28# Quickie with PALMela HANDerson

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27# - Potentially being caught

The smell of cheap air freshener splashed on my face from the air moving as I opened the restroom door. I entered casually looking around to make sure that I was alone and then made my way to one of the restroom stalls. The muffled sounds of work activity on the other side of the wall gave me an exhilarating sense of excitement from potentially being caught. I stood with my back against the stall door eyes closed trying to imagine what it would be like to get oral sex in a restroom stall. I unbuckled my belt with a sneaky smile on my face then unfastened my pants exposing the zipper that I gently pulled downward. I pushed my right hand into my boxer shorts slowly moving downward across my fuzzy shaved pubic area. “I wonder if Jennifer would be freaky enough to swallow my man cream in the men’s restroom,” I thought fantasizing about being seduced by the young college intern. My palm felt warm when I wrapped my fingers around the middle of my shaft, pulling carefully to remove my throbbing maleness from its snug but restricting space. Man cream oozed slightly to the surface of my mushroom cap as I teased myself with slow up and down shaft strokes. My imaginary images were vivid in my mind seeing the top of Jennifer’s head bouncing up and down in my lap. I began to breathe heavy from my mouth as I imagined the friction from my sliding hand was me pushing and pulling my dick in and out of Jennifer’s mouth. With every stroke, I added a little more pressure and speed until the sensation was tickling the pit of my stomach as I anticipated the hard squirting climax to come. My erection was long and thick; definitely battle ready as I opened my eyes to watch myself sliding in my hand. My confidence grew as I felt like I could satisfy any woman making myself smile from a little penis envy. My sexual mischief was interrupted by the squeaky sound of the restroom door opening. I shook my head in disbelief hearing my boss and another co- worker entering talking loudly. Their echoing voices and reality of my situation shrank my python into an inchworm almost instantly. I stood motionless and silent for a few moments with my meat in my hand feeling disappointed as I forced myself to drain my bladder. The fluid trickled out slowly until it became a full stream clearing my ding-a-ling of the man cream that would have potentially left a wet spot on the front of my slacks…

BLOG 26 -Sex with a skeleton

"Why do you keep thinking about some other chick who is emailing you when your wife seems to be handling her business at home" Jennifer asked? "That's what’s wrong with married people, always wanting something or someone new instead of being happy with what they have. If she is treating you right, you should try to make things work sexually with her,” Jennifer preached only knowing half the story. “That’s the problem,” I thought to myself “she isn’t treating me right especially sexually” I thought reflecting on my wife’s deceptive masturbating. “We try to spice things up sexually but I always end up feeling like I’m having sex with a skeleton,” I thought to myself remembering a photo I saw on the internet.

“Okay” Jennifer said “I feel better now after putting in my two cents...WOO0SAAAH” she whispered loudly making us both start laughing. I walked out of her cubical leaving her in suspense by not commenting on her perspective as she shouted, “I’m always here if you want to talk.” The thought provoking mystery writer consumed my mind melting my logic into irrational thought soup as I walked towards my office. “Who the hell keeps sending me these wild e-mails?” I whispered quietly thinking out loud to myself as I walked down the hall looking at the messages on my cell phone. I glanced at my watch noticing that it was almost time to meet Angie for lunch smiling at the fact that I had not done any work this morning. Most of my time was spent talking to Jennifer trying to get her woman's point of view and flirt with her at the same time.

I stopped at the restroom on my way back to my office feeling daring after reading my messages again. The electricity of my thoughts surged through my body making my dick get hard again. I thought about masturbating and the intense pleasure of a hard squirting release of built up pressure. “I could kill two birds with one stone if I humored the man meat e-mail photo request,” I thought as the urge to cum over ran my logic and common sense. I was curious to see what would happen; maybe I could make a new female friend. Or, be humiliated by the never-ending series of jokes, rumors and office gossip that would occur if the photo was made public...

BLOG 25 - Bite me in the ass

As I logged out of my message box I heard Jennifer ask, “Is everything ok” as she continued reading my body language decoding the expression on my face. I looked at her and took the box from her hands telling her “I will explain on the way to your cubical.” I was going to take a foolish chance and cross the thin line of sexual harassment by opening up to her and telling her everything that had been going on with me. I hope that this does not come back to bite me in the ass and become the hot new office gossip. I took a hesitant deep breath then spoke slowly telling her everything starting with my dream. I spoke in detail about my wife secretly masturbating and me catching her only to have her deny the whole thing. I told her about me wanting to explore sexually but not wanting to hurt my wife. Our conversation became detailed so I spoke softly so that only she could hear as we walked with me walking behind her. I couldn’t help but noticing her sexy stride with the extra little twist in her hips. Her short skirt fit her coke bottle shape perfectly attracting my eyes to her swaying hips and firm ass hypnotizing me with its seductive movement. I began to speak with long pauses between sentences as I found myself repeating myself from time to time trying to look at her ass and talk at the same time. I became overwhelmed by her flirty nature and youthful sex appeal to the point of energizing my lust and erection again. I handed her my cell phone showing her the messages after I told her that I was receiving e-mails and that’s when she put in her two cents. “Wow” she said laughing at our conversation “your wife was enjoying her "me time". You should be really turned on by watching her do her thing but I understand why you weren’t. Self-pleasure is a beautiful thing and with a pussy like you just described, I'd want to touch it too. Do your thing wifey,” she said smiling with envy as we reached her cubical.

