Wow... has it really been a week since I've had anything to talk about?! Not that I have anything good to discuss today. Things have been relatively slow this week.

Karate is finally getting interesting. I free sparred last night. Long story short, I feel kinda like a backyard '69 Camaro that someone is rebuilding. The engine runs, all the dents are gone and the body is primed... Now I need to start pimping. I sparred the next student in-line for his black belt. He's really good. When he gets his belt, he will deserve it. We traded shots and I held my own. I'm not where I want to be, but I feel good about where I am now. It felt awesome to get in there and bang a little bit. I just hope I will continue to do stuff like this.

HF has been out of town all week. Lately we have been e-mailing a lot. Shooting the breeze. Trading jokes. Talking shit. Since she has been gone I have been bored to tears at work.

Mrs and I have set a new record for sex. Seems like were at a roaring pace of once a week. Nothing really worth writing about. Except that evidently, when she's stuck to the couch, the way in her pants is to literally get in them. Of course, she just lay there with what appeared to be indifference. That is until she shook and shoved me away gushing. I felt like I was competing with the TV and the bon bons... so I'm not sure the effort will be worth doing it again.

I got home Friday after a distressing day at work. Nothing really important. Just a generally hectic day with an unusual number of fires to put. That, and after going through bills, I realized I didn't have enough money to pay everything. I have a game plan to get out of the mess in 1 pay check. But it caught be off guard how much money I had spent this month above "normal". So I was in a... subdued mood.

When Mrs got home she seemed unusually stealthy. I was in the movie room playing a game of Madden and never even heard her walk in. I stopped the game and poked my head out to see what was up. Evidently, C had fallen asleep and was doing her best limp sack of flour imitation.

I helped Mrs with the groceries, then went back to the movie room to finish my game. I had not even finished 2 plays when Mrs walked in the room wearing her blouse and panties, pushed me back onto the couch, threw her legs on either side of my lap, and invaded my mouth with her tongue.

At first I was kind of annoyed. My day had it's fair share of downs. At the moment, I was just interested in relaxing and destressing. And, while it's not her fault, sometimes Mrs manages to pick the worst times to make a full court press. She noticed I wasn't exactly responsive. She said "O.k. and started to get up".

Mrs and I have been having a little bit of trouble with C when something goes wrong or doesn't go the way C wants. I have lectured her plenty that whether or not she has fun, or whether or not she's grumpy is a choice and the only person making you sad is YOU. These conversations went through my mind in the split second Mrs was lifting herself off of my lap.

I pulled her back down onto my lap letting my hands slid over her hips and into the back of her panties. She responded my grinding herself onto my lap. After a few minutes I finally felt the familiar stirring in my cock.

Mrs stood up to remove her panties, but I wasn't in the mood for the flexibility and strength required to fuck on the couch. I was in the mood for a good old fashioned fucking. So I stood up and pushed her towards the bedroom.

We tiptoed past our snoozing daughter on the way to the bedroom closing the door behind us once there. Before Mrs reached the bed she had peeled what little clothing she had off. Quickly I followed suit. Mrs knelt on the bed as the last of my clothes fell away. As I climbed on the bed, she quickly went down to all fours and took my cock in her mouth. I had an amature porn moment as I knelt on the bed gazing at the top of Mrs head taking my cock all the way in her mouth. I'm not John Holmes, but my cock was rock hard and, from that angle, looked impressive... well... at least to me.

Mrs did this interesting little maneuver where she, without taking her mouth off of my cock, rolled her shoulder under and slid from all fours to her back. She ran her tongue around my balls and along the underside of my cock.

Taking this as my cue, I leaned forward and quickly found Mrs' pussy with my tongue. After just a few seconds though, she pushed me away. Quickly, she spun herself around and pulled me between her legs. I felt her fingernails dig into my shoulder as my cock slid inside her dripping pussy. She moved her hands to my ass and spurred me deeper with her fingernails. We paused for a moment enjoying our intimate connection. But that wasn't what Mrs wanted. With her hands she moved my hips, out then back deep. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. I couldn't drive hard enough or fast enough to keep up with her hands. I could feel her juice coat my balls and thighs as she began to cum. Her breath caught and wrapped the comforter in both of her hands. Finally, she threw her arms and legs around me pulling me deep inside her. Watching Mrs cum beneath me was enough to push me over the edge. I came and came in one of the most intensive orgasms I've had in quite awhile. I felt as though I were crushing Mrs pelvis with my own as I tried to drive my cock deeper and deeper. My entire pubic area buzzed with intense pleasure long after I caught my breath.

