The Hug

 

Today would have been our twenty fifth wedding anniversary…I mean with Angry Guy. In the past when he was alive, I’d post something snarky on Facebook about how “Today would have been our ___ anniversary. Today I am celebrating that it is NOT.” I don’t feel mean and angry like that anymore.

The other day a song came on Spotify that made me think of him. Well to be fair a lot of songs on Spotify remind me of him since I made up the playlist. The playlist is not exclusively songs that we shared or that remind me of him. It’s made up of hundreds of songs that I just happen to like but for some reason a handful continue to replay and they happen to either be from the time period when we were at our best…or worst or from a CD that he bought me for my birthday, valentines day…whatever.  He bought me “Abbey Road” partially because he knew I’d love it which I did but also because it was not as offensive to him as the other music, I enjoyed so to him it was a win win.

I do not even remember which song I heard the other day that reminded me of Angry Guy but I began to tear up. I started remembering.

Sometimes at the end of the day when I was at the kitchen sink, he’d come up behind me and jokingly rub up against me. I say jokingly because it never led to anything. I always wanted it to but he was just teasing. Those were the days that I craved his attention…the days when I started to seek out attention from other men.

In the car, I remembered those nights. I tried to remember how it felt for him to touch me. He was big and forceful but I cannot feel him anymore. Maybe that is what started me thinking. I thought to myself and tried to remember if when he was behind me at the kitchen sink if I ever turned around and just hugged him.

I remember at our wedding the justice of the peace told us to look into each other’s eyes and remember how we were feeling so that during the bad times we would remember and find each other again. And now I am thinking what would have happened if I had turned around at the kitchen sink and wrapped my arms around Angry Guy and just hugged him.

Back then I remember being angry. I remember being desperate for attention. I remember being desperate to feel a hard cock inside of me. I remember getting to a point where I didn’t care if it was his or someone else’s hard cock.

And now I wonder if I had just turned around one of those times at the kitchen sink, looked him in the eyes as we had done at our wedding, wrapped my arms around him and hugged him how things would be different today.

To be fair that simply is not realistic. We had so many other problems. Sex was simply a symptom. I do find in interesting however that as time marches on, the bad memories seem to fade and the good memories push forward in my mind. Am I insane?

Esq 3?????

 

Good morning blogging buddies! How are all of you? I hope you are all living wonderful lives whether they be vanilla or on the dark side. I have been living my vanilla life mostly with a little twist. XXX is back!!! I know…RIGHT?!?!?!

Kitty and XXX are having a vanilla (ish) romance. I cannot help but laugh. Isn’t it every girl’s dream to end up with her adulterous lover? Is that some sort of urban myth?

Well, regardless XXX and Kitty are living the “dream”. Well…not quite but we are the best of friends and see eachother regularly and I have to say that XXX can make Kitty laugh which no man has really done since the good old days with Angry Guy.

So in addition to the XXX thing, I am really enjoying life. The funny thing about living vanilla is that you never know where or when life will take you to the dark side. I also love that so much crazy shit has been thrown at me over the years that nothing surprises me…NOTHING.

So the other day when I was sitting at a seminar for the first time since covid along with my bosses and co-workers, I was completely unphased when one of the attorneys sat down next to me and began chatting.

I immediately picked up a vibe from him. He was cute, very straight laced and in good shape. I always love a guy with a little rigidness and have found that attorneys are fun for me in bed because 1. The attorneys that I have been with have had pretty big cocks and 2. The attorneys I have been with are kind of assholes which to this day, I just love when it comes to fucking.

Sadly, the attorney skipped out of the seminar a few minutes early which sucked because I had planned on slipping him my business card. But before he left, he kind of slapped my arm and said “hey, I gotta run. I have an appointment.”. I said goodbye and tucked my business card back into my purse.

After the seminar my bosses and coworkers were teasing me as they have a tendency to do. They get a kick out of the fact that I always seem to be the one who attracts attention out there in the wild.

I decided to contact the attorney via email while I was still fresh in his brain and to be honest, I cannot help but wonder could this possibly be “ESQ 3”?????

After my initial email to him he invited me to lunch. Does Kitty still got it??? We emailed back and forth a bit and set a lunch date for this week. I have to admit that I am prepared either way. Will this strictly be a business lunch or will Esq 3 say something like, “My wife and I are in a loveless marriage and I am looking for a playmate.” ? Either way this crazy life has prepared me and I cannot wait to share the end result.

