Bad News

Sorry.  I haven't been on too much, but there's been some serious shit going down.

After 17 years of marriage, hubby and I are calling it quits.  It's been a great run.  But even great runs come to an end, and this one has.

It's sad.  But if it wasn't sad, it wouldn't have meant anything.

My husband has several emotional issues to deal with.  And I'm fine with that, as long as he does it own his own time and at his own expense. 

I've never tied my value into being married or not.  I don't seek affirmation through marriage.  I'm my own person, and to that end, until my husband learns to respect women, then he can be without his supposedly favorite woman.

Yeah, I'm sad.  But through this I hope to grow as a person.  I'll be moving to NYC in a few weeks.  Hubby will be moving back to Los Angeles.  I wish him well.

And I can't WAIT to be in NYC!  I LOVE that city!  So bye-bye marriage!  It's party time for Lexie!

Oh yeah, one more thing...

April Fool's!

Just Checking In!

Sheesh.  March and this is only my third entry.  I really would like to average more than one time a month.


Uh, blog entries I mean.  Sex would be more in the double figures.  Triple figures?


So, what up?


One thing I'd like to hit on.  We're not swingers.  I hate that term.  We're not involved in any clubs or anything like that.  Swingers is so '70s.  I mean, yeah, I guess we were when we met.  I mean, we tried the couples swapping and stuff like that for a bit.  

Oh, and no, we didn't meet at a swing function. 


No, we were just basically two promiscuous people who met, fell in love, and got hitched.  I mean, our style was more to find girls and the occasional guy and have some fun that way.  Of course, not long after getting married, I started traveling for my job and we started looking for playmates on our own more and more due to necessity.


Wait'll my entry on what we did on our honeymoon!  LMAO We're soooo bad!


So yeah, now we have our own little group thing going on here.  I guess technically that would be considered "swinging", although I prefer to think of it as just not being monogamous.  Maybe I'm splitting hairs.  But trust me, we're not cruising into downtown Atlanta to check out the latest hootchie-cootchie clubs.  And if you met us in the real world, you'd think we were as normal as anybody else.


The funny thing is, I haven't really scratched the surface of some of my experiences after I broke up with Jilly and before I met hubby.  I've mentioned a couple, but I'll try to get on that more!  

I had a lot of fun.  Some of the experiences are a bit hazy in my addled mind, but I remember the important stuff.  I did get busy with some married men.  That was always fun.  So were the several threesomes with married couples as well.  And the one-night stands with the ladies.....sigh.....


Funny thing is, before I had sex the first time, I was kinda scared about the whole thing!  Then I met Jilly and so much for that.  I'm working on an entry about my first time with a girl after we broke up.  That night I went out to a gay bar and met two sweet gay guys (that we still know) who would later introduce me to hubby.  And I did get laid that night.  My first one-night stand.  Fucking awesome!  One-night stands are so.....cheap....you can't NOT like them!


I also want to do an entry on how I met my incredible friend Janey.  It's a great story.  She's such a great person.  I mean, we just adore this woman.  That apartment Mitzie and Kellie live in?  That was originally planned for Janey to live in.  It's a long story, but all worked out well for her and she ended up staying in Florida with her girlfriend Allison.  

Oh, and I have to talk about meeting Lori as well.


And I have to keep up on the entries on The Black Book Girls.  That's a bit time-consuming.  I had a lot--and that's a big understatement--girlfriends when I was traveling.  I rarely slept alone.  It really eased the stress of traveling and being away from home so much.  I have two entries up already.  They're just short descriptions of the girl, any pics I have, that type of thing.  There are far too many to really go into much depth.  Luckily, many have remained friends since my travels stopped.

Back to hubby.....sheesh!  Fine, I'll clear the record up right now:  after he graduated from Cal Poly, he enrolled in the paralegal program at La Verne and earned another Bachelor's in paralegal studies.  And he got straight A's. 

Now maybe he won't feel compelled to harass his own, poor, innocent wife's blog!

Oh, by the way, he's in Florida, AGAIN!  He'll be back tomorrow. Oh well, it gave me an excuse to go to Steak N' Shake.  I like Steak N' Shake.  And just to make sure he has learned his lesson, I bought some new drapes.   

Hey, I was right by the North Point Mall anyway!  Sometimes, a girl's just gotta shop a little! 