No sooner had I stopped shuddering than Mrs pushed me away jumping up to recloth herself and check on C. Ah such is the life of parents.

Went out Wed. night. I started by hanging out with the pool team from work. By 8:30 I was bored and ready for something more interesting. So I went by the bar where HF and her team shoot pool.

The whole gang from The Dentist post (see sidebar) was there as well as a new addition I had not met before. She is a friend of HF... we'll call her S. S is... to put it mildly... a slut. Or rather she acts the part. I've heard stories and tend to believe it's more than an act. Now, I don't use the word slut in a derogatory way. In general, I find it highly entertaining. If S were my type, I would've probably been pretty turned on. S and HF talked shit to each other the whole night. Often times, HF would lean down and bury her head in S's ample cleavage leaving lip marks (from lipstick) or perform some other overtly pornographic act. S is on the... big side. To the point where it balances against the slut part and overall is a turn off. But it was highly entertaining.

Something I didn't mention in the Dentist Post was, at one point, someone wanted HF to bite the guys (this was at the bar, not the dentist office). I don't remember why, but she came over to me. I lifted my shirt and HF bit the shit out of me leaving these nice purple marks on my chest. That whole biting thing came up again. I said "I had to tell Mrs the bruises were from 'karate'" which HF found hillarious. S said "I LOOOVE bruises... it's such a good reminder" or something to that effect. Then she bent over a chair and started bouncing her ass while looking over her shoulder at GF and said "Ooooh... come on spank me. BRUIIISE me PLEEEEASE!!"

The shit talking with GF reached a whole new level. By the end of the night most of it was directed at me. I have a really tall wallet. It stick out of the top of my back pocket. GF said "LOOK at the size of that WALLET... and touched it". More than once. Initially, I played along and gave it back to him. But then I started kinda feeling like Donkey from Shrek. "hey Hey HEEEY!!!! That is UN-WANTED SEX-UAL ADVANCES!!!"

B was in rare form as well. HF was playing a match on a table way away from the rest of the team. Noone was helping her or watching. So I went over to keep her company. From across the bar B yelled "MIIISSTTEEEEEERR!!!! COMEEERE!!!!" There's nothing like a woman screeching like a cross between Lucielle Ball and Beaulah Balbricker to make my balls shrink up to the size of peanuts. I ignored her. She screeched again. I walked over to see what she wanted. She said "Listen, we need you over here". I looked at her like what in the hell for. She said "We need some eye candy". Now, as much as I'd like to think of myself as an Adonis, perhaps a Chippendale who missed his calling, I think the reality is more along the lines of a Trekkie. I laughed and started to walk back over to watch HF. She said "Well... look around.. you're the eye candy". This bar isn't exactly a hotbed of youthful activity. I think I was probably the only guy in there under 50 who wasn't still sporting a mullet. I walked away thinking "Wait a minute! I think I just got slammed!!" Hmph. Clearly I'm heart broken.

Nothing much happened after that. Everyone finished their matches. Then we left. So sorry, no salacious stories of debauchery or intermingling body parts.

However, HF asked me to walk her to her car. Once outside, she gave me a sidelong look and asked "So... when are we going to hook up?" I started to ask "Is now good for you?" but she quickly added "I can't tonight, I have to be in REALLY early tommorrow." Doh! I told her my schedule was pretty open. She is the one with kids and 3 jobs etc. I'm more than willing to be flexible. She said "Well, it may be kinda late one night, like after 9". So I gave her my pager information and told her whenever she felt like it, page me.

So one of my "never done" items could get checked off the list. I'm her on-call booty call! Maybe I'll see on my pager one night "Come fuck me NOW!!" We'll see.

