Authors note: As I said in the author’s note at the beginning of the last chapter I have received many comments about the form in which Christina’s story is being told. Some don’t like the format, but the comments are running about four to one in favor and so I will continue the story in Christina’s own words. As in the last chapter I will cut down on the use of headings and limit them to enough to identify the sender and I will add the time if more e-mails were sent on the same date. It will become apparent to the reader, if it already hasn’t, that Chris and I have developed a special relationship. I share things with her that I do not even share with my wife (that isn’t as bad as it sounds - my wife just has never understood my penchant for sitting down at the computer and banging out stories). I especially ask Christina’s opinion when I receive feedback from other women who ask me to write their story. I do not share e-mail addresses with her, only the name and nature of the story.
This story picks up where chapter seven left off.
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To: C 12/28/06
Not much going on here. Finished TGBL’s (code for The Adventures of Scarlett, a Pregnant Slut) story through the last of what I’d heard from her (ending with chp.7). Playing around with KM 15 (The Adventures of Kathleen M.) Most of my day is going to be spent in moving snow. I’m certainly glad that this only happens every five years or so.
Take care and think of me and how disappointed I was when you weren’t under my tree (actually I have nylons hanging on the end of my bed and Santa was supposed to see to it that you filled them - see if I ever believe in that fat old fart any more),
To: JPB 12/29/06
Ha! I’m sure your wife can fill those nylons hanging on your bed real fine. Don’t take it out on the fat old fart - the weather was terrible. Did I tell you that we are going to have a “safe” New Years celebration? It will be with old, old friends of Gary’s family and his mother and her latest fuck-toy will be there too. Of course once we had replied to their invitation we were invited to a large neighborhood party. After what happened at the Christmas get-together at our house Gary and I are really curious about what will go on at mid-night. We are toying with the idea of stopping by there on our way home from the other party. Gary says he wouldn’t mind seeing me mauled again. I’ll let you know if anything interesting happens to bring 2006 to an appropriate close.
To: JPB 1/01/07 12:05 PM
Nothing naughty to report on this end. Just a nice, friendly, social get-together for the New Year. Some kisses, but no groping (all the men were perfect gentlemen). As this wasn’t the best time of the month for me we didn’t expect anything to happen. We didn’t even stop by the neighborhood party on the way home, but according to Joan (my neighbor) we didn’t miss anything unless it happened after she left at 2 AM.
To: C 1/01/07 1:25 PM
Momma and her “latest fuck-toy?” Is there something there for me?
To: JPB 1/01/07 4:31 PM
I really should not have said that. The guy Gary’s mom is dating right now is a really nice guy (even if he is fourteen years younger than she is). It is just a little joke that Gary and I have. I don’t know if Gary told you but his dad died when he was young and his mom never remarried - although at an attractive and very fit 61 she continues to date. In fact, since Gary’s dad died Gary and I (and Gary’s sister) kid that we don’t even want know the body count. Maybe that’s why I love her so much. Gary’s sister is a serial dater also, just like her mom. (I also don’t know if Gary told you, but his voyeuristic turn ons began with Mom and her dates and later, his sister and her dates). Anyway, even if all the guys she has dated were “fuck-toys” we say more power to her.
To: C 1/02/07 8:43 AM
Another reader heard from. She says she is a school teacher and she can identify with KM. I asked her to give me some feedback on what goes on in the classroom from her point of view and she sent me the attached. I can send you the photo she sent me because she already has it posted on a site in her bio. She has written two stories and posted them. She wants to know if I would like to do a story about her.
To: JPB 2/02/07 2:10 PM
Wow! Laurie gives great e-mail!!! I hope you can hold onto her for a while. She sounds like a real vixen with more than a few stories to tell. Her daddy, eh? I’m interested. I don’t know if I told you about my father (I called him ‘father’ not ‘daddy’) - he makes Al Gore look like a wild and crazy guy, so there never was a ‘daddy’s little girl’ thing going for me, but I can certainly see it happening (in fact, I had my suspicions about a few of my friends when I was growing up).
P.S. -- Be sure to tell Laurie that I can vouch for you NOT being an e-mail pest or stalker.
To: C 1/04/07
An easy Wednesday for a change. Finished writing KM 16 and am waiting for her to send me the next installment. I’ll be sending you an outline on how I plan to start Wedding Crasher and YOU are going to have to help me on it. I have absolutely no idea of what a wedding planner/coordinator does (all four of my marriages were in front of a Justice of the Peace). This story is yours sweetie, I’m taking it straight for your e-mail of October 3rd. My only change from your basic plot is that she decides to make it a tradition to bed at least one member from the wedding party of each wedding she works.
