Monday, November 17, 2014

Compliments


Kitty had every intention of baking cranberry bread last night. The kids were going to dinner with Angry Guy. Kitty has been doing well on my “diet” and even planned a healthy dinner for myself before the baking was to commence.

I received an email from him on AM. Just a “how ya doin’ ?” type of email which I thought was kind of funny in light of the fact that he can and sometimes does text me directly at no charge.

I texted him back and asked if he was working or if he had his kids. He said “neither” so I invited him for a drink. We’ve met before…just once for dinner over the summer. We’ve kept in touch. We’ve become friends.

We texted for a bit…playful texts. He said something about lifting my skirt and taking a picture for him so I texted him a nipple shot quickly. He was driving and I will admit there is a naughty side of me that enjoys distracting men while they are driving. He’s calmer though, not easily distracted. He said the picture made him hard.

He was right. By 6:00 that evening Kitty had her hands all over his rock hard cock and it felt nice. Initially he planned to tease me with his cock. Yes, he occasionally reads this blog and knows that’s kitty’s kryptonite. It didn’t take much coaxing before his rock hard cock was thrusting into Kitty’s warm, wet pussy first in missionary then he felt oh so nice fucking Kitty from behind as he stood at the edge of the bed. As he fucked me he said things like, “I love this ass” as he gave it a smack. Knowing how much Kitty enjoys riding a hard cock he gave me the opportunity to do that. At one point he looked into Kitty’s eyes and said, “You are a good looking woman.”

After we were both satisfied we lay in bed chatting. He reminded Kitty that the last time we texted I had fallen for someone. I let my guard down and got cut off at the knees. I liked that he cared enough to ask and was happy to report that particular person was out of my life but the sting of the Cowboy’s disinterest still cut like a knife.

I asked him what he thought about the situation but as we fucked and as he complimented my body, my looks, how much he enjoyed my mouth and my pussy I couldn’t help but feel as though things were going to work out for the best. Everything happens for a reason. I tell my kids that all the time and yes, I believe it.

Someday there may be a man that will appreciate Kitty in my vanilla life. The possibility does exist.

In the end Kitty had to leave. One of the last things he said to me was, “with all the exercise we just got and missing dinner tonight Kitty will be at fighting weight in no time.”

Funny…Kitty was thinking the same thing.

Friday, November 14, 2014

The File


This morning when Kitty got into work I put his file away. We aren’t expecting to hear any news until late December and quite frankly it’s torture seeing his name constantly through the day. Every computer file I open has his name on it or one of his family members. Seeing his handwriting and knowing that he’d never be writing anything to Kitty directly other than something work related is just too much to bare right now.

We did finally get out to the farm to visit The Cowboy. For Kitty it was like being in heaven. It was a particularly cold and windy Sunday. Kitty and daughter drove over an hour to get up there. He and his brother were waiting for us. Kitty’s Grinch heart leapt when I saw them both. The Cowboy’s brother is quite a bit younger, handsome, and well-educated and has the sexiest voice Kitty has ever heard. He was the first of the brothers to charm Kitty and it was a pleasure to finally meet him in person.

The brothers gave us a brief tour of the farm. We joked about Kitty riding one of the cows and The Cowboy saddled up two horses then The Cowboy took Kitty’s daughter for her very first horseback ride. The brothers were so kind and hospitable Kitty can’t help but fall head over heels. But alas, The Cowboy simply does not feel the same way about Kitty.

In an effort to show what a good farmer’s girlfriend Kitty could be, I made a pumpkin bread for The Cowboy as a “thank you”.

“How did you know I love pumpkin bread?” He said as I handed it to him. Kitty smiled inside.

He made a comment to Kitty’s daughter about learning how to cook and Kitty secretly hoped The Cowboy was thinking, “Damn this woman is a PERFECT!”

Kitty hoped and wished all week that The Cowboy would call. I did call him for a faux work related question. He said the bread was “good” and “moist” and that he and his brothers “devoured it before it could get into the house”.  And while Kitty hung onto these words hoping that they meant something more, in the end they were just kind words from a really nice guy who has no romantic interest in Kitty what so ever.

Does this make Kitty sad? Absolutely! Kitty can see myself with The Cowboy long term. I can see myself spending the weekends on the farm working, and playing. Kitty can see myself taking care of The Cowboy. I can see myself cooking for him and after a long hard day on the farm making love to him.  I can see myself enjoying his big family and all the wonderful occasions they enjoy together.