Blech! Not having a good day. I woke up this morning with a vicious headache feeling nauseous. I felt like I went on a bender, except I haven't had anything to drink since the weekend. A handful of Advil and another hours sleep I staggered out of bed. With one eye half open I weaved my way into the shower. About 1/2 way through showering I realized, I was still only looking out of 1/2 of one eye. WTF?!? When I got out of the shower, a glance in the mirror revealed a pretty swollen eyelid on my left eye. Damnit I'm getting an eye infection to boot. And C is still sick. This is starting to get a little worrysome. All tests have come back normal. And I mean normal. Absolutely NOTHING out of the ordinary. We're in head scratching phase now.

Hopefully tommorrow will be a better day!

Yesterday afternoon, Mrs came home from work. I stayed home with the sick child all day. She walked in with this look that said something was wrong. I looked at her quizically. With a great pause for dramatic effect she said "Well.... it looks like we're merging departments at work". I said "Well.. that really doesn't mean anything for you does it?" C interupted, "What's merge?". I said "Hmmm... it's kinda when 2 things come together to make one". Mrs said "That's a good explanation". She continued her previous comment before the interuption "Not really... etc. etc. (I'm not going into details)". C asked again "What's merge?". I said "Well, this this case, a bunch of people in one area are going to join a bunch of people in another area". Mrs continued explaining everything to me. From C we hear "{sniffle} (followed by a hysterical) wwaaaAAAAAHHHHAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!". Startled, Mrs and I both ran over to her and asked "What's wrong?". She cried out "I don't WANNNA MERGE TO AN APARTMENT!!!!"

Heh! Kids!

I love being a Dad. I never thought I would want to have kids, but the second C popped out I was completely and totally smitten. It's something that you hear a lot from parents. "Oh it's different when it's your own child. Everything changes". I always thought to myself "blah blah blah.. whatever". But it's true. I often wonder if there is some kind of hormone or ingrained instinct with humans that once your child is born, you feel a love you have never felt before.

There is one thing I hate about being a parent. It's that helpless feeling when something is wrong with your child and you can't fix it. C is sick yet again. I think maybe I bragged too much when she was 2 and 3. "It's amazin, but once C got over the 'start school' flood of illnesses, she's been really healthy {pointing finger at head like a gun...POW}" She get's a fever once a month like clockwork. It started in February, and has continued once a month since. For the most part she's happy. As long as we keep it under control. But if her fever spikes, she's miserable. So far we have no indication as to a cause.

Fortunately, these things last about 3 days then she's as healthy and happy as can be... until next month. Sigh...

Nothing much else going on in pluffland. Busy weekend. C had her birthday party Saturday at one of those jump castle places. I jumped a lot. Did a lot of redneck stuff Sunday. Watched some football. Pretty much it.

Hmmm... this just gets more and more interesting.

Last night Mrs went to her monthly Bunko... Bunco... however the hell you spell it, night. After she left, I decided I was going to relax, enjoy a day or two break from working out, drink a little wine, surf a little porn, play a little madden.

I was sitting in the movie room right before 11 watching The Ultimate Fighter when the door flung open scaring the living shit out of me. Mrs came staggering in and plopped down on the couch next to me. She was clearly a little bit... hell a lot tipsy. She started telling me about her night. At first, it was about how she made someone's night by bashing their husband's ex-wife (did you follow that). You have to know Mrs, but to me, she is the quintessential genteel southern woman. She is my complimentary opposite. Whereby I am brash and often times tactless. She is completely tactful, thoughtful, elegent, eloquent. In this case, she bashed on of the girl's husband's former wife to make the girl feel much better about herself and her relationship. This is always standard procedure for her. In social settings, to always make someone feel special. She, however, frets about her interactions. Did she say the right thing? Was she gracious enough? I hear all of these insecurities after the fact. But no one would ever accuse her of being anything other than a gracious person.

I've known Mrs long enough to understand her insecurities. So usually when she talks about her evenings, it's along the lines of validation. I basically listen, then ultimately she'll ask "Do you think I said something wrong?". I'll say "Of course not. You are just way too worried about what other people think. Trust me you always say the right thing" etc..

Except last night, the conversation didn't go that way at all. Instead, the girl was really touched that Mrs thought that blah blah. THEN it lead to a conversation about Mrs ex. She was not married before. This guy was the closest thing to a fiance Mrs had before me. They dated for many years and most people thought it would ultimately lead to marriage. I don't know the specifics about why they broke up. But they did. Anyway, Mrs revealed to the girls, and I believe really she was revealing to ME, that her Ex started sending her e-mails about 3 weeks ago.