Here is hoping you have a Super First Friday and that you give Gary what he would like. Of course you know I wouldn’t mind hearing all about it if something does happen (I’m still hoping for my Christina/Karen story).
To: JPB 1/4/07
Guess what? Gary and I were married by a J of the P. You don’t think I wanted to risk getting married in white do you? What if there was a thunderstorm? Gary would have wound up marrying a burnt little cinder! (We met at a wedding, but we weren’t in it).
I may have had the idea, but you are the story teller. YOU get to figure out Wedding Crasher
To: C 1/5/07
What is your take on this? (I attached an email from Laurie). I chose thigh-highs by the way. Better access if you know what I mean.
(copy of attached e-mail from Laurie - a teacher who emailed me after reading the KM series).
I feel like being a little like Kathleen tomorrow when I go to school. What should I wear - YOUR choice…tan pantyhose, sheer black pantyhose or thigh-highs. I have both. What should my front row students see?
To: JPB 1/5/07 2:43 PM
Nice of you to ask a lady her opinion, because we all know the “male opinion.” My favorite is warm weather and tanned legs. There is a reason why pantyhose blew stockings off the map. Even though pantyhose can twist and bind, and can be hotter than hell in certain areas, they do the trick for day-long wearing. Of course for me, pantyhose DO provide the key element for one of my favorite erotic moments -- when I’ve teased my partner to the breaking point and he bends me over, rips a hole in my pantyhose, pulls my panties aside and…whew!!! You get the picture!
I love the look of stockings, and I do prefer them for a sexy setting (or a potentially sexy setting). I have a few garter belts, but they are for when I know I’m not leaving the bedroom.
To: JPB 1/5/07 3:01 PM
I think she has something naughty planned, asked your preference, and will relate to you (we hope) what happened when she did what she plans on doing while wearing what you suggested. Which you will then pass on to me - right?
To: C 1/12/07
Have not heard from you in a while - I hope this finds you in good health and fine spirits. Today was a so-so day at the salt mines. The only good thing is that I got off work early enough to get home and spent a little time on the computer before the wife got home from work.
I’ve attached the final draft of Wedding Crasher for you to look over. I won’t post it until I have some idea of where to go with it.
To: JPB 1/13/07
Just a short note to let you know I’m back among the living. My gastrointestinal virus got severe and I dehydrated. I wound up in the hospital for three days and two nights on IVs. I just got discharged today. Still don’t have too much energy. I’ll get back in touch soon.
To: C 1/16/07
Slow day here in the snow bank. More of the white garbage fell last night and the temperatures are ridiculous. Last year at this time I was barbecuing on the patio in my shirt sleeves.
Even though I haven’t felt much like writing lately I do have a half dozen stories I’ve written over the last couple of months that need to be entered into the computer. I’ll try and get some of them done this week and send them to you so you will have something to read while you recover.
To: JPB 1/16/07
Yes, winter finally made its entrance here too. I was so getting used to the benefits of Global Warming.
I can’t believe how long it is taking me to get back to full strength, but I am feeling, much, much better.
It is a big disappointment to me that I spent all that time in the hospital, in one of those skimpy gowns, but was so wiped out I can’t even think of a cute doctor or macho-male-nurse story. Of course my first night there I could have been the guest of honor at an orgy and I wouldn’t have noticed.
To: C 1/20/07
Haven’t typed anything into the box lately and haven’t felt much like writing either. I have been doing some outlines on Wedding Planner and I have put together a rough draft of BASW_you 5.
How’s by you? Hope you are getting better fast so Gary can at least chase you around the house until you catch him.
To: JPB 1/23/07
I’m fit as a fiddle again. Thanks for caring the way you do. As for Gary, I let him chase me for a while, but he always manages to catch me -- some times all it takes is stockings and high heels.
To: JPB 1/28/07
We went out Friday night, but no naughtiness ensued. We to a neighbors for dinner last night. They have a boy in high school and I think he has a crush on me. He made a few CD mixes for me (a teenage indication of interest) and invited me up to his room to see the music he had loaded on his PC. Cute and flattering, but also just a little unsettling. He also asked me if I was on My Space - another teen thing I gather - and he seemed sorry to hear that I wasn’t.
To: C 1/29/07
Slow here. Started the next chapter of the Wedding Planner and outlined a story I plan on writing. Bobby, being ever on top of things, knows what this coming Friday is. Any chance I might get my Chris and Karen story?
To: JPB 1/30/07
Yes! Friday is a First Friday and Gary has made me promise to go out after work. I still have not decided what to do - a small group is doing the normal “happy hour” thing, but I also got an e-mail inviting me to an “Open House” party (I don’t know the sender - he works in a different division in a satellite office and may have just invited every female on the in-house mailing list). I have no idea what Karen is up to, but I’ll try to find out.
By the way, since you always mention it, what is your Karen/Chris fantasy? The two of us naked on a bed all naked and sweaty and servicing every cock that comes near us? YUM!!! I like that one myself! Let’s take it a little farther and have her eat me out when all the guys are done. Let me think about that -- to be fair I’d have to do her…I don’t know…oh what the hell.
To: C 2/2/07
Nothing much going on here at my end. As I type this I know it is a First Friday and I hope you are flat on your back somewhere looking up at a guy who is looking down at you as he slides 10 inches of hard meat into your…well, you know.
To: JPB 2/3/07
Yes dear, it was First Friday and I DID misbehave. Unlike other times when I went out and an adventure just sort of happened, this time (much to Gary’s delight) I told him I was going to look for an adventure.
As the crowd left the office for TGIFridays, I went into the ladies room and stripped down to my bra and panties (both black). I replaced my slacks with a short skirt, replaced my low heeled office shoes with a pair of high heels and then touched up my make-up and hair and left.
I drove to a chain hotel in the suburbs that I knew had a large lounge and a Happy Hour. I walked in, took a seat at the bar, ordered a drink and waited to see what would happen.
It didn’t take long. Four guys were at a table and one of them got up and came over to me. You could tell he was the Alpha dog of the group. He was late twenties, early thirties, dressed Friday casual and with that ‘bar stud’ look on his face. He bought me another drink and we talked. I instinctively knew that this was what he was good at - bar pick-ups - and I knew I wasn’t going to date him or marry him so I thought I’d give him a chance to do what he was good at.
I was in maximum flirting mode -- touching his hand, his shoulder, laughing, making good eye contact, etc., etc. I wanted him to know that this was going to be his lucky night. Being the pro that he was he caught on quick and said:
“I bet my friends that you are dynamite in bed.”
I leaned over and brushed my lips against his cheek and said, “I hope you bet them a lot of money because I AM dynamite in bed and if will get us a room I’ll prove it to you right now.”
“Wow,” he said, “You do get right to the point. Want another drink?”
I smiled and said, “Honey, getting drunk is not the thing I came here to get tonight.”
We walked out to the front desk and he got a room while I stood there and standing there like a cheap bar pick-up only added to my naughty mood.
We were in a lip lock, swapping tongues on the short ride up in the elevator. He was built better that I had suspected, especially his cock. We actually slammed into each other and fell into the bed. No more kissing, talking, no oral, no romance, no music, just good old fashioned fucking. He was slamming into me and licking and sucking my nipples, and I was moaning, knowing that this was exactly what I was looking for.
He was good. Very good. He held off until after I came and waited for me to start cumming again before he let go and filled my pussy with his cum. When we untangled ourselves and lay back on the bed we both laughed. I still had my nylons and heels on and he was still wearing his socks.
He said, “Whew, you weren’t kidding; you really are hell in bed.” As I moved to take his sloppy cock into my mouth I said, “Honey, we are just getting started.
And we were. The second fuck took a long time, in three positions and when we finished he dressed and ran out to get a six-pack of beer and after he got back we had a beer and then our third fuck. He was obviously a fan of doggie-style.
After 1:00 AM we took a shower together and wound up doing number four under the running water. We showered off again, finished the beers and then left the room. We split up at the front door and each headed off in a different direction to get our cars. He said his name was Denny and I told him my name was Maggie. Who cares? All I know is that while I drove home I was congratulating myself on being such a good judge of pick-up artists.
Gary was still awake when I got home, as I knew he would be, and then I had to tell my story while we both did our best to fuck each others brains out.
Sorry Dear, but still no Karen/Chris thing to report, but I did have one hell of a good time.
To: C 2/3/07
I didn’t get back to you on what my favorite Chris/Karen fantasy would be, but then I didn’t really have to because you nailed it. What you described is what I would love to have happen - BUT - since it is fantasy (and the only way I can ever be there) I would be the one doing the eating. I’d do you first while Karen was getting pumped and then I’d do her while you were busy being seen to and then I would bounce back and forth between the two of you until you couldn’t stand it any more and then it would be my turn to make a deposit.
Have an interesting one for you. If you will remember, sometime back I mentioned that it would sure be nice if I could get my two favorite ladies in touch and you said you wouldn’t mind. I mentioned it to Kathleen and she said she wouldn’t mind either. Today she asked me if I really wanted her to contact you and I said yes so she said she would.
(Authors note: Kathleen did contact Christine and they did have a dialog. I have not gotten Kathleen’s permission to reproduce her e-mails, but the below is a copy of Christine’s answer to Kathleen’s first e-mail. I put it in this story to give late-comers to the BASW Christine series a feel for my girl.)
