dad and his generation would be the last that would graduate high school/college and take a job at a company for life. So really.....I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did.

Think about it. Think about your dad, uncle, aunt, whoever. You no doubt know someone who has worked almost their entire career at one company. My father-in-law has worked as an electrician/mechanic for 45 years with a major airline. My dad spent thirty years at the same company.

Hubby's friend, Dale, has been bitten twice, though. He started out working for a General Dynamics right out of high school. He spent ten years there. Then the layoffs came. Being a defense contractor, that was bound to happen. So he took a job with an office furniture manufacturer. He was with them 18 years. And at 46, he's been laid off.

Not good. This nation will regret this massive exportation of jobs. It'll regret letting so much of it's manufacturing base leave, not to mention call center and many IT jobs. You can't lose so much wealth and tax base and not see your economy start to hurt. The more diversified an economy is, the stronger it is.

Nick's in "hide and recover" mode, as Lori puts it. Aren't you, Nick? LOL I'm sure "Hey Nick, Baby...." didn't help, either. We all scared Nick off.... LMAO Nah, he thought it was funny. But hey, a guy with a wife and kids just isn't free to play whenever the BiGirl Posse wants him to.

And if there's one thing I personally like, it's a guy with a family. Same with hubby (except with girls, of course). It's that no-strings deal. I'm a horny distraction, and that's just how I like it. I know it seems like we have a bit of a cavalier attitude regarding sex. That's probably because, to an extent, we do.

It wasn't like I was exactly a good girl gone bad when I met hubby. Then again, you probably already know that. After Jilly and I broke up, I pretty much decided to grab all the fun and pleasure I could. I assumed that I'd settle down after I got married. Didn't happen.

Well, I kinda did, actually. I toned down a lot of the relationships I had with guys, especially when I was traveling. I just felt it was safer to hook up with gay and bi girls. I was still pretty sexually active, just mostly with girls.

Speaking of girls, Bev is one. Bev is QUITE a girl! If you've read my previous entries, you know that I am totally in love with this woman. And you also know that she comes over pretty much whenever she can to play with hubby. And you know that she's somewhat shy about the situation. Well, I've been home quite a bit lately, and whenever this sweetie-puss shows up, I let her and hubby play for a bit in another room. But this past Thursday, she asked if I wanted to watch.

Oh my. Yes. Most definitely.

"You sure, honey?"
"Yeah. It'd be nice. You're a real friend."

So hubby took Bev into our bedroom. I followed and I took my pants off. I was gonna get off watching this. Bev laid down and spread her legs. Hubby crawled up and kissed her and kissed his way down to her breasts....her stomach.....then her pussy. I took my finger, put it my mouth to get it wet, and moved it up and down my lips, nice and slow.

As my husband ate this sweetheart out, I alternated between sliding my finger in and out of my pussy and playing with my clit. It was sooooooo hard.....I was soooooooo wet..... A few minutes after hubby started eating her, Bev groaned and came. That sent me over the edge and I slid my finger in all the way and came myself.

Bev was running her hand through my hubby's hair and looking at me. And I was looking back. Hubby went back to eating Bev out. She smiled at me and patted the bed. I shook my head.

Uh uh. No way. I mean, I wanted her B-A-D. But I wasn't going to do anything Bev would regret later. This girl has been an absolute find for my hubby. But there was something more important to consider and that was how Bev would feel. And what did she want? Me to just join her in playing with hubby? Or.....me and her getting some fun together as well?

I'm rarely at a loss for what to do, but I was here. Bev mouthed, "Come up...." and patted the bed again. I said, "Sweetie, I didn't come in here for that...."

Hubby ignored us. I wanted his input on this. He knew what was going on. But later on, he told me that we had to work it out between us. Right. He just likes eating his Bev's pussy. LOL

Okay, fine. He was right. I HATE admitting that!

Apparently, Bev hadn't mentioned the possibility of me joining in with him. Later on, she told me it had been something she had been considering but couldn't bring it up to either of us. So we're staring there. She's getting more turned on by the second. I'm already amped up like crazy. "I don't want to lose you as a friend."

She smiled, "You won't. It's cool. Come up." So I crawled up next to Bev. I remember thinking that it was now or never. I leaned down and put my lips next to hers. She didn't pull away. I kissed her on the lips. Then I kissed again, sliding my tongue into her mouth. Go slow, I kept thinking....go slow...... I pulled up.

She smiled and I grabbed her hand and put it on my pussy. She rubbed it. I just sighed. Her just touching me there, you know? Hubby kept eating her...and Bev kept rubbing me. I could tell that she was waiting for some direction. Of course she was. This was her first time touching a woman that way. "Put your finger in." Bev slid her finger right in. My body shook a little.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.....this is too good to be true. "Move it in and out."