“Don't hate hubby, it's just one of those things that a woman has to do. Her not telling you is just part of us following our code of conduct and not breaking our woman rules. It’s amazing the lengths people go to when they are trying to cover up something,” she said changing the subject playing the devils advocate about the situation going on at my house. “You and Angie have not done anything yet and you are already acting as if you have which says to me that you definitely want to” she said as I tried to downplay my lust for Angie. “If your wife knew about Angie then you wouldn’t have anything to hide,” she added as she started looking at me with her woman glare…

BLOG 24 - One time invitation

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BLOG 23 - Stroking myself

My mind was racing with endless possibilities and scenarios as everything in my world suddenly became suspect. “Me and Angie flirt with each other a lot but what if she wasn’t flirting, what if she was joking but serious,” I thought to myself as I stared into space. I felt myself becoming aroused physically seeing visions of her and me having sex in my mind. I saw myself on top of her with her legs on my shoulders grinding hard and deep picking up speed with every rhythmic stroke. Her body will be warm and soft as I hold her firmly looking into her eyes falling into the depths of her sensuality. The mental images made my dick get super hard stretching the woven fabric tight along the zipper of my dress pants. I could no longer lie to myself “I am super hot for Angie,” I confessed to myself in my thoughts. I squirmed in my chair from the throbbing uneasiness of my erection hunching like a dog in heat breathing through my mouth trying to regain my composure. “Damn” I thought to myself stretching my legs pushing my hard on into the confining space under my zipper. “It’s too early in the morning for this shit,” I thought aloud noticing the clock on my desk phone reading eight forty a.m. I began moving my manhood around with my hand trying to adjust my meat for comfort stroking myself through my pants as I tingled with arousal. “Good morning Devin” a voice shouted as she entered my office without knocking seeing me with a hand full of erection. “I tried to make eye contact with you and not startle you but I saw that you were busy,” she said smiling looking down at my lap. She leaned forward to get a better look at my bulging slacks spilling the contents out of the box that she was carrying. My face glowed red with embarrassment as I stood up to help her pick up the mess she made in my office. As I walked around the corner of my desk, she was squatting down sitting on her heels eye level with my hard on. There was no denying my early morning excitement I was just glad that she remained professional. I quickly squatted down beside her to hide my early morning woody and to help her clean up the spilled papers. “She spilled these papers on purpose,” I thought to myself as I gave her a thumbs up

and points for creativity. “Aren’t you going to congratulate me,” she asked smiling like the cat that ate the canary. “I got hired full time today and im moving into my new cubical down the hall, she said letting me know that we would be seeing each other a lot more often. Her words became muffled as I looked down her shirt trying to get a glimpse of her youthfulness. “I want to just grab her, throw her on my desk, and fuck the shit out of her,” I thought to myself as she noticed me looking at her breasts. “Congratulations Jennifer” I said trying to play it off “I remember when I got hired for my first real job and how excited I was.” She did not appear to be offended by my wandering eyes; she wanted me to look smiling when I gave her the wanted attention…

BLOG 22 - Why not you

I was more interested now than ever to hear their story especially since I had just gotten off the phone with Tiffany. Before I could even tell Angie that I had spoke to Tiffany she told me that she gave her my cell and work number and that she was going to call me today. “Gotta go but I will meet you for drinks and lunch at Club Jewel’s at twelve thirty don’t be late” I said as my desk phone rang a second ring.

“Thanks for calling this is Devin how can I help you?” I said trying to get into my normal work routine. “Hey it’s me again I just had something that I needed to say to you before I forgot” she said talking and forgetting that I was at work. “I think you and Angie are going to have an affair or at least she wants to” she said making me feel like I was in grade school again. “Me and Angie are just good friends, what makes you think that”

I asked sensing a hint of jealousy in her voice. “I saw her facial expressions when she got your email and that shows that she wants to and you know you are feeling the same. She has already been with some of my other so called "friends" so why not you” she asked with a slight sense of disappointment. “So called friends like who,” I asked feeling like a fool when she answered “your friend Brian” as she paused to listen and read my reaction. “She probably thinks that I know about her husband, and I do but I can’t tell her that,” I thought quietly to my self. “I can’t prove it but I know that they had sex, there’s just something about Angie that just can't be trusted. “Your wife better look out” she said laughing to ease the tension of our conversation then she said “or maybe they are in cahoots.” The phone went silent as her cell phone dropped our call in the middle of her talking leaving my mind full of unanswered questions…

BLOG 21 - Last time I saw her

The rest of our shower was silent as my disbelief turned into frustration. I didn’t tell her how I was feeling I just decided to take matters into my own hands. “It would be different if this was a one-time thing but this happens almost every night,” I thought replaying the lies and denials in my mind. Today was going to be different I am no longer going to put my satisfaction in her hands I am going to get her a little help. I arrived at work early so I sat in the car and started composing Angie a text message. Before I could type any key strokes, my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller I.D and smiled answering the phone with an excited “hello.” She replied back talking just as excited saying, “it’s about time you answered your damn phone I have been trying to call you for two days.” I laughed and replied sarcastically “hello Tiffany, it’s good to hear your voice to” as we, both laughed with excitement. “How did you get my cell phone number?” I asked, “Angie gave it to me I hope that I didn’t call you at a bad time.” I thought about what Angie told me about her and Tiffany and answered her smiling “no I just got to work and was walking in the door.” We spent the next few moments catching up on what each other has been up to as I started thinking about the last time I saw her. We were at her 2007 New Years Eve party she had at her house before she moved to Texas. I can still remember how sexy she looked as her intoxicated flirting made me feel like a fox in the hen house. I remember being super drunk and asking her to “show me your titties” and getting surprised when she did

