There's something about bubbly lesbians that really turns me on. One of Mrs friends had a little birthday drop-in at a really awesome house in the sticks. The birthday girl works in a profession that seems to attract a large percentage of lesbians. There were at least 2 couples there and probably 4 or 5 other single lesbians. The birthday girl is straight. In fact, she's got a Mrs Robinson thing going on with a 22 year old. Most of the lesbians fit the stereotypical butch type. There were two in particular who were pretty cute. Sadly, one had a partner there. Leaving only one of any real interest. I know this makes me a chauvanist pig, but throughout the entire day I imagined her on all fours while I pounded her from behind.

She had to be strung out on something though. The crowd leaned towards the athletic. Apparently, sports were on the agenda. I threw the football with one girl. Then someone organized a volleyball game. I had the cute lesbian on my team. This girl was everywhere. If she was on the back corner (serve) position and the ball landed at the net near the front left corner, somehow she would've managed to throw her body across the entire court to miss that ball. Maybe even knocking a few of her own teammates over. She laughed manically after every play. Especially the ones where she threw herself across the court, and wiffed it.

Sadly, this was the highlight of my weekend. I have a big work project coming up and needed to do some testing over the weekend. Things started off wrong and I ended up scrambling to get things back on track. I worked before and after the birthday party. Then on and off throughout the night until the wee hours of the morning. I got up early Sunday to actually do the testing I scrambled to set up Saturday. By the time I was finished with the testing, the rain started. Hard. Which killed my trip to the range to test out my toy. Damnit! It'll be at least 3 weeks before I get a chance to shoot it.

Mrs and I had uneventful and uninspired sex. At least to me. I know she came several times. I think holding out on her all this time was good for her. I went down on her for about 30 seconds before she pulled me back up. I wouldn't let her have it that easily. So I teased her nipples for a while. She started shivering and bucking and I'm pretty sure she came just from that much to my surprise. She kept trying to push my hips with her legs so that I was positioned to enter her. I held out and kept playing with her nipples. Finally, I pushed my cock into her slowly. Then I pulled almost completely out, to the point where just the very tip of the head was still touching her pussy. She grunted like she was frustrated and tried to use her legs to pull me back inside. I held out and teased her nipples some more all the while with the tip of my cock teasing her lips. If she wasn't going to let me go down on her, then I wasn't going to make it easy on her either. Every once in a while I'd slide in just an inch or two, then almost completely pull out again. Finally I started getting bored with the game and buried myself completely. She dug her heels into my ass and held on as she started to shake. I just held myself buried until she stopped. Then I started, slowly at first, sliding my cock in and out. She started using her heels on my ass to get me to go faster. So I pounded away. After about 20 seconds she gave a short, bark/grunt and dug her nails into my back and shook violently.

At lunch the other day all the guys were talking about their wives. My boss said his wife doesn't really care if he goes down on her or not. She just wants him to fuck her. That's all she wants. Evidently, she wants it a lot too. He's just like me and loves oral sex and is also frustrated. I read so much where women aren't able to orgasm while just fucking. They need the other play to get them there. Many have written that it's not necessary to orgasm to have satisfying sex and they enjoy it whether there is other play or not. It just seems to me that if you have a partner who really loves playing then why not? It's one thing if your partner isn't into oral sex or whatever and you are satisfied with good sex even if you don't cum. But to have someone who really wants to play, who wants you to cum multiple times, why not? It must be the "goal oriented" male thing in me that can't understand it.

Of course, Mrs just may not enjoy oral sex anymore. She used to. Is it true that vibrators make it harder to cum other ways? Could she be desensitized? Obviously she can cum, and more than once. But it bores the hell out of me. Hell, it's not even so much oral sex as it is just playing in general. Anytime I try, she pulls on my arm or whatever to get me on top of her. Teasing her the way I did was just that, teasing her. I wasn't really enjoying things any more than if I just climbed on and pumped away. I was just being passive agressive because she didn't want to play.

Well, I rambled on WAY too long. I had an interesting/disturbing dream I was going to talk about. Maybe I'll bring it up again later.

Tap tap tap.... in thing on... Check.... Check.. ONE.... TWO....

I used to be in a band. I always wondered at what point "Check.. Check" was defined by IEEE as the standard test for sound systems. Does anyone know what standard that would be? 803.21....

Either I'm incredibly boring, too much of an ass, or everyone already knows everything about me. No questions. Hmm..

This weekend looks to be blissfully uneventful. Well... Mrs Birthday is today. We're doing the usual family outing to a local restaurant. We've decided to get each other furniture for the Movie room for our birthdays (mine is a few weeks away). I'll get her a card with $100 to go towards the fund. Really we only need a couch. The room is mostly consumed by equipment. So a couch and maybe an end table will do. The rest of the "furnishings" will be paint.