Yeah...that really, really felt good. I was ready to explode. So was she. Hubby made her cum again and that made me cum again as well. As I was cumming, Bev slid her finger all the way in and left it. Good instincts. Everyone was quiet for a couple of minutes. I finally said, "Honey, I don't know how far you want to go with this."

And she smiled again and said, "I trust you two. You lead, I'll follow." I was so grateful hubby was there. He'd reign me in if needed. I can be extremely aggressive sexually with women. Most are ready for it.

But a newbie like Bev.....I had to watch it, especially considering how attracted to her I had been. Hubby just gave me the nod. He knew what I was thinking: he would call the shots this first time with Bev.

He laid on his back and both of us started blowing him. I knew he wouldn't last long. Two chicks blowing him? Who could blame him? LOL We're talking about a minute or two. He groaned and Bev let him cum in her mouth. Before she could swallow, I gently took her face in my hands and kissed her. I wanted my share. :)

Sharing is caring! LMAO

Not only that, but that just flipped a switch on with Bev. She really got off on that. She laughed and said, "I've seen that done in porn flicks....but I think I can honestly say that I never dreamed I'd actually DO it!" Hubby looked at her and said, "Well, you probably never dreamed that you'd be making out with a woman and fingering her, either."

She kind of paused and said, "Ehhhh.....I wouldn't say that...." Awesome wicked cool!

YAY FOR ME!

Bev ran to get a Diet Coke and I looked at hubby. I was almost giddy. "I can't believe this! She didn't say anything to you?" He said, "Not a word." Then I said, "This is okay, right honey? She's your girlfriend." He just rolled his eyes. Yeah, of course it was. I'm his fucking wife. Dumb question.

So Bev came back with her diet Coke. "So...uh, I don't know really how you guys play with another girl. Like I said, you lead, I'll follow." Hubby kissed me and laid me flat and looked at Bev. She smiled. "Okay." She got up to my pussy and and said, "Alex, I've never done this before......I mean,...you know."

I just told her to eat me the way she liked being eaten. Ryan took my lips and spread them, exposing my clit. Bev started there. Ryan leaned down and said, "Sweetie, there's really no wrong way. Just relax and believe me, she'll cum."

True that!

It's quite fun being multi-orgasmic. She did make me cum. I let her feel her way around, take her time, and go at her own pace. She was wonderful. After I came, she crawled up and kissed me. I kissed her back and ran my hands through her beautiful brown hair. This is going to sound really trite....but wow, this was really special.

Normally, in situations like that, hubby goes and fucks the woman eating me. He didn't that time. He exercised a lot of restraint. He knew we had to go easy this first time. But he would get to fuck both of us. It takes three to tango.

I laid Bev on her back. And like Ryan did, I kissed my way down. I sucked on her nipples. Then I got to her pussy. And then I spread her lips and gently pushed my tongue on her clit. She shuddered.

Oh yeah.....that guy I married. Gotta take care of him. I stuck my ass up and he slid right into my pussy. I love eating pussy while being fucked in this position. It's insanely intense. It wasn't easy holding back while going down on Bev, especially with hubby fucking me nice and hard. But it was sure fun trying. LOL

I did make her cum, and after her orgasm, I got up and hubby mounted her. I knew he wouldn't have to ease into it. Bev really likes it fast. So he and Bev fucked hard for several minutes until she came. Then she urged him to cum and he obliged, filling her up.

We all rested up some more and had one more go-round. This time, hubby ended up cumming in me. After we were done, Bev had to shower up and get her kids. Hubby went to take a shower in the guest bathroom and Bev used our main bathroom. When she got out, she was drying her hair and getting her makeup on.

I walked in. "So.....that weird feeling you're experiencing will go away soon," I smiled. She just laughed. "I'm not feeling weird. A bit...whoa that was wild....but not weird."

"So....what happened? I mean....I thought you were just into guys."
"So did I. But....you know...."
"Kinda...."
"Fantasy...thing....you know...."

"Oh....yeah....I understand. I loved it, but no expectations."
"No...Alex....I loved it. And....I really liked the you and me parts....but....."
"Stop there!" I laughed.
"But...you dorky girl.....I'm not ready for just you and me alone. Yet. You know I take things slowly."

This shocked me. A threesome is one thing. But I didn't even know that she was thinking about anything aside from that.

"You were thinking....you and me?"
"Yeah. I mean, what's the diff if I'm going down on you and Ryan's there watching or not?"

So I told her that if she ever wanted to meet me one on one, it was her call. Then she said,

"Question?"
"Okay."
"I read your blog. I see all those nice things you say about me? Why me? I'm not Miss America. I'm okay, I guess. I'm not in the other girls' league."

Typical Bev.

"I think you're gorgeous."
"You can have almost any woman you want. Why did you want me so much?"