This past weekend The Cowboy was in a wedding…another brother’s wedding. We talked a little about it. Kitty was hoping that by some miracle he would invite me to be his guest. Apparently there was some drama with the mother of The Cowboy’s son. She was invited to the wedding as well but was throwing a tantrum over not being invited to the bridal shower.

Kitty wanted to shout “TAKE ME!!! I’M DRAMA FREE!!!” Instead Kitty told The Cowboy to have a good time and to send me pictures of himself all dressed up in a tuxedo. Kitty knows The Cowboy cleans up nice.

But as the song says, “I can’t make you love me if you don’t” so before Kitty loses what is left of my dignity, I decided the best thing was to put The Cowboy’s file back downstairs where it belongs, re-wrap my heart in bubble wrap, re-build my walls and move on.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Team Kitty


Last night Kitty had a great conversation with my old friend Bad Boy. I would have to say that he knows me better than just about anybody inside and out. I don’t want to gush too much because I think it makes him feel uncomfortable when I write about him and our conversations but I have to include him in my unique group of friends that I like to call “Team Kitty”.

Last night Bad Boy and Kitty were texting as we tend to do here and there. Bad Boy is always very cordial and always invites Kitty to call him. Kitty is not big on talking on the phone for several reasons but especially since my kids are usually around and hear bits of my conversation with Bad Boy which at times can be rather inappropriate.

So we were texting…Bad Boy and Kitty. We exchanged the “what’s new?” We both of course said “not much”. I did mention about my pending threesome with Esq. and Sidekick and we briefly discussed it. I then mentioned that T-Bone’s wife had called me when Bad Boy texted, “U really need to call.” Kitty had to smile and then Kitty called Bad Boy.

As Bad Boy and Kitty were talking and Bad Boy was urging Kitty to be safe, Kitty realized that I really DO have quite a unique group of friends a.k.a. Team Kitty.

Team Kitty consists of friends both real and cyber mostly men and mostly platonic all concerned for Kitty’s safety as well as my happiness.

I think when I wrote that post “One Hellava Night” it may have shaken a few of my friends up. Kitty didn’t mean to do that. I was simply trying to add a little spice to the blog post and for those of you who really got upset, I apologize.

I want to assure you all that Kitty takes many many precautions when I go on play dates. Kitty always tells at least one person on Team Kitty where I will be and with whom which I think is a good policy for anybody living this secret life.

Kitty has also become more selective believe it or not about my play mates. Bad Boy and I were discussing that as well. When Kitty was trapped in a sexless marriage I was absolutely bananas for sex. Kitty did some really unsafe things with some really unsavory characters. Luckily everything worked out but I did learn my lesson. The funny thing is that now that Kitty is free to fuck whoever I like I don’t have that feeling of desperation that I used to have when I was married.

That doesn’t mean that Kitty has lost my drive. OH NOO!!! It’s just that Kitty can afford to be more discriminating. I don’t put myself in unsafe situations anymore and like I said I have the support of Team Kitty.

So I want to thank all of you for all of your concern and all of your support.

Love,

Naughty Kitty

xoxo

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

It Must Be a Full Moon




Kitty just had the craziest IM conversation with an old friend on Facebook. He and I had been friends in high school. He had a crush on Kitty I think at the time but was too shy to act on it I think. We came in contact once again through Facebook. He is happily married with a beautiful family and lives a safe distance from Kitty. We are in the same profession and he has quite a few health issues so he is on and off of Facebook and will occasionally make a comment about how beautiful Kitty’s kids are or even how beautiful Kitty is!

Last night while Kitty was juggling the logistics of meeting T-Bone HS Crush began to text me. I missed his text initially but this morning he IM’d me again and said he was dealing with some heavy stuff. I immediately assumed it was health related when in reality his wife had just asked to open up THEIR marriage!!!

Now Kitty has no idea what made him reach out to ME with this information and by the end of the conversation we were both laughing but initially he said “if you were presented with this situation what would you do?’

Kitty: “Would you believe me if I told you I was presented with this situation just last night?”

Crazy…RIGHT?!?!?!