Kellie celebrated a birthday recently!  Yay for Kellie!  Our Miss Kellie is now 21. 

So me, hubby, Mizie, Lori and Shelly took her to Pampas Steakhouse over in John's Creek.  Kellie's SOOOOOOOOOO cute.  She didn't want us to make a big deal.  So we told her we'd take her to Tampico's. 



We lied!  Ooooops!  Hey, 21 is something to celebrate!  And Mitzie, you're birthday's cummin' up soon!  So's hubby's!  Whoooooohooooooooooo!

Note to Nick:  Lori and I expect you to return emails.  We're cool with you taking time away.  But neither of us appreciate being blown off.  We've gone out of our way to accommodate you in and out of bed.  

Remember, we own your ass, bitch!

LOL Just joking.  Nick is good at keeping in touch with us.  But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't torment him at least as much as I do with my husband?  I mean, I must be consistent!  Being involved with me and Lori requires that you have a really good sense of humor!  But I'll try and behave!

And far be it from ME to try and influence Nick into coming back to his mistresses. Or, as he refers to us, "the cool Cali babe" and "the hot Florida chick."

You all know I'm not into being pushy....

And I know Lori feels the same way!

And we wouldn't EVER gang up on him!

I'm not big on this pic.  My ass looks fat, especially next to the crazy woman's!

Girl power!

Doing some work for Acme now.  Ain't that something?  LOL  Funny thing is, with Brenda's company, I'm technically considered her employee.  So they take out taxes, provide health, all that.  It feels like consulting, but I'm a regular employee. 

But the Acme stuff, and any other work I get on my own is freelancing.  And it's all good.  Except, of course, for the taxes and all that.  So hubby talked to his accountant out in California and she's going to handle all that for me.  This is good.  I hate trying to figure all that shit out.

I'm also getting contract work from other people/companies as well.  A lot is coming from people I met while working for Acme.  Some are former Acme employees who have moved on to other companies, and some are former clients of Acme.  Note:  I do not, and would never, solicit or work for any current Acme clients unless Acme granted permission.

Never burn bridges.

So I figured I'd better get advice on managing this consulting stuff.  And for once, my hubby proved useful.  About fucking time!

Hehehehehehe.

Ryan met--and somehow managed to keep his grubby mitts off of this lady--way back when he started doing paralegal stuff back in the 1890's (snicker).  He was actually in kind of the same situation I am now.  He would take assignments from legal staffing agencies (and pay through the nose) and get work on this side.  He met Lydia--who's in her early forties--about that time.

She had just gotten passed her CPA exam and wanted to start her own small practice.  Ryan met her at some Small Business Administration seminar.  True to form, he told her that he'd be happy to be her first client when she started her practice up.

And now, I'm one too.  This lady's is supah-awesome smart!  I actually met her while we were still in California.  Nice, knows her stuff, all that.  So I chatted with her on the phone and she gave me a ton of advice on what I'd need in addition to her services.  Her practice specializes in small businesses. 

Lydia rocks!  Yay for Lydia!

So you know how I keep saying never mix bidness with pleasure?  Yeah, okay then.  Here's why.

A couple of weeks ago, I flew up to NYC for a day of meetings.  I got there, checked in with my girl Brenda, and we talked for a bit in her conference room, going over a project I was on.  And who should walk in but a gentleman I had a one-night stand with many, many years ago.

Anyway, I'll go into that another time.  But we recognized each other and managed to keep it all smooth and cool.  When Brenda got up to take a call, Jerry and I were, needless to say, a bit uncomfortable.

He said, "Uh, well, uh....."
I said, "Uh, yeah...."

Then we both started laughing.

Jerry never worked for Acme.  I met him at a training seminar in Chicago, and well, dinner led to sex.  He was a great guy.  He was married and worked for a rather large automobile manufacturer (as opposed to a rather small automobile manufacturer).

And he fucked like a porn star.  Or porned like a fuck star.

Anyway, now he's also working for Brenda.  He done got a golden parachute, too!  He's no longer in T & D, having gotten into information technology a few years ago.  Actually, he was always an IT guy, but was in the training end of it.  So I should say he's gotten back into the nuts and bolts of it.  He never really did like T&D. 

So we agreed to meet for lunch.  I had some extra time before my flight left.  Jerry had his meeting with Brenda and we met up later.  We had to clear the air.