I know what you lexeconomists are thinking. I bet you're thinking I wanted her so much because I never thought I could have her. Nope. I wanted Bev cuz she's always been so fucking sweet and nice. I wanted her to be a playmate for my hubby and she's always acted like I did HER some great favor. She's a doll. And she takes a backseat to nobody, looks-wise. And I told her all that. I did have a question.

"So....how was it.....going down on a woman?"

She laughed and said that it was really weird at first. But that once she got used to it, she enjoyed it. We've been chatting every other day on-line. Everything seems cool. I'm glad that she broadened her sexual experience, and even had she and I had not played, just me watching was a big step for her.

Honestly, I'm just shocked. I've drooled over this woman. For her to want me to touch her.....well, I'm really surprised. And when you factor in my sexual "career", that's saying something. She's coming over tomorrow to meet me and hubby again. I'm very, very happy. And I want her to be happy as well.

No group fun this past weekend. Ashley made it over, so hubby and I played with her.

Lori and Shelly weren't available and Mitzie and Kellie drove over to Alabama to visit with Kellie's parents. It was kind of a perfect storm of everyone being busy. Not yay for me! Boooooooooooooo!

But Ashley was available! Da A-Bomb was ready to rock!

Woooooooohooooooo! We likey-likey Ashley! I'm gonna have to send Didi and Leslie and fruit basket as a thank you for introducing us to her! Yay for Ashley!

A-Bomb.....Super Shelly....Buccaneer Lori....The Adorable Avengers.....I needed a nickname for Janine!

I tried "J-Blow", but she didn't like that. Bitch. So I tried "J-Ho". She didn't like that either. Double bitch! Ahhhhhhhhh.......

"Janini-Press". And we had a winner! Miss Fussy liked that one. Hubby and I have squeezed her like a panini several times! Bev was too easy. She's of Dutch descent. "Dutch Treat".

All kidding around aside, there was an issue that came up that I want to talk about here. It involves Janine. She was planning to come over on join A-Bomb, hubby and I on Saturday.

Saturday morning, I rolled out of bed and checked my email. That's how everybody confirms if they're coming (except the Avengers, who live on our property, anyway). I saw that Janini-Press had written me.

"Hon, I can't make it 2day! Shit's hitting the fan, not about you and R. I'll explain Mday. Love you 2 so much! Shit's bad this wknd though! Did it 2myself!"

Well, you all know that I'm a mother hen and immediately was.....freaked out. I wrote back, "If you need to come over, we have room. Ask and we'll come get you if you need help."

She responded, "No, I'm fine....no danger. Didn't mean 2 alarm you! LOL LOL No, just got 2, 'extricate' my ass from something! Mday-morn I'll come over and xplain."

Okay. She was okay. That's all that mattered.

So J-Press came over on Monday morning for a half an hour and told hubby and I what happened. Apparently, she had met this girl on-line and the two were talking about well, sex. Janine was talking about her experiences with girls, that type of thing. This girl was curious and Janine was basically answering any questions she had. And J-Press doesn't hold back on details and admitted that she had had a couple of affairs with other girls since she'd been married.

So she's writing this letter and has to run to the bathroom.

She made a cardinal mistake: she left the email up and open on the screen--she didn't even minimize it. So hubby comes in......

Right.

He had no clue she was bi. And she had had a few hook-ups with women after she got married. Just imagine his reaction. All I can say is thankfully she didn't mention her threesome and group fun with us.

So.....Janine does what she's gotta does! She cops to the hook-ups.

He was, of course, shocked about it all. In fact, he was furious. Not that she was bi...but that she hid it. That actually pissed him off more than doing some other girls. So they spent some serious time hammering it out.

That HAS to be a real world-turn-upside-down deal for someone to find that out. And there are a lot of bisexuals out there living a lie. Sometimes it works forever. Sometimes it works until they can't suppress it anymore. When I met J-Press, she was at that stage.

Fortunately, all is good. I told her to take as much time away as she needed. "Why?" she said. "I got away with it. Nothing's fucking changed."

I don't argue with Janine. Her choices are her own. I would've hated to lose her, but would've understood. She did admit though that while she didn't leave that email up deliberately, she's happy that she did.

"You just can't live like you're something you're not."

It's been a bit since the whole group has gotten together for some serious sex. You know how Batman had that bat signal? I need one of those. On Friday night, I could shoot it into the night sky. Maybe a big "L". And then everyone would show up......yeah..... Da da da da da da da da, Lexieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Pow! Zap! Fuck! Cum!

Career Update

Getting ready to catch a flight to Seattle in 1995 from Ontario International Airport.

Well, now that I've exposed myself as a total 'ho, I should probably talk about what the fuck's going on in my professional life.

I would've been the official 'ho of Alpharetta, had I not lost the competition to Lori. But she did let me know that as 1st runner up, I will take over should she be ever be unable to fulfill all of her obligations. So I guess that's kind of an honor.