So Kitty and HS Crush had an online conversation about all sorts of things related to open marriage, divorce affairs and Kitty told HS Crush the abbreviated version of my secret life.

Not much surprises me anymore but I have to admit, the concept that of all the people HS Crush should confide in Kitty right off the bat about this…well…you have to admit there is something cosmic about it.

Monday, November 10, 2014

Hellava Night Part 2


Kitty let the call go to voicemail then waited until I was in a private place to listen to the message. It wasn’t that I didn’t believe T-Bone when he said this might happen. It’s just that Kitty thinks his wife is bi-polar and will regret the call once she realizes shit’s getting real.

Once I got to my bedroom I listened to the message. Sure enough it was her voice. Much calmer than the first time she called me years ago and threatened to come after me if I ever went near her husband again.

This time her voice was steady and calm…almost human. She explained who she was and that I have her blessing to “text, call or even fuck” her husband.

Once I heard the message, I texted T-Bone “WTF?!” His reply was, “What? You told me to have her call you”.

He was right. He has been telling me for months that they agreed to open up their marriage and while Kitty believes him, I also know how fucking crazy his wife is. I truly believe that she agreed to it thinking that he would never find anybody…and yet he found Kitty three years ago to be exact.

Kitty can visualize the headlines when T-Bone’s bat shit crazy wife hunts me down with one of T-Bone’s weapons. As Kitty explained to T-Bone, I have fought too long and too hard for my freedom to be gunned down by his crazy ass wife.

And so we agreed that if she left a voice mail giving me her blessing, I would continue my relationship with T-Bone.

He and I had a brief conversation after that. We made a play date and he assured my safety once she goes off the deep end and so it begins…again…

Kitty’s blogging bestie is always telling Kitty, “They always come back.” Damn if he is not right!

Thursday, November 6, 2014

One Hellava Night




Kitty had one hellava night last night and I have decided to share with all of you because let’s face it; you can’t make some of this shit up!

Let’s see…where to begin…well Kitty’s vanilla life is moving along although work is kind of slow and that means Kitty is getting into all sorts of mischief. Kitty has been doing remarkably well on my diet considering the holiday season is upon us and Kitty wants to get down to fighting weight where I belong but in the meantime Kitty does still like to play. I came upon a match on AM not too long ago. He is an executive for a famous clothing manufacturer. He has a summer home and business trips out to Kitty’s area so when he asked Kitty to meet him for drinks last night, I thought “what the hell”.

Even though Kitty is not one to drive far out of my way for these meetings, The Executive charmed me into meeting him closer to his summer place which was maybe 40 minutes outside of Kitty’s comfort zone. Kitty left right from work to meet The Executive and although I hit quite a bit of traffic, I told myself it was nothing compared to the traffic he must have had to deal with. We met at the restaurant he suggested. As promised he arrived early to get us a nice table and was already on his first beer and deep in conversation with our 20 something server. He was absolutely charming and although from his texts it was hard to believe he was new at this AM stuff, Kitty believes maybe he is based on our dinner conversation.

Dinner went well and was as close to a vanilla dinner date as Kitty has ever had. His Rolex watch glimmered and I noticed it briefly out of the corner of my eye as I listened to his surprisingly interesting stories about work, home and prior AM meetings. Although The Executive travels worldwide, he is very down to earth and interesting so when he walked me out to my car, I asked if he’d like to sit and talk some more. He said yes of course and offered Kitty the choice between my car and his. For whatever reason Kitty chose his car then later thought maybe that wasn’t the safest idea.

He led me into the front seat of his sports car, got in the driver’s side then turned the ignition to start the heat and the radio. We chatted briefly then he asked if he could kiss Kitty. Kitty of course said yes and although we were not spot on like Kitty has been with previous lovers Kitty and The Executive fell into sync within a few minutes. Once we did he began to feverishly paw for Kitty’s breasts. He was talking in low tones and Kitty could barely hear him but I think he asked me to take off his pants. Kitty reached over the center panel and began to unfasten The Executive’s pants. He quickly finished the processed and exposed his own cock. He looked Kitty in the eyes and I had to remind myself that The Executive does not know exactly who he was dealing with. Kitty proceeded to suck his cock as he moaned things like, “You are going to make me cum Kitty. Oh my god you are SO good at this!” Then very quickly The Executive began to cum just as Kitty removed “blow job in a sports car” from my mental bucket list. Unbelievable that Kitty has never done that but true.