Mrs started telling me, the conversation she had with the girls about the e-mails. In my mind, I'm thinking, "No, you're really using that conversation to let ME know this is going on. So really, what ever you said to them, you are REALLY saying to me." So for the sake of simplicity, forget she was talking about a conversation with the bunko group. I only gave the history so I could explain how she kinda .... slid this into conversation with me.

Evidently, her ex sent her an e-mail several weeks ago. According to Mrs, she was stunned and chose not to reply. It evidently was a "Are you still out there?" kind of e-mail. Then, earlier this week, he sent another essentially accusing her of ignoring him. Mrs said she replied "Yes, I'm ignoring you". Then her manners took over and she sent another saying "Just kidding what's up?". His response was to mention something he found that he thought Mrs might have an interest in professionally. The details aren't really that interesting except that, at least according to Mrs, she shot him a couple of links and phone numbers for him to "follow up" with. I.e. people other than Mrs. Her implication that he try someone else.

That's was pretty much it. So while she's telling me this, I am thinking to myself "He asked a 'professional question'?" Translation - "I wonder if my ex would be interested in getting a little sumthin going... let's test the waters by... hmm let's see... oh yeah... I can ask her something about work! Clever....{pat's self on back}". Then it crossed my mind... wait a minute, this has been going on for three weeks?!?! And I'm just now hearing about it?!?! Oh... and you're slipping it in the conversation by telling me about ANOTHER conversation? Hmmm...

So really what does this mean to me? Ok, if she wants to have a little no-strings-attached fun with an ex... what does it really matter? I've said before I'm open to exploring a more open relationship. As long as she's with me and her focus is on our relationship and family, the rest is just fun and recreation. It's that whole broach the subject thing that's the problem for me. Maybe this is her way of testing the waters. Except that she's holding out with me. Which, at least in the context of open relationships, violates that whole still with me first part. That and I really don't like this guy. Not because he's her ex. He has one of those faux aristocratic better than thou attitudes. His family has a tiny bit of history and a little bit of money. And he's not afraid to tell you about it. I won't go into detail because it's only relevant in contrast, but my family actually founded my home town. One of the middle schools is named for my family, as is a park, the old high school football field, and a few other landmarks. There is a portrait of one of my ancestors hanging in the residence of one of the early Presidents. I won't say who, but I'll say he was one of the 1st 5 Presidents. It's not who I am and I don't live my life in that shadow. I drive a 11 year old truck. I live far away from my hometown. C is named after a damned movie star and not one of my forefathers (unlike Mrs' ex who named his first child after the LAST name of one of his). In fact, most people don't know I'm a direct descendant unless I tell them and I'm fine with that. In the overall scheme of the world, my family has had a miniscule part. But it irks me to no end to have someone with even less history act like they're a damned Rockefeller. I find being humble to be an important trait.

Of course, it also occurs to me, this could be yet another aspect of whatever game Mrs is playing. Bring up the ex to make Mr jealous. This is the more likely explanation.

So what did I do? I weighed my options. Clearly Mrs wants me to react in some way. And God help me (perhaps the 1/2 bottle of wine had something to do with it too) I thought about the comments from here (Semsex this is on you!! :) I went to the bedroom to find Mrs laying on her stomach facing the foot of the bed watching Project Runway (shudder). I jumped on her back pinning her arms beneath her and while mercilessly tickling her, played my part. With my fingers playing a tune on her ribs, I leaned in and in my most intimidating voice said "You make sure ex doesn't stick his aristocratic nose where my redneck ass feels the need to bloody it". Then I gave her a very thorough fucking.

Let the games continue.

Ok... I get the comments that it's not cool to play this game with Mrs. Let me say, if I thought SHE wasn't playing a game, I wouldn't. I found out (after we were married), Mrs was an avid advocate of "The Rules". For anyone who doesn't know, this is a book, which as far as I can tell, is essentially rules for trapping men. For example, after a first date (or it may be 2nd I don't remember specifics) do not call the guy. Or return his calls. Make him call you for another date. I don't know them all, but it really pissed me off when I heard about this. From my perspective, it's all about being manipulative and not about being with someone for who they are. You can't just "be" together, you have to fuck with their heads until they don't know which was is up and they are grateful for another date.