I think Sunday I'm going to try out my new toy. I mentioned a few times over the last couple of weeks my "obsession". Well I've been building a gun. I have several already (being the good southern redneck that I am). But I thought it'd be cool to put one together. It's interesting to me because you really get to know the inner workings when you have to put spring A on part B yourself.

I built an AR15. For people who don't know, it's the civilian version of an M16. The reason I chose this particular model is because, well, when it comes to building one, there isn't much else to build. There are a few models out there. But most require a fair amount of metal work. The rest are either 60 year old models (M1 Garand etc) or foreign models (AK47, FN FAL etc). Since it's a military spec weapon, there are tons of manufacturers out there who make parts. When I say "build", I don't mean I went out in my workshop and milled away at raw metal. I purchased parts and assembled. Anyway, I finally finished it last week and haven't had a chance to shoot it. I think I'll go try it out Sunday. If I never post again, you'll know it blew up on me.

In other parts of pluff land, my opportunity to play is starting to come together. It will most likely be short lived. But it should be a blast while it lasts. I'm looking forward to it as I'm currently climbing the fucking walls!!

Nothing exciting going on right now. I will have an opportunity for a lot of play in the next few weeks. But for now, nothing good. So I'm taking a cue from other bloggers. Thus begins the question and answer period. I'll answer any question anyone wants to post. Feel free to fire away.

Ugh what a weekend! Family in town. Travelled long distances for little relative's birthday. It all happened too fast and I'm back at work already. Damnit!

I'm prone to my own stupid moments. You know, where say... you close a door and haven't quite gotten your head out of the way and smack yourself in the face kind of moments. So I'm not imune. But this one is too funny to let go (it's not mine btw).

I got home from work Fri. As I've said, life has been hell with Mrs because of work. As I walked in the door she was standing in the kitchen near tears. She had another really bad day (I don't think there have been any 'good' days in a month or so). She started telling me about it. Being the wonderful husband that I am, I listened intently. Then she said "To top it off C's CD finally came in and it's defective!!". Mrs had ordered a great new release that is all the rage of every parental type web site out there. I'm sure you parents know the one. It was just released and has been either back ordered for months OR everyone was scrambling to pre-order it. I would say the name but I really don't want some parent doing research on it to end up here through a google search. Stranger things have shown up in the stats. Anyway, it came in and is evidently defective. Mrs went on to say "I put in in my computer and it didn't work. Then I tried it in my car and it still didn't work!! I'm so PISSED off right now!!". So I asked "Do you have the case?" Mrs said "In my car" and she walked out and got it. I took a few minutes to look it over. You know, for any obvious defects, scratches, fingerprints. I didn't see any. Then I walked into the movie room and popped it in the DVD PLAYER and the VIDEO played just fine! That was a good 30 minutes of laughing right there. Can you imagine Mrs returning this thing, then having to have a conversation with customer service?!

Mrs: This is the SECOND one I got that doesn't work. I'd really like to get my money back and file a complaint about the quality of your products!
CS Rep: Mam, can you describe what happens when you play it?
Mrs: Well I tried it on my computer and it didn't do anything. Then I tried it in my car and nothing!
CS Rep: Did you notice any scratches or fingerprints?
Mrs: No
CS Rep: And you don't get any picture at all?
Mrs: Picture?
CS Rep: What kind of player do you have in your car?
Mrs: The standard CD player that comes with the car
CS Rep: Mam, you ordered a DVD. You'll need a DVD player to watch this video.
Mrs: Oh... uuuhhh..... thanks (CLICK)

At least Mrs was good natured about it. She got out of her bad mood.

Average Joe gave me an idea for a post (since there's nothing much else going on). Although, this isn't nearly as good as his. This is one of my great "Oh shit" moments. In hindsight it's funny as hell from a purely comedic standpoint. I think the TBS guys would give a "Go ahead and laugh" to it.

The ex-Mrs and I had split up after the 3rd time I caught her fucking another guy. I never actually caught her, as in, walked in on her. But I'd find letters or catch her in a lie and it would become apparent. We lived in separate residences for a month or so "cooling off". Then we decided to "date" to try to work things out. She had an apartment. I'd go over 4 or 5 nights a week and we'd have dinner or I'd play with the dog etc. This went on for about 3 months. This whole time we never had sex once. Not a single time. We'd fool around a bit. But every time we'd start to get close she'd put on the brakes. I don't think I even spent the night once. She NEVER came to the house. I started going over less and less. We'd talk a few times a week. I'd go by maybe once or so. It was becoming apparent to me that she was still fooling around.

About this time I started working with a new group of people. One of them was pretty attractive. She was married with a 6 month old boy. I had to take a trip with the group for a week. Married Woman went too. We had a blast. The whole group spent a lot of time in the bar drinking and laughing our asses off. After we all got back from the trip, we all decided to go out to happy hour. Up to this point, MW hadn't put out any "vibes" at all. We ALL had a good time. As the happy hour started winding down and people left, I found myself sitting at the bar talking to MW. Then next thing I knew, we were kissing. Then I walked her to the parking lot. She was groping and kissing. She left without anything else happening. I was left wondering "what the fuck was that" the rest of the weekend.

