Rain, Rain Cum and Play

Ahhhh. It’s raining outside. That means an encounter with HIM.

HE works outside and in the rain…well…no work. Was it WRONG that I did a rain dance when I found this out? Was it wrong that the weather channel said it wasn’t going to rain until tomorrow and I WILLED the storm clouds to come out?

Well, regardless I was on my way to work figuring HE was going to work since the rain hadn’t started yet. It’s obvious because the outfit I was wearing was an outfit I would wear on a day when I am not expecting to run into anybody I want to sleep with.

So sure enough I get a text saying that he is working. Then the rain started. So I got another text saying “What time are you done with work?” And then Kitty thought to myself “FUCK!” But then Kitty thought to myself “NICE!”

So WE are finally meeting at a pre-determined hotel. Now I have to admit that as the time drew closer I became more and more nervous…not the kind of nervous that would prompt me to cancel. Kitty would never do that. But as I thought about it that initial “hello” and entry into the room is a bit nerve wracking for me. Once the first kiss is out of the way and the clothes are off Kitty is good to go.

Can I just point out that I knew things were going to be awesome at one point because #1 I hit no traffic and #2 I hit all the green lights on the way to the hotel. The only thing that really freaked me out was that when I got to the room there was a black cat sitting in front of the door. Is that some kind of an omen?

I tapped on the hotel room door. HE opened it and smiled his warm smile. I pointed out the black cat but he seemed completely uninterested. When I got into the room HE gave me a little bunch of long stem roses. DUDE, that is SO romantic!!! Can I tell you what a turn on that is?

So to start off  HE adjusted the room and the lights and the temperature to where I like it. HE has done his research and I have to say he is by far the most thoughtful lover I have had.

So as I mentioned before HE is handsome, rugged and an amazing kisser and you all know what that means. He was wearing a denim shirt and jeans and god did he look hot. I am not sure if he planned it but that outfit brought out the blue in his piercing blue eyes as well as his salt and pepper hair.

Now HE and I had a little joke going. See HE has an amazing body and like most men these days with amazing bodies he likes to exhibit his body. He sent me some beautiful pictures of himself when he was a little younger and yes, he was beautiful but to be quite honest with you, I think he is just as beautiful now. Can you tell that I am smitten?

My concern was how serious HE was about teasing me when it came to letting me have his cock. We began to undress each other. I was anxious to get out of my work clothes so I was undressed in no time. That left HIM. I unbuttoned his denim shirt without any problem. He immediately began to lick and suck my nipples. My objective was to get him closer to the bed and to finish undressing him but he pushed my hand away from his pants and warned me gently that I had to wait. He immediately went down on me bringing me to orgasm in no time. He was strong and knew his way around my body which is exactly what I love about men my age or older. He ran his fingers inside of me and went down over and over as he told me how good I tasted. I begged him to let me have his cock. He insisted he wanted me to cum. But I came baby, I came. Please let Kitty have the cock now!

Finally he began to remove his jeans and quickly put on a small striptease for my benefit. He exposed his huge erect cock and began to stroke it gently. I reached for it and expected him to once again push my hand away but he didn’t. I was ecstatic so I took the opportunity to put it in my mouth and boy did he taste good.

He took his jeans off entirely and laid in the bed for just a moment before I hopped on top of his erect penis. He felt so good inside me it was no time before I came again. I believe he came as well. We continued kissing for quite a while playing in between. I was thoroughly enjoying sucking his dick. He asked me what else I wanted to do and I opted for doggie style. Our bodies fit together perfectly once again. He told me he liked the way his cock looked moving in and out of my pussy and the mere thought of it along with the wonderful sensation of actually doing it made me cum once again. Again we moved back to kissing. Did I mention that he is an amazing kisser? Again he asked me if there was anything else I wanted. I told him this time I wanted him on top of me with my legs over his shoulders. These three positions well by most people's standards I guess they would be considered pedestrian. I only say that because there was very little kinky ness going on which is quite alright with me. Over the past few months I realize that although I am an open minded Kitty, I am quite satisfied with the classic positions and sex acts in general.

There was just something about HIM and I. We just seemed to really fit well together. I loved the way he said to me "it is so sexy to watch my cock move in and out of your pussy" while he was thrusting from behind.

I love how gentle he spoke when he asked how deep I could swallow his cock.