Really, I thought I had the title locked up. Then came the question and answer section of the competition. I really blew it. I don't know what happened. I could describe it to you, but it's just easier to show you the video of my shame.

I know. I choked. Fucking pissed me off, too. I think Lori also used steroids to win, but she refuses to be tested.

So, as you know, I'm--for now--one of those pain in the ass executives everyone accuses of never doing any real work. Actually, my job title has "assistant vice-president" in it.

Big deal.

You ever see Married With Children? There's a scene where Marcy tells Al that the bank is cutting down on employees. Al responds that he hopes that none of the hundred vice-presidents are fired and instead get rid of one of those two pesky tellers.

Anyway, last year, our big company was bought by a bigger company. At that point, it got a little dicey. They wanted my back on the road. My reward would be a decrease in pay and my old title. I told them that I was quitting instead.

I had received a job offer from a company and was set to head back up to Cleveland. Less pay as well, but the job was really tempting. I would've been able to get my hands back into actually designing training programs, which I had started to miss. But it didn't happen.

Apparently, the new boss (not the same as the old boss) didn't want me to leave I wasn't the only one who basically told them to fuck off. I had been there over 20 years and wasn't going to put up with that shit. So some restructuring was done with me and a few others.

I ended up with a slight pay decrease, but stayed off the road and kept my position. I took on a few more duties, but all was cool. And that's how it stayed for the past year.

But more and more people started leaving. They saw the writing on the wall. Our company had been bought with the express purpose of selling it off in pieces parts. That's just what happens when one competitor buys out another. And I knew it would happen. But being flexible bought me some time.

A few weeks ago, I was approached about leaving. They wanted to nudge the top-heavy folks out, as well as many others. Business was down and they figured the less expenses the better as they tried to find a buyer for our division.

Hmmmmmmmm....take the money and run or try and wring another year of employment from these people.....

They came up with a sweet package. A fucking ton of severance pay (hey, 22 years adds up!) and they offered to by back all my stock. Fine by me. I was happy to fatten our IRA with the proceeds. I had accumulated a lot of stock as bonuses over the years (which shows you the true value of dog shit) and jumped to finally cash that crap in.

I'm really fighting the urge to go off on a tangent about my true feelings about 401k plans, the stock market, and stock in general. Suffice it to say, none of it's positive.

Of course, when the company's sold, the toilet paper's value will shoot through the roof. Or burn like a bonfire. Not my problem. When in doubt, take the surest thing. Fuck, even when you're NOT in doubt, take the surest thing.

So they drew up an agreement and I took it home for hubby to go over. He's not a lawyer, but he's certainly an expert, especially with contracts. Everything looked good and I signed the bye-bye papers (after rubbing them on my ass for a few minutes).

I did, however, insist on staying a few more weeks to finish up a couple of pet projects and to use up my personal days (that or lose them).

I already have another gig lined up. Over the past few years, a lady from a New York consulting firm, Brenda, has been trying to get me to come join their team. After deciding to accept Acme's offer, I gave her a call. She was happy that I called and we arranged for me to come up and meet with her.

Very cool. Flew up in the AM and was back for dinner. The meeting went great. The money's good and I'll get back to my first love, designing and implementing training programs. The company has some pretty high-profile clients, so that excites me as well.

But what really excited me was that now, like my hubby, I can do most of my work from home! Yeah! There, of course, will be some travel. But it won't be overbearing like it was for so long. Also, Brenda promised me some projects in other areas (economic research, etc..).

Full benefits. I loved that.

Anyway, I went "office shopping" in my own house! Woohoo! Lessee....hubby's room is taken (bastard took the best view)....there's Lori and Shelly's room.....ah, I'll take....the room with the second-best view! So the day after my NY jaunt, hubby and I painted the room and set up my new computer system, desk (er, not in that order) and put some pretty pictures that would stimulate my pointy blonde head. Very cool.

So I'll be done with Acme in a couple of weeks. It's a new challenge and I can get away from all that administrative crap. And when I go into the office, you can almost see the tumbleweeds blowing through. I really think Acme's new owners have their heads up their asses. it's one thing to cut costs, but they're going to lose a ton of clients, and that'll make the company less valuable. But what do I know?

I do know that we're okay, financially. I know that hubby's business is thriving. I know that our house is paid off. I know that I can do without the headaches. I know that as hard as I worked to get to where I was, in the end, it wasn't where I wanted to be after all. I know that I can't wait to get my hands back in the nuts and bolts of T&D. I know that my hubby was right when we first met and he told me not to plan on being with Acme until I retired (although at the time, I didn't believe him). And I know that after 22 years of being with this company, I'm not all that sad to go.

And really, that in and of itself, is the saddest thing of all.