I was laying on my bed. Mrs was somewhere in the house. One of my co-workers was asleep on the edge of the bed towards the foot. His wife sat to my right side. She is pretty. Not stunning. But very pretty in a wholesome, natural sort of way. The kind of girl who has slight imperfections, but they actually highlight her beauty rather than detract from it. She has blonde hair and is very adventurous. I've known them both for a few years. Without a word, she stretched out next to me laying her head on my chest. She draped her leg across me. It was a little bit shocking. But who am I to argue. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I ventured an arm around her. She pulled herself closer. Her leg slid down along mine, her hand following from my stomach to my crotch. She let her hand rest on the growing tightness in my shorts. Suddenly, her husband snorted. He rolled from his side towards what I assume was intended to be his other side. With a flailing of arms and legs he flipped off of the bed. She got up slowly and walked around the bed to check on him in a decidedly lazy fashion. He never woke up. Sadly, I did.

I often wonder if dreams of this nature are normal or an unhealthy sign of coveting my neighbor's wife. She and I have talked extensively. While she's never come out and said it, I believe they are open to... experimentation. She once told him of a recurring erotic dream in which she watched him have sex with several other women at once. Her comment to him about the dream was that she was very turned on by it. I also know she has dabbled with other women. In fact, I wonder if she hasn't dabbled with PP. They partied together a lot for a couple of months. My coworker, P, has struck me as the type to go along with just about anything. She has mentioned they want to rent a house in a resort area near by and have an "adults only" weekend.

I won't deny that I find her very attractive. I can't say I "covet" her though. Which is why the dream surprised me.

I haven't really had time or interest in posting lately. Sometimes I just sit at my desk thinking how boring my life is that I can find nothing to write about. The past two weeks have been hell for me workwise. I finally finished the project I reluctantly accepted. I have never been more disappointed in my co-workers than this project. We had to finalize it Sunday morning. I've been doing all of the leg work myself (in spite of instructions to my team from the boss to NOT stick me with all the work). Friday I asked my boss and a couple of co-workers to move some of their stuff out of the way before Sunday. When I walked in the door Sunday morning, none of it had moved. Additionally, the only team member I asked to help didn't bother to show up. I have never felt so abandoned by my team. It's happened before. Maybe, in scale, it wasn't that big of a deal. But rather a culmination of disappointments. To me, it felt as if I had no reason to show up to work today. I'm actually considering looking to transfer off of this team. I want to talk to my boss about it. But as he was one of the people who let me down, I can't see it being a positive conversation.

Saturday night Mrs and I went to a halloween party. In a wierd way, it's sort of an anniversary... celebration isn't really the right word. Maybe tradition in better. You see, Mrs and I met at this party about 9 years ago. I had just separated from the ex-Mrs (by 2 weeks). One of my friends invited me to tag along at the last minute. I felt like an idiot because they called me at 7 to go to the party at 9. I had absolutely NO time to get a costume together. There are a lot of things about the first year or so of hanging out with that crowd as it relates to Mrs I should discuss. Not today though. Long story short, we briefly considered dating. The timing wasn't right and it didn't happen. Then, 3 or 4 years later, I asked her out. She turned me down. A couple of weeks later, she asked ME out. The rest as they say, is history. It all started with the halloween party. After that night, I was invited to more and more things with that same group of people. In a very short time, I was considered a core member of that little group. Were it not for that, I would've drifted on to something completely different. It's weird how one little event like that is pivotal.

Anyway, the party was fun, but definitely tamer than in the past. It's hell getting old. Around 1AM it was the hosts and Mrs and I. Since I had to work early Sunday morning I suggested we go a couple of times. Our hosts wouldn't have it. So we sat in the living room and chatted until around 2:30am. It was nice. Not the wild raucous drink till you either puke or pass out times from 9 years ago. But it was nice nonetheless. Sadly, a lot of the original group weren't there. Some have moved. Some have drifted off to their own group of people. Many have kids C's age or younger and simply couldn't make it. I think a lot of it has to do with a lack of group interaction. Back in the day, before kids, we did stuff together non-stop. At least once a week we met for something. Trivia night at a bar. Friday night live concerts. There were tons of parties too. Now it's down to a couple of parties a year. Sad.

