Diary of an ordinary woman's affairs

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Month: April, 2014

The Hot Tub

Chances are the unexpected will happen when you are not expecting it.  One evening circumstances brought me to be alone with a man I considered in need my brand of angel.  The angel that brings relaxation, joy, and pleasure by being a passionate, giving lover.  With a mild bit of a push from a mutual friend via a text message, we went skinny dipping in his out-door hot tub in winter temperatures.  Hot water, naked bodies, mutual desire, you can see where this might lead.

He runs out first and I take a few minutes to brave the cold out to the tub.  I haphazardly have a towel over my front, just really carrying it. He is in the hot tub and now I must get in.  Ok, deep breath, towel to chair and gracefully or not so gracefully get in.  I sit across from him.  He’s nervous, I’m nervous for him.  After a few moments, he politely asks “may I touch them?” as he points to my breasts.  I answer, “of course” and move next to him.  He likes them very much.  He is now the kid in a candy store and finding more to explore below the water.

He keeps telling me how nervous he is, so I keep telling him I had and have no expectations.  I encouraged the encounter be exploratory only as I had no intentions of getting in the hot tub when I came over that night.  I didn’t even bring my purse in the house, it was left in my car.  I wasn’t supposed to be there longer than a few minutes.  The unexpected happened, when I wasn’t expecting it.

We kiss, we fondle, we play, but it is very apparent this man wants more than an exploratory encounter.  I’m a lover who pleases, therefore, it brings me pleasure to meet his desires.  Shocking as this may sound, I have inside information on what this man loves and never gets.  I very willingly proceed to give him a taste, a taste of heaven sent from my lips and tongue.

He begs me to get out of the hot tub and asks if we can f**k.  I’m smiling inside at his politeness, it’s charming.  Then he asked if he could put me over the side of the hot tub.  He asked me, this is new for me.  The letters OMG do not begin to describe what this man can do.  I haven’t had plain old near zero foreplay banging sex feel that good in years.  I want more!  Nervous willy came too fast, but I won’t hold it against him.  I had him going pretty good before he asked if he could do me over the side of the hot tub.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a man thank me before.  It felt weird.  Almost felt like thank you, but I won’t be coming back.  I read into things and get nervous.  It is the unfortunate consequence of the first lover I had being a complete loser in terms of ending the relationship.  I may appear to be confident and strong; but inside I am scared and vulnerable.

Now, I have not been with a man having his first affair before, this makes me nervous as well.  You either have the capacity to function making love to two partners or you don’t.  You don’t really know until you try.

We shall see where this leads.  I am hopeful for stolen moments where he is relaxed and not nervous.  I know he needs such moments in his life.  A little excitement from being naughty is always fun, too.

 

A Partner in Crime

“Flirtationship – more than a friendship, less than a relationship.”

I have been without a lover for quite some time now, nearly a year.  I had fulfilled by deepest desire sexually and with that relationship having ended, I hadn’t the desire to look for another.  I became very content in my marriage. I had learned things my body could do and my husband took it upon himself to read more about pleasuring me, so my sex life has been very good, very good indeed.

I was so content that I failed to notice a fellow professor was hitting on me for about a year!  In all honesty, I thought he was gay.   Our first outings were shopping for more alluring clothing for me.  What straight guy willingly goes shopping with a woman?  My husband thinks he’s gay, too.  He’s flamboyant, yet, loves women.  He wanted me to accentuate my assets and bring the beauty of my femininity to light.  And a many thank yous for that insight.

I took his advise and teaching on dressing less conservatively, losing the professor turtle necks and discovered the affect of boobs on men!  I always knew, but it wasn’t my older, mature, mother and professor self to show large amounts of boobs or cleavage.  It was always evident I had boobs, nice ones, and that to me was enough.  Now, I just show a little more cleavage on a more regular basis and summer is coming!!!  I took clothes hiding away in my closet and gave them new life.   I’ve had male students become all befuddled talking to me about school, even a female student who is into the pretty lesbian type (the girls who you wouldn’t think were gay).  I’ve now had drinks purchased for me, while wearing my wedding rings out with my gal pals.  And I have my husband’s friends surely thinking he’s one damn lucky man.  I have discovered how to be sexier than I was without anything more than accentuating what I already had, all while still being demure.   It is an art in my honest opinion to be revealing without being trashy or slutty.

I soon learn my new friend is quite the ladies man.  I think he must have at least a dozen ladies in his quiver, including a live in girl friend.  Like minds, kindred spirit, whatever one may wish to call it, we must put off a vibe or aura.   Neither of us were raised in the United States, when one is not raised in the puritan culture of America, one does not have the stigma attached to sexuality, sex, nudity, or monogamy.  (There are other very close minded cultures, but lets just focus on America, because I live in the all puritan, righteous southern American culture.)

I have a lot of fun going out with this new found friend.  Intellectually compatible, philosophically compatible, its refreshing.   It’s a relief to be able to be honest about my non-monogamous ways and not be judged.  He wants to hear all about it, I share some, but the private details are always private.  We can talk about sex, relationships, and the powers at play within.  We can make-out, have fun sexually and know its not going to change our friendship.  “Flirtationship, more than friendship, less than relationship.”  I know he likely has a few women we has fun with and I’m okay with that.  He knows I’m open to having a man or two, have in the past and he’s okay with that.

As a partner in crime, I told him his best friend (who is married) was cute and flirted back when I was playfully flirtatious.  So, my type, I’m a sucker for blue eyes.  My partner in crime thinks he can hook us up.  Don’t tease me like that!