To add insult, all of the "women" in Mrs little group that hang out on Monday nights, used to coach the single women about "the rules". Of course they are all married now so who knows what they talk about.

So I have no doubt in my mind that what goes through Mrs head when it comes to sex is like a check list. Clean kitchen - check. Sent out thank you cards - check. Had sex with Mr - oooh we did it earlier this week so he needs to wait a while.

The last thing that really pisses me off about this is not only is there a game being played, but Mrs falls asleep on the couch damned near every night around 8 or 9 o'clock. So even if she's cleared it on the check-list, she's "too tired" any OTHER time.

I decided to go to bed early. I have another belt test tonight and wanted to make sure I got sleep. That and I've been doubling up on exercising to be prepared and was exhausted. I read for about 15 minutes before Mrs started locking up and turning off lights. Then she disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I really wasn't getting tired at all and was actually worried I would have another sleepless night. Mrs climbed into bed wearing a red silk teddy. My mind flashed back to the weekend and I thought "Oh... so NOW you want some". But, it was 50/50 when she wears that she wants some or is just simply out of clean night clothes.

She put her head on my shoulder and ran her arm through mine. Yup... she wanted some. I thought about the weekend and how she brushed me off. I just sat there reading my book. She started kissing my neck and running her hands across my chest. I kept reading. After a few minutes, she asked "Are you tired?". In my mind I thought, "Not really". Out loud I said "Yup". She rolled over and picked up her own book.

Fuck that! She can do without for a while. I'm sick of the whole "too tired"... "too busy"... "too whatever". If she's not getting it somewhere else, I'm going give her some time to wish she was.

I've had a very mixed weekend. Friday, I met Mrs, her friend L, and one of their co-workers for happy hour. We had a pretty good time. I think we went home around 8ish so it wasn't a really late night or anything. Per our usually M.O., we sat on the couch hanging out. Mrs didn't seem really interested in doing anything, so I took the opportunity to work on my hunting rifle (long story, the scope broke, I installed a new one). Next thing I know, I hear snoring coming from the couch (around 9:30). So I went to bed leaving Mrs on the couch.

Saturday, I took a belt test in karate. As I've said before, I have a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. But it has been literally 20 years since I formally worked out. 24 since my last belt test. This one was a piece of cake. But I didn't sleep very well the night before. I passed with flying colors. Afterwards, I ran a few errands. Got more ammo to sight in the new scope. Later, I watched my college team lose a nail biter. I don't really remember what happened after that. I just know I went to bed without Mrs again.

Which brings us to this morning. I woke up around 7:30 or 8. Mrs was still in bed on her stomach. She had kicked the sheets off. Her nightgown rode up exposing her ass. I rolled over laying my hand on a cheek. She stirred a bit. But just a bit. I fidgeted for a while. Rolling on one side. Then another. Finally, Mrs rolled away from me. I scooted over spooning with her. She turned towards me so she was half on her back and half on her side leaning against me. She draped her leg over mine. I rested my hand firmly between her legs with my middle finger putting a tiny bit of pressure on her pussy. I started to run my other hand around her nipples. Her nightgown was still riding pretty high, it was easy to run my hand inside to play with her breasts skin to skin. She just lay there, not moving, not doing.. anything. After a few minutes, I got bored and rolled back over. Mrs got out of bed. She brushed her teeth and did a few "morning" things. Usually, this is a sign she wants more. She walked out of the bathroom and over to my side of the bed. She leaned down to give me a kiss. I let my hand wander to her ass and cupped it gently. She said in a kind of exasperated voice "Mistteeeeeer". I grabbed her and pulled her on top of me. She sighed "I have to get up". We had absolutely no agenda for today. C wasn't up yet. No schedule. Nothing pressing. AND, it's even the time of day she seems to prefer. I said "Fine" and let go. She kinda made this noise like "well... if you insist" but not in a playful way... in a more annoyed tone and climbed under the covers. At this point, I was getting pissed off. I don't actually remember the last time we had sex. It hasn't been months or anything like that. But it has been at least a week or two, and clearly nothing memorable. So I said "no... go ahead and get up". She just lay there with her head on my shoulders as if weighing choices.. "I really want to get up... but now he's pissed... but do I give him what HE wants... or just get up". After just a few seconds, I pushed her off of me (gently, I may be pissed but I'm not a brute), grabbed my shorts, and started about an agenda for the day leaving her in bed.