I mean, back then, it was, hey, great time, baby.  See you never again.  That type of thing. Remember what I said earlier about one-night stands?  Well, sometimes you have to be a bit jaded when the morning comes.  Odd thing was, I was the first girl he had cheated on his wife with.  But when the sun rose, he just smiled, showered, got dressed, and gave me a big hug and a thank you.


Then he left to catch his plane.  A couple of hours later (I was staying an extra day), I received a bouquet of flowers.  I was impressed, I must say.  Not bad for a rookie!  And the flowers were so, so sweet.  After getting them, I was a tiny bit less jaded.


A tiny bit.  That night, a lovely brunette named Cindy spent the night with me.  I met her at the hotel bar.  She was a software sales chick.  Married, bi, and her hubby didn't have a clue.  I'm so glad I never had to hide that from my hubby.  I had guys break up with me when I told them I was bisexual.  I expected him too, as well.  I was so cynical then.


Anyway, shit happens on the road, folks.  Trust me on this.  I've seen some really wild stuff from people I would never suspect of being wild. 


Here's the weird thing.  When you spend so much time on the road, sure, you get into routines.  You get comfortable at certain hotels, certain restaurants, and all that.  I knew the nice gay bars to find a woman when I wanted one.  


And it's almost like living two lives.  You have your work/traveling life and your home life.  And boy, for some people, they get to the point where it's so bad, they're never as comfortable at home as they are on the road.  


That never happened to me.  I always knew where my real life was, whether I was in London, Chicago, Phoenix, or Seattle.  I--we-- managed to bridge this gap by constantly staying in touch.  I always--always--knew what he was up to, who he was with,and what he was doing.  And vice-versa.  We always touched base five, six times a day, minimum.

Just because I was used to being away from home--and having my share of sex partners--didn't mean I liked it.  I always preferred being home.  That way, I had hubby AND girls!  Definitely yay for me!



Anyway, now things have changed for me and Jerry.  We're going to run into each other.  So we met up and we grabbed lunch.  We laughed about what a great time we had--and baby, it was great!--but that a repeat performance couldn't be in the cards.   

Good lunch, too.  It was so nice seeing him again.  He was always a sweet guy and treated me well. And it was nice to finally thank him for those flowers!

Doesn't it figure though?  I mean, I fuck 1,000 women on the road (okay, that's an exaggeration) and hardly any guys--and he's the one I run into.  Sheesh.  And since our projects will probably overlap in the future, it's a good thing we both agreed that what happened in the past stays there.   

Sorta like Las Vegas.

Remember me talking about Ariana in my last entry?  Well, since I'm uploading pics, here's one of her!

SO CUTE!  I just love her!

I'm out of here!  Take it easy, Lexeconomists!  Be back soon!

Time For Another Entry

If I look confused, it's only because someone asked me to add 2 + 2.

This was taken a couple of years ago, on my last business trip to Spain.  I loved that country!  The people, the food, the tradition, the countryside, architecture, everything!  Of course, I rarely got to travel there.  Don't that figure?  LOL 

NOT yay for me!

The pic was taken by a sweetie named Ariana, who was the manager for the client's office I was auditing/evaluating (which is a fancy way of saying I gave the office a refresher course!)  Ariana took it upon herself to be my official guide for that week.  LOL  What a doll.  And no....she wasn't a Black Book Girl!

Remember, never mix business with pleasure!

Anyway, we were at dinner one night and she was asking if I was married, all that.  I told her I was.  She looked at me and said, "He loves you a lot, no?"  Her accent was adorable!  And I told that he did love me.  Then she sighed.  "I haven't found a boy who loves me alot."  This girl was insanely pretty and I was shocked that guys weren't lined up around the block just to ask her out.  I smiled and told her to give it time, that she would.

We kept in touch after that trip, on and off.  Emails here and there.  About a year after we met, she took another job.  It was a nice step up for her in position and salary.  She's still there and very happy.

Anyway, last week, she called me up.  "You were right, Alexandra!  You were right!"  I asked her what I was right about.  Since I'm right about everything, I needed her to be more specific!    "I DID find a boy who loves me!  He asked me to marry him!" 

I was always amazed that a 27 year-old girl would want to spend her free time keeping some weird blond from the U.S. company every night for dinner.  But she did.  I think she thought I was nervous to be in a foreign country by myself.  I had to  

Not gonna let two months pass us by again!  Like I said in my last entry, that was simply inexcusable! 

Soooooooooooooo....what's new?

Explain this to me:  hubby screws around in high school, so-so student.  Screws around in college; so-so student.  Then after getting a Bachelor's degree in communications, decides that he doesn't want to go into journalism.  So he enrolls at La Verne and gets some paralegal training.  A year and a half later, he has another degree, this time in Legal Studies.

Along the course of several months, he takes legal assignments and eventually opens his own free-lance paralegal service.  He has sex with co-workers and clients along the way, and within a year is able to pick and choose whatever assignment he deigns worthy of his genius.  He does so well he decides that becoming a lawyer would not be good, because, and I quote, "Lawyers suck."

He's always worked his own hours, dragged his ass out of bed to work whenever he felt like it, tormented attorneys who have given him business, and taken time off whenever he's wanted to.

And since the first day I've known him, he's had attorneys begging for his services.
Oh, and you want to know why he majored in Communications at Cal Poly?  Because, and I quote, "It was the easiest subject to get a degree in."

Okay.  Me?  Graduate high school at 16.  Get my BA and MA by the time I'm 21.  Start interning at Acme when I'm 16, and then start working part-time there when I'm 18 and full-time when I'm 20.  Bust my ass, rarely miss days.  Never mix business with pleasure.  Do anything and everything asked of me. 

And now.....we're pretty much in the same place career-wise.  Scratch that.  He's actually doing better!   Could somebody explain this shit to me?  Seriously?  His practice is built up to the point where he gets serious scratch for his services.  Me, I'm just kinda starting out in this consulting deal, taking what Brenda assigns me.

I'm not complaining.  I love the new gig.  But fuck, I'm kinda thinking that my hubby's a lot smarter than I've ever given him credit for.  That or he's luckier than a four-leaf clover.

Probably a combination of both.

Enough of HIM!  Let's move on!

Oh, and Acme?  Some of the diddly-duds that remain there asked if I wanted to do some contract work for them.  Let me get this straight:  you bought all my stock, paid me all that severance pay, cashed out my remaining vacation pay, all that....

So I could do some work on the side for you?  Just when I thought I was free...YOU PULL ME BACK IN!

What the fuck.....why not?  If they wanna pay me straight-up, then I'm cool with that!  I could squeeze them in between my work from Brenda.  It's pretty simple stuff and only a few hours a week.  Why not?  I love sex, but have a healthy respect for money.  Money buys me clothes.  I like clothes.

At first, I really didn't want to do it.  It was all a bit too soon after leaving Acme.  I may make fun of my old job title, but it was still pretty cool.  Going from Associate Vice-President to......contract worker.....ehhhhhhh......

Yeah, yeah.  I have an ego.  I admit it.

Hubby just groaned.  "You pretentious bitch," he said.  Then he hit me with an empty Pabst Blue Ribbon bottle, rendering me with temporary amnesia.  I then wandered around downtown Atlanta, looking for stripper jobs.  I was hired at Go-Go-A-Pussy, where I gave lap dances for twenty a pop.  It was a long month, I tell you.

I sure made that motorcycle gang happy, I tell you.

Okay, none of that happened.  What he DID say was, "Get used to that.  You're a consultant now.  Freelancer.  Hired gun.  Get over the whole title thing.  And get naked."

Ugh.  Don't mind the "consultant" label.  It's got some juice to it.  But that "freelance" word....meh.  I've always had that corporate paycheck to lean on.  And even though Brenda gets me some serious work, it's a little weird.  Hubby says it's the best of both worlds.  I get the steady work a company would give me, but have the flexibility of a self-employed person.

The hired gun reference....kinda cool.  I totally would've rocked the wild west.  I would've been a pistol-packing mama.  Woulda been the first chick sheriff in history, taken care of Miss Lori's saloon and brothel, and kept Dodge City clean. 

Miss Mitzie and Miss Kellie would've run the town's hotel.  Miss Shelly would've been the town vet (Dr. Shelly, Animal Medicine Woman), and my hubby would, well, probably been beaten up by the other men in town for letting us get so much control.

Speaking of my father, which, of course, I wasn't, he just retired.  Mom's still a vet, but will turning more and more of the practice over to her partner in the next year or two.  Watch out, Texas.....Dad's gonna be on the loose!  LOL 

I'd like to add that I still think I'm a fucking rock star.  But in a more humble way.  I just play bass instead of lead guitar.