The Executive took a moment to clean himself up, give Kitty a few quick compliments then drove me to my car. Kitty’s ride home was uneventful and quicker than the ride there and I thought to myself what a nice distraction the evening had been.

And so Kitty walked through the door and back into my vanilla life when suddenly my cell phone began to ring and I saw his name come up on the screen. Only something told me not to answer. Something told me it wasn’t him. Something told me it was his wife.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Surprise Sex With Top Gun


It's not often that a Kitty gets a re-do with an Ashley Madison guy. I'm not sure if any of you remember Top Gun but Kitty met him way at the beginning of my Ashley Madison days...three years ago to be exact. We met for Chai at Starbucks, texted a little bit after that and then lost touch. Kitty got the impression Top Gun was trying to ditch me so I let him go. He was single at the time and Kitty of course was married to Angry Guy.

Well, the other night while Kitty was checking out the latest and greatest on Ashley Madison, I saw Top Gun logged on to the site. I emailed him immediately. Before long he emailed me and then called. We made a date to meet the next morning at the very same Starbucks and potentially a walk on the beach. He made a few comments about breaking in his hotel room. Oh yeah! Kitty forgot to mention that Top Gun commutes back and forth between the East Coast and the West so while he is in town, he is in a pretty nice hotel.

So we meet at 10:00 "SHARP" because Top Gun is a retired military guy as well as a pilot. He has his chai and Kitty splurges and orders a pumpkin spice latte and a blueberry scone. Top Gun decides to order himself a scone as well. So we chat like old friends. We recount the past three years. Top Gun's looks haven't changed at all. He is tall, dark and handsome. I later find out that he is half Portuguese. After coffee I offer to take Top Gun to the beach. Even though he has lived in the surrounding area on and off for the past three years he has yet to see my favorite beach so we go, we walk then we sit in the sun on the most gorgeous morning of the summer so far. We flirt and we begin to touch and then Top Gun kisses Kitty and suddenly we are on a date.

We decide to go back to his hotel. In the car Kitty confesses that I prefer men who use iPhone over the alternative. I'm thinking since Top Gun is using his iPhone he would appreciate my humor but he just thinks I'm crazy.

Once back at the hotel Top Gun confesses that he requests the top floor so that he can get his workout by walking the stairs and even though Kitty is way out of shape at this point I walk up four freakin' flights of stairs in the hopes of feeling Top Gun's cock inside of me.

Although breathless Kitty makes the climb and we enter Top Gun's suite. Kitty kicks off my sandals and begins to take off my jewelry. Since Top Gun was making all sorts of comments over coffee and at the beach then immediately apologized Kitty said, "You can say whatever you want to me here. Don't be shy and don't apologize."

Top Gun began to kiss Kitty. We remove each other’s clothes. Kitty exposes Top Gun's beautiful, long erect cock. He moaned the moment I touched it. After a brief conversation on the beach where Top Gun revealed that he doesn't necessarily crave oral the way most men do, Kitty opted not to suck on his cock right away.

Top Gun immediately took charge. He moved Kitty to the bed and immediately put his hard cock inside of my already wet pussy. We all know by now how much Kitty loves a man who takes charge. Top Gun worked damn hard and thrusted for a good long time taking breaths to ask a few questions. "How often do you expect to meet when I am in town? What are you going to write about me in your blog? Did you cum yet? Can I cum inside of you?"

When I explained that it would probably be okay but that I could still possibly become pregnant he asked, "Hypothetically what would happen if you became pregnant?" Now, when Kitty is being fucked especially when I am being fucked hard like Top Gun was doing, I can barely speak much less think so my answers were brief and now looking back I suppose we should sit down and discuss these questions probably with clothes on and probably without Top Gun's cock inside of me.

When Top Gun pulled his cock out of me for a brief moment I was able to slip it in my mouth. I'm thinking he decided he liked it after all since after a few short minutes of me sucking the head of his cock he asked if he could cum in Kitty's mouth. Ahh another convert.

Now something happened when Kitty was with Top Gun that has never happened to Kitty before with an AM lover. After Kitty and Top Gun both came we lay for a moment in silence. We slipped under the covers then Kitty and Top Gun curled up together in Top Gun's plush bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms.