Author’s Note: This story is a continuation of three other stories. Some time back I received an email from a fan telling me how much she liked my stories. A week later she sent me another email commenting on another story of mine. Then she said that she wished she could write:
"I’ve turned into one of your slut wives. If I could write I could probably make a story about how I’ve become what my husband calls a "Hot Wife."
I told her to send me the particulars and I’d see if I could do her story for her. The result was Becoming A Slut Wife - Christina. She liked the story and sent me more on what she’d done since sending me the first batch and the result was BASW - Christina (2).
She was so happy with that one that she sent me a recap of her sex life before she got married to her husband Gary and I turned it into a story called Chris - The Wild Years.
I have stayed in touch with Christina and she has kept me pretty much up to date as far as her "hot wife" activities are concerned. You would have to say that she has ‘lost a step’ when you compare what she does now with what she did during "The Wild Years", but to her way of thinking she has just become more selective and circumspect.
I guess I’m something like an online diary for her. Well maybe a little more than that - I admit to being in lust with her (she has sent me a picture and I can honestly say "She is to die for") even though we have never met and never will meet - and she certainly seems to be one of my biggest fans, if not the biggest. I receive two or three emails a week from her telling me what might happen, what could have happened, and in some cases what did happen.
Christina is not as big a slut as her husband and I wish her to be; he because it is what he craves and I because of the story material it would supply and the fantasies of mine it would feed. In addition to recounting what she tells me I have been able to make a story or three out of some of the things she tells me (see "Pillow Talk").
This story is a departure from the format of the first two BASW Christina stories in that she wrote them and I merely edited them and then posted them for her. Chris - The Wild Years was written out, sent to me and I put it in story form. This story is different in that I am writing it from material that the two of us have provided. What I have done here is take our email correspondence from April 8, 2006 to August 10, 2006 and assemble them into a story. With one exception this story is pure Christina although she didn’t write it. The one exception is where I took what I laughingly call "artistic license" with something she said. It embellishes the story a tad, but in no way detracts from it.
When I first posted Becoming A Slut Wife - Christina I had no idea that there would be a second story and then a third. I don’t know if this fourth story will be the end of the Christina saga or merely the next chapter. One can only hope.
JPB
Colorado 8/25/2006
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Note: This episode of Christina’s life follows the editing of "Chris - The Early Years" and my sending it back to Chris for review.
Friday, April 8
Here it is sweetie. It still needs to be proof read, spell checked and I want your comments before I put the final polish on it.
Saturday, April 9
Hello Dear,
I wouldn’t change a thing! I loved it! And, again, for me, I still get off remembering the post-prom train I pulled! Damn, I’m a slut!
Of course, after reading it, I had to wonder how it could work so well with hubby after revealing all my secrets??? Of course, I didn’t tell him all in one sitting - I didn’t want to see him have a heart attack.
Sorry, but nothing to report about First Friday. A group of us went to Applebee’s and after pre-dinner and post-dinner Margaritas I got pretty wasted. After everybody else left I went to the bar and had a couple of coffees while I flirted with the young bartender. He offered to drive me home and he had a nice bulge in his trousers and I was tempted, but I was too tired to wait for his shift to end so he called me a cab and stuffed his number in my purse.
Now today I took our son to the "Y" for free swim time and met a very nice father who was there with his daughter. He was charming and the time flew and we exchanged numbers so we could set up another swim date. Hmmmm……
Love, Chris
Tuesday, April 12
Hi sweetie,
Couldn’t sleep so here I am at almost three in the morning banging away at my keyboard working on another story. Is Gary only interested in my cheating wife stories, or is he open for anything I do. Just asking so I don’t offend. Attached are two that have not yet been posted anywhere.
Thinking of you doing nasty things
Bob
Wednesday, April 13
Hello Dear,
Gary will read whatever you send sweetie, he likes your writing almost as much as I do. The bosses are talking about another business trip the week of the 24th. So keep that in mind if you don’t hear from me for a day or two that week. I’ll remind you before I go.
Love, Chris
Wednesday, April 20
Hello sweet Chris,
Once again you catch me at my keyboard hard at work trying to satisfy my adoring publics thirst for whatever the hell it is that I do. I’ve attached what I’m working on - see if you can figure out where I’m going with it. Here is a hint - I don’t have a clue! It has already changed direction twice since I sat down at the keyboard. Where do you think it should go?
Lets see now; you like my stories and I get a "Be still my beating heart" when you find out I have a pond and a waterfall in my backyard. Would finding out I’m a damned good cook and take care of two-thirds of the meals around here make you want to run to me? (Yeah, you can bring Gary).
