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...