What was even more surprising is that she did it in front of her husband and he laughed at me when I took a close up picture with my cell phone camera. I had to end our call early because I had just walked into my office and my desk phone was ringing. “I will call you back later when I get off from work,” I said hearing her reply, “You better call me I’m in town for our class reunion and I want to see you.” We disconnected our call as I answered my desk phone. “Thanks for calling this is Devin how can I help you?” I said as I put my cell phone on vibrate and turned on my computer. “Did you get my text messages?” the laughing voice asked as I came up with an expected but rather witty reply. “There are three things in the world that you and I should never share with each other. The first is our tooth brushes, the second is our underwear and last but most important you should never under no circumstance ever share pictures of Mr. Sexy with me again.
I laughed my ass off when I read your message that wasn’t what I expected. The picture of Mr. Sexy is not even, close to what I envisioned you would even call sexy. What a way to keep me on my toes and get a good laugh too” I said still chuckling about her message. We laughed for at least five more minutes as Angie told the details about her encounter with Mr. Sexy. “I wanted to call you early to make sure that we are meeting this afternoon for cocktails. If you come, I will tell you about my super hot sex with Tiffany…

BLOG 20 - Satisfy herself

It was hard to see the details but I knew she was feeling good by the sticky sound of her fingers stirring on the rim down to the bottom of her honey pot. I was feeling an explosion of emotions during that thirty minutes starting with complete sexual arousal ending with feeling lied to and deceived. “She told me she was so tired,” I thought to myself watching her body tremble while she enjoyed a silent orgasm with me lying next to her with my dick hard as a brick. I finally decided to join in on the action moving my arm to caress her body when she snatched her hand from between her legs and rolled over quick. She obviously was unaware that I had been watching her as I played it off and rolled over on to my stomach. After moving to cover her body with the blanket she lay motionless and silent with the distinct musky smell of her sex floating in the air. I also lay still and silent angry at her deception as she thought only of how she could satisfy her self. This would be the night that I decide to explore my own sexuality and begin to satisfy myself and masturbating was not how I was going to do it. After a few moments passed I calmed down my irrational thinking, I figured that I must have startled her and maybe she was embarrassed. That thought eased my mind but I wanted to be sure and make a decision based on how she answered a question

When the alarm clock went off, we both rolled out of bed like normal and took our usual morning shower together. As we washed each other I asked her “how did you sleep last night” which was not out of the ordinary for me to ask.

“I slept like a brick, I didn’t hear anything last night” she replied unaware of the experience that I had during the night. I gave her another chance when I said, “I slept ok but I woke up around ten minutes after four and fell back asleep somewhere around five in the morning.” I waited silently as our morning shower suddenly took a different turn that only she could correct…

BLOG 19 - Horny as hell

We lay in the bed watching television until almost mid night

when my wife started dosing off to sleep. She always put on the falling asleep act when she wanted me to turn off the television. I did not mind her subtle manipulation because it usually meant she wants some attention and that leads up to some foreplay and us getting our sex on. I gave her a little nudge to supposedly wake her up caressing her naked body enjoying the scent of her shower gel. I was still horny as hell from our unfinished laundry room action so I might as well finish that too. She pretended to be in a drunken consciousness acting half sleep half awake telling me how sleepy she was and that she would make it up to me tomorrow. I became frustrated but outwardly understanding as I left her alone to fall asleep for real, as I tried to do the same. I was lying on my right sides facing her when I awoke a few hours later from a quick power nap disturbed by how hot it was in our room. I did’nt move my body I only opened my eyes seeing her silhouette on top of the blanket in front of me. She had on her birthday suit lying on her back inviting my eyes to trace the silhouette of her body in the darkness. Something was odd in the outline of her body noticing her right arm extended across her body with her hand palm down between her legs.

Her legs were spread apart slightly as her left hand caressed her breasts pinching and squeezing her nipples. Her eyes were closed being fully engulfed in her self-touching probably thinking that I was still asleep. I started faking my heavy sleep breathing as to not alert her to my intrusion into her fantasy time. I was amazed at her silence as I watched her skillfully controlling her finger movements while keeping her breathing steady. It was four ten in the morning as I remained motionless watching her make love to her self in the darkness…

BLOG 18 - Mr. Sexy

From: dwoods@globaltech.com
Date: Thu, Aug 2009
To: sexy_angie@yahoo.com



I was sitting at a red light on my way home today when I saw Mr. Sexy crossing the street. I blew my horn at him and took his picture with my cell phone when he turned around to see who was honking. Just thought I would share…



I was also going to ask you do you want to hook up and have a drink tomorrow during lunch or maybe an after work drink at Club Jewel’s??? CALL ME!!!!!

I shook my head laughing at her weird sense of humor as I considered meeting her for lunch tomorrow. I was more interested in her after work invitation to Club Jewel’s which is the hottest most popular lesbian club in the city. My mind filled with excuses and reasons to be late home from work when I decided to just tell the truth, sort of. I heard the sound of my mother in law starting her car in our drive way which was my cue to get back to my normal husband routine. I heard the television turn on in my bedroom and that let me know wifey was close so I had to play it off convincingly. I flushed the un used toilet and opened the window making a little more noise than usual. I grabbed the air freshener and gave the room a heavy spray of sparkling citrus scent courtesy of Air Wick. I stood in front of the mirror and put my phone on silent as the sink water ran to give the illusion of me washing my hands. I put the phone in my front pocket and walked out fast quickly closing the door behind me. “I would not go in there for at least thirty five to forty five minutes if I were you” I said joking about the non existent smell in the bath room…

BLOG 17 - Creamy and wet

I went into the bathroom closing the door behind me and turned on the exhaust fan. This is how we warned each other that what we affectionately called the gas chamber was in use. I sat down on the closed toilet feeling more at ease about opening my messages knowing that she would not just walk in on me in here. I opened my inbox and smiled when I saw what was wrote on the subject line…

From: sexy_angie@yahoo.com
Subject: creamy and wet…
To: dwoods@globaltech.com



Hey!!! where in the hell are you? I have been trying to call you and your ass has not called me back. I got something creamy and wet for you and you wont even call me back LOL. Anyway, our reunion is coming up Friday and I wanted to touch base.. CALL ME!! Don't keep me waiting (wink) “do you think im sexy in my new glasses???