For the rest of the day I did redneck stuff. Sighted in my scope. Went to my hunt club and wandered around trying to get the lay of the land so to speak. Being alone in the woods for a few hours really gave me time to ponder the whole situation. Then a few things kinda clicked in my brain. It's just an inkling. A convenient set of facts. Perhaps nothing at all. But I remembered happy hour on Friday. It was Me, Mrs, her friend L, and a co-worker. A MALE co-worker. R is probably a year younger than me. Very much into what he does as is Mrs. I didn't really pick up on anything... like.. tension. But then again, the last time I was in a situation like this was with my ex over 10 years ago. I expected it from her. If Mrs were fooling around, it would be a complete surprise to me.

But, once that thought popped into my brain, I put it in context of my ex. No interest in sex. Doing things socially with MEN in from her work. Even things involving me. I knew every guy she fooled around with before catching her with them.

I mean, it's a stretch because it so isn't Mrs. But... So I thought about what that would mean to us. On one hand, it would be liberating. As long as I knew she was fooling around, then I wouldn't feel guilty about my indiscretions at all. What is scary to me, is that I know I'm just having "fun". I have come to discover that sexual adventure is important to me. But my family is number 1. I love Mrs. I love C. My escapades are calculated risks. But at the end of the day, I am with Mrs. And I don't pretend otherwise. If she were to have an affair, I don't know the same rules would apply. IF that is what is going on now, she clearly doesn't want to have sex with me. Which implies detachment. Which in turn means an affair in the context of emotion.

Then again I could be making a big something out of absolutely nothing.

Addendum to the "Never done would like to do" list:

Use a cock ring.

Now that I've had a couple of days to... uh... collect my thoughts. Here is my list:

Things I've never done (and would be open to try). In no particular order.

1) Threesome (I'm a guy... duh)
2) Titty Fuck
3) Booty Call (be called or call)
4) Be tied up (or tie someone up).. add blindfold as a variation.
5) Have sex at work
6) Go to an orgy (or watch someone else have sex)
7) videotape (neck down... I'm bashfull otherwise)
8) shave, or be shaved (in an erotic setting that is)
9) Have sex in one of MY cars. Had sex in a GF's mini-van once... had oral in my vehicles.. but never full on penetration sex.
10) Have sex while camping (I have a thing about the outdoors)
11) Have sex all night in a hotel
12) I'm sure I'll think of more... this list may pop up again....

Anal... It's at the bottom of my list. Not something I'm dying to do. Just a "never done it" thing. But, if a partner wanted it, I'd try it at least once.

Things I've done that I really like to do... or do more... again in no particular order..:

1) well... sex... and oral... but with me that's a given
2) Sex in unusual places (that I can't imagine.. like the Dentist's office)
3) Playing with toys
4) Sex with other people (like a couple... like the dentist's office).. this is so close to a threesome... but I've done this.
5) watch my partner masturbate
6) different positions.. I've done a ton, I liked them all... I love to try new ones.

Ah... long weekend. I could go on and on about the cool redneck shit I did. Shooting... hunting (sort of).

Instead, I'll skip to the best part of the weekend. I spent an evening with HF. As I said in a previous post, HF bought a house. I have had her housewarming gift for a while. So last week I started teasing her. I told her I was just going to keep it for myself. I started giving her hints as to what it was. I never lied to her, but I took some of her questions about the gift very literally. I.e. "Does it REQUIRE electricity". My answer was no because technically, it doesn't require it. But it's no damned fun without it. She said she could get together Saturday night.

I decided to mess with her a little bit more. HF is VERY neat. I think her ideal date might actually be to watch a chippendale dancer clean her house... then maybe fuck her... or maybe not. The cleaning alone might do it for her. Anyway, I grabbed a couple of silk ties from my "formal" office days, went to walmart and got her a toilet brush. I wrapped the brush with the ties and put it in a little bag. I also grabbed batteries for her real gift and stuck them in the base of the brush.

