The Lay Over [still only a fantasy]

After months of emails, the occasional phone call, sharing fantasies and dreaming about being together, she arrives at Sky Harbor on her way to Denver. She has an hour before her connecting flight and I barely have much more before my alibi runs out. I meet her just outside security. She is vibrant and unlike her pictures, three dimensional. She beams with a smile that says at last! Walking briskly towards me. Her flowing skirt trailing through and around her legs, laying across her thighs in a way that displays her curves beautifully. Her blouse is light pink, form fitting as I requested, three buttons open at the top and a silver chain and pendant that leads my eyes to her cleavage in the moment before our first hug.

The hug is strong as I lift her off her feet and she clings to me like a soldier returning from the front. At last I am in contact with this woman with whom I have only exchanged words. Like an old friend there is no awkwardness. As the hug subsides to a firm grasp and our faces withdraw so that we can look into one another's eyes, it is only a moment before our first kiss begins and cascades into a slow, deep sharing of tongues and soft moans. Ended only by a shared awareness of our exuberant PDA, we break off and walk hand in hand through the moving walkways and expressway like terminal isles. Our destination is anywhere we can have some privacy. The clock is ticking.

Our conversation takes only a few minutes to do away with the how are yous and how was your flight. As we enter the alcove for the elevators she's clinging to my arm, whispering that she's already wet for me. The elevator is empty when we step in and as soon as the doors are closed we are kissing passionately, my hands pulling firmly at her waist, grinding her against me as my cock strains hard against the confines of my pleated dress pants. I cup one breasts in my hand and squeeze hard and her moans reverberate in my mouth. My other hand slips down over her ass and is gathering the fabric of her dress, lifting it