I laughed after I read her message she was always flirting and of course I replied flirting to...

From: dwoods@globaltech.com
Subject: creamy and wet…
To: sexy_angie@yahoo.com
You are so funny!… you better stop playing before I start taking you seriously LOL. I saw that you were trying to get in touch just been busy messing around at work??? What’s wet and creamy??? Bet it isn’t as creamy as the one I just took my tongue out of LOL. I saw that I had a missed call from Tiffany about 5 minutes ago and speaking of her you have a hot story to tell... remember? I will call you later today…your glasses gives me hot flashes of the sexy librarian look…

D

I scrolled down my call log looking for Tiffany”s phone number when another message popped into my inbox…
From: dwoods@globaltech.com
To: sexy_angie@yahoo.com
Subject: creamy and wet…

Oh I see what I have to do to get your attention. I haven't forgotten the story. What did you and Tiffany talk about? Oh I can show you what is wet and creamy better than I can tell you (smile) You better call me TODAY!

BLOG 16 -Trying to resist

I watched in amazement as she cleaned her second plat of pot roast ironically washing it down with a diet coke. She knew what I was thinking as she sat across from me at our dinner table smiling at me from time to time during dinner looking with her eyes sparkling. I wondered what she was thinking about; did the sound of our sex turn her on? If she was feeling offended by what we were doing, she could have easily made her presence known by knocking on the door but she didn’t. I smiled to myself as my ego grew tall and wide because I knew I gave my wife one of the best orgasmic experiences she has had in a while. I found myself in the middle of an awkward moment but I just smiled and joked as if nothing was wrong. Her mother stood up from the table to take care of her dishes when I found myself scanning her contour with my eyes. She looked very sexy to be in her mid sixties and that’s how I hoped my wife would look when she turned sixty. Her breasts were still looking perky and firm complimenting her flat tummy and her round curvy ass looked like it still had some jiggle in it. I wondered did she still get her action on because truth be told I would love to get me some of that. I excused myself from the table leaving them to have their usual girl talk time picking up my pants from in front of the laundry room to get my cell phone. I tossed the clothes in the hamper in the laundry room and made my way back to our bedroom.

I held the phone in my hand trying to resist turning it on but curiosity got the best of me. I turned on the phone in anticipation of another e-mail and when the screen opened, I had one new message. I sat on the bed with my heart pounding wanting to open and read the message but not wanting to risk my wife walking in and catching me reading it…

BLOG 15 - "Dripping wet"

I began to slow my clitoral attack easing her mind and body downward from the combined intensity of multiple orgasms. I was no longer flicking my tongue and finger like humming bird wings it was more like soft swirling tongue suckling with light G spot caressing. She was breathing heavy and fast when she whispered “damn baby that was so good” slurring when she spoke letting her body lay limp on the washer. It was during the silence between her seductive moaning that I realized that the washer had completed its cycle. My index finger was dripping wet when I pulled it out from between her puckering pussy lips. I started kissing my way back up her stomach when round two was interrupted. We heard an unfamiliar cell phone ringing coming from our kitchen then answered by a muffled female voice. I got up quickly to see who was violating the security of our personal space when I recognized a familiar voice talking. “Oh shit, your mother is here,” I said as I opened the laundry room door slightly to look out. “Oh my god do you think she heard us in here” my wife said as her face turned red with embarrassment. We scrambled to find clothes to put on as we laughed at the fact that we undressed in the kitchen where she was sitting. “I hate when she just pops up like that, you need to get our door key back from her,” I said upset about not being able to get my action on. She walked out first to greet her mother and block the hallway so I could make my half-naked way down the hall to get dressed. My wife and her mother are super cool and very close but this was going a bit too far,” I thought to myself feeling caught as if I was a child. I returned about fifteen minutes later dressed smelling like mouth wash feeling embarrassed when I walked past the clothes pile her mother put next to the washroom door. I greeted her with a hug and smile thinking “damn how long has she been here” noticing that she had taken the roast out of the oven and had finished her first helping. “I didn’t hear anything when she came in; how could I over the roar of the running washing machine. I guess she got dinner and a show because I know she heard us in the washroom getting it on”

BLOG 14 - "Yes baby yes, don't stop!"

I bent over standing in front of her with my face deep between her legs spreading her pussy lips with my tongue. It circled upward to her hard clit then down to the opening where I enjoyed the creamy fruit of my efforts. She welcomed my penetrating index finger with a sexy whispering moan as I pushed it in slowly palm facing upward. I bent my finger as if I was motioning her to come to me as I called her orgasm with a G spot massage. I was giving her my best performance moaning from the vibration of the washing machine against the tip of my erection. My thoughts were aroused and focused on the vision of the young sexy intern combined with the physical sensations of my washroom interlude. The washer roared as it spun fast on the final rinse cycle vibrating violently adding to the intensity of my foreplay. “Yes baby, yes don’t stop,” she shouted as she moaned loudly approaching the edge of her first orgasm. Her body shook wildly when she reached her climax thrusting her hips hard into my finger and tongue as I tried to control her movement. My head bounced up and down in the rhythm of her gyrating thrusts as her body vibrated like the washer from the fluttering motion of my flicking tongue. “Yes” she screamed over and over feeling the strong orgasmic contractions of her puckering pussy lips. She howled one long high-pitched moan in ecstasy as I worked my finger and tongue as fast as I could. I worked them together with controlled aggression creating all of the friction on her clit and G spot that I could physically produce. She grabbed the back of my head smashing my face into her super sensitive triangle no longer gyrating just trembling and screaming. Her second and third orgasms came back to back quickly sending a rushing river of thick white cream running down my finger into my palm and spilling off the side of my hand…