The following monday MW and I started have long discussions via e-mail and phone about what the hell happened and why. I didn't really know her that well at the time. She was married and that was taboo for me. She told me about how unhappy her marriage was and how her child was a last ditch effort to save it (poor kid). The conversations eventually led to her propositioning me. I turned her down repeatedly telling her that the marriage thing was taboo for me. During this time I was working from home a lot. I had too many projects going on at work and I needed focus time away from people and distractions (Ha!). One day there was a knock at my door. It was MW. We started talking on the couch.... then it went to kissing... then the next thing I knew we were having the most amazing, mind blowing sex of my life (so much for my morals).

The ex-Mrs and I were becoming more and more distant at this point. I had all but given up on working things out but was still going through the motions. We'd dropped to going out once a week. One night, I was at the ex's apartment. We had a very dull evening and were sitting on the couch. One thing led to another and we ended up in bed. Except this time, we actually had sex. I never felt so dirty in my life. It was like the Ex was doing it just as a "last attempt" at saving the marriage. I did it because for a split second, I thought we had a chance to salvage it. And I do mean split second. She was stiff and frigid. I've discussed my fear of feeling like I've forced someone to do something they didn't want to. This was as close to realizing my fears (at least it felt like it to me) as I've ever come. This was my own wife. And I felt like a complete stranger. I didn't go over the next week.

So fast forward about 3 weeks. MW and I pretty much fucked our brains out during lunch. EVERYWHERE. In her office. At my house. In her mini-van in a parking garage. We even snuck over to her house at lunch and fucked on her living room floor. One day we were at my house going at it when I hear the front door slam. MW's eyes were as wide as saucers. I said "Oh shit. It's ex Mrs". I jumped out of bed about the time our dog came bursting in the door. About 2 seconds after that the ex-Mrs came bursting in the door. At this point, I was standing in the middle of the bedroom, naked, my dick still covered with MW's juice and VERY limp looking around and realizing MW had disappeared. So, doing my best to think quickly on my feet and realizing that, at least at first glance I was alone, I said "What?" Ex-Mrs shouted "Come on!" to the dog and they both took off. Of course, it dawned on me later that her purse was in the living room and her CAR was in the drive way. I stood there for about 10 seconds thinking of all the ways I could "salvage" this. Then it dawned on me, "where the fuck was MW". She pulled a disappearing trick even David Copperfield would've been proud of. I walked over to the bathroom. She wasn't there. Peeked under the bed. Nothing. I walked over to the closet and opened the door. MW was standing there, butt naked, eyes WIDE, clutching her clothes in an attempt to cover herself. I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing. She wasn't so amused.

Of course, about 30 seconds later we were back in bed. I mean, at that point, you may as well.

Valentines day has come and gone. Thank God! It's the one "holiday" I really can't stand. It's not that I don't enjoy showing how much I love someone. It's just the whole this is so... invented. The whole marketing ploy. "Buy your special someone a diamond necklace for Valentine's day". It's different than Christmas or Mother's day. Christmas has it roots in religion and centuries of belief even if it has been turned into a massive sales/marketing bonanza. Mother's day, well, anyone who has ever watched their child come into this world.... enough said. But this holiday is so contrived. But Mrs made it clear she at least wanted a card. So that's what she got... from me. From C she got a card and a teddy bear (it would've been chocolate but she'd dieting and I thought it would've been cruel).

That was about the extent of the day. I took video of Mrs, mouth agape, drooling, AND snoring to commemorate the day. This would be around... say.... 8:30ish. Maybe I'll pop this in the next time Mrs wants to watch a movie. Heh... I'm an evil bastard!

I cleaned a few links and added a few new ones to the blogroll. I really hate seeing the same shit day after day for months. I cleaned a few who rarely update. Entertaining as they may be when they do, it's the variety in my sad little life that I crave. So farewell those that were unlinked. Nothing personal. No reflections of distaste or anything negative. I'm sure I'll still pop in on occasion to see what's new. I'm sure you're crying in your beer at this very moment over the drop in coverage :)

Check out Life of a Demure College Student. It's a combination of a traditional blog and a photo blog. I'm not sure why but it fascinates me. Also take a peek at Margaritaville. Jamie is a no-nonsense cut the crap kind of girl. Very interesting reading. Lastly, I added Diary of an Affair, an interesting female point of view of an affair.

Pool night was awesome! It was one of the best nights I've had in a really long time.

Before I left for the bar I got a package I've been waiting for for a long time. Some time when I have less pressing things to talk about I'll explain my latest hobby/obsession. For now I'll just say waiting for this has been killing me and when it arrived it lived up to expectations.