Ready to meet you at the airport, Bob
Thursday, April 21
Hi My Sweet Man,
I’ll admit I have always found a man in an apron sexy. I’m lucky to have one of my own. With the crazy hours I work hubby always has something interesting for dinner. Me, on the other hand - I’m not much good in the kitchen (if you are talking about food that is).
Gee, I’m no good with the cooking or outside work, hubby changed WAY more than his share of poopy diapers, I hate to clean and do the laundry, I work long hours and I love to shop for shoes. I’m beginning to wonder why hubby keeps me around! Oh, yeah, now I remember! <grin>
Where to take Toni? You’re the writer Sweetheart. Maybe the boss keeps her just for himself, and as long as she is available to him the husband has a job. I think you have already done the "company whore thing". The interesting thing would be what was the catalyst for Toni thinking that her marriage was over? Did the boss want her to do gangbangs or clients and she said no so he is going to tell the husband in the exit interview? Was the boss removed for some reason and she just realized she wanted more than one man in her life and she didn’t want to hurt her husband by cheating? What happened that she was ready to split? Again dearest, you are the writer and it is for you to come up with the ideas and I can’t wait to read what you come up with.
Love, Chris
Sunday, April 30
Hi there sweet author,
Well, I’m back home and resting. I spent yesterday reacquainting myself with my two guys, I really missed them. Nothing sexy happened on this trip, but I did meet a couple of part-time kids (and I do mean kids - still in college). While we were working together we had some laughs and some minor teasing and there were some looks at me like I was a MILF (I am you know). Anyway, we will be returning to Atlanta in a couple of weeks. We do have a couple of more offices in the area to visit and my two fans offered to take me to some non-touristy spots on my return trip.
Hmmm…..
Did I mention they were young boys?
Love you, Chris
Tuesday, May 2
Hello dearest,
Guess who called me today? Yup, one of the college kids from Atlanta. He just wanted to say "Hi" and that he enjoyed working with me. He repeated his offer to show me the non-touristy sights on my return trip. See what I mean about those red-blooded, over-testoseroned young boys?????
Love, Chris
Wednesday, May 3
Hey sexy lady,
Give me a hint sweetums, whatcha gonna do with the college boys? Lead them on, ignore them or make Gary happy? I know you told your hubby you were going to be pure on your business trips, but you already shot that one in the butt on your last trip. You already promised them once each trip. Gonna add the boys to the mix? Or do them separate? (Older woman, younger men - something about that just calls out to me).
Love, Bob
Friday, May 5
Dearest Bob,
What am I going to do with the college boys? Believe me, you are not the first guy to ask me that. I told hubby that if it could be arranged that--IF--something happens, it has to happen totally disconnected from the work related matters of the trip. I’m not saying no, I’m say that we will see. I WILL keep them separate from my associates. They already know I’m a slut, but they don’t need to know how big a one.
Love you,
Your slutty Chris
Saturday, May 6
Hi there don’t I wish you were my slutty Chris,
Oh to be a college boy when Christina comes to visit. The story of my life - never in the right place at the right time.
See what you think about the attached. A mixed bag to be sure, but what can you expect from my warped mind. In retrospect I should have let "Daniel (1)" stand alone, but I bowed to the pressure of emails and feedback. My bad.
Bob
Sunday, May 7
Hi My Guy #3,
(Sorry, Gary and my little guy have to be I and 2).
Gary and I both liked your set up on the "Pub Crawl" and we are looking forward to the rest of it.
I went out with the crowd on Friday night, but dinner and drinks was the extent of it. We are in a Chilli's/Applebee’s/TGIF rut - with no band or dancing and I didn’t feel up to finding some lounge on my own. Maybe next time! God, I’ve been so good I’m boring myself (and hubby, and I’m sure, you!)!
Your slut, Chris
Friday, May 12
Dearest Author’
I was told this morning that we will be returning to Atlanta next week (Wed thru Sat). I called Matt (one of the college boys) and told him and said I hope we could work out that tour he promised me. He seemed pleased. I wonder why?
Love, Chris
Monday, May 15
Hi Long Distance Lover,
I know I was a bad girl and didn’t write to you yesterday, but it was Mother’s Day and I took an entire day away from any kind of keyboard.
I’m leaving for my trip Wednesday morning and I will try and stay in touch as much as possible. I called Matt again and told him I would do all I could to get away for a tour.
Love, Chris
Tuesday, May 16
Dearest Bob,
Well, I’m leaving tomorrow, returning Saturday, so don’t get mad if I don’t check in every day - just know that I’m thinking of checking in every day.
