For today's entry I've decided to bring you bang up to date (don't worry I'll go back again in the New Year) just simply because today is New Year's Eve and I have a party to go to. Sound very posh doesn't it? No, not really! Its just a bunch of us from work meeting at someone's house to get very drunk, listen to music and then forget how to get home from! I'll be honest I'm not looking forward to it, a number of reasons why really but the main one is that Pete will be there and unfortunately so will his wife. Now don't get me wrong I'm not to spend the whole evening with him whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I'm not in love with him, I don't want to spend the rest of my life with him but the thing is when I start to drink I get incredibly, incredibly horny and will fuck just about anything that moves! If he's there its going to be extremely hard not to drag him off to a bedroom and screw his brains out! Also the problem with that is if I can't have him no doubt I will end up with someone that I don't particularly fancy and really didn't want to screw but that because I'm drunk and very horny will suddenly find on a par with George Clooney!! (god he's gorgeous!)
This then brings me to what to wear, do I go for all out sexy and hope that Pete didn't bring his wife and we find a quiet corner to fuck in all night long, or do I go for demure (long skirt etc) and hope that no one attempts to chat me up, so I don't have that awkward thing at work next week where they will attempt to get me go out with them and I will have to turn them down. Or of course I just go in jeans and a tshirt and look like I've not made an effort at all? You know what? Screw that - drop dead gorgeous it is! Ok so I've kinda already picked my outfit out, nothing too fancy just some stuff I have in the wardrobe. Short black skirt, knee high boots and this tight little red jumper I have, its a polo necked one but has this sort of heart shaped hole that just reveals enough cleavage for guys to kinda fall into but not too much so they're not left wondering hmmmm wonder what she's got down there ;) Hehe. Sheesh I'm making myself horny already! Definitely gonna have to sort that out before I go out tonight.
Who knows, maybe I'll find myself another fuck buddy, but then can I cope with another considering the ones I already have? And yes I did say ones as in plural, you've only met Pete so far but don't worry you'll get to meet them all soon enough!
See you next year
Kaylee
xxx
Friday 31 December 2010
Thursday 30 December 2010
Sex and lots of it
As I said yesterday I hadn't intended to become the 'other woman' it just sort of happened but to be honest I kinda like it! I like being in control (not of the sex - thats not me at all, if you know what I mean ;) ) but of the situation, knowing that his wide could catch us at any minute but that I wouldn't have to feel any of the guilt or do any of the apologising. Heartless bitch? Meh... maybe - but I like it!
After the initial awkwardness of the first 'meeting' we had, attempting to avoid each other and I even changed a few shifts to make sure we weren't alone together, one night weirdly enough we'd both managed to change shifts to avoid being together and ended up being alone together! After everyone else had left, it would normally take around an hour and a half to 2 hours to get everything sorted and get out and for the first hour you could have cut the air with a knife, neither of us spoke a word! Then, once again, I noticed one of the cashiers had made an error (sadly very common in our office as most of the staff were barely out of school and couldn't be bothered with making sure they got it right) so I had to talk to him to try to get it resolved. It was an easy mistake to fix but as our conversation had started flowing he obviously wanted to capitalise on this and began explaining how sorry he was and how he hadn't meant it - all words of a guilty conscience of course and I could tell he didn't mean it. I called him on it, asking if he was really sorry we'd fucked on the desk or was he just saying that to ease his guilt, he didn't really need to say anything as we both knew how he felt and to be honest if you'd been in the room too you'd have seen his cock answer for him as the bulge in his trousers was more than evident. All I knew is I'd been dying to taste his cock since the night we'd screwed, I considered myself pretty good at a blow job, I'd found it a pretty effective way of getting what I wanted from my marriage. I remember grabbing something soft, possibly my coat, folding it and placing it on the floor for me to kneel on, then grinning as I began to unzip his trousers. Unfortunately right at this moment his phone began to ring, the look in my eye pleaded with him not to answer but he went ahead and for a moment or two he spoke softly into the phone, his cock bobbing in the air free from his clothing. Almost about the same time as it started to soften I realised he was on the phone to his wife and from what I could hear (although I wasn't really paying that much attention - his cock had a very hypnotic effect on me!) she was not a happy bunny so I decided to give him something to smile about and placed my hand gently on his dick. It immediately sprang to full attention and he glared at me, coughed to clear his throat and attempted to continue on the conversation to his wife. I decided now would be a good time to see just how good he tasted and boy was that cock sweet, I licked and sucked for all my worth as he spoke to his wife and by the time he managed to squeak a goodbye to her I had the full length of it deep inside my mouth savouring every last drop of cum seeping from its tip. I continued like this for a few minutes longer and just as I looked up at him from under my heavy cut fringe it tipped him over the edge and he proceeded to cum hard into my mouth filling it with warm saltiness. He recovered fairly quickly, partially sobering up whilst giving me the news that his wife was waiting downstairs for him so we needed to hurry up and finish, giving him a wink I told him I was ready whenever he was although I had meant for him to fuck me again rather than leave although sadly he took it as the latter :(
I've got more to tell you about Pete but I guess it needs to wait or these posts will go on for an eternity!