From: C
To: Kathleen
Wednesday, January 31, 2006 7:39 PM
Subject: Hi back
Hi Kathleen,
It’s nice to hear from you. I have really enjoyed the results of the inspiration you provided Bob. It’s also nice to be able to say “Hi” to another woman who has been the subject of erotic stories that are out on the Internet.
I don’t know if you have read any of the “BASW_Christina” stories, but what is in them is true so I guess I really am a “hot wife.”
I guess I can be candid because if you haven’t read the stories you can find out all about me by reading the stories on the sites where they are posted.
I was far from an angel through high school and college. I met, fell in love with and married my husband and thought that marriage would put an end to my wild and crazy ways, but I was introduced to my husbands “kink” on our honeymoon when he tried to set me up with the bartender at the resort where we were staying -- true!! Soon my husband began sharing the online erotic stories he liked with me, and most of them were the slut wife or hot wife type, and we both enjoyed the resulting playtimes.
I was 100% faithful for over ten years. Like you I have always enjoyed flirting and looking sexy, but that was as far as it went. Then about two years ago, on a few “nights out with the girls” my behavior changed - much to my husbands delight and eternal gratitude. It has been interesting ever since. Sometimes I have trouble believing how much my husband loves what I’m doing and I get scared that the other shoe will drop and it will all go bad - but he keeps proving to me that it won’t happen.
I met Bob when I sent him an atta-boy for one of his stories that I liked and convinced him to tell mine.
I hope you will write me back and tell me your thoughts.
To: JPB 2/3/07
Ohhh! I love your Chris/Bobby/Karen fantasy! I wish we could make it come true.
KM and I are corresponding and she seems to be enjoying it as much as I am.
To: C 2/10/07
How’s by you? By me is fine. Not a bad day at work yesterday and the wife took me out to dinner last night so I didn’t get home in time to get on the computer. She is off shopping right now so I have been able to spend a couple of hours on the box. I finally finished typing in one of the stories I wrote months ago (attached) and I’ll begin another one when I send this off to you.
I’m getting the urge to pick up the pen and start writing again, but I don’t know what I want to do first; your next, chapter two of Wedding Planner or anyone of a half dozen other ideas I’ve had. Plus, I’ve still got nine stories written that are waiting to be entered into the computer. Decisions, decisions, decisions! It ain’t easy being Bobby.
To: JPB 2/11/07
I liked “Chuck’s Mistake” but I tend to like your serious, bittersweet stories as well as the erotic ones. Did I send you a message about “Anny’s Initiation?” What a HOT story! Hubby and I loved it. Is it an older one floating around or a recent one?
Well, I could have had any number of adventures last night. Sorry to disappoint both you and Gary, but none actually occurred. The neighborhood husbands decided to have a Texas Hold’em night and one of the wives called around and set up a girl’s night out. Nine of us started out, hitting four bars/clubs and getting hit on all night. Finally, around 1 AM, there were just three of us left and a group of five guys are really trying to coax us to go back to their place for a party (there had been some kissing and touchy-feely on the dance floor and in the booths). We were really considering it. After a summit meeting in the ladies room we decided that we should just say no and head on home to our hubbies. On the way out of the restroom Jan said, “Just one more dance.” So we all danced one more dance and then Jan (the most inebriated of the three of us) said, “Okay, how about we go, but just for one drink.” So Jan climbs in a car with two guys and Debbie and I follow the guys back to their apartment. When we get there Jan gets out of the other car - no coat, her hair and make-up a mess, her top all twisted and she is barely able to walk. Debbie and I looked at each other and decided that we had better get home so we helped Jan get in the car and we left, waving and blowing kisses at the guys as one of them was waving Jan’s bra. But, oh, it could have been so different. Hell, it WOULD have been different if I had not been with neighbors. You know how I feel about doing things too close to home.
P.S. KM is out of town for a few days.
To: C 2/15/07
Just a quick one. Yesterday was the usual sucky Wednesday that seemed to run on forever. Today was a little better (except for the fact that it FUCKING SNOWED AGAIN last night.
I dropped Laurie a line, but she never responded.
I answered Jules’s e-mail, but didn’t hear back from her.
Have not heard from TGBL for a while.
And KM is out of town.
Of All my ladies you seem to be the only one that wants me around. Works for me.
To: JPB 2/16/07
Of course I want you around….for a long, long time.
Quiet Friday night at home after one hellish week. However…I just got off the phone with neighbor Debbie. Seems a few girls are up for another Girls Night Out tomorrow night (and this AFTER they all heard about last weekend’s misadventure). So far there are five of us (including Jan) and you know that I will be reporting anything interesting that happens.