BLOG 13 - Weird kind of threesome

With her hips gyrating against my mid section, she wrapped her legs around my waist crossing her feet behind my thighs. My left hand was palm down caressing her right breast dragging the length of my index finger gently up and down on top of the sensitive part of her nipple. Gently squeezing it between my middle and ring fingers licking the exposed tip perturbing through the backside of my hand. I reached up with my right hand placing it on her left breast pushing both of my hands together to suckle both nipples at the same time. Her size thirty two D cup breasts were perky and soft to the touch beautifully shaped as they responded to the touch of my flicking tongue. I wondered did the intern have soft breasts like my wife as I began comparing them against each other. The nipple teasing ended with the right amount of time spent admiring and exploring around them as I moved downward licking across her navel. I envisioned my boss’s wife again in my mind with my eyes closed placing her face and body over my wife's silhouette as my wife enjoyed my foreplay skills. I was aroused sexually by who my boss’s wife was respecting her office authority but deep inside really wanting to sex her at the same time. I wanted to control her using my wife’s flesh and my vivid imagination, forcing her to open her legs with my flicking tongue. She did exactly what I wanted her to do as her legs opened like a flower in the morning catching the rays from the sun. She placed her hands on the back of my head as I teased her again by licking around the shape of her triangle. When I got back to the top stopping directly under her navel I twirled my tongue down slowly. into her open woman flesh. I was flicking my wet tongue between her squirming hips until it reached her tingling clitoris. My tongue became flat and wide as I made my way down to the sugar factory pushing inside of her enjoying a good deep lick. “Oh shit baby that feels so good your tongue is so hot and wet,” she said trying to squeeze my tongue with her woman muscles. I heard her voice but with my eyes closed, I saw the interns face as I began to experience a weird kind of threesome. ..

BLOG 12 - Lust filled thoughts

The thought really turned me on as I got into the fantasy of being with his wife. Thinking about her and feeling my wife’s touch was weird ringing the bell of guilt defining the very nature of thinking irrational. For a brief moment I wondered “has my wife ever done the same to me” like having lust filled sex in a wet dream but not telling. She unbuttoned down to the last button of my shirt pulling it out of my pants then moving right to my belt buckle. We walked slowly kissing wildly with our eyes closed bumping into everything kissing like two teenagers as we ripped each other’s clothes off. I imagined what my boss’s wife would look like naked seeing flashes of her breasts in my mind.

We were both naked when we bumped into the washroom door still kissing and caressing each other as I turned the doorknob. The door swung inward taking us with it kissing and tripping over the sorted laundry piles landing softly against the running clothes washer. We giggled as I unwrapped the towel that some how were twisted around my ankle and folded it in half and placed it on top of the vibrating washer machine. I lifted her up and sat her down gently on the top of the washer then stepping forward between her legs. I suggested that she lay back by pushing her shoulders backwards gently with both hands. As she lay back slowly, I kissed her neck with my tongue in a soft tickling circle. A flash of the interns face entered into the chaos of my lust filled thoughts. Seeing her young body naked on top of the washer where my wife is now sitting. I began pecking slowly down her shoulder on to the top of her left breast using the tip of my tongue when I reached her hard dark nipple. I imagined that I was not with my wife but with the intern in the storage room at work or on my desk in my office. My soft suckle and swirling tongue tip pleased her as she moaned with pleasure. My imagination was so vivid and running wild that I could almost smell the interns perfume seeing her with her skirt pulled up sitting on the edge of my desk. My hard dick was pressing against the cold vibrating washing machine as I lusted for the intern but was enjoying foreplay with my wife…

BLOG 11- Imagination running wild...

My mouth hung open in disbelief as my erection grew in my pants provoked by this e-mail message. I had to take a moment and think deep about what was happening to me. He is not gay or bi, but he will do whatever you want him to do or make him do “I’m not into that shit” I thought to myself frowning at the thought. I decided not to reply to the messages and got back on the road driving with my mind wandering. My imagination was running wild seeing sexual visions of all of the women that I work with. “What if it was her” crossed my mind as I envisioned all of their faces and body types one at a time laughing at some and shaking my head yes to others. “All of them are married except the intern so that counts her out,” I said thinking out loud struggling to figure out who sent the e-nail. What if it was my wife playing a game to see how I would react or even if I would tell her? The possibilities were endless as I ran down my list of scenarios confusing myself into frustration. I got home about five minutes after six o’clock turning off my cell phone when I walked into the house. I was walking through the kitchen savoring the aroma of a rib roast baking slowly in the oven when I was welcomed with a hug and kiss. She pressed her body hard against mine moaning softly becoming pleasantly surprised at my quick erection. It was not her usual welcome home kiss it was the “give me some sex right now kiss.” I did not resist the opportunity to release my own sexual electricity kissing her passionately caressing her curvy satin robe covered contour. “I couldn’t wait until you got home from work,” she whispered between pecks of our lust-filled kiss unbuttoning my shirt at the same time. Her soft whisper triggered thoughts of the e-mail message I received as I began seeing visions of me kissing my boss’s wife…

BLOG 10- aggressive, dominant black man

From: chocolate_covered_cherry@gmail.com
Subject: Thinking about you
To: “Devin"
Date: monday, August 17, 2009, 5:40 PM