To that end, Mrs and I have decided to try to resurect some of the good old days. We decided to host a New Years Eve party at our house. Traditionally, another couple have hosted it. But they had a baby this past year and have hinted that they were going to drop it. Maybe this will be the start of something new.

Wow I've been swamped!

Last week was a week from hell for me. Management arbitrarily decided to make us move a bunch of our systems around. Some of which have been running just fine on their own for 3 or 4 years without so much as a hiccup. For those of you who aren't admins, a system can run fine forever, then as soon as you take it down and shake it up a bit by moving it, it completely falls apart. There are lots of electrical reasons for this. Solder joints in a constant state of melt over a period of years. A phenomenon where joints corrode due to the atmoshpere etc. etc. All take their toll over time. Ultimately, the systems will fail on their own. But when you move it, you kinda force the issue. Sometimes it doesn't take much more than a tiny bump while sliding it in the new rack on it's rails and you've caused a failure. Anyway, out of the 12 systems we moved, we lost about 1/4 of them. Most of them were easy fixes and we were running again in a matter of minutes. One was catastrophic. We lost BOTH system disks. We were here all night trying to get it running again.

I decided I was going to take a 1/2 day Friday post crisis. But NOOOOoo, another system crashed. One I worked on years ago and ran away screaming from. My Boss decided it was time for me to reaquaint myself in the middle of a hardware failure. For the most part, my job was just to stand around and wait. The vendor (a really big and popular hardware company who I will NOT mention for fear of lawsuit) muffed the whole thing. No hardware locally. A design that required you not just to replace the faulty part, but other's as well which made the parts search exponentially more difficult. A disasterous parts delivery (parts mysteriously dissapearing in transit). All conspired to make this the clusterfuck of the year. The good thing is, all I could do was scream about it. There is NO culpability on my part. It wasn't really even the vendor's engineer's fault. All he could do was scream into the phone at his people for fucking up the delivery. This whole episode not only fucked up my Friday, but Friday night and Saturday as well.

Yesterday I decided I wasn't going in. I needed the day to unwind and get a few chores done. Unfortunately the weather didn't cooperate. I pretty much ended up getting wasted and watching movies. Good times.

One thing I discovered. My experiments, herbally, are interesting. I had the makings of a serious headache. But I'm not sure if it was that, or the weather, or my change in diet (I'm on a full blow weight loss mission). Anyway, 6 Advil later and no problems. Well... at least not PROBLEMS. I learned that weed makes me horny as hell. Which is a problem only when I'm alone. Masturbation is boring stoned. And one should never make fashion or facial hair decisions stoned. I decided to shave my beard... kinda.

Anyway, Mrs and I had some uninspired sex on one of the nights. Barely worth remembering and only worth mentioning as documentation that we DID have sex at least once in October.

I meant to post today (a real post and not this note). But I've been working my ass off on a really stupid project. I was up all night last night dealing with the fallout. I'm too old for all nighters. I can barely keep my eyes open.

What an interesting week. First up was pool night. We shot a team that I have mixed emotions about. Half of them are cool, the other half can be dicks when they want to. One of their team brought a friend, L. I ended up keeping score at the table where they were all sitting. L was a riot. She's 24, a teacher, a stoner (though she really tried to hide it), a nutcase, and smoking hot! She is already on her 2nd divorce with 2 kids. But most importantly, she was a slut and looking to get laid. She all but said so. Talk about getting a horny old perv like me going. I mean, she's clearly a nut job. But she knew what she was doing. And she knew what it was doing to ME. At one point it was pretty much just the two of us sitting at the table while everyone else was shooting etc. She was telling me how she kept her students in-line in class. Evidently, she wears really short skirts and sits on her desk. I said "Does the name Mary Kay Letourneux mean anything to you?" She gave me this really wide eyed grin and nodded her head enthusiastically (I think I see jail time in her future). The whole time we were having this conversation she was rubbing against my leg. Every once in a while she'd put her head on my shoulder. Of course, smelling sex in the air, who showed up? Work C. Puffing up his chest. Talking trash. The usual. He was having surgery the next morning on his knee. He kept saying "I really should go. Someone make me go". Meaning, "L I want you to say 'Don't go big strong alpa male type'". She didn't. So he said it over... and over. He was standing next to me trying to get between L and myself. He said it one more time, except this time I shoved him HARD towards the door and said "THAT help?!?" Did he go?!? NOOooooHOOOO!! He walked right back up and SAID IT AGAIN! I sat there and thought to myself "You have to be the dumbest asshole on the face of the planet right now".