Yours, Chris
Wednesday, May 17
Hi there sexy correspondent,
Sorry for missing yesterday. Bad day all around. Nothing worked right and I ended up working from 3 AM to 9:30 PM and I went straight to bed when I got home.
By the time you get this you will be on the road or at your evening accommodations and depending on how things go you may not get time to read it (I haven’t forgotten your possible tour with the college boys nor have I forgotten your promise to your co-workers).
If you have to stay in and be a good girl I have attached a couple to give you something to read.
Thinking of you doing the NASTY, Bob
Thursday, May 18
Dear man who loves my slutty side,
Nasty does not even begin to cover it!!! No dinner, no drinks, no dancing, they just led me off the elevator and into Glen’s room and the games began. I’ll tell you all about when I sent you the tale of my trip.
Well, I’m set up for my "date" tonight. I told my co-workers that I had a college friend in town and we were going to get together to chat about old times (I wasn’t actually lying, the boys are in college and I was friendly with them last time we were here). In fact, I’ll be taking a taxi to a nearby Starbucks and meeting Matt for dinner and my "tour." Unfortunately his co-worker Vince is in the middle of exams and can’t make it. Stay tuned for breaking news.
Love, slutty Chris
Monday, May 22
Hello Dearest,
Just a short note of "Hi" right now. You know what that first day back at your desk is like. Let us just say I had an incredible trip! I got together with Matt on two occasions and had a fantastic time. I can’t wait until I’m able to write it out for you and tell you all about it.
Thinking of you, Chris
Sunday, May 28
Hello dearest Bob,
THANK GOD for Sundays and holidays!!! My life has been a bitch this week. Monday was a long day because it was my first day back from our trip so there was a lot of catch-up to do. Then all hell broke loose on Tuesday (something big with the company, but very hush-hush) and the earliest I got home all week was a little after 9 PM Tuesday through Friday. I worked almost eleven hours yesterday!!!
My wonderful hubby let me sleep in late, made me a wonderful breakfast and took our son out for the day. Is he a prince, or what? And this less than a week after I told him I got gangbanged and then fucked the balls of a young man on my trip last week. Then I spent most of the day in a bubble bath pampering myself with coffee, the Sunday paper and junk TV.
I PROMISE you will have the details of my tryst BEFORE I go back to work on Tuesday.
I’m still here dear, please don’t be mad at me for not staying in touch.
Love, Chris
Friday, June 2
My dearest, dearest Bob,
I hope there isn’t anything wrong. Maybe you are just mad at me for being such a terrible e-mail friend, and I don’t blame you. Since I got back from my trip my life has gone into the toilet. I worked even more hours this week than last. I even got paged on Monday (Memorial Day!!) to check on some numbers my boss had sent me and to "just" check them out (gee, it only took two and a half-hours).
On top of everything else I got my period (too much info?) so along with tired I’ve been mean, bitchy and teary and not felling sexy in the least. I know, I know, WAY TOO MUCH INFO. I don’t know how Gary can stand being married to me and I wouldn’t care if he walked out. Of course that’s just the hormones talking.
I even started my tale of sordid sex on my trip, but I tried being a JPB and writing a story instead of just giving you the facts. I will get it to you dear (if you still care about it).
Oh fuck! There’s the phone again.
Wednesday, June 7
Dearest Author,
Well dear, I finally got something written up, but don’t look for a JPB story. It really was a great trip and the sex was fantastic. Sorry I took so long to get it to you. Some of us don’t have the muse you do.
Love me? Chris.
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The Trip
Because the guys on the team (John from Human Resources, Glen from Engineering, and Mike from Marketing) were focused on their golf outing we were busy from the moment we got off the airplane Wednesday morning and into the rental car. We checked into the hotel, dropped our bags off in our rooms and were off to visit our first field office. We visited one office in the morning and two in the afternoon which put us ahead of schedule. As we got out of the rental car John reminded me of my promise and I was hustled off the elevator and into Greg’s room. (I found out over breakfast that because golf was deemed a little more important than me they got me out of the way Wednesday so they could rest up for golf). I gladly excused myself and went into the ladies room and used my cell to call Matt to see if we were still on for our Thursday night "date." We were.