We played a really cool team who were truly fun to shoot. I pounded their highest rated player in 9 ball. Actually, it wasn't so much a pounding in reality as much as it looked like one on paper. We were pretty close to even. But the way the handicaps work it meant I pounded him on the score sheet. To the point where my win gave us enough of a margin to lose more matches than the other team, but win on overall points. Pat myself on the back.

Then I had an incredibly interesting time with a beautiful woman. We were talking about all kinds of things. Eventually we had a conversation about sex. She recently had a threesome with her husband and another woman. Being the male pig that I was, I was all ears. We talked about that some. I got a blow by blow to a point. There was a vibrator involved. Also got my attention. Then she told me she had just come from the girls house right before she came to the bar. Again, I was all ears. She said "Does my breath smell like pussy?" and leaned in. Of course, I had to press. I don't remember how it came up, but an offer to fuck was made. I had the impression she wouldn't go through with it. Or she thought I wouldn't. If you've read a lot of this blog you know that's the best way TO get me to do something. Give me an explicit or implied challenge and I'll do whatever just to prove you wrong. So I said ok. She said lets go to your truck. I told the gang I'd be right back and we left. We got in the truck. I started it up. As we were driving through the lot I said "I have absolutely no plan and no idea where to go." She replied "Why don't you just drive" as she slid over beside me. I drove up to a red light. While I waited for the light to turn green she reached over, undid my belt and the next thing I knew she was sucking my cock. I immediately turned into a neighborhood and started driving around really slowly. I have no idea where we ended up. I think I almost blew her head off when I came. It was awesome.

When we got back to the bar the team was giving me hell. I guess Work C was expecting me to shoot the last match. I walked in as he was starting instead of me. He was a little bit miffed. I didn't care at all.

She left after a bit. Then I ran into a guy I used to party with right after I split up with my ex-wife. I hadn't seen him in something like 6 or 7 years. So we started shooting the shit. We ended up hanging out for a long time having a ball like we used to in the old days. It turns out his team is in our division and we play them next week. I expect next week will be a blast as well. Maybe not as good as this one. I think it'd be hard to top this one.

I've been catching absolute hell all day today. Apparently, the guys were all sitting off to the side putting dialog in my mouth while I was talking to the girl. They have no idea what we talked about or more importantly what we did. I just laugh along and am the affable butt of their jokes. If they only knew. I made up some bullshit story as to what we were doing while I was gone. I don't know if they bought it or not. I don't really care. I do know that it's driving Work C nuts though. He asked me this morning if I got a blow job. I'm sticking to my story whether he believes it or not. Which I'm sure is driving him even more crazy. So that's a bonus right there.

Now I'm starting to crash. I got a call from work about something that was broken. It wasn't urgent so I opted to deal with it when I got home. I ended up staring at the screen until 3:00am trying to figure out if I even had a problem or not. Between the convuluted set up, the beer, and the exhaustion I couldn't make everything click into that one moment of understanding. Nothing was actually broken so it really seemed to be a case of the reporting mechanism being broken and nothing actually being broken. I finally crashed.

Today it's all I can do to sit here without falling asleep. I guess I'll spend the next 6 days recovering.

Oh I woke up in a horrible mood today! I should clarify, I went to bed in a foul mood which made me wake up in an even fouler one. Let's go even further back, it really started yesterday afternoon. Warning... a rant follows. Feel free to skip. I won't be offended.

Ever since we moved into our new house, things have been tight financially. I've been living paycheck to paycheck. I'm not overly concerned. I did this years ago and after a few years things settled down. You get raises. You pay off this card, car, whatever. There are things that will get better after a year or two. In the meantime, it doesn't take a whole lot to derail the finances. C's daycare is one of them. I am fully committed to giving C the best head start she can get. I've read and read and researched child development and it seems obvious to me, the more stimulation and exposure to skills they get when they are young... REALLY young, the better off they are later. So I have C in one of best developmental programs available. The only one better in our area was over $1,000/month. As it is, her school isn't far behind.

I participate in a pre-tax daycare spending account. Her daycare comes right off my taxable income. The downside is, you have to file paperwork to use it. Until the paperwork is filed, I'm paying for daycare twice. Once to the actual daycare. Then once when the money is withheld from my paycheck to go into the account. You file paperwork to get that money back OUT of the account.

Recently, I've been barely able to keep up with bills. I'm behind on a few and can't seem to get caught up or ahead. Yesterday afternoon I sat down and started pouring over my accounts trying to figure out why I'm suddenly unable to get ahead when before Christmas I was running along without any problems. Then it hit me. I haven't been reimbursed for any of the pre-tax daycare money. Mrs drops off and picks up C. It's her job to get the paperwork from C's school and file it. So I called her. She said nonchalantly, "Oh I haven't had a spare second to file the paperwork". While we were on the phone she got online and checked the status of the account. "Hmmm... there's about $700 in there for this year". I asked her when she'd have a second to file it. Her response was "I'm SOO swamped with work I just don't know." To which I replied "I have a $370 power bill waiting at the house that I can't pay for right now. Would you have a second if our power got cut off?"