He eventually took the hint and left. After a bit it was my turn to shoot. I had X take my place. Things between X and T (see posts over last few weeks) ended so he was "eligible" again. I had a feeling those he and L would end up hooking up. During my match, I looked over and sure enough, she had pulled her chair right up to his and was sitting in it sideways while leaning back on him. He had his back to us and his arms around her. Quick work. I was bummed my opportunity went, but at the same time I'd MUCH rather see X get somewhere than Work C. And I am, after all, married. Really I shouldn't even think about getting anyware. So I went back to my match. By the time I was done, he had walked her to the door and was saying good bye to her. When he got back I said "WTF was that?!?! Why didn't you go with her?!" He said "Man, I've done that before and got burned. I didn't want to do it again." I said "Listen, in case you haven't picked up on it, she was after one thing tonight. And it's not a boyfriend." He said "Yeah she said some things that made me realize she wasn't 'dating' material". I said "So, if SHE wants to fuck, and YOU want to fuck, what's wrong with FUCKING?!?! Wear a condom, have a good time, enjoy the moment!" He told me they have a date later this week. I certainly hope he has a good time. But I see a replay of T coming. I.e., Work C starts in on L just like he did T with X just standing there getting pushed off to the side. I mean, it's one thing for me or even Work C to flirt with someone who is "fair game" so to speak. Not really because we're both married and really shouldn't do anything beyond talk. But if there are no conflicts, then all's fair. It's another thing to horn in on someone who is a) single b) has a hard time with women and c) is a friend just to puff up your own ego. The boss and I have discussed it. Even though this girl isn't exactly marrying material, X is interested, even if it's just for fun. So we're going to both tell Work C to keep his mouth shut around her and leave X to succeed or fail on his own. I'm willing to bet he won't be able to help himself though.

That was the entertainment for the evening. The real purpose for the night is always pool. And my match was AWESOME. I drew one of their top players. He's a young kid who is really good. But he's arrogant as hell. He's a shit talker too. I hear him saying all the time how no one can play him, he's too good for most people on and on. He regularly goads Work C into playing him. Work C always spanks him. Anyway, I was standing there waiting for the match to start. He asked me what my handicap is. I told him. I'm about 3 rankings below him. His is really high. The way our team works is, we have 10 people, we shoot 10 matches a night. We committed to everyone that if you show up, you will play at least once. Work C already played his match. So it was me or someone with an even lower hendicap to play him. He turned away from me and said to his coach "You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Which really pissed me off. So I said "I'm sorry I'm not worthy to share the table with you. Who else do you want to play? Work C already shot his and left. I can put my 2 up?" His response was "Your a funny man". I won the lag. By the time I stepped up to break the first rack, the exchange had me royally pissed. I sunk 2 on the break and it was downhill for him after that. I felt completely in the zone. The more pissed off I was, the more in the zone I was. As soon as he would miss, I would already see my next shot and would be moving to take it even before the cue ball stopped rolling. There was no doubt. When I took a shot, I knew it was dropping. If I couldn't see a shot, I had no doubt that I would still get a good hit. If there was no way in hell I could get a clean hit, I still knew he wouldn't be able to do anything with it. I'm not sure how I was so confident. But I let it all flow through me. When they called the last ball I needed to beat him, the score was so lopsided that I could've beaten him straight up with no handicaps.

After it was all over, PP said "walk with me to my car". When we got there she said "sit in the passenger seat". Who am I to argue. She closed her door and leaned over to my side. I could smell her freshly shampooed hair, feel the heat from her skin next to mine. She opened the glove box and handed me a little baggie from within. I bet this isn't where you thought this was going did you? Pervs!! So anyway, I've officially joined the ranks of recreational herbalist. Take me back to college... sniff... ah the old days.

Whoa!! The hit's, they are a rollin!! I checked this morning to see that my hit counter is ticking off the numbers like mad! Big thanks to Anita's Erotica for the reciprocal link. Also a big thanks to new linker Viviane's Sex Carnival. I've added Viviane to my blogroll as well. I'm honored.