{I need to back up here and set the stage. I met Matt and his friend Vince on my first trip to Atlanta back in May. They are part-timers in one of the offices I visited and the three of us spent a lot of time together in one of the tiny back offices checking numbers, updating software and verifying security. We started kidding around and after a while the joking got a little flirty. I didn’t mind. At 33 it’s nice when a couple of college guys flirt with you. Over dinner, to which our team treated their office, one of the managers mentioned he belonged to some country club with a championship golf course and he invited us to go golfing with him. My five teammates reacted like they had been given free tickets and invited to the Super Bowl. They said we would be coming back to town in two or three weeks and would love to play the course. I said I didn’t golf and then Matt and Vince offered to give me a tour of the town, avoiding all the tourist traps and showing me the "real" Atlanta. I spoke to both Matt and Vince on the phone over the next three weeks while the return trip was being set up.}
On Thursday we finished early (I guess the guys wanted a good nights sleep). Not wanting the rest of the team to see me meeting Matt (Vince had just finished exams and was out of state on a job interview) I took a taxi from the hotel and met him at a Starbucks. He told me to dress casual so I was wearing a red tank top, snug (but not tight) jeans, and red slip on wedges. I was also wearing my tiniest black bra and panty set.
Matt drove for a while and we parked at a building that looked like it belonged on the end of a dock somewhere. It was supposed to resemble a picturesque sea side shanty. Matt grabbed a six pack of Bud from a cooler in the trunk and led me inside to introduce me to steamed crabs. It was love at first taste.
After we finished eating he drove to a bustling neighborhood that seemed to have a bar in every building on the street and he led me into one of them. For the next hour we drank, yelled over the music and danced. After a while he took my hand and led me out of that bar and toward another. I pulled him to a stop and on the crowded sidewalk I pulled him close to me and said:
"You don’t have to get me drunk Matt. In fact, it will probably be a lot better if we are not" and then I kissed him hard.
In an instant we were back in his car and I asked, "Where to?"
"How about my place?"
"Will we be alone?"
"I don’t know. I have two roommates and one or both of them could be at home or they could both be out."
Not in the mood for entertaining a crowd I told him to take me back to my hotel. I think he was worried that I was calling it an evening and he brightened up when I told him to drop me off, park the car and meet me in my room. I’m surprised he didn’t get stopped for speeding!
Our team’s rooms were spread out so I didn’t have anyone I knew in an adjoining room. Matt knocked on my door in what seemed like seconds after I got there and seconds after that we were both naked and on the bed. The sex was good --very good. He was young and had a nice hard cock and he liked to kiss and he loved to eat pussy, so how could it be bad?
I was keyed up, wound up tight as all I had thought about for two weeks was having a wild time with Matt and Vince. It hadn’t helped any that Gary kept after me asking what I was going to do. Anyway, I was so wound up that I skipped the preliminaries, pushed Matt down on the bed and climbed on top of him and dropped myself down. I was so wet with eagerness that I didn’t have a lot of trouble getting the job done --three pushes and I had all of him in me.
And then I rode him, God did I ever ride him. I couldn’t remember ever before being in such a sexual frenzy. I came twice before he told me he was going to cum and then I rammed myself down on him and felt him let go. God it was good.
We fucked and suck late into the night. When we fell asleep one of us would wake up and then wake up the other and then we would go at it again. In the morning he ran out for some McDonald’s breakfasts and then we fucked again until I had to shower, get dressed and meet my team in the lobby for the last office visit.
One nice thing was during one of our many breaks Matt said that I was very pretty, smart, nice and funny. "Not sexy?" I asked. He said that I was beyond sexy. He said that I was beyond sexy. He said that a guy could look at a sexy woman and enjoy the sight, but when a guy looked at me all he wanted to do was fuck me. He said Vince had said the same thing and that after we had finished in his office and left his office manager admitted that he wanted to fuck me. I told Matt he had learned well for his young age (21) and there would be many, many women in his future if he could continue to throw a line like that with a straight face.
The team (well, except for me) was all excited. They had such a good time that Charlie (the manager) asked them if they would like to go another eighteen the next day and the guys were all for it. As soon as the guys had left for the golf course I called Matt to ask if he was available for a repeat performance. He was and we did. Our second get together wasn’t quite as frantic as the first. I started out by giving Matt a nice leisurely blow job (did I ever tell you I give great head?) and then he did his best to make me wake up anyone in a five block radius who might have been sleeping (did I tell you I was a screamer?) and then we did re-runs for the rest of the day and all night. For an old broad (well my 33 compared to his 21 did make me an "older woman") there is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- that can compare with having a young guy - an Energizer Bunny - doing his best to drive you down through the mattress over and over and over -- well, you get the picture.
On Sunday morning I had to race to shower, get dressed and pack, but it was worth it. I almost dreaded going home. I know my Gary!! Once I described my trip to him he would be after and past experience had shown that he wouldn’t leave me alone for weeks. I’d be walking bow-legged by the following Wednesday.
Well Dear, there you have it. I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy reading it.
Love, Chris
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Sunday, June 11
Hi sweetums,
You never said - anything happen on June’s First Friday? Maybe a sidelong glance at some young stud even if nothing came of it?
Monday, June 12
Dearest Bob,
I didn’t tell you about Friday because I didn’t have one. Work was too crazy. Besides, I feel I’ve been naughty enough recently to last hubby (and you) for a while. But…There is always July 7th to look forward to.
Saturday, July 1
Dear sexy lady,
Hope you are enjoying your holiday weekend. Are you going to be able to take Monday off and make a four dayer out of it?
As I was typing this a message from Gary came in telling me he left you at a neighborhood party. I know it is a little too close to home for you, but I do hope you did a little something on the evil side, even if it was only a little teasing.
You have never said - have you ever considered letting Gary watch?
Sunday, May 2
Oh damn it Bob,
Hubby told you that?!! The boy just can’t keep a secret. Did he tell you that he was SOOOO obvious volunteering to take our son home and then making suggestions in my ear?
It wasn’t a neighborhood party, it was the whole developments 30th anniversary so over 100 households were invited. The deepest street in the development is a cul-de-sac and it was closed off to traffic. They had everything! Inflatable water slides and jumping rooms for kids, a local (and very bad) band, fireworks, etc., etc. Everyone brought something. We took chips, brownies and ten pounds of Italian sausage (no, not that kind of Italian sausage!). There must have been fifty grills cooking, ten kegs tapped and enough food to feed half of Africa. It was a blast.
When hubby left I was at a picnic table with 5 other women I had never met before and all of us were earning the hangovers we have today. We were just chatting about the hubbies-kids-careers-houses thing. Around ten some guys (really cute guys at that) came by and said there was dancing inside one of the houses on the next street and that the house was air-conditioned. Three of us decided to go see what was going on. The house was packed, the lights were out and the music was loud Two single guys had bought it to fix up and flip and there was hardly any furniture so there was a lot of dancing room, but if it was air conditioned you couldn’t tell be me.
The dancing was close and there were hands roaming everywhere. My boobs got mauled and one guy even slid his hands up the leg of my shorts. The kissing got pretty intense pretty fast. The guy who got his hand in my shorts took his cock out and put my hand on it. I was stroking him when I looked over his shoulder and saw one of the women I had been at the table with over in a corner on her knees with a cock in her mouth - and it wasn’t her husbands!! And two guys were standing there, watching or lining up - I couldn’t tell. But it was a wake up for me. I was too close to home. I dropped the cock I had in my hand, exercised some discretion and got the hell out of there. Hubby was not happy with my decision, but he said he understood (I know he didn’t - he wouldn’t mind if I did it on the front lawn if he could watch).
As far as hubby watching … we have discussed it of course, and that night on the beach seemed to show that he probably wouldn’t freak out…but…I’ve only misbehaved a few times within the last 12-14 months and there really hasn’t been an opportunity for him to watch. We both agreed that we wouldn’t be comfortable doing it in our own home, even if our son wasn’t there. He’s happy to HEAR about my adventures, but we are both in a sexy mood when I’m sharing them with him. I’m not sure if it happened if I would be performing for the guy or for hubby or if it would matter. So, I guess you can see by this muddle of an answer that we are probably not ready for that….yet.
Yes, I took Monday off. No work until Wednesday.
Sunday, July 9
Dear Bob’
Nothing exciting here. I know it was First Friday, but 8 of us (6 women and two guys) went to a charity event where we tasted a lot of microbreweries’ beer. Yum!! I think I like the ales best --but it will probably require further investigation and testing. Other than that I behaved like the good little girl that I am.
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{ A couple of emails either got deleted or lost so a quick recap is necessary for the following emails to be understood. My brother, who Christina has labeled Just Plain Brother, and his wife Karen came to Colorado to visit and while they were here we spent a weekend at a cabin in the mountains. My sister in law is a total fox and I have lusted after her since the day my brother introduced us and Karen knows it and she teases me unmercifully. Once, at a birthday party she flashed her tits at me just to see me get flustered. My wife is well aware of the situation between Karen and me and she thinks it is hilarious and so I also get teased from that end. I mentioned Just Plain Brother’s visit and told Christina about the dynamic between Karen and me and I also mentioned that the only reason I haven’t taken a shot at Karen is that I have a "No Family" rule. I also have a Wife Has To Go First Rule. My fantasy has always been to see her with another man and my wife and I have given each other permission to play with others, but I won’t go first. I call it my self defense mechanism.
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Monday, July 17
Hi sweet Chris,
As far as I know I was the only one at the party she flashed. On a scale of one to ten I give her tits a nine. They are quite possible tens, but I’d have to touch them to check for firmness before I could give her a perfect score. From a Karen and Dirty Old Bob standpoint the weekend at the cabin was interesting. I’ve already told you that Karen knows I lust after her and while she didn’t flash her tits at me this weekend she did find several occasions to rub them against me and once she managed to back into my hard cock with her tight little ass and I’m pretty sure that it wasn’t as accidental as she pretended. In short - I was cock teased all weekend. Damned good thing that my wife and Just Plain Brother were there or I just might have broken my no family rule and my wife must go first rule.
Tuesday, July 18
Hi there dear man who loves my slutty side,
I’m glad you have such high boobie standards and that you are careful about awarding the coveted "10".
Karen sounds like a real ball-buster. She’s my kind of girl. You realize that knowing that you lust for her makes her feel sexy and alive, right? (and to some degree, powerful). Count it as doing your good deed for another human being.
I loved the "New Guy In The Office" series. Other than the wet dream of any guy who works in a co-ed office, you really nailed the atmosphere of office sexual politics. That’s why I won’t fool around there. But you got it right -- there is always that "Who’s the new guy (or girl)?" "What’s the skinny on him (or her)?" And everybody talks. It is the nature of the office beast. I’m guessing that Karen has told somebody about me at the intern party and the lounge, but maybe not --she has a lot more sins to keep private. No one has ever mentioned the Christmas party, but I don’t know if it was gossiped about. Oh well, at least I had fun.
Thursday, July 20
Hi Sweetie,
Just another day at the salt mine. Had breakfast at my favorite restaurant and something happened that gave me fodder for another story. That makes nine stories to have come out of that place. The wife says Karen called this morning before she left for work and that the two of them have cooked up something for the next time we see each other. She won’t tell me what. She says the anticipation and uncertainty will do me good. My reply to that was that whatever it was it wasn’t going to happen because I would avoid seeing Karen until the wife gave me my fantasy. (You women can sure come up with some nasty looks).
What do you have planned for the weekend? Going to fly to Denver and visit me? You do know that you are the exception to my Wife Has To Go First rule don’t you?
Love, Bob
Friday, July 21
Oh Dearest Bob,
’m the exception to your Wife Must Go First Rule? Wow!! You don’t know how flattered I feel, especially since you have already seen Karen’s (a solid "9") boobs.
No, sorry, no airplane tickets in my purse for this weekend. I think there may be a bar-b-que at one of the neighbors this weekend, and Karen (yes, that Karen) just stopped by my desk asking if I wanted to go out for a drink after work. I said I’d call her if I did. I hesitate because going out with her tends to bring out the worst in me. Of course hubby immediately agreed to baby sit and urged me to go out and have a good time. Maybe I’ll disappoint him and go home and have a good time with him.
Friday, July 21
Dear Chris,
Silly girl! You have to realize that the worst that Karen brings out in you is considered by both Gary and I to be your best!
You don’t have plane tickets in your purse because I don’t know where to send them.
Saturday, July 22
Dear Bob,
Well. Last night I would have embarrassed even you. I had one orgasm after another in my mouth. I didn’t go out with Karen, but I did go out with a couple of other girls….and we went to a Cold Stone Ice Creamery and gorged ourselves on ice cream!! It was an orgy of flavors and sensations. Oh my God, it was so fulfilling!!! Sex is good, but…Rocky Road rules!!!
Sorry to jerk your chain Dear, I just couldn’t resist.
Love
A very sated Chris
Monday, July 24
Hello my sweet
A day of pulling weeds, repairing broken sprinkler heads and typing stories into the computer. Hope you had a nice weekend. Have attached my latest - hasn’t been spell checked or proof read yet
Love, Bob
Tuesday, July 25
Hello dear.
It was a nice weekend. Saturday was a bar-b-que with the neighbors. After the last of the food disappeared, we (the women) decided to volunteer the men to watch the kids and 6 of us jumped into a minivan and went bar hopping. The worst that happened was some flirting, but it was nice to discover a few of my friends are as "into it" as I am. In fact, when we were leaving we had to peel one of the girls away from the guy she was sitting with (the hussy - a hubby and three kids at home - shame, shame. He was kind of cute though). On the way home there was some discussion and one of the girls said, "Well, I’ve certainly changed a lot since college." Two others said, "Me too!" Me? I just sat quietly in the back seat smiling.
Love, Chris
Wednesday, July 26
Good morning sweetie,
You naughty girl you. Why didn’t you speak up and teach those ladies how to have a really good time. Just imagine the neighborhood parties you could have.
Thursday, July 27
Dearest Bob,
Is my getting laid all you ever think about? As for my night out with the girls…There was a lot of gossip about who may be doing what with whom. Also, I have to admit there are two (maybe three) girls I wouldn’t mind going out with again to see what happens. One girl, on the way out of the bar, said in the car, "God, I’m so fucking horny!" and the way she acted that night we all believed her. (although having a lot of carnal knowledge floating around the neighborhood gives me great hesitation.
Saturday, July 29
Good afternoon love,
Talk about being a good girl…9:40 on a Saturday night and I’m home, sober, alone (except for a sleeping tyke in the next room) and fully clothed. Where did I go wrong? Am I getting old?
Thursday, August 3
Hi sweet and sexy,
Looking forward to First Friday this month? Go find Karen and tell her that I want you to go out with her and I want her to get you laid. If she asks you who I am tell her just to get her reaction. (Just kidding).
Friday, August 4
Hello dear man,
Funny you should mention Karen. I just got back from lunch with her. She asked me to skip the local "First Friday" spots and go with her to a new bar opening up about hours drive away. She said the owner is a friend of a friend and she promised to attend. You already know that Karen is trouble. I demurred, telling her I would let her know later.
I laughed when I read what you told me to tell her. That would be a stitch!
Saturday, August 5
Hello Dearest
Sorry to let you (and hubby) down, but I didn’t go with Karen last night. She can be a little over the top. I’ll have to wait until Monday to find out how much trouble I missed. Instead I was a good wife and mommy and the three of us went out for snowballs. It doesn’t get any more All American than that, does it?
I guess I’m just being careful about safe, discrete and under control situations - and, of course, a real stud with between the sheets talents. I tell hubby, "Don’t rush me, I’ll do it when I know it’s the right place, time and guy." He usually nods and grins and starts right back on me. The guy is incorrigible --but very charming.
Love, Chris
Monday, August 7
Hello Dear
How was your weekend? I don’t have any news, but I still like to check in --you never get too much spam, right?
Karen stopped by my desk this morning and told me it was all my fault that she had to entertain TWO studs she met at the bar Friday night. According to her she called her husband and told him she was too drunk to drive home and then she and her two studs spent the night fucking and sucking in a motel room until check out on Saturday. Now, that’s according to her. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if she met (and fucked) a guy, but she may have been pulling my leg about TWO just because I didn’t go. On the other hand…it IS Karen we are talking about. Wait until hubby hears I missed out on that action for a snowball!!!
Tuesday, August 8
Hello love
Do you really think Karen would lie about something like that? You shouldn’t let Gary know that you missed out for a snowball, you’ll break his heart to say nothing of what the info has already done to me. I’m so crushed that I have tear filled eyes and I can’t go on --- I can’t see the keyboard.
Love, Bob
Tuesday, August 8
Buck up soldier!!!
No tear drops on the keyboard!!!
As far as Karen is concerned it could go either way. I think she could have easily gone to a motel with two guys, but she’s also capable of saying it just to give me a hard time. Maybe she wanted to see my reaction -- see if I freaked out at a threesome. She is already asking me if I want to go out with her this Friday. Maybe she likes the idea of corrupting a sweet, innocent, little married girl like me!!! What do you think she’d say if I told her I didn’t want to share her two, but that I wanted two of my own??? HA!
Love, Chris
Thursday, August 10
Hi dear Bob,
I almost - only almost - gave you and Gary something to drool over. I do so hate to be a tease, but sometimes I can’t resist. Last night I was at a neighborhood birthday party being hosted by Pammy who is my best friend (female friend anyway) in the neighborhood. She has no idea that I’m such a slut, but she has seen the way the guys look at me (and she has seen me looking back). Anyway, trying to capture it in the style of JPB here goes.
Dave’s Birthday Party
I didn’t know him - I’d never seen him before - but the way he was looking at me made my pussy wet. It wasn’t that he was looking at me, it was the way he was looking at me; it was if he wanted to pick me up, throw me across his shoulder and run with me to his cave, his den, his lair and then ravish me and make me his.
I was used to being looked at because of my great boobs, great legs and marvelous ass and as I moved around the room I could feel his eyes following me. Finally, about two hours into the party I cornered Pammy and asked her who he was.
"Oh ho, caught your interest has he?"
"In a way, but only because I seem to have caught his."
"His name id Jeff Benoit and he is the one that your mother always warned you about."
"Oh great, girlfriend, just go ahead and tell me he is one of those bad boys that us girls can’t seem to resist."
"You would be wise to resist this one honey, he has left a trail of broken marriages and split up couples that would reach from here to the moon."
"What does he have that makes him so dangerous?"
"Don’t know, and don’t ever plan on trying to find out. I’m happy with Bill and I’m not going to do anything to screw our relationship up."
"Some girlfriend you are, making me find out for myself."
"You be careful Christina. You have a terrific guy in Gary. I’d hate to see you lose him over someone like Jeff. Jeff is strictly a love them and leave them guy; the trouble is that he doesn’t leave soon enough. He hangs on long enough to get caught and then he rides off into the sunset leaving the wife or girlfriend to clean up the mess and pick up the pieces."
"You know of course that you keep making him sound more and more interesting."
"He isn’t worth losing Gary over Chris, trust me on that."
As I walked away from Pammy I felt his eyes boring into me and I turned and looked his way. Our eyes met and my pussy tingled and no man had ever had an effect on me like that, not even my Gary. I knew that if we weren’t in my neighborhood and so close to home I’d go over to Jeff Benoit and at least dangle my toes in his dangerous water.
An hour later I was out on the deck getting a breath of fresh air and looking up at the stars when I sensed a presence behind me. I turned and found Mr. Bad Boy standing right behind me.
"Hi" he said, "I’m Jeff and you are?"
"Not interested."
"What?"
"You asked, "You are?" and I said, "Not interested." If you put them together you have "You are not interested" and if you say it that way in the form of a question I would say that you were right, I’m not."
"How did we get there?"
"I was warned about you and the wreckage you leave in your wake."
"Do you believe everything you hear?"
"When I hear it from friends who have no axe to grind."
"You going to tell me that you didn’t feel the spark when our eyes met earlier?"
"Oh I felt it all right, but sparks cause fires and people who play with fire usually get burned. I’m happy with my life right now and I see no great reason for making any changes."
"Pity. I think it could have been interesting" and he turned and left.
As he walked away I watched him go and cursed my luck at meeting him at Pammy’s party. Any place else and we be off somewhere private and I’d have his cock in my pussy or mouth by now, but I don’t play in my yard. Thank God Gary was home baby sitting the little guy. If he was at the party with me he would have been lifting my skirt for Jeff.
{Did I come close to JPB? Not too flowery was it?}
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Friday, August 25
Hello my love,
Off work early today and was able to put in some good hours on the computer. Regarding the attached surprise all I can say is that you just can’t trust an erotic story writer with anything - including emails. I took some liberties with the story so no one can tie it to you. Also, in my author’s note I covered up the fact that I am hopelessly in love with you - unrequited as it may be.
It has not been spell checked or proof read as of yet. Look it over and let me know if there is anything you want changed. For that matter, if you don’t want it posted at all let me know and I’ll hit the delete key.
Thinking of you, Bob
From:
[email protected]To: Just Plain Bob<[email protected]
Sent: Saturday, August 26, 2006 6:38 PM
Subject: BASW_me_3
Oh my God! Do I really come off that conceited in my letters??? That’s terrible! You know when I say things about my "terrific boobs" I’m saying it sarcastically don’t you? Until I read it back to myself in the story I didn’t realize that it comes across with NO sense of teasing and irony or sarcasm --even though I DO have terrific boobs! See what I mean?
Also, I am going to be very, VERY careful what I say to you from now on knowing that it could end up in a story. No, No, I AM kidding. I enjoy writing to you too much to censor myself.
Of course I liked the writing, but I’m afraid most of your other readers may find it a little boring because they don’t share connection we have. And, it is real life --never as much fun as a story.
A couple of things…Is there anyway to make it clearer which of us is writing which message? We know, but a new reader might not find it as easy to follow as we do. Also, above July 17 you repeated "mechanism" and at the final party I think you used Tammy instead of Pammy once.
But, here I am, home alone on a Saturday night, not coming up with any new material for BASW_me_4. It really has been a slow year compared to 2005 hasn’t it? Especially when you count the train I pulled at the Christmas party. How will I ever top that this year?
Anyway, I LOVED reading the story (God…how could you do it with nothing to work with but emails?) and I think I’ll be the only BASW with three parts. No, no, there is one out there with 5 or 6 parts isn’t there? I guess I have my work cut out for me, don’t I?
Love you, Chris
To Be Continued??????????????????????????????