This was not the right thing to say evidently. Mrs went off on a tirade about how stressful her job is and how this was the worst day she's ever had (compared to the previous 5 'worst' days she's ever had). Now I'm sympathetic to how much stress she's under. It isn't easy dealing with 500 volunteers a day. Especially since they are volunteering for a social cause and not any kind of humanitarian cause. They aren't organizing blood drives for the Red Cross or anything. But all 500 of these people ACT like they are. Anyway, I understand where she's coming from. But to put THIS in front of our family pisses me off. Especially when all you have to do is fax the paperwork in. You only have to fill out 3 boxes and the school does 2 of them.

This whole thing came up because it was the Mrs-in-Law's birthday. We were to take her out to dinner and pick up the tab. Which I discovered I couldn't afford. Was Mrs upset that I couldn't pay the power bill? No. She was pissed at ME because I couldn't pay for dinner. I pay EVERY bill out of MY pocket. I don't ask Mrs for any money. I even pay for her car. She's pissed at ME for not being able to afford dinner. I went ahead and sucked it up. I put it on the credit card which is putting us even further behind.

The dinner went well. Mrs and I had an uneasy peace. We got home and Mrs played with C for a while. I went and played Madden for a while to wind down. Mrs interupted me to take C to brush her teeth. Last night was Mrs night to bathe her etc. I didn't say anything and went up to brush her teeth then put her to bed. When I came back down, I noticed a bunch of trash on the kitchen counters I just cleaned the night before. I didn't say anything. I figured Mrs would clean it up. I finished my game. When I came back out, the trash was still there and Mrs was in bed. I walked in and said "What is all this trash on the counters I JUST cleaned". She said "It must be yours". I replied "I don't think so. I haven't been home". She walked in, spent 5 seconds throwing it away. FIVE SECONDS! I said, "I know you're really stressed and busy and I'm stepping up to help you. But come on. If you had taken the same 5 seconds to throw it away instead of throwing it on the counter (it was a cellophane wrapper for something Mrs used on the Mrs-in-Law's present) it would be one less thing on the counter. When you throw that kind of shit on the counter, it takes you hours to clean later after it's all piled up. I'm trying to help you but you have to help me too. This is something really simple and it makes a huge difference to keep things tidy".

Again, this was apparently the wrong thing to say. Mrs went off on how she deals with this shit everyday and how tired and stressed she is. This was followed by much crying.

So in one day, we had 2 fights all because she is "too stressed" to take care of simple things. This is for a job paying less than teachers make. I don't know how many more years of this shit I can take. I know it sounds like I'm all "me me me". But you never see me shirking my responsibilities or even blowing off simple things because I've had a bad day. Shit, there was an entire week I had to clean up after Work C's fuckups while he was out playing golf and horsing around. Showing up whenever he felt like it. I worked all night several nights that week. But I never stopped paying the bills or cleaning up after myself. Mrs clearly can't handle ANY stress at all. She should look at the fucking bills. Do I ever complain? No. I let Mrs dance along in her clueless little world content in her big house and new car not knowing how I struggle to pay for it. Her ENTIRE financial responsibility is food. Granted, it's a big bill. But when you stack it against the mortgage, insurance, utilities, HER car, HER cell phone, it works out to be about 10% of the total outflow of cash.

To top it off, her vibe was clearly out of place. I.e., she used it sometime yesterday. So she's too stressed to be responsible. Yet she can find the time and energy to pleasure herself.

But, I'll suck it up. Rant here. Try to avoid any arguments. Tip Toe around her for the next 2 fucking months all in the name of harmony.

I feel better now... rant off.

Damnit! This shit is really starting to get old. Mrs was in a very playful mood yesterday morning and last night. She left for her girls night out. As soon as she walked out the door I went into high gear cleaning the kitchen. Mrs does 99% of all the cooking. I clean the rest of the house on a regular basis. I'm in charge of all vacumming and mopping. Mrs responsibility is the kitchen. What I don't understand is, how she can make such a mess every time she cooks. AND, she leaves it. Whenever I cook I always clean as I go. Use a bowl, at least rinse it. While I'm waiting for something to simmer or brown, I'll clean a few more items... empty the dishwasher... SOMETHING so I'm not just standing there. The same goes everywhere else. I always put up my dishes when I snack. I always put things away I use. Of all the crap in our living room 99.9% of it is Mrs and C's. I'm no neat freak. There's a fair amount of lived in clutter. But I try to keep it to normal everyday things and not a pile of crap next to my side of the bed. We had 3 parties to go to this weekend. Mrs doesn't believe in going to a party empty handed so she made a variety of things. All of the clutter as result was strewn about the kitchen. Last night I looked at it and I couldn't take it. I spent the 1.5 hrs Mrs goes to hang with the girls not only cleaning the kitchen, BUT ALSO working on one of my projects! Additionally, I managed to back the bike out of the garage so I could hook up my portable air compressor to fill a low tire. 3 things at once! I almost forgot! THEN I had time to sit down and play a game of Madden!