Kaylee
xxx
After the initial awkwardness of the first 'meeting' we had, attempting to avoid each other and I even changed a few shifts to make sure we weren't alone together, one night weirdly enough we'd both managed to change shifts to avoid being together and ended up being alone together! After everyone else had left, it would normally take around an hour and a half to 2 hours to get everything sorted and get out and for the first hour you could have cut the air with a knife, neither of us spoke a word! Then, once again, I noticed one of the cashiers had made an error (sadly very common in our office as most of the staff were barely out of school and couldn't be bothered with making sure they got it right) so I had to talk to him to try to get it resolved. It was an easy mistake to fix but as our conversation had started flowing he obviously wanted to capitalise on this and began explaining how sorry he was and how he hadn't meant it - all words of a guilty conscience of course and I could tell he didn't mean it. I called him on it, asking if he was really sorry we'd fucked on the desk or was he just saying that to ease his guilt, he didn't really need to say anything as we both knew how he felt and to be honest if you'd been in the room too you'd have seen his cock answer for him as the bulge in his trousers was more than evident. All I knew is I'd been dying to taste his cock since the night we'd screwed, I considered myself pretty good at a blow job, I'd found it a pretty effective way of getting what I wanted from my marriage. I remember grabbing something soft, possibly my coat, folding it and placing it on the floor for me to kneel on, then grinning as I began to unzip his trousers. Unfortunately right at this moment his phone began to ring, the look in my eye pleaded with him not to answer but he went ahead and for a moment or two he spoke softly into the phone, his cock bobbing in the air free from his clothing. Almost about the same time as it started to soften I realised he was on the phone to his wife and from what I could hear (although I wasn't really paying that much attention - his cock had a very hypnotic effect on me!) she was not a happy bunny so I decided to give him something to smile about and placed my hand gently on his dick. It immediately sprang to full attention and he glared at me, coughed to clear his throat and attempted to continue on the conversation to his wife. I decided now would be a good time to see just how good he tasted and boy was that cock sweet, I licked and sucked for all my worth as he spoke to his wife and by the time he managed to squeak a goodbye to her I had the full length of it deep inside my mouth savouring every last drop of cum seeping from its tip. I continued like this for a few minutes longer and just as I looked up at him from under my heavy cut fringe it tipped him over the edge and he proceeded to cum hard into my mouth filling it with warm saltiness. He recovered fairly quickly, partially sobering up whilst giving me the news that his wife was waiting downstairs for him so we needed to hurry up and finish, giving him a wink I told him I was ready whenever he was although I had meant for him to fuck me again rather than leave although sadly he took it as the latter :(
I've got more to tell you about Pete but I guess it needs to wait or these posts will go on for an eternity!
Kaylee
xxx
Wednesday 29 December 2010
How it all started....