I won't go into gory details of my weekend. Mostly because there are none to be had. Mrs went on her trip to the mountains with her girlfriends. I stayed home and doted on my wonderful daughter. Sadly, I couldn't convince anyone to come by and see me. So I spent the evenings after C went to bed watching internet porn and masturbating. Which was also immensely unsatisfying. Amatuer pornographers out there, let me send you three little words of advice. CUM SHOT!! SOUND!! Maybe it's because I spend far too much time perusing videos of carnal debauchery and have become desensitized to the whole "porn thing". But what does it for me, is the notion of a woman being pleasured. If you want to get me rock hard, let me see AND HEAR the sounds of a woman in the throes of an orgasm. And not some fake shit most porns have. Some woman screaming at the top of her lungs "OH GOD!!! GIVE ME THAT COCK!!! IT FEELS SO GOOD IN MY PUSSY!!!". I'm not saying that dirty talk isn't a turn on. What I'm saying is the over the top, trying to impress some hollywood director who MIGHT stumble across this video with dazzling acting skills ala Meg Ryan isn't my idea of a turn on. When a woman is getting pounded by two guys with cocks so large it makes me want to never pop mine out with the lights on is screaming absurd lines in a voice not unlike nails scraping a chalkboard, you HAVE to conclude it's an act.

Another huge turnoff for me is a woman doing neck gymnastics to "gaze" into the camera while she's giving a blowjob etc. etc. I watched a video of a black girl fucking 2 guys for over an hour. There was not one instant where she didn't look at the camera. She could be on all fours while the guy pounded away from behind. The camera would be at some crazy angle between his legs so that you could see his cock hammer in and out of her pussy. In the background you'd see her head droop down and there she was, "gazing" into the camera upside down. It is one of the reasons the Paris Hilton video did nothing for me. She spent the entire time watching herself on the camcorder LCD while Rick Soloman pounded away. And she never once seemed like she was anything other than a beautiful blow up doll. You never heard her moan fake or otherwise. She looked like she was posing for a magazine. It didn't do anything for me.

What really turns me on is hearing a woman softly whimper. Perhaps a quiet "Oh god". Things uttered without thought of a camera. Then seeing a woman squinch her face up as if getting prodded with a needle followed by a gasp, maybe even a scream, and uncontrollable shaking. That's when I know it's the real deal. When it is entirely uncinematic. Hell, even the screaming is ok when it's not obviously fake. I watched a video that was on the net of a woman riding one of those "saddle" vibrators. The one that looks like a saddle for a horse with some device attached to the top of it. It was on a joke site because she was making such crazy sounds and faces. But it was obvious to me either a) she was an incredible actress or b) she was really getting off. She would alternate between a moan and a scream. Her body shook uncontrollable. Finally she threw herself off of it and crumpled exhausted. In spite of the fact that she was so out of control it was funny, I watched it with the biggest boner.

Wouldn't you know it! Mrs walked up to me last night and said "My Mom said she would call you some time Saturday to bring C over and she would keep her overnight". I almost blew a gasket right there. She pulls this kind of shit all the damned time. First, she says 2 weeks ago she'd keep her. So I thought, "Cool, maybe I'll go out. Maybe I'll shoot a little pool. Maybe I'll see if any of the gang wants to do something. Maybe A will be interested in a little romp." Then, last week she changed her tune to "I'll keep her for a few hours IF Mr. needs me to". So cancel any plans for going out. Then, at the last minute, she magnanimously offers to keep her after all. She knows full well what she's doing. She pulled this kind of shit the last time Mrs went out of town. She offered to watch C for a bit. So I took her up on it. I went and ran errands for about 3 hours. When I got back she bitched and moaned that I took so long. I told Mrs I wouldn't let her keep her even if she paid me for the priviledge. Unfortunately, I have absolutely NOTHING to do. It's going to rain all weekend. Then, C goes down around 9pm. I was hoping to spend a lot of time wearing her little but out outside. I'll have to come up with something else. Also, A said it looks like playing is off the table. I haven't heard back from her so I assume she's a no go. So I'll be sitting home twiddling my damned thumbs. Maybe I'll go on-line and look for some mischief.