Mrs came home and was so happy. She came in and gave me a big kiss. So I thought to myself, "Ok, surely there's some lovin' in the works after all that playing and horsing around this morning and earlier tonight". I walked in the bedroom. As I was walking in the door Mrs was rolling over and turning off the light. I climbed in bed and put my arms around her. She grabbed my hand and held it tight (to keep me from bothering her by playing). Within 15 seconds she was snoring.

Back to plan A. Two can play at this game. I caved before the plan even got off the ground last week. Not this time. I'm planning to hold out on Mrs until at least Valentine's day. I may go insane in the mean time. Damn I miss having someone to play with!!!

So much for that plan!

I woke up this morning with a raging hard-on and Mrs stroking it. This definately should indicate who's in charge here. And that would be my penis!

Oh... I almost forgot. Since Mrs pouted yesterday morning about how "late" I came to bed Tues. night I decided if she's not too tired to self gratify with her toy, then she clearly can go without from me. But I'm going to torture her along the way. This morning I couldn't find C's shoe while I was getting her dressed. I walked in the bedroom to see if Mrs knew where it was. She was walking out of our bathroom naked except for the bra she was putting on. She bent down to the bottom drawer of her dresser to retrieve her panties. I slipped behind her and as she bent down I lightly ran my fingers over the curve of her ass down to her now exposed pussy. She grabbed the dresser and held herself there while I ran my finger very lightly around her lips. She became wet almost immediately. She stood up and turned around facing me. I let my hand drift from her ass to her pussy as she turned. She spread her legs slightly and pressed herself to my hand. I knew she was running late and didn't have time to do anything. She protested but I continued to gently circle her clit. I started to walk away. She moved towards the bed to sit down to put her panties on. I quickly turned and pressed her shoulders down onto the bed. I climbed so my mouth was next to her neck and kissed her all along the side of it. The whole time my cock was pressing against her pussy through my sweats. She was clearly torn as to whether to play or go. She half heartedly protested. Then she protested more earnestly. I held her captive just a minute more, then got up to go finish dressing C.

Tonight I plan to get engrossed in something, a game, one of my other obsessions, something until Mrs falls asleep. Tommorrow is Mrs day off. If I can time it right, I'll be at home alone for about 15 or 20 minutes tommorrow morning when she leaves to take C to school. I'm going to try to sabotage her vibe. Not break it. Just... disable it for a while. Maybe run the batteries down and hide the spares. My goal is, for the next couple of days, to get her so horny she's climbing the walls. But remove all means of release including me. Maybe a dose of her own medicine will be good for her.

What a night!

As usual last night was pool night. I'm not sure where to even begin. Let's see, there was the verbal altercation with the captain of the other team over something incredibly stupid. That kicked the night off. An hour or two later after I was finally starting to cool off from that things started getting interesting. One of the players on the other team was this really perky girl who is a waitress at the bar when she's not shooting pool. She pretty much dressed exactly like Alexa, but without the body to back it up. But... she made up for it with energy and enthusiasm. She was bouncing around the bar flirting, letting her boobs bounce all over the place (no bra). As far as male standards go (guys you know what I'm talking about) she was doable. No knockout. Her personality WAY made up for her slightly overweight body.

WB's friend Heather came out. Perky girl became an intense part of conversation with Heather, her boss (a guy), and myself. Heather was aghast that we (guys) would even consider sleeping with her even in a remote hypothetical situation. Heather (being a lesbian) started tearing everything about her down. Her weight. Her clothes. The fact that she wasn't wearing a belt (?). That alone made her almost repulsive to Heather. Which then led to a whole conversation about what guys find attractive vs. girls (with other girls). Or, at least in MY mind, WHY guys find girls attractive and under what circumstance. I.e. being a married male, there's no real chance I'd even come close to actually sleeping with her. So from a purely non-commital, never happen only a theory kinda way, I'd say I'd do her simply because she wasn't hideous. She was really fun. I'd overlook her body flaws. That and I have a feeling she would be crazy in bed too.

Heather, it turns out, is even shallower than a guy. She couldn't get past the extra 20 lbs she carried, the jeans with no belt, whatever was wrong with her shoes. Her statement was, "I can't be with someone I find physically repulsive". So I asked her, what if she met a model. Perfect 10. She was smart. You both shared common passions. She was awesome in bed. After a couple of years she stopped watching what she ate and put on another 25ish pounds. She immediately said "Dump her".

So I learned that women are just as shallow as men. Then again, maybe it is just lesbian women who are just as shallow. But it's true for at least a percentage of women.

Then the REAL fun began. One of the guys from work, who is notoriously blunt and... abrasive (I'll call him CD), came over and said "I hear I'm the only 'Republican' here?" to Heather. This is the same Heather who lit into me back before Christmas. So Heather and CD started at each other. I heard him say "I think I'm entitled to whatever money I earn instead of some socialist taxing it out of me to fund some program from people who don't earn it".... shortly followed by "can you tell me what XXX is (some feminist term)?" Of course CD was baited, he didn't know whatever it was she was talking about. So THEN she said "Oh, you're one of those STUPID Americans who don't know what they are talking about". Then it was ON. CD came back with "Did you just call me stupid? How 'bout I call you a bitch!" It went downhill from there. I couldn't really discern any quotable statements because all I heard was "BLAH BLAH BLAH" as both of them shouted overtop of each other. CD eventually walked away. At which point I got dragged into it. Heather looked at me and said "Where did you find him? I mean 'I believe in keeping what I earn and not giving it to someone who didn't earn it'?!?" So I said "Well, what he's saying is he doesn't like being taxed and seeing programs like welfare give money to a filthy rich rapper (ODB) or someone who has kids just to get a welfare check". Heather said "I totally agree". So I said "Well, then you two actually are arguing FOR the same point". CD had wandered back over and was standing somewhat behind me.

Then, it was like someone threw 2 pit bulls into the ring. No warning. No posturing or escalation. It went into full on shouting at each other again with ME in the middle. I don't even know what the comment was that started round 2. I remember saying "You aren't that differ... BLAH BLAH BLAH!!!!!!" I just stood between them and put my head down and kept them from actually throwing blows. The wait staff came over and started shouting over the rail (separating the bar level from the pool level) something about banning politcal arguments and kicking them both out. CD walked away.

But was the evening over? OH NOOOOooo! One of the guys on my team is someone I love to debate politics with. He's older, a hardcore liberal. And I'm talking the former hippie type liberal. I'm sure he marched on the capital in the 60's. He has all of the trademark governmental distrust that the old hippie liberals had. He's also incredibly smart. So arguing with him is a great challenge. And often times, though I'd never admit it to him, I walk away and research something we argued about even more if I felt like I was at a knowledge disadvantage. He was witnessing the exchange between Heather and CD. I walked away for a few minutes and carried on a conversation with WB (which I'll get to in a minute). I started to hear voices, or rather Heather's voice, get louder and louder. So I eased in that direction. Essentially, Heather was claiming that all white men are the oppressors of... well... everyone else ESPECIALLY women. My buddy was arguing that her attitude was prejudiced (which is true look up the definition of the word in the dictionary) and that while SOME men fit the mold not ALL men do. Somewhere in there, Heather started listing her credentials that she took "Womens studies" in college which clearly qualifies her to have insight into the male brain. I really despise people who can't make their argument so they start spouting why THEY understand my penis and it's affect on my brain better than I do. At some other point in the conversation he said "So only women have been oppressed? What about the jews?" Which led to another tirade, all the while her voice got louder and louder. Then, she apparently argued herself into such a frenzy she had just had it (you could never really get a word in edgewise) and threw her hands up and stormed out muttering to herself. Now, my buddy is one of the most layed back guys you'll ever meet (perhaps a product of massive amounts of weed and other experimental drugs) and even when he and I vehemently disagree I can't get pissed at him. And we're technically on opposing sides! He and Heather are both liberals. They're on the same team!

Everyone pretty much called it a night after that. Except WB and me. We wandered over to the bar to have another beer and talk. Ultimately we got into a political discussion that lasted until around 3:30. It was a repeat of one we had LOOONG ago. I keep trying to get a different and more intelligent perspective as to her hatred of Bush. I keep getting the same old party line that Kerry spouted during his campaign. It's disappointing because I would think that she would at least have some new ammunition for me.

A few interesting things happened aside from all of this. While Heather was going off on someone, WB and I started playfully wrestling. At one point she got up and walked right up into my face and said "You want some of this". Of course I replied "Girl I could take you any time". Which led to more horsing around. I really could take her. But she's strong enough that to do so right there would've gotten me kicked out of the bar. However, I could be game in another setting. Anyway later, much later when it was just the two of us, she excused herself to go to the restroom. I was standing up settling my tab and trying to figure out how my bill shot up to almost $40 when suddenly she grabbed my ass. I casually turned and looked at her like... "And....?" She said "I was just trying to throw you". Now, my mind races to random thoughts a lot. Many times a simple situation in reality gets blown up into this bizarre situation in my brain that is funny to me. When she grabbed my ass, my brain immediately went into comedy mode and starting spinning these hilarious (to me) situations. I.e. WB and I arguing about why she hates Bush while I was pounding her from behind. The randomness of the image and how sudden it popped in my head as well as the image itself made me chuckle out loud (laughing at the party in my head... do we see why people think I'm wierd?) So she asked "What's so funny?" In my alcohol induced state of lower inhibitions I told her exactly what made me laugh. I prefaced it by saying "My brain jumps to random funny thoughts and I hesitate to tell you because it's nothing more than a sitcom in my brain and I don't want to creep you out or make you uncomfortable but...." She just shrugged and we changed the subject... back to politics... sigh.

Finally, around 2:30am we left.... arguing the whole way to our cars.

I put C in the bathtub about 45 minutes later than usual. I had been on the phone with my Mom for a good while and finally used C's bath as an excuse to get off the line. C showed me a new trick she figured out in the tub. Namely leaning back so her hair was in the water so she could rinse it herself. I went downstairs to get Mrs so C could show her. We're all about being caring, nurturing parents which means we ooh and aah over every new "trick" she does. Mrs was in the shower. I immediately noticed that Mrs had trimmed her pussy. Many many months ago, perhaps even a year, she had trimmed a nice little landing strip. I liked it very much. She only kept it for a month or so, then let it grow back to "natural". Mrs isn't freakishly hairy or anything. But I preferred the trim to the bush.

I went back upstairs and finished C's bath. We continued with the usual routine. Pj's, book, then bed. Mrs was in the bathroom doing her post shower routine. I went to the office to work on one of my obsessions. It was probably 9:00 when I went to the office. Around 10:15ish or so I remembered the shower and Mrs trim. I logged off the computer and started to head downstairs. The lights were already off throughout the house. I checked on C and went downstairs to our bedroom. The lights were on. I walked towards the bed and heard "SSNNnnnnxxxXXXXXXXX" coming from Mrs. Oh well. This is the way my life goes. I climbed in bed and read a book for a while.

This morning after I got out of the shower Mrs came into the bathroom with a pout on her face. She asked "What time did you finally come to bed?". I said "About a quarter after 10." "Nuh uh! It had to be around 1ish" she replied. We went back and forth like this a bit. Finally I said, "You even looked right at me, then rolled over and set the alarm clock looking right AT the time!" Then she said "I was all primped and clean and even wore lingerie for you!"

Now what the hell can I say at this point? "Well if you could keep your ass awake for more than 10 minutes then maybe we would've had sex!!" Argh!! This is a typical occurance at the Pluff household. One of us gets C ready for bed. Put's her down. I take care of a few housework things. I look over and Mrs is sound asleep somewhere. Usually by 9:30. Typically she's on the couch drooling.

On another front. Big thanks to Virgin Slut for the reciprocal link.

Salvatori over at Money Factory wrote a really interesting post about what it is about women in lingerie that turns on a guy. A lot of what he said makes sense to me. But for ME at least, it's the hint of what's underneath that does it. One of the things that was so sexy about Alexa last week was that she took off just enough clothes to shoot her game of pool to be extremely erotic. The jeans hanging way low on her hips, her tight, thin, top hugging her every curve, the way her top stopped short exposing her belly and the little tattoo peeking out of her jeans all made you ache to take it off. As far as a turn on goes, I'd rather see a beautiful woman dressed like that than naked. The same thing applies to certain types of lingerie. A teddy. The lace bra and panties in the picture in Salvatori's post. They give you a hint but leave the rest for you to imagine. It's WHAT I imagine that makes me rock hard. Peeling the teddy off her shoulders while kissing the nape of her neck and down to the small of her back as fabric slowly slides over her breasts, to her hips. The anticipation of feeling her smooth skin against my lips. The warm feeling as I slide my cock into her dripping pussy. Every time Alexa bent over to shoot I could imagine tracing the tattoo on her back with my tongue. I wondered whether her pussy was shaved or not. What would it be like? I could almost picture myself lowering my mouth to her pussy.

It reminds me of when I was a kid at Christmas. Many times I knew what was under the wrapping of a present. I may have even played with one at a friends house. But it's the anticipation, the imagining how fun it's going to be, the excitement that I have one of my own to play with. I remember Christmas mornings being excrutiatingly happy. The package is right there and I'm about to live out my dreams of whatever toy I'm going to get. It's an entirely different emotional state than actually touching and playing with it for real. There's a moment when the emotions climax. You're about to open it. The fantasies are swirling in your brain. Then you tear the first piece of paper.

It's the same thing. I see a woman in a teddy and I imagine all the possibilities. I see 100% pure sex without the intrusion of reality. Many times the fantasy and reality clash. I imagine doing this and she doesn't want to do that. Or I imagine fucking like wild animals lost in intense lust and she wants the Harlequin cover. The moment before, is the time when I'm free from all of that. I think that's why for me, it's as arousing as it is.