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.

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.