I love how he continued to kiss me nearly every second. I love how he knew exactly where and when to touch me.

When we parted he gave me a gentle goodbye kiss on the lips. He promised to stay in touch and gave me a wink.

I went about my day and tried to get some  shopping done. I was completely unfocused. God only knows what I bought. As I was driving home I thought about HIM. There is something special about him. He is laid back and calms me. I like that. I walk away from our encounter fulfilled. I walk away happy and satisfied. He and I can actually say we are going to be friends and mean it.

Yo-yo Marriage

I was working with XXX yesterday afternoon. Things were great except for whatever reason his assistant has been overboard friendly to me lately. I am okay with that except I can’t exactly be myself around her which is weird. I can act professionally but when we are talking on a personal level I talk “Jersey Talk” which I believe offends her. What can I say? My real friends know me but whatever! I am suspicious that she is a witch and is putting some sort of spell on me. I’ve never felt better so if she is putting a spell on me I say “thank you”.

My favorite time is when his assistants leave and XXX and I can just chat. I can let my guard down and say whatever I want to and ask whatever questions I want to. Here’s an example. When his assistants are around I will say “So any big plans this weekend?”

Yesterday after they left XXX asked me if I ever heard of “Butt Chugging.” See the difference?

So after his assistants left yesterday he and I began our pre-weekend marriage evaluation. Apparently XXX went out on a “date” with his wife last weekend. I completely missed that or he forgot to tell me but basically I have deemed his marriage as a “Yo-yo Marriage”. Whenever XXX is happy and resolved to getting divorced his wife pulls him back in and starts going to therapy, initiating dates and whatnot. Once she hooks him and he is ready to move back into the house and give up his cute little condo she puts the brakes on.

It’s become a joke between XXX and me at this point. Man and I thought I was fucked in the head. XXX’s wife has me beat for sure. In the meantime I am sitting on the sidelines and living my life to the fullest. XXX told me yesterday he doesn’t want to start our affair again based on his wife’s crazy Yo-yo attitude. I agree. I don’t want to be dragged down by her fuck-nut ways.

Then of course XXX and I began talking about our situation. We are pretty much both in the same type of marriages. We are staying marriage for the sake of our young children for now and hoping that life will bring us together in a legitimate way in the future.

We talked about all the things that we want to do together and how we want to live our lives in a “partnership”. I told XXX that I agree that he has to do what he can to work this crazy marriage out with his wife but that I think she is a complete fuck-nut and wishy washy. Kitty HATES wishy-washy people ESPECIALLY women! The last thing that I said to XXX on my way out the door was “If and when you and I are together in a permanent committed relationship I will not put up with her shit and I will not live my life wondering if I am in or out.”

XXX agreed and we ended our day together.

“Going Where Life Takes Me”

Kitty is trying to get used to this new life of mine. A life if fidelity. Some days I think so clearly and I am happy. Other days I miss the thrill. The other day it was raining in the morning. As I drove to work I couldn’t help but think that it would be a perfect day to meet a lover. It would be the perfect day to sneak away to a cozy hotel room and feel the touch of a man after months of not.

I considered contacting someone. I decided against it. I do NOT miss the feeling of rejection from this whole life of a prowler. THAT I don’t miss. I thought to myself “If he contacts me I will switch some things in my schedule and meet him.”

The possibility of getting the text from XXX was also a possibility. He and I discussed it briefly and I was due to work with him in the afternoon. We ended up working. At the end of the day, it was fine to just let the chips fall where they may.

I lay awake at night and try to remember some of the good times. I try to remember some of my better lovers and the fun circumstances around meeting them. I think about G often and XXX of course but night after night the memory of my lovers and the feel of their touch fades just a little more.

Dodger has mysteriously re-appeared and has wanted to meet. The time has passed and to be quite honest I have met some wonderful men and wonderful lovers. He simply does not compare. The time has passed where I want to be treated as disposable.

For now this feels right. I am taking all of that time that I used to spend on thinking about them, wondering about them and I spend it on myself. I am finally getting on track with my eating and of course the gym. I am losing weight and feeling great.

XXX and I are better than ever with each other.

The other day I playfully texted him and said “Miss me?”

XXX’s response was “Of course! How is your day going?”

I told XXX that Big Cheese has a female friend that he wants to fix up with XXX. XXX gracefully declined as I knew he would saying, “I am going to be alone for a while and just go where life takes me.”