By now you are wondering who I am and what I want from you. Who I am is not important right now, the only thing that matters is what you do from now on. What is important is to tell you that I am looking for a aggressive, dominant black man to fuck me really good in front of my husband. I have this fantasy about being taken by one or two men as my husband hides under the bed cowering in fear. I am going to be your resistant but captured woman pleading and begging for you to not hurt me. I will give you what you want if you take it but I want you to be verbally abusive to both of us...especially me. You must be willing to come to our house and take me sexually in front of him in roll play aggressively fucking me in our bed. If you don't know how to call another man a pussy degrading him to his face while you take his woman and fucking the shit out of her in front of him, we probably are not what you are looking for. Are you strong enough to "TAKE" the pussy? he is not gay or bi, but he will do whatever you want him to do or make him do. If you have a friend for a tag team he can join in too... The key to it is that you must degrade him to his face and then fuck the shit out of me in front of him. I do the things that you’re afraid to fantasize about. Think about it and reply back and if you don’t I understand and will not bother you again…

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BLOG 9- Chocolate Covered Cherry

I was shocked and curious when I received the message wondering which one of my co-workers sent it.

From: chocolate_covered_cherry@gmail.com
Subject: Thinking about you
to: “Devin"
Date: Monday, August 17, 2009, 1:00 PM

My first thought was "damn you are so sexy. Is this the same man who I've been working with all of this time?” I have seen you on many occasions before but today really made me think, “I really really want some of that.” I looked at your lips and said mmmmm. I looked at your shirt and how nice it fit on your chest and shoulders. I got hot and touched myself with my fingers as I looked at the position of your body (facial expression, arms, hands, fingers and shoulders) all showing a confident and sexy as hell man. “He has beautiful eyes” I thought to myself as I watched you from my office imagining that my fingers was you inside of me. I know you are married but I wish and want to be with you every night. All of these thoughts occurred this afternoon during my daily masturbating work stress release. I have these thoughts about you on a regular basis and now I expose myself wanting it to be reality…

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“Damn,” I thought to myself what should I do. Should I tell my wife or just ignore the message as if I never received it. I was flattered excited and nervous all at the same time. However, I also knew that I was lying trying to convince myself that I did not want this kind of attention. The truth is that I did not want to be caught and have to explain illogical behavior with a rational answer. I admit the flirting was fun and I wanted it to get to this point but I didn’t think that it would ever go this far. I left work and was driving home thinking about my message and reading it repeatedly at every red light. I was thinking hard trying to find word clues that would reveal who wrote it. I decided to pull over to the side of the road debating with myself about replying to the mysterious message. Just as I became brave, enough to reply back another message popped in my inbox…

BLOG 8- My boss's wife

The next couple of days were very interesting at work as I began to experience a different kind of awareness of flirting and suggestive conversation. I watched my co-workers secretly looking each other up and down subtly undressing each other quietly with their eyes. I started paying closer attention to the young college intern who was spending a lot of time in my office starting casual conversations. I laugh quietly when she leaves my office finding myself aroused sexually by her youthful energy deep V- neck shirts and short skirts. The office environment was full of soft touching and deliberate eye contact disguised and accepted as appropriate inner office behavior. I was amazed at the reality of my situation in my newly discovered work environment as I began to be sucked in by the allure of the forbidden. I slowly started participating in the overly friendly conversations accepting the exclusive group lunch invitations. I began noticing how married men and women got into pairs with other married men and women in these small exclusive groups. It seemed like everyone was participating in the heavy flirting excluding no one including the married and especially the singles. The real surprise was when my boss’s wife began flirting with me using her eyes by not turning her head when I caught her looking at my butt. She just smiled and waved her hand as I smiled and waved back. Her conversations and flirting became more frequent over the next two weeks; she even invited me to lunch to which I accepted her offers. My supervisor was a real ball breaker especially after he noticed his wife and me becoming friends and spending time together at lunch. I work closely with all of them on a regular basis sometimes after work hours preparing exhibits and sales strategies for our upcoming trade shows. It was not unusual to get text messages or voice mails on my cell phone but this message was a little different…

BLOG 7- Illusions of faithfulness

“What” I shouted into the phone as I pictured Tiffany’s innocent looking face in my mind. “You better not say anything to any body,” she said knowing that I would never tell anyone about what we discuss. “Hey Angie” I said rudely stopping our conversation “my cordless phone is about to die” I said talking over the annoying non-stop low battery beeping noise. “I will call you back later,” I said quickly wondering if she heard me as the phone went completely dead. After I pit the phone on its battery charger, I sat down on the couch smiling and shaking my head as I reflected on our conversation. It brought me right back to where I started, thinking about my dream again. I began to question myself, my relationship and if I’m seeing illusions of faithfulness. I have never heard my wife speak about a wet dream she experienced in the entire ten years that we have been together. I also understood that women play by an entirely different set of rules and keeping secrets is rule number one. I started thinking about our sex life wondering if it is unrealistic or even possible to want the same thing all of the time without changing up from time to time. I wondered what she would say if I asked her does she ever want to have sex with someone else just for the feeling of having something different. Maybe a big fat one, a long one, or maybe even having a man with both. Has she ever thought or fantasized about trying sex with different races, white, Hispanic or any other exotic race of people. In my moment of reflection, I began to ask myself the same questions about trying different women. The truth came into my mind like a square peg through a round hole as I struggled with the reality of my answers. I felt guilty about my secret lust for other women and potential sexual experiences. The things that I would do if I were certain that I would not be caught flashed through my mind piercing through the very definition of the word loyalty. My dream proved that it could be done, and is done by everyone on a regular basis. I have never told my wife the truth about how I really feel and what I want from her because I don’t want to hurt her or make her feel insecure. I’m sure she is probably doing the same as we dance in harmony to the music of the untold truth about our individual sexuality…