When I got to her house, I got a quick tour. Then I handed her the gag gift. I told her I combined her desire to tie someone up with her cleaning fetish (I don't think I used those words exactly... but that was the gist). She gave me the most baffled look I've ever seen. I was going to let her stew on it for a minute or two, but her look told me the joke had a VERY limited lifespan. So I said "Ok.. let me get the rest" and bolted out the door.

There's a little history behind my gift. She had told me a while back, her husband bought her a vibrator. I don't remember her saying specifically, but I had the distinct impression it was her first and she REALLLY liked it. When she and her husband split up, he either took it or threw it away out of spite. At some point she joked that I should get her a new one for a housewarming gift. So I bought her a rabbit vibrator. The link isn't the exact model. But it's pretty close. I think the link is wired to a controller. Her's is self contained. But that's the only difference.

She squealed with delight. I was worried it may be a little too personal and was relieved when she got excited. We broke out the batteries. I have to say, this thing was pretty impressive just to look at. I felt... humbled by it's size. Then she turned it on. It whirred and buzzed to life. She squealed and giggled again. She looked apprenhensive as we watched the head rotate around and the ball bearing things (where the pearls are in the link) spin. Then she looked at me and said "So... you want to help me try it out?"

When I went over to her house, I had no expectations of anything. I hoped she would like the gift (and not freak out). I was prepared to give her the gift, laugh at it, turn it on and watch it buzz a bit, then go out and do something. But when she asked if I'd help her try it out... well... as per my usual mantra... who was I to say no? But I said "On one condition. I want to watch YOU use it". She said ok and off we went to the bed room.

She quickly cleaned the rabbit and, almost as quickly, peeled her clothes off. I plopped down on the foot of the bed. She grabbed a bottle of lube and drizzled it over the rabbit. The she drizzled it on her pussy. My cock sprang to life as she ran her fingers to her slit spreading the oil around.

At this point, let me interject, I have never watched a woman masturbate. None of my partners to date have ever been willing to let me watch them. They have always a) pretended they never did it or b) were too shy to let me watch them do it. So for me, this was a fantasy come true.

I'm not really sure what the ettiquete is for watching someone masturbate. I was on the foot of the bed and I positioned myself so I could see everything. But I didn't touch her. Aside from being extremely erotic, I have only ever watched women use vibrators in porn. I was curious as to how women actually use them (without trying to put on a show for men). Do they really pump them in and out fucking themselves with them? Do they just press them to their clit? All of the above? I was a little self conscious about my position. Was I being to clinical.. too leering.. I quickly forgot about all of that though.

HF slid the rabbit in. Then she turned it on. Immediately she moaned. My cock was rock hard at this point. She held the vibrator still and ground herself against it with very subtle motions. Her breathing quickened. Her moans became more intense. After just a few quick minutes she wrapped the sheets in her free hand and began to shake while arching her back. Her body began to quiver uncontrollably in the after shocks. Quickly, she turned it off. She said "I think that's the fastest I've ever cum".

She caught her breath for a minute, then looked at me and said "Well, why are you still wearing your clothes?" I jumped up and peeled them off then climbed in bed with her. She looked at me and said "What do you want to do you've never done?" I was thinking to myself... "Hmmm... let's see the dentist office was out there... I just watched a woman play with a vibrator, there aren't any other naked woman here... my 'never done' quotient is kinda peaked at the moment". My mind was truly blank. I'm sure for the next two weeks I'll think of things I should've said or should've done. But at the moment, my mind was gone. I said, "Well, you can cowboy your ass off if you want?" Without hesitation, she pushed me back on the bed. In an instant, she straddled me slipping my cock inside. I lay back and watched her as she rode my cock. She leaned back and rode it. She leaned forward. She moved her hands to lift herself higher. She ground her hips taking me deeper. I was perfectly content to lay back and enjoy it.

I've said it before, I really enjoy it when a woman climbs on top. A) they can move just how they like and it's a real turn on for me to know they are getting as much pleasure as possible B) it obviously is an incredible feeling and C) I can go and go and go. As much as I enjoy it, I have a hard time cumming from bottom. Which is ok by me. I want my partner to truly enjoy themselves.