I jokingly told him that was the wrong answer. He was supposed to say “Kitty, you are the only woman for me.” He was flattered apparently and said “Bless you Kitty.”

For once in my life I am not going to go after what I want and just take it. I am going to follow XXX’s lead and “go where life takes me”. So far it feels pretty good.

Busy Kitty

Some of you may have noticed that I haven’t been posting every day lately. Believe me I feel bad about that. Don’t ask my why but I feel an obligation. I am a Pisces. We have a tendency to take on the troubles of others as well as every task at hand.

Not only have I not been posting but quite frankly my posts have been a bore. Oh, you don’t have to be polite. I know but Kitty is changing and changing for the good I might add. I am continuing my blog. I mean afterall, I will always be a Naughty Kitty and I will ALWAYS have a secret life, secret dreams, desires and fantasies. And you just never know when someone may cum along...oh...did I just write "CUM"???

So in the meantime since Kitty is WAY busy at work lately I ask you to please support me and keep checking in.

If you have the time and the desire I highly recommend going back and reading some of my earlier posts. My posts about “G” in particular are fun as well as my “Discipline” posts with Biker Dude.

Don't forget, I also LOVE guest blogs so feel free to email me if you want to submit something.

In the meantime Kitty will try to think of fun and interesting things to write so that we can all stay amused.

Cruel Guy

He’s the kind of guy that will get hard as soon as he realizes this post is about him although I doubt he still reads my blog. Oh, he USED to read it faithfully each and every day. He found me on Ashley Madison and hunted for me. I was turned off initially by his pictures and the tone in his emails. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

He emailed me nearly every day. First to get together then to comment on my blog. He offered me guest posts. He knew every detail about my life as it was happening and I knew nothing of his. The thing that made him cruel was how he took advantage of my vulnerability after XXX broke my heart. He promised he’d make me forget all about XXX. He most certainly did that. Then he took what was left of my heart and my self esteem and crushed them in his hand.  I should have gone with my initial instincts.

He convinced me to finally meet him even though I cancelled on several occasions.

He coached me on how to act and how to dress when in XXX’s presence. He texted me and emailed me initially once a day then several times a day. We finally met in person and I let him in. His personality in person seemed genuine. He seemed sincere. I let my guard down. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

We agreed to meet again. We agreed to meet in a more intimate setting. He said he was looking for something long term. He said he was looking for something exclusive...with me.  I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for him. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

When the day finally arrived we met in the agreed upon hotel room. Although the sex was good he was different somehow. His personality. He was cold, distant. He said things like “Are you SURE you are going to be able to do this without becoming emotionally attached?” Keep in mind he said this as he was thrusting into me. He then made me repeat that I could as he continued to fuck me.

He asked how long it had been since I was "fucked real good". He asked in a taunting way reminding me that my husband no longer has any interest in me. He started a conversation about me pleasuring myself. He asked me to touch myself and asked if this is what I do while I lie next to my husband. The husband who wants nothing to do with my naked body. He enjoyed reminding me of that. Each time he said it was like a knife in my heart.

He asked “So are you going to fuck me again?” What he was getting at was would I meet him again? He made me say it but he never had any intention of seeing me again. He wanted to make sure I wanted him. He built me up for the sake of crushing me for no other reason than to know that he could. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

He asked if this was the best sex I ever had...if he had the biggest cock yet offered nothing positive in return.
And of course he wanted to know if I was going to write about him in my blog. “Yes,” I told him.  He said he likes to read about his cock.

I never saw him again and although we texted back and forth a little bit he immediately turned a cold shoulder and threw me away like yesterday’s trash. He wanted to meet in person to end things formally I think. He wanted to meet in a public place, the place where we first met so that he could tell me in his condescending manner that it is over. I am sure he had some sort of contract for me to abide by to assure that I would not ever come back to haunt him. Once I assured him that I wouldn't I never heard from him again. I am sure it gave him great pleasure to know that he hurt me and I am sure he has long forgotten me. I should have gone with my initial instincts.

My friend told me that I should use his name in the blog so that other women don't have to go through what I went through. This strikes me as funny since her husband is a man of the cloth. I told her that I would never do that although I hope that other women out there are not as desperate and foolish as I was. I hope that other women are not stupid enough to fall for his charm lines bullshit. Kitty never knew until that point that men could be so cruel.