ABC

 

I went on vacation with Old College friend. That was quite nice actually. We had morning sex twice and I have to say that sex was so much better than the first time when Kitty was taken by surprise. 

OCF actually taught me a new trick. He worked Kitty’s clit by tracing the alphabet with his fingers. It turns out that worked like a charm and Kitty came in no time. I’ve even tried it with my little bullet since I’ve come home. I have some questions though. For instance did he use lower case or capital letters? Did he use print or cursive. I’ll ask him one of these days and experiment on myself in the meantime.

THE FALL-BACK GUY

 

Kitty has an old/new friend. Let’s call him the Fall-Back Guy for now but I am open to suggestions if any of you have a better nickname for him.

He’s younger than Kitty by about 9 years. We knew each other in school. He followed Kitty around like a little puppy dog and was the cutest thing. At that time Kitty was newly separated from Ex#1. I had a two-year-old and was in the midst of a terrible custody battle and divorce. The Fall-Back Guy was all of 19 years old. Can you imagine your 19-year-old son bringing home an older divorcee with a kid?!?!?!

So, a few months ago Kitty went looking for The Fall-Back Guy on social media. It turns out he’s quite accomplished in his field. Unfortunately, he lives cross country and in a completely different time zone. Bummer!!!

Luckily, he recognized Kitty right away and we have been texting and talking on the phone ever since.

So, The Fall-Back Guy is currently separated from his wife who coincidentally was a divorcee with a toddler when he met her. Poor Fall-Back Guy had an indiscretion as we all have and was caught. He is regretful and fighting to save his marriage, but I get the feeling he’s keeping Kitty on the hook as a back-up plan if you know what I mean.

Poor, sweet Fall-Back Guy! If he only knew what he would be getting into!

Kitty hasn’t been with many younger men but he’s just so stinkin’ adorable and talented that I may have to give him a little piece of Kitty.

Time will tell!

EXCITING NEWS!

Hello, Friends!!!

How have you been? I cannot tell you how much I have missed hearing from all of you. Well, guess what...Kitty is back!

I have some super exciting news! I will make the official announcement soon but looking for your support so STAY TUNED!

Something interesting that I've concluded is that even though I'm living and loving my vanilla life, I will always have a secret life. I suppose we all will. I am okay with it and not ashamed but there are just certain aspects of my life that I cannot share with others. I'm sure at least some of you can understand that.

Anyway, I will be back with my news ASAP.

Years Later

 I haven't seen XXX in years which is funny because we actually live in the same town now...opposite sides of town but still...

I still think about him, wonder about him. Is he still married? Is he happy? Probably not. He's just not the happy type but still, I wonder.

So last night even though I was picking up takeout from a restaurant just down the block from his house...a restaurant we used to joke about being for old people, I was somewhat surprised to see him walk past my car with his dog. He has a DOG!!! I don't see him as an animal lover. He looked kind of strange so I wasn't quite sure it was him. 

Without thinking I waved and smiled. He looked like he vaguely recognized me. I rolled down my car window. We exchanged pleasantries very briefly. "How are you?" yadda yadda. I made a quick joke about the restaurant.

It was a 60 second exchange and then I drove away passing him one last time but looking the other way. We pretended, I guess. HE pretended...

...that he didn't used to text me in the morning to meet him at his apartment after work.

...that he didn't used to fuck me from behind while we watched in the bedroom mirror

...that I didn't ride him reverse cowgirl style until we both came

...that just like the others he deceived me and discarded me for what he thought was someone better.

For those 60 seconds I pretended...

...that he didn't make me feel worthless by discarding me.

...that he didn't deceive me.

...that he didn't pretend to keep me close to make sure that I wouldn't tell his bat shit crazy wife.

...that I didn't cheat on my husband who I now realize was at one time the love of my life.

Years later...

Old College Friend

An old college friend of mine came for a short visit this week. The funny thing is that he says he doesn't remember me from that time.

He was fucking one of my girlfriends back then. She supposedly had a serious boyfriend and Old College Friend had a girlfriend who he eventually married.

Ironically OCF's wife had an affair with her boss over the course of 10 years so OCF opted out of the marriage once he found this out. He's finalizing everything shortly but has since become bi-coastal. Both of his locations are long distance from Kitty. 

He had to go back to his marital home to collect the last few things and decided to take a detour to visit moi. In fact I invited him but on a Monday?????