BLOG 6- Forbidden fruit

I could feel his body shaking as his squirt pressure started building up and him waiting until the last second to tell me to get up. “Here it comes,” he shouted as I felt him swell up inside of me on the edge of expulsion, then the thick hot cream shot out splashing inside of me with him unable to move and me not stopping. His hard squirting ejaculation caused both of us to cry out loudly, me moaning in lust filled satisfaction and him in fear of the obvious as I bounced on his squirting erection without slowing or stopping. I was being stupid, and acting very irrational but I loved every second of the feeling of him cumming inside of me. To make matters worse I sort of lied to him about being on the pill seeing as though I had missed a few days” she admitted to me but never telling him. After she finished telling me about her dream, she sat quietly on the phone waiting to hear what I had to say. I know she heard me laughing at her as she was speaking because I began to put things into the true perspective. I broke the dramatic silence saying, “You are so full of shit,” laughing at her as I said “but that was a good story though. You can stop playing around now because it’s obvious that you two have been messing around” I said figuring out the truth about her dream story. “O.k. I confess, the dream really happened at their house while she was at work one day. They’ve been married for nine years now and we have been messing around the whole time,” she explained talking in an excited voice about their little secret. “I tried to stop seeing him but the sex was to damn good. No man has ever touched my mind and body like that before and made me feel totally out of control,” she said talking to me but thinking dirty about him. They moved to Texas about two years ago and I have not seen him or her since then other than e-mail photos of their family. Our class reunion is coming up next week and I am sure they will be coming into town that’s why he sent me the secret message on facebook. I know what you mean when you talk about your dream and enjoying the forbidden fruit. Because I am bi sexual, it’s like enjoying fruit cocktail on a regular basis. Since I am telling the story about him and me, I might as well tell you about me being the first woman that Tiffany ever experienced...

BLOG 5- Doggy style technique

He didn’t answer but moaned with a sexy moan when he started reaching the bottom of the inside of my triangle. All I could think of was “oh shit, I’m fucking Brian on my couch and the dick is good to.” My stuff was tight from nervousness but soaking wet as he pushed and pulled in and out of my kitty getting into his rhythm. He was handling me firmly but gentle breaking me in with patience and trying not to cum to fast at the same time. The friction on my inner walls became intense when he started speeding up as I felt his meat sliding against the walls of my inside giving both of us the maximum sexual sensation. He stroked deep about ten or eleven good pumps in a row when I lost control emotionally and my inner woman became super wet from me experiencing an orgasm for the first time. I began moaning loudly from his doggy style technique as he gave it to me fast and hard clapping our bodies together lubricating his chocolate stick with my vanilla pudding. My hair began to get frizzy from the sweat on my neck from my best friends boyfriend working hard beating my middle. I was tingling all over in disbelief of what I was feeling loosing control of my mind then my body. He was fucking the shit out of me and I couldn’t hide the fact from him. I was screaming so loud that I became dizzy from his pleasure and pain almost tapping out telling him to stop. He was trying to hide how he was feeling but it was obvious that he wanted me just as bad as I wanted him. He slowed his pumping action slightly and began to talk under his breath. “I have never shot my load inside of a girl without a rubber on before,” he said moaning in excitement and talking scared at the same time. “That would be stupid,” I thought to myself trying to focus my mind during the aggression of his sex and my intense lust. I sat up making the decision for him pushing my body backwards causing his ass to rest on his heels. I was on top of him sitting on his lap with my back against his chest bouncing up and down grinding wildly on his thick meat. I was moaning loudly getting into our forbidden sex when he reached under my arms and cupped his hands around my bouncing breasts. I held onto the edge of the couch using it to push my grinding hips into his hard erection causing super sensitivity. Our hard circular grinding motion turned my common sense on and off like a blinking light wanting him to cum inside of me but being scared of testing the accuracy of my birth control pill…

BLOG 4- Tingling sensations of his foreplay

. “Stop playing” he said not believing what I said but watching me pull my tank top off to show my breasts and my seriousness. His dick jumped into instant hardness when he saw my suckables realizing that I was serious about giving him some. I held my shirt across my chest to cover my breasts as I closed and locked the front door. I turned around and quickly took his hand pulling him to the couch in the living room. “Are we gonna do it or not” I asked bravely rolling my neck looking at the stunned look on his face. “I’ll be right back,” I said not waiting for an answer from him walking fast down the long hallway and disappearing into one of the rooms. I couldn’t help but to start thinking to myself about how I never ever talk to him in school or anywhere else for that matter. All of a sudden now, I have my shirt off and we are standing in my living room with him staring at my titties. “Hell yea we are” I thought to myself responding quietly to the serious sexual question that I just asked him. I came back with a blanket and a pillow and then I started filling him in on my plan. When I seen you get off the bus I made up my mind choosing you in my lust filled moment of uncertainty. Are you in or not?” I said pulling my pants and panties down taking one leg out and leaving the other wrapped around my ankle. I got down on the floor on my knees with my stomach on the seat cushions of the couch. I wrapped my arms around the pillow and rested my knees on the blanket for comfort. “Slide the window open a little bit so that we can hear if my parents pull into the drive way” I said becoming pro active about not being caught. He did as I asked with his facial expression saying, “I hope that she isn’t serious about her parents coming home any time soon.” I turned my head to look at him over my left shoulder watching him undress with a calm nervousness. He took his pants all the way off and got on his knees behind me without saying a word. “This doesn’t mean that I’m your girl friend or anything, and don’t worry I‘m on the pill” I said to him still looking over my shoulder watching him pull out his wallet to get his condom. I wanted to feel all of him inside of me and walk the edge of fear and common sense. He seemed a little hesitant about not using one but he proceeded to do the do anyway. It was evident that I wanted him to fuck me and do it without the emotional hang-ups that kissing would cause. That was cool with him as he walked up behind me on his knees. He held his shaft in his hand rubbing the head of his dick up and down between my pussy lips lubricating my opening from behind. His smooth head was barely inside of me dragging up and down my tender sensitivity making me hot enough to melt my inhabitations away. I started panting softly as the tingling intense sensations of his foreplay took my breath away. His large left hand was squeezing my left butt cheek when I closed my eyes and mixed my fantasy visions of him with our unexpected reality. When the head of his thing slid in, he let go of his shaft and started pushing into my hot tight place. I couldn’t believe that it was happening becoming super excited trying to relax my body and accept all that he had to give. “Arch your back and toot your booty up baby,” he said using his hands to mold me into the right position. He could tell that I wasn’t a virgin but also not the most experienced either as he controlled my movement with his hands around my waist. “You better not tell anybody,” I whispered in a soft moan referring to Tiffany but not wanting to say her name…