I should really just open up my own bidness....call it Sexy Lexie's Ulitmate Training (SLUT).

As hubby likes to say about himself, "I'm funny."

Let's talk about another man....little, pathetic man.....not worthy of women like Lori and mahself.....

Fuck you, Nick.  Pussy.  Needing some down time.  Worried about your wife getting suspicious!  Pussy!  Can't handle REAL women like me and Lori?

LOL  Yeah, he called me a couple days ago.  Just needed some away time from me and Miss Lori.  Of course, I busted his ass about it for several minutes.   Heeheehhehehehe. 

We love you, Nick!  And since it was mostly Lori and I who were molesting your nice, hard cock.....I guess we're to blame.....just us....sniff sniff.....it's all our fault....

It's tough being a bisexual sex diva.  It really is.

Actually, the reason he needs a little time away is more about family obligations (I was joking about the wife getting suspicious).  Those, of course, take precedence over any adult fun.  Won't be too long, I hope.  I also think he needs a little "guilt time". 

Sigh.....what is there to feel guilty about?  So he has two little sex nymphs on the side?  So what?  And yes, Lori and I double-teamed him a few times.  But don't try this at home:  we're experts.

Nick comes here....he knows we love to tease him.  And he DOES manage to email his two bitches to make sure we are properly attended to!  Even while he's away, he must maintain us high-maintenance chicks by telling us how wonderful we are and how he truly adores us.  It'd be nice if he bought us two high-end sports cars, but he refuses to. 

I'll tell you this:  Lori's ass alone warrants a Mustang convertable! 

As for Nick, personally, I think a little fucky-wucky on the side can actually help a marriage.  I'm sure it helped Nick's.  He was happier.  That meant she had a happy hubby.  Whole happier home. 

I think hubby and I coulda done the whole monogamy thing.  And one day, we just might.  And we'd still be together, either way.

Especially now.  I need him to help me figure out all the ins and outs of this "hired gun" stuff.  I mean, I gotta balance the freelance stuff with Brenda, who's technically my employer.  It's all such a clusterfuck. 

So Tiger Woods is in a sex addiction clinic?  Are you fucking kidding me?  I know this is usually Bucaneer Lori territory--being sports and all--, but I feel compelled to comment.

HAHAHAHAHHAHA!  BULLSHIT!  You got caught, Tiger, baby!  Dude, if Elin wasn't down with all this shit, why did you even bother to get married?  I mean, shit, a little bit here and there, I get that.  But a famous dude like you tapping 20 or whatever women.....are you nuts?

All you had to do was stay single and bang all the girls you wanted!  Dumbass!  Hey, at lease hubby and I are HONEST about what we do!  Either you or Elin's full of shit, and I think it's YOU.

One more thing:  I hope your kid enjoys all that future embarrassment.

Ah, but you have an "illness"?  Get hooked on drugs, it's an illness.  Eat too much?  Illness!  Get hooked on crack?  Illness!  Go to rehab and you're cured!  Uh huh.  Four weeks, and good as new.  Righhhhhhhhhht.

We've bastardized that word.  Habits and addictions aren't illnesses.  Bad choices are bad choices.  Don't dress up stupidity by throwing that word over it.  Don't put perfume on a pig.  We've become a pissy, bedwetting society that likes to excuse dumb choices by looking for excuses. 

Whatever happened to just saying, "I fucked up?"  Whatever happened to just copping to something; to owning it?  I remember a time when people's weaknesses, be it stealing, cheating, getting high, whatever, weren't blamed on "society".

There's no cure for stupid, folks.  And Tiger is gonna find out that more and more people agree with me than with whatever bullshit he spits out when he finally grows a pair and talks about his hypocritical lifestyle versus his good-guy image.  I'd have a ton more respect for this asshole had he just come out and addressed this like a man instead of hiding.

No, he wanted his privacy respected.  Fuck you, little man.   You made millions upon millions in endorsements on your image.  You whored that image out for money.  I'm cool with that.  I woulda done the same thing.  You woulda been stupid not to.  But you don't get to cry about privacy when you're one of the most famous athletes in the fucking world. 