Oh, I should have mentioned that OCF is quite successfully semi-retired. He's now a "consultant" so he is enjoying the good life for sure and Monday's are nothing to him while a Monday to me is the beginning of a long grueling week.

At any rate he arrived 7ish on Monday night, we went for dinner at a local Indian restaurant then chatted for a bit at Kitty's house before Kitty could no longer keep my eyes open.

OCF stayed in Kitty's guest apartment upstairs. Of course as soon as I got in bed that night, I was wide awake so I texted OCF that I was disappointed that we didn't have a longer visit.

Being the man of leisure that he is, he said he could stay another day so he did. I felt a little more prepared. I pulled out some frozen chicken marsala and had planned to saute up some spinach. Not bad for a quick dinner after work, I thought. Even though he's easy going, OCF is diabetic which was a concern to me as far as meal prep is concerned.

At about 2 in the afternoon the next day, I received a text which basically said, "The Palm is having a filet/shrimp special. But if you still want to make dinner that is fine too."

Needless to say Kitty's ass was loading into OCF's little Mercedes sportster by 6:00 for 6:30 reservations at the nearest Palm restaurant and by 8:30 we had consumed what had to be the richest most decadent meal of my life. One of my issues is that on the rare occasion that I find myself at a restaurant like The Palm, I over indulge. Unfortunately this was no different but fortunately OCF and I walked through the casino, OCF played a few rounds of poker and by the time he was done I was feeling much better.

We returned to Kitty's and I made myself comfortable. The funny thing is that I REALLY made myself comfortable. I washed off my make up, put in my invisalign retainers, threw on an old tee shirt and big fluffy robe and plopped on the couch. Within a few minutes, OCF grabbed my hand and began stroking my arm. Our conversation was very vanilla in fact I don't even remember what we were talking about.

I kept thinking, "OMG I'm not prepared for this!!" But then I thought, "hell, I can do this and I WANT to do this!"

The attraction was not immediate and I'm not even sure if he was attracted to me. Maybe he was just bored. I didn't want to reject him. He's been going though a tough divorce and has been telling me stories of all the fuck nuts he's met through online dating. The least Kitty could do is show him a good time.

There was a point where it was getting so late that I thought, "We need to get this ball rolling." but I had to somehow transition. He still had not said anything remotely romantic or sexual. I still had my retainer in and OMG my pussy was not prepared for this!!!

I believe I commented, "Well, I'm going to take out my retainer and go to bed. If you'd like to join me you are welcome." 

We hadn't even kissed yet. Luckily he shut the lights off in my bedroom. We were lit by the warm glow from the living room light. This made it easy for me to take off my clothes without feeling self conscious. We got into bed and began to kiss. His lips were larger than I am used to and he was slightly rough. Soon his kisses became deeper, longer and more intense. Kitty being the good kitty that I am followed along which I believe turned him on. OCF still had his underwear on and I could feel his insulin pump line which made me even more tentative.

He began sucking my nipples with just the right intensity and I became wet and ready. I rubbed the outline of his cock with the same intensity that he used to kiss me. Finally he removed his underwear. Without warning OCF jumped down and put his head between my legs eating my pussy like he was at an Old Country Buffet. Although it felt good and has been so long, I was self conscious since I had not properly prepared that area. DAMN! Why didn't I take the time to prepare?!?!?!?

I pushed him off a bit and asked if I could get on top of him. He said sure but between us we were not quite ready. He's heavy and I am heavy. This is a first for Kitty so we had to jump around a bit to find a position that works. Silently I vowed to lose weight before attempting such a feat again.

He began to lose his hard on so it was my turn to jump down and suck on his cock. Again, I assumed he enjoyed the intensity so I sucked his cock hard and moved my mouth up and down the shaft several times as I felt it grow in my mouth and heard him moan. It tasted a bit like sweat. That was my payback I suppose for my pussy not being pristine.

He recommended laying on our sides. That was the ticket. He moved in and out of me and I moved along with the rhythm he had set and in just a few minutes he moaned and said, "oh my god I'm going to cum!"

I continued to move as did he until the last of his cum was inside of me.

The rest of the night was restless for me. I felt as though I had no room in the bed. He had kicked the covers off and I just felt uneasy.

Early in the morning, I woke up for work and he returned to his guest apartment and has since left.

The next few days should be interesting. They always are after a one night stand such as this one.