Things appear to have come to a head with X and his love interest. You'll remember a few weeks ago Work C really pissed me off by horning in on X (see Sept 22nd entry below). Well, last week the girl (T for now) showed up and hung out with us all again. X was out of town. After our matches were all over it ended up being T, Work C, and myself again. The previous week I bailed hoping Work C would take the hint and let the party end (he didn't). So this week I decided to hang around until the bitter end and be a fly in the ointment. I guess after I blew up at him last week the Boss found out what went on and went off on him too. So this night, Work C kept it all business. Some drunk asshole was going around trying to get a money game going. He watched Work C shoot and decided he didn't want any of it. We tried and tried to get him to put money up but he wouldn't. We were being complete asses too. A bunch of the guys we shoot with are handicapped. The dude was talking shit to them trying to get them to play for money. Work C started in on him. "I got your game, $X a rack". Suddenly he changed his tune. "I don't play for money" even though we had just heard him. So we started, "If it's one thing I can't stand, it's a hustler. Put your money down, or piss off. He'll try to pick a money game with a guy in a wheelchair, but when a real players wants a go it's 'oh.. I don't play for money' like a pussy" on and on. Eventually he left. During all of this, T got a phone call. Apparently, it was one of her employers letting her go. She was pretty pissed off. After the hustler left, out of the blue she said "You know what would cheer me up? A good hard fucking". Work C and I almost spit our drinks. There was no doubt in my mind it wasn't a statement, it was an invitation. Work C stammered a bit and kept shooting. A few minutes later, she said it again. At this point, she was playing a game. As she bent over the table to shoot, Work C leaned over to me and said "Never... EVER... leave your wingman. Especially tonight". I said "What we need to do, is just leave". Of course he wouldn't just do that. But I will say the shit talking never appeared. I guess between me and the boss we made our point. Eventually, we went up to close out our tab. She followed us while we did that. She paid then started to walk out. The bartender told us one of our buddies was next door singing karaoke. Him singing is one of those train wreck deals. It's horrible, but you can't look away. So Work C and I looked at each other and said "Let's go!" and started to walk to the karaoke area. T, who was now almost to the door, overheard this and shouted "WAIT UP!!". She ran to catch up with us. Obviously she was still looking for something. When we got to karaoke it was pretty dead. Our buddy was hammered and no where near able to get up and sing. We decided to head on out. T followed us the whole way. Her car was parked towards the back of the lot. Work C and mine were much closer. We split up as we headed to our cars. I opened my door and looked back at Work C who was opening his as well. T was still walking. He kinda motioned for me to wait a second. Right as she was about to get in her car he yelled to me "Now that she's gone, wanna go for breakfast." She jumped back out of her car and yelled "WHAT?!?! WITHOUT ME! ARE YOU SERIOUS!!! I'M HUNGRY!!!" He laughed, got in his truck, and left.

The next day we talked about it. There was no doubt in my mind, if either of us had bit on the "Need to get fucked" comment it would've happened. Which sucks for X because I think he really liked her. We decided that neither of us would tell him about it. He would never believe us anyway. I have to wonder if Work C had kept his mouth shut before, would she have been so bold? On one hand, if it wasn't us, it would be someone else. On the other, you never want your buddies to screw you over. ESPECIALLY if they're married. It MIGHT be different if a) everyone was single b) X was only mildly interested and c) we didn't all work and hang out together. But put them all together and Work C had no business pushing her buttons. She can be a tramp with someone else. I still don't think he gets that point.

I was working on a long post earlier. Then firefox decided to take a dump on me. Sigh... just as well. It wasn't really all that good anyway.

I added a couple of blogs to my blogroll. Be sure to check them out. Very hot.

Hot Wife
and
Anita's Erotica

The upcoming weekend is going downhill quickly... before it even arrives. Mrs is going out of town. I planned to have at least one evening of debauchery as the Mrs-in-law offered to keep C for one night. Then she backed out and changed it to "she'll keep her if I need her to". There is no way in hell I'll let her keep C at this point. If I did, all I would get is guilt trips. Which means that the ONLY way I could do anything entertaining is to do so at my house with C home. While I'm not opposed to it. I am seriously limited as to what kind of entertainment I will allow with her around. And even more importantly, who. I mean, I wouldn't object to having a person or 2 over after she went to bed. But basically I would limit them to only someone I know. Which seriously limits any opportunity for run of the type I'm interested it. Oh well.

Aside from the MIL putting a damper on the weekend, I think C and I will have a lot of fun otherwise. I need to come up with something good to do to wear her little butt out by bed time.