To: C 2/16/07
The wife informed me this morning that she wants to go to the mountains this weekend. She says if she has to look at “all of this fucking snow” she wants to do it where the scenery is better. Her wish/my command. It means that you won’t hear from me again until sometime late Monday. Normally we would come home late Sunday afternoon, but as a state employee she gets in the neighborhood of eleventy-thousand paid holidays a year and Monday is one of them so we won’t get home until late that day.
I’ve held off asking you this to give you time to ruminate on it, but after your last First Friday do you still feel that waiting for an “adventure” to happen is more fun than going out after it like you did last Friday? Is Gary more for the “go after it” or the “wait for the moment?”
To: JPB
The “Girls” are a definite GO for tonight. Maybe I’ll have something to report next time. Jan wants to hit a couple of Mardi Gras parties so I’m trying to decide whether to wear a bra or not. You know how Gary is voting!
Gary is definitely in favor of the “go after it” adventure because he is confident about my possible success rate. And, I will admit that it was a blast being raunchy, aggressive and blatant about what I wanted. It fit the mood I was in at the time. However, as you already know, I vacillate. I get the guilt’s about a happily married woman, the mother of a child, acting like that. And thirdly, it is fun just putting myself in certain situations where I can be more passive, waiting to see what develops. See how easy it is to get a clear cut answer from me?
Speaking about being in possible situations…..<possible story idea>
The other night we were watching the news and they reported that 30 to 50 miles of a couple of roads were shut down for over twenty-four hours in an ice and snow storm. Thousands of cars and trucks were locked in place. You could almost walk that distance on the roofs of the trucks they showed in the copter shots. I was thinking…here is this poor, married lady, who was going to get off at the next exit to refuel, but now stuck she sits in her car until she runs out of gas trying to keep warm. So, what else can she do except walk to the nearest truck with a sleeper cab and ask if she can get in the truck to stay warm until the highway is opened? Either she is very grateful to the trucker or the trucker says she has to pay for the warmth… you fill in the blanks. Then suppose the trucker gets on the CB and says he has a willing guest? The poor little wife’s time just flies by until the road is reopened.
I don’t know how I come up with these things.
To: JPB 2/20/07
Did you make it back from the mountains? Work has been a real terror this week so this will be short until I get a better chance to write you.
Six of us went out Saturday and before the night was over all of us had flashed our tits (some of us more than others), but no hanky-panky. Some openings to possibly be looked into, but outside of collecting beads nothing much happened, but I will write you and tell you all about it.
To: C 2/21/07
No, I didn’t die, just got busier than hell. The trip to the mountains was very relaxing and I hated to leave and come home. Didn’t write any while on the mountain, just read and sat on the deck and enjoyed the view.
The wife won’t be home for another hour or two so I’m on the computer trying to finish typing in the story that I’ve been trying to get done for two weeks now. I need to get it out of the way so I can type in what I have on KM 17 and send it to her for her approval before I post.
All of you flashed your tits? A change of heart about doing anything with the folks who are so close to home? I can see it now! BASW_you 14 has Gary turning the basement into a rec. room so you can have parties on the weekend. He will be in the laundry room watching through a peep hole as you crawl all over the guy who lives at the end of the block while his wife is sucking the cock of the loud-mouth you dislike so much as the loud-mouth’s wife storms out of the room talking divorce. Then again, by 14 Gary might be out taking part.
Did I ever tell you I have a sick mind?
To: JPB 2/21/07
I LOVE your mind --- don’t change a thing!!!!
Well, it wasn’t like I was doing anything that the others didn’t do - and I wasn’t even the first to do it. On the ride home we discussed it as a “Don’t ask, don’t tell” thing as far as anyone else was concerned (except for Gary and you of course). Maybe this will make us a little tighter as neighbors and friends.
Sorry Dear, I just don’t see the basement orgies you mentioned, but then again at the start of last year I never imagined that I would be doing what I now am. I guess all things are possible.
To: JPB 2/25/07 6:12 PM
I almost had an incredible adventure this weekend. It couldn’t have happened at a worse time in my cycle or I don’t know which path I would have taken! I have to leave and go to the store, but I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.
To: JPB 2/25/07 8:32 PM
I’M back. Now about that almost adventure! Gary and I are asleep Thursday night when the phone rings. Gary answered it and then handed it to me, “It’s someone named Erica, she’s obviously drunk and she’s asking for you.”
It was Erica, one of my partners in crime in college. She was in town for a wedding that Saturday. There was another wedding in the church on Friday night so they had the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner on Thursday. Drunk and in her hotel room and still ready to party she looked us up in the phonebook and reached us on her fourth try. Unfortunately I had meetings scheduled for Friday from 7:00 AM on and I told her I couldn’t come out and play, but that I could meet her for dinner and drinks after work.
As I said, my timing could not have been worse - I got my period Friday afternoon.