BLOG 3- Can you keep a secret?

“In my dream we were back in high school and it was the week before graduation. He had just gotten off the school bus when I drove by him in my white convertible mustang and pulled into my driveway a block in front of him. He was walking down the street on his way home from school when I shouted at him through the screen door. “Hey you” I shouted instead of saying his name feeling a little unsure of if he would answer or not. He smiled at my attempt to be funny and walked across the street walking over to my front porch to see what I wanted. “What’s up Angie is it time to get my kiss yet” he asked flirting and puckering his lips receiving the expected rejection. Even in my dream, I was playing the good girl roll with boys never putting myself, or my reputation into a compromising position. We hardly ever spoke to each other like this in school and this was the most conversation that I ever had with him alone, I thought to myself feeling a little insecure as we talked. I got brave and exposed myself when I said to him “normally when I get home from school I get my moms vibrating neck massager and masturbate with it. Deep inside my mind, I would fantasize about you while masturbating wondering what it would be like sexually with you. I wanted to try the bad boy perspective so I told my boyfriend that I was on my period this week so that I could try to get some thug love. Can you keep a secret I asked him ignoring his joking but serious question about a kiss opening the screen door to let him in. “Yea I can keep a secret if you give me a kiss” he said again laughing acting manish just like I wanted him to. The butterflies fluttered wildly in my stomach when my opportunity exposed itself. I walked up to him and gave him a slow peck on the lips shocking him into complete silence. “I want to do the oochie coochie with you but I think you might tell every body at school especially my friend,” I said being concerned about my good girl reputation and friendship with Tiffany…

BLOG 2- Juicy scandalous part

I wanted to get a woman's perspective on my thoughts so I called my friend Angie. She was one of those women that I wanted to get with but we ended up being really good friends instead. I could tell her anything and she could do the same with me and that’s what made our friendship so strong. I called her up and told her about what I was thinking about and she laughed her ass off at my dream and my brutal honesty. She also had something to share with me, and needed my input on the matter so I listened as she started confiding in me. She said, “I have been catching up with old friends from high school through facebook.com when I received an unexpected surprise. I was hesitant to reply feeling unsure of what to say so I kept it simple with the basic response.” I interrupted quickly smiling when I said “oh shit, what did you say because you’re known for speaking your true thoughts regardless of who it hurts” I said expecting her to say something outrageous. “Believe it or not I played it cool” she said which let me know that this was someone she likes. “Just let me finish telling you the story,” she said changing her tone and talking very sexy. “Hey Brian long time no hear from what’s been going on, is how I replied trying to be cool and not assume anything out of the ordinary. A few weeks went past without a response from him and I became slightly disappointed and wrote off his inquiry as just a kind gesture. Unfortunately, he and I had nothing in common in high school except Tiffany and even less after graduation. That didn’t matter to me though I still thought he was fine as hell and would have jumped on a chance to be in a relationship with him” she said smiling when she spoke. “Why didn’t you two ever get together?” I asked probing her for the juicy scandalous part. “He was then and still is now my best friend Tiffany’s boyfriend now husband.” I didn’t say anything I just started laughing as she continued to tell her scandalous story about her best friend’s husband. “Lately I find myself thinking about him constantly to the point where I started dreaming about him” she admitted with a sense of confusion. She started laughing in embarrassment when I got personal and said, “don’t be shy now go ahead and tell the whole story.” She calmed herself down from the uncontrollable giggling and began to paint the picture of her late night lust for her best friend’s husband…

BLOG 1- Wild wet dream

I awoke in the middle of the night in utter confusion and my manhood fully erect. I looked around in the darkness and saw my wife sleeping peacefully beside me. I rolled over towards her and put my arm around her waist pushing my hardness against her ass. I lay still and silent as I processed my dream feeling no guilt about the oral sex I was receiving from a woman I have never seen before. Even more confusing I wanted to return to the dream and pick up where I left off. I wondered to myself is this considered cheating on my wife or does it count because it was only a dream. The reality is I did not realize that I was asleep until I woke up, so the dream was reality to me. My subtle grinding on her ass gave me temporary relief from the aching of my full erection as I decided not to wake her. During the next few days, I found myself thinking about my dream a lot realizing that I have not been getting satisfied sexually in my relationship. I did not have the nerve to tell my wife about what I really needed from her for fear of hurting her or causing a fight. The decisions that I was going to make next brought me to the cross roads of my life and how I was going to handle myself. Mistakes are promised parts of life’s imperfection thus making reality stranger than fiction…