So after a while, it seemed as if HF was starting to get a little bit tired. I sat up, cupped her ass, and swung her around beneath me. She was so wet at this point, I was incredibly turned on. I began to fuck her hard. Our bodies slapped together as I drove myself deep inside her. It didn't take long at all before I feel it welling inside. I came hard. Usually, when I cum it's so intense I'm spent immediately. This time, it build slowly. And when I came, it was really intense. And it kept going... and I kept going... until finally I was completely spent.

Then she said "Now what do you want to do?" My mind quickly blurted "Do it again?"... but I didn't want to be pushy. So I said, "Hey, wanna go shoot some pool?" She said "Great!" and jumped up to get dressed.

The rest of the evening was really nice. We went to shoot a little pool. Then it dawned on me, we went straight into playing with her rabbit, did she eat any dinner? So I asked. She said "I'm starving!!" Then I felt like a real heel for not suggesting dinner as soon as I got to her house. We ended up eating a late dinner. Then I drove her back to her house. We sat around and chatted a bit. There was a few awkward minutes where I realized how late it was. HF was clearly tired and she had to work Sunday. For me, I had a certain amount of time out. I was nervous about heading home too soon. I was in that weirrd time where, if I left right then, it would be too early... but if waited just another 15 or 20 minutes, it would be ok. 15 or 20 minutes wasn't really enough time for me to find something else to do while waiting... so I kinda stalled. I felt bad because I knew HF needed to get to sleep. Finally, right as I was about to say something, HF said "Well.. it's really late and I gotta work". Inside I cringed thinking "damnit I stayed too long".

We walked to the door. She said "Maybe we'll have to try out those ties soon".

Now THAT would be something I haven't ever done. It's sad but true. I have never been tied up, or had anyone willing to be tied up. Hmmm...

Years ago, after our divorce, my ex-wife decided to stay in our town. It was a little bit surprising because a) we were both from towns on the other side of the state b) she didn't exactly have a career here, she was doing secretary work, and c) in spite of her infidelity, she didn't have anyone local to "hold" her here.

At first, her proximity was a little uncomfortable. She kept in touch with my sister and a few friends. We rarely ran into each other even though we lived in the same general area. I always expected to see her at the grocery store or Wal-Mart. But it never happened.

One day, she sent me an e-mail to tell me she was moving to the mid-West. I thought to myself "Thank God". The timing was good because we had settled on a dollar figure for her part of our holdings. Our agreement was 5 years to pay it off. I had been regularly paying her a good part of it every year. I think we were in year 3 at this point. I had a particularly good tax return that year and had the cash to pay her the rest of it in 1 lump sum. So I went to her place, gave her the money, and walked away thinking that's that.

About 2 years later, I received an e-mail from her. Her Dad died and she found some of my stuff that inadvertantly ended up in his house and wanted to give it back. I met her for coffee. We chatted for a while. She told me she remarried and had moved back here. During the conversation I mentioned Mrs and I were building a house. She said "Really? Where?". I said "In NAME OF SUBDIVISION". She gave a nervous chuckle and said "That's funny, my husband and I have a house in SUBDIVISION".

I almost spit my coffee. She moved half way across the damned country, THEN back to my town. And not only that, but to the fucking neighborhood where MY new family is moving!! I just can't seem to get away from her!!

Our neighborhood is one of those that has a bunch of little sub-sub divisions in it. Fortunately, our section is way in the back and hers is in the front. In the 3 years since we moved, I have seen her exactly 4 times.

This morning was the 4th time. She was out doing the morning "power walk" thing. She used to be very athletic. Played soccer. Ran. I heard through friends of friends she recently had a child. So it was no surprise to see her power walking with a stroller.

She waved. I caught myself gawking only because I wasn't sure if it was her at first or not. As I drove past, I realized, I have absolutely no feelings one way or the other for her. A lot of people carry around a lot of baggage one way or the other, love or hate, or maybe hate because of love... After she waved, the only thought going through my mind was "How 'bout that. She DID have a kid". Well, and the thought that goes through my mind with 90% of women I see, "She's fuckable".