I met Erica and we went out for a nice dinner and then to a martini bar she had heard people talking about. She started knocking back some apple-snapple-bapple-tini crap and I was almost keeping up with my draft beer-tinis. We reminisced about our bad old days in college (she reminded me of a few “fun” times I’d forgotten about!) and then we caught up. She was divorced - twice - the first time was when her husband caught her bopping the host at a big party. The second was when her husband followed her and two salesmen to a motel after work. She obviously had not changed a bit since college (like I had?)
When I went to drop her off at her hotel she talked me into going into the lounge for a night-cap. I did. And while we were there 5 guys came in and joined us. They were with the wedding - 3 groomsmen and two guests. They had met Erica at the rehearsal the night before and she had spent the night with the best man (he wasn’t one of the five, but he had apparently spread the word about Erica spreading). So, in the little girl’s room Erica suggests that the 7 of us go up to her room and relive our glory days.
Dear, if I hadn’t been in the monthly condition I was in I’m not really sure of what I would have done. I explained to Erica what was going on and she pooh-poohed it saying that I still had two perfectly good ways to have fun with guys.
“You can still use your mouth and I know that you used to like it up your butt.”
I gave it some serious thought. I know Gary would love having me do it, but the thing of it was that I don’t really care for sex when it is that time of the month (and that is the ONLY time I don’t care for sex). Still, I almost talked myself into going for it. Then I had second thoughts about sucking five cocks a couple of times each and having my poor butt nailed ten or twelve times and I decided not to do it. Two or maybe three guys I might have gone up with her, but five? She pouted, but said she understood and I left her at the table with the five guys. She said she would call me before she left town, but she didn’t so I can only guess how her night went.
I’m sleepy. Maybe I should go downstairs and kiss hubby goodnight! Or something!
To: C 2/26/07
My wife is just the opposite; she gets horny as hell when it is her time of the month.
Busy day doing chores around the house. Got to spend about two hours on the computer, but that was enough to get started on KM’s new story - The Adventures of Kathleen M. - The Beginnings. I sent her KM 17 and got three e-mails from her today on it. She had a couple of things she wanted changed because she was afraid someone who knew her might read it and be able to identify her.
I’m attaching “Beth, Sam and Me” and since it is a departure of sorts for me I would like your comment on it.
To: JPB 2/27/07
I liked “Beth, Sam and Me” just the way it is. The bi-sexual thing is something you don’t usually deal with, and I thought you hit just the right note on it.
To: C 2/27/07
Heard from KM today. She was happy with it the way I did it. She sent me an email saying, “Thanks for changing things to protect the uh, not so innocent.” She enclosed three photos and said that she liked knowing that I was seeing her naked while I was typing her story. Hard at work on “Beginnings.” Hope to have it done by next week.
To: JPB 3/3/07
Our girl is sending you naughty photos? How in the world does she expect you to be able to type when your hands are busy doing other things?
Quiet night for me. I’m upstairs in only a short t-shirt and panties while Gary and 8 neighbor guys are having another go at their traveling poker game. Gary knows I’m up here almost nude and I wonder what is going on in my dear hubby’s perverted mind? Maybe that is why he never wins when he hosts the get-together. Think I should go down and kiss him goodnight dressed the way I am?
So, I never got around to telling you about my Mardi Gras exposure. Two weeks ago on a Saturday night six of us piled into a minivan and headed out for bars advertising Mardi Gras parties. I didn’t wear a bra, but I wasn’t sure that I was going to show anyone anything - but, like a good scout I wanted to be prepared! Nothing happened at the first two bars, but at the third it was late and it was crowded and all night the six of us had been playing the “I’ll do it if you do it” game. Finally, after dancing with some VERY friendly guys we all decided to do it the next time the DJ hit the ‘show us your tits” button. Well, we did it and the world didn’t end so we did it a lot until the bar closed. Remember Jan? The one I told you we had to rescue? She took her blouse off and some guy stole it and she spent the rest of the night with her naked tits on full display. I get the feeling that there is something wild in that girl just crying to get out. Anyway, it was a blast! Gary LOVED all the finger marks he could still see on my boobs when I got home. He was just a tad miffed that I didn’t do anything “adventurous.”
To: C 3/4/07
You are in a t-shirt and panties and you are thinking of going downstairs and kissing your hubby goodnight in front of his poker playing buddies? Be sure that you let me know how THAT turns out. (We both know what Gary would like to happen, don’t we?)
Damn! Got a woodie just thinking about it. Would they cut for high card to see who would go first or would Gary just assign everyone a number?