A very good friend of mine suggested I start a blog detailing what's happened to me in the past few years and what's come out of it all. She writes a blog and feels it can be a cathartic way of getting rid of anger (or in my case, no doubt confessing a few sins!)
So, a bit about me, well I'm a 29 year old woman who until a few years ago was happily married with a young son by a wonderful man. That all changed one day when I came home early from my parents house to find my husband sitting on the sofa, his trousers round his ankles, some 'woman' (I use the term very loosely!) kneeling in between his legs and giving him what can only be described (judging from the look on his face) as the blowjob of his life! Fast forward several months, I was living in a small rented house suffering from depression and he was having the time of his life with anyone he chose.
My depression lasted around a year until one day I realised that not only was letting myself down but my son too and over the next few months managed to get off most of my medication and found myself a part time job in the local cash and carry. Yes I know not very exciting but I had to fit it in with childcare etc.
This is me now, just over a year later, still working in the cash and carry although I now work in the back office doing such exciting things as cashing up and paperwork..... ooohhh..... the thrilling life I lead!
I know what you're thinking, well this is all well and good but surely that's it? Not much of a blog is it if it ends at the beginning! Or does it.....? The truth of the matter is although my husband was the one who cheated on me initially, finally after all these months and years I have come to realise that in fact he did me a MASSIVE favour, I'm free..... free to live as I see fit and although I hadn't meant for any of the rest of the events in this blog to happen.... they just sort of...... did! (whoops!)
So..... it all started.......
......one night I was working late, as always, and all but one of the managers had gone home. We'd found a discrepancy and were trying to get it sorted when Pete, the manager, went off to make us both a cuppa. I must've got so engrossed in my work that I hadn't heard him come in the door, yet a small noise behind me caused me to jump and whip my head round to see what had made it. In doing so there was an almighty crack as my neck went and I yelped in pain. Immediately Pete began acting concerned wanting to know if I needed the hospital or if I could see ok, if anything hurt etc etc. Several minutes went by before I could finally speak and managed to whisper I was ok and began checking my neck and shoulders to see if anything was broken, strained, pulled etc. Once I realised everything was fine, Pete laid his hands on my shoulders from behind me (he was standing and I was still sitting at the desk) and asked if maybe a neck massage would be a good thing and without waiting for a reply he started.
You may not think this is an issue, but there were two problems with what he was doing, the first being that though Pete is 20 years older than me he is a very sweet and extremely attractive older man. The second being that, for me, my neck and shoulders are major errogenous zones and I immediately began to feel turned on. His hands were slightly rough but he was being gentle to start with, being careful to make sure he wasn't hurting me, but as I didn't make any pained noises the pressure from his hands began to build working up and down my neck and across my shoulders. Suddenly I let out a moan and instantly felt his hands stiffen on my shoulders, he asked if he'd hurt me and all I could do was whisper I was fine. This carried on for what felt like an eternity until, using every ounce of willpower I had, I asked him to stop. He wanted to know why and all I could reply was that I didn't think it was appropriate considering he was a married man and to my relief he stepped back and I continued my work.
I'd like to say it ended there but sadly it did not as a minute or so later I felt his hands back on my shoulders, this time sliding further forwards as if attempting to reach my breasts, once again I felt my breath begin to quicken as I attempted to tell him to stop. Then he did something which basically unleashed all the pent up hurt, anger and frustration from my husbands betrayal, he lent forward, kissed up my neck and whispered in my ear 'I want you'
I'd like to give you a graphic analysis of what happened next, I really would, but the truth is I honestly don't know! The next bit I seem to be able to remember is me laying on a desk full of receipts with my top open and breasts exposed, my skirt round my waist and his cock buried deep inside me as we grunted and groaned loudly enough for half the world to hear. I remember it lasting not very long at all, I remember getting dressed again and finishing the work we needed to do, but I don't remember getting home or going to bed that night - strange what you forget isn't it?
The thing is, this late night encounter with Pete turned me into some sex-starved whore and this blog is basically to be a record of it all, as I mentioned at the beginning, a way of confessing my sins. I know this entry has been long and for that I apologise but I felt it best to bring you up to speed as it were :)
Kaylee
xxx
So, a bit about me, well I'm a 29 year old woman who until a few years ago was happily married with a young son by a wonderful man. That all changed one day when I came home early from my parents house to find my husband sitting on the sofa, his trousers round his ankles, some 'woman' (I use the term very loosely!) kneeling in between his legs and giving him what can only be described (judging from the look on his face) as the blowjob of his life! Fast forward several months, I was living in a small rented house suffering from depression and he was having the time of his life with anyone he chose.
My depression lasted around a year until one day I realised that not only was letting myself down but my son too and over the next few months managed to get off most of my medication and found myself a part time job in the local cash and carry. Yes I know not very exciting but I had to fit it in with childcare etc.
This is me now, just over a year later, still working in the cash and carry although I now work in the back office doing such exciting things as cashing up and paperwork..... ooohhh..... the thrilling life I lead!
I know what you're thinking, well this is all well and good but surely that's it? Not much of a blog is it if it ends at the beginning! Or does it.....? The truth of the matter is although my husband was the one who cheated on me initially, finally after all these months and years I have come to realise that in fact he did me a MASSIVE favour, I'm free..... free to live as I see fit and although I hadn't meant for any of the rest of the events in this blog to happen.... they just sort of...... did! (whoops!)
So..... it all started.......
......one night I was working late, as always, and all but one of the managers had gone home. We'd found a discrepancy and were trying to get it sorted when Pete, the manager, went off to make us both a cuppa. I must've got so engrossed in my work that I hadn't heard him come in the door, yet a small noise behind me caused me to jump and whip my head round to see what had made it. In doing so there was an almighty crack as my neck went and I yelped in pain. Immediately Pete began acting concerned wanting to know if I needed the hospital or if I could see ok, if anything hurt etc etc. Several minutes went by before I could finally speak and managed to whisper I was ok and began checking my neck and shoulders to see if anything was broken, strained, pulled etc. Once I realised everything was fine, Pete laid his hands on my shoulders from behind me (he was standing and I was still sitting at the desk) and asked if maybe a neck massage would be a good thing and without waiting for a reply he started.
You may not think this is an issue, but there were two problems with what he was doing, the first being that though Pete is 20 years older than me he is a very sweet and extremely attractive older man. The second being that, for me, my neck and shoulders are major errogenous zones and I immediately began to feel turned on. His hands were slightly rough but he was being gentle to start with, being careful to make sure he wasn't hurting me, but as I didn't make any pained noises the pressure from his hands began to build working up and down my neck and across my shoulders. Suddenly I let out a moan and instantly felt his hands stiffen on my shoulders, he asked if he'd hurt me and all I could do was whisper I was fine. This carried on for what felt like an eternity until, using every ounce of willpower I had, I asked him to stop. He wanted to know why and all I could reply was that I didn't think it was appropriate considering he was a married man and to my relief he stepped back and I continued my work.
I'd like to say it ended there but sadly it did not as a minute or so later I felt his hands back on my shoulders, this time sliding further forwards as if attempting to reach my breasts, once again I felt my breath begin to quicken as I attempted to tell him to stop. Then he did something which basically unleashed all the pent up hurt, anger and frustration from my husbands betrayal, he lent forward, kissed up my neck and whispered in my ear 'I want you'
I'd like to give you a graphic analysis of what happened next, I really would, but the truth is I honestly don't know! The next bit I seem to be able to remember is me laying on a desk full of receipts with my top open and breasts exposed, my skirt round my waist and his cock buried deep inside me as we grunted and groaned loudly enough for half the world to hear. I remember it lasting not very long at all, I remember getting dressed again and finishing the work we needed to do, but I don't remember getting home or going to bed that night - strange what you forget isn't it?
The thing is, this late night encounter with Pete turned me into some sex-starved whore and this blog is basically to be a record of it all, as I mentioned at the beginning, a way of confessing my sins. I know this entry has been long and for that I apologise but I felt it best to bring you up to speed as it were :)
Kaylee
xxx
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