You don't get to cry about privacy when you acted in a reckless and foolish way.  Sorry, you don't get it both ways.  You enjoy the finest of everything due to your fame.  Nobody forced you to go out and fuck around.  Yeah, hubby and I play, but we don't LIE ABOUT IT!  And, genius, we ain't famous.

You?  You run away to some stupid clinic.  Yeah, we all believe none of this was your fault.  You have an "illness".  You couldn't help yourself.  You're "sick".

LMAO Okay, baby.  Nobody's buying it.

I watched a CSI Miami marathon on A&E earlier.  I love CSI Miami!  Digging on Natalia and Calleigh!  They could dust me for fingerprints anytime they wanted!  Yeah!  Now I'm watching House on Bravo.  House rocks.  I dig that Cuddy--she's mondo hot!

Anyway, the more I get to know Ashley A-Bomb, the more I just love her!  Ashley is the girl Leslie and Didi brought with them a couple months ago when we had that big get-together.  Here's a few pics of this cutie-puss!

I'm working on my entry on how I met J-Press, but I'll post a few of her, since I'm already posting.  Besides, pics of A-Bomb Ash and Janine?  How can you go wrong?

Happy New Year!

I like candy.  I like candy a lot!

A month and a half since my last entry?  Inexcusable!  Simply inexcusable!  Especially when you consider that mah love-bitch, Lori, beat me in having the first post of 2010!  That coming on the heels of my devasting loss in the Whore Of Alpharetta competition!

Fine, so technically Lori's my hubby's love-bitch.  Whaaaaaaaateverrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!

Getting my feet wet with the new job.  I lovvvvvvve working from home. 

Bev's been joining us for threesomes on a regular basis now.  She's much more comfortable being with hubby and I and definitely more comfortable with girl/girl interaction.  That's definitely a good thing for me.  LOL

So what else?

Oh.....Nick....yeah....

Fucking his brains out.  LOL  He's a good boyfriend, for sure.  It's been a longgggggg time since I had a guy on the side--so to speak--and I'm taking advantage.  Of course, I should thank Lori.  But let's face it--she had ulterior motives.  She wanted more time with my hubby.  I mean....how self-serving is THAT?

Next time she has her head between my legs, I'll show HER!

Anyway, she's come up a few times and played with hubby, me, and Nick.  It's always fun to get together with them.  Yeah, we're weird.  But group sex is a blast.  And I love being watched while having sex.

Anyway, i've started that side blog of my black book girls.  Click here to check it out.  i've added it to the front page under my Lexenomic Links section.  This will really be a labor of love.  Those girls really kept me company on the road.  i was really lucky to meet so many of these wonderful women.  Many were not only lovers, but good friends.

Okay, I'm a bit promiscuous.  LOL

Not much went on to start the new year off.  We just kicked back and watched some football.  We're really not big partiers, as surprising as that may sound.  

Several years ago in Miami.

With a girl I dated for a couple of weeks, Hailey,

at Lake Arrowhead in August, 1989.

As I mentioned earlier, Lori does indeed have a new entry on her blog.  She also posted a ton of pics of her with another girl.  Fucking hot.  Sex is great, and the more you get, the more you want!  Those pics got me pretty wet, I'll tell you that.  

Gettin' ready to do my wifely duty!  LOL

"Too cold, too cold!"  LOL  January, 1990, my senior year.  A friend tried to convince me to come to the University of Michigan to do my grad work.  Beautiful campus, but I elected to stay in California.

Huntington Beach, April 1995.  Hubby and I always preferred

the beach in the Spring when there were less crowds.

August, 1997.  Hubby and I went down to Lake Elsinore one weekend.  These two girls were goofing around and whistling at Ryan so I dared them to flash us.  They said, "You first," so I obliged.  They held up their end of the bargain.  They took my pic, too.  Oh, and even though they aren't pictured, their boyfriends got a nice view of my breasts.  Hey, I ain't shy!  LOL  I'm just glad their boyfriends were good sports about them whistling at my hubby!

This is a "comfort pic" for me.  Brings back nice memories.  The couple above are Jared and Denise.  Jared is Jilly's cousin and Denise was his girlfriend and future wife.  Sweet, lovely, wonderful people!  I just adored them!  They were so supportive of Jilly and I and were so nice!  I had just started dating Jillie when she introduced me to Jared.  He pulled me aside and said, "Jillie says she loves you.  So I do too."  Imagine what that meant to a nervous 16 year-old girl.

Howdy Hi!

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.