What I Signed Up For

The other night I had a quick online chat with Dodger. He’s the same but I think I have changed. He invited me to join him with this other couple who was coming in from out of town. The husband wanted to watch while Dodger fucked his wife. I told Dodger that it sounded fun but in reality the idea did not appeal to me at all. Granted, Dodger is not what I would consider particularly charming. His rationale behind me joining him was “it would made good blog material.” And while I am sure most if not all of you are tired of reading the same old “XXX and Me” stories, I chose to pass on Dodger’s very "thoughtful" offer.

I am not sure what his story is or why he asks but he always asks who I am fucking. He always makes comments like he wants to have a long term thing with me but he never follows through which of course is how he got his name “Dodger”. At this point whether he realizes it or not we have entered the FRIEND ZONE and his chances of fucking Kitty believe it or not are zero to none.

He did make an interesting comment though. He said “you should leave your husband so we can spend more time together.” He is not the first man to say this to me recently but that is just not going to happen and I told both men that flat out. I have never even considered leaving Angry Guy over this Ashley Madison business.

I read a lot of other blogs. I read about men and women who want to leave. Some of them leave and some of them stay. I am not in a particularly bad situation here. I do not DREAD coming home. At times I do dread when the Angry Guy is due home but once he is home and settled things here are fine. It’s the sex that is the issue with us…just the sex.

There is a part of me that thinks Angry Guy knows. I am sure he knows that I am not always pleased with him and that maybe I could do better because he bends over backwards to please me in other aspects of our marriage.

The real reason that I would not leave Angry Guy in all honesty is that I could never hurt him. This thing that I am going through is not his fault. He has not changed a bit. When I look back I realize he was never as sexual as I am…NEVER. So I am going to destroy this man’s life because I want to get laid? NO! That is not going to happen.

I’ve been there. Believe me. I have been in a bad marriage where I couldn’t take it and had to leave. This is not that marriage and I wouldn’t put my kids and my husband through the pain and heartache for my selfish pleasures.

Dodger said I am hurting Angry Guy by cheating. He is right. I know. But things would be so much worse if I came clean and left. This is what I signed up for. And really as I spend the day cleaning the house, making chicken soup, writing and reading I have to say this life of mine does not suck. Today Kitty is content. This is what I have signed up for…for now.

“Methinks Thou Dost Protest Too Much”

It always seems like we hear about a lot of divorces this time of year. It’s become an unwritten tradition that Angry Guy and I sit down for breakfast on a morning like this morning and compare notes. Sometimes I even inform him of HIS friends or co-workers who are getting divorced. I will see it on facebook and since Angry Guy is strictly ANTI-Facebook, I will see the news well before he hears the rumor.

Oh, not to get off track but can you all take a look at my Facebook badge to the left of this post? I am not sure if it will make life easier or not but I try to post the link everyday so feel free to “Like” me. You know how “Likes” make Kitty wet.

So as I was saying this traditional conversation inevitably turns into a conversation about infidelity EVERY YEAR since most of these divorces are somehow related to that very thing. This morning of course I made the mistake of bringing up XXX. Now while Angry Guy clearly does not know about my affair with XXX he knows all about XXX’s situation and HIS wife’s cheating.

Whenever the subject of XXX or infidelity for that matter comes up around Angry Guy you should really just clear the room. His lecture is like a freakin’ Holy Roller Sermon down in Arkansas on a hot Sunday afternoon in August. JEEZ-US! He goes on and on like you have no idea. All the while of course I am agreeing with him and nodding my head but he is way over the top.

I can’t help but silently think “methinks thou dost protest too much”. I try really hard to visualize Angry Guy cheating and I just can’t. I can’t tell you how many people have made the suggestion in light of his sex drive issue…or lack of sex drive but seriously I can’t see him cheating.

Is it wrong that I almost wish he HAS cheated? I mean it sure would explain A LOT. But I assure you he doesn’t. So what gives with the sermon? Do you think he is trying to get me to confess to something? Come on! I know the rule…”Deny, deny, deny”. Believe me that’s just never going to happen. Years ago I got a taste of what he would be like if he thought I cheated and it was not pretty. I just don’t see the point of confessing to clear my conscience while hurting him. After all, this cheating thing is MY character flaw…not his. Even the headshrinker said not to confess so, in the meantime I am just going to continue to agree and nod my head.