To: JPB 3/4/07
Alas, I didn’t do it. But I was upstairs chuckling, thinking of the expression that would be on Gary’s face if I did go downstairs and walk into the room! It gave me the female equivalent of a woodie also! And after corresponding with KM it sounds like something she would like to do although in her case in would probably be a look but don’t touch deal. Not so with me. You and I both know what would happen if I did it!
To: C 3/5/07
Chicken!!! You were afraid to go downstairs and play with eight guys. Shame, shame! Oh well, there is always next time.
You haven’t said so I’m going to pry. How are you and the neighbor ladies getting along? I know about the tit showing incident, but do you see anything more daring happening?
I don’t know if I sent you the attached or not. I wrote “Carol” based on the agreement the I have with my wife. “It Went Wrong” was as close as I’ve gotten to having it happen. It is a true story right up to the point they had their lunch together. Everything after that is my imagination running wild.
To: JPB 3/5/07
Chicken??? You call me chicken after I have confessed to you all the things I have done?
I know. What would have happened? It would most certainly change the dynamics in the neighborhood. Let’s say that I’m a lot like your wife - I maybe would like to do it, but I’m sure as hell not going to be the first.
About the neighborhood girls -- Who really knows what goes on in other marriages and other houses? Gary and I were both shocked at the touchy-feely party at our house and then to hear that it wasn’t the first time that it happened at a neighborhood party.
We girls figure that Jan is not having the best moments of her marriage right now. She was the one who got out of the guy’s car half naked on that girls-night-out party a while back. She admitted (still drunk) on the ride home that if the ride had taken any longer both guys would have gotten lucky. And at the Mardi Gras party she was making out with every guy she danced with, especially after she lost her blouse.
I really don’t know what to expect. We have really meshed as a group and have gotten tighter over the last year or so, but flashing our tits and two of us fucking strange guys in the same room are two very different things. But not to worry, Dear, if anything happens you will be the second man to hear about it.
Besides, I thought you would be more interested in my old friend Erica and the naughty things she reminded me that we did together.
To: JPB 3/7/07
KM has told me about a few of her exploits that have not yet made it into your stories and I do have to say that the girl has a definite talent and knows what sexy is. We differ in philosophy. I am a TRAMP and KM is a sexy lady. I wonder what kind of a night we could have if we went out on the town together.
To: C 3/7/07
Of course I am interested in what you did with Erica (and what you STILL might do with her - she will keep in touch, won’t she?) just as I’m interested in everything else you may do or have done - all the way back to when you first “played doctor” and “I’ll show you mine if you will show me yours.” But it is what you do when you go out with others that really turns my crank. Karen, Erica or the girls next door - whoever can get you out and about is who I’m for.
To: JPB 3/8/07
I have to tell you -- I LOVE turning your crank! Especially when someone is turning mine to do it!!!
Nothing planned in the near future with the neighbor ladies, but I know a lot of college basketball is coming up and that should keep the hubbies occupied, so keep your fingers crossed.
To: C 3/9/07
So, some “Neighborhood Ladies Madness” might occur about the same time as “March Madness?” Oh be still my beating heart! Stories, stories and more stories (yeah, right). Although one can always hope. There just has to be a “Karen” in the bunch and you of course will bond with her which will make my poor life worthwhile.
To: JPB 3/9/07
Sadly, there are no plans for tonight or tomorrow --- as of yet. You know that I will let you know if anything comes up. I don’t know if I mentioned it, but one of us - Jan - definitely looks like she is trying to get laid.
To: C 3/10/07
Are you going to take Jan under your wing and see to it that she gets what she wants? Do I see the two of you slipping away on some girl’s night out and getting the nasty done and then sneaking back to the girls for one last drink before you go home? Damn! I sometimes wonder about me and the things my mind does.
To: JPB 3/10/07
Sorry to report that nothing happened this weekend. No naughtiness occurred -- well no naughtiness outside the sacred sacrament of marriage.
About my neighbor Jan -- you don’t really think that I, sweet, innocent housewife that I am, would take her down the slut road for the first time, do you? That would have to be her decision, but it WOULD give us something to talk about (just between us girls). And I do like your “sneaking away and doing the nasty” idea. I wouldn’t rule it out if I found out that is the way she wanted to go! I LOVE the way your brain works.
To: JPB 3/13/07
Ready for this??? After weeks of nothing to report (well almost nothing) I have news!
Remember the Christmas party with Nick (from the rib joint) and he introduced me to his friend Matt (the nice widower)? He called me today and invited me to a dinner party at his condo on Friday night. He said it would be eight to ten couples, all from his building. I asked him if he was sure that he wanted a “date” for the party as it would spoil a perfect opportunity to meet some single neighbors. He said that was the problem - he hadn’t met any single neighbors since moving in. He said he was on the condo association board and did not want to be the only solo guy there. He was sweet and said he had no expectations and that if I wanted to leave after dinner he would understand. The decision would be totally mine - that he would just enjoy my company for a few hours if that is all there was.
Of course I said I would be happy to be his date for the evening. We agreed that it would be best if I just came from work right to his condo and changed there. Knowing me, we will probably be late for dinner.
Anyway, I thought you might be interested.
And - the girls are still talking about hitting the bars on Saturday night. I’ll be looking for my big “Kiss me, I’m Irish” button before we go out. I wonder where would be the best place to wear it. Any suggestions Dear???
To: C 3/14/07
My suggestion for the “Kiss me” button would be to pin it to the gusset of your panties and then start a new tradition. If you can flash your tits for Mardi Gras, why not flash your beaver for Saint Paddy’s day?
To: JPB 3/15/07
Ooooh, new traditions. There goes that marvelous mind of yours again. I’ll see if I can talk the girls into it.
To: JPB 3/18/07
I have NEWS!!!!!!! I went on my dinner date Friday night and it was nice. I said nice, because that is all that it was. Matt was charming and fine in bed, but it was a “date” and I think I’ve already told you -- I prefer adventures -- especially spontaneous (and even surprising) adventures.
I left the office a little early Friday afternoon and drove to Matt’s condo. He was gracious and even went down to my car to get my bags. We had a drink and talked. I suggested that we agree on a story since this was my first appearance in his social life and we agreed to say we met through a mutual friend in December. I couldn’t help it - I giggled and asked him if we should omit the fact that I had balled him and the mutual friend for over 12 hours on the night we met. Of course he agreed.
He had carried my bags into the bedroom and I suggested that I go and change. I got my stuff out and then called for Matt to come and zip me up. You should have seen his face when he walked into the room and I was standing there in my make-up, a string of pearls, black stockings and ‘come fuck me’ pumps. I bent over the bed and wiggled my rear at him and suggested that we get the tension over the first one out of the way. He stepped up behind me, dropped his trousers and buried his cock in me all the way with the first shove. It was over in minutes and I cleaned up and finished dressing.
The dinner party was in the condo’s activities room. There were three tables of eight. The crowd was older than me (Matt at 44 had ten years on me) and expensively dressed and coiffed. Being younger and single I knew that I was being inspected. I had chosen the right dress -- black, not too tight, not too short and not too much cleavage.
They had a DJ and started with cocktails. I made a show of being obviously enamored of Matt -- he hadn’t been laid since I did him back in December and I wanted to boost his ego a little. I survived the cocktail and dinner chat by telling everyone I was from Boston so Matt and I couldn’t get together as often as we would like to.
After dinner we danced and mingled till eleven. Several of the men took the opportunity to grope my ass and one old goat actually squeezed my boobs when we danced.
In the elevator up to his condo Matt was effusive in his thanks for coming to the party with him. In the bedroom I asked him to undress me and when he got down to my stockings and heels he nudged me onto the bed, undressed himself and joined me. It wasn’t as fast as the first one when I got there, but it was still quicker than I liked so I sucked him hard again and he managed to give three very nice orgasms before he came. I sucked him hard again and then I offered him my ass. He went slow and easy and took a long time before he came and then I went into shower and was surprised when Matt didn’t join me. When I stepped back into the bedroom Matt was under the covers and softly snoring. Since I had been up since 5:30 that morning I gratefully joined him.
The next morning was nice. This time Matt joined me in the shower and we played there. Back in bed we enjoyed a long session of fucking and sucking and then we had bagels and coffee, fucked one more time and then Matt went down to the parking lot and cleared the snow off my car. And then, just in case any of his neighbors were at their windows watching I gave him a kiss that melted the snow around us.
Over our bagels and coffee Matt asked me if I would go with him to a big “Final Four” party at his country club in a couple of weeks. I told him he should be out looking for single women to date instead of hooking up with a married woman. He said he knew that, but he loved being with me and he would really like to show me off to his golf and poker buddies. I wasn’t sure that I liked that “showing off” comment, but I told him that he had been alone long enough (widowed in 2005 and I was the only woman he’d been with in all that time) and needed to find a nice woman. I reminded him that I was married and was not interested in an affair. He nodded and then asked me if he could call me and I shrugged and said he could.
When I got home Gary was waiting for me. Our son was over at grandma’s for the night and Gary made me tell him every wet, sloppy, sexy detail until he could not get it up any more. After we had showered and dressed he reminded me that I had promised the girls that I would go out with them while he and the guys watched basketball. I told him that he should not expect anything since he and Matt had pretty much worn me out. He just smiled at me with THAT LOOK, like he knew that if a cock presented itself I would grab it. Damn!!! How did he get to know me so well?
Authors note: She did go out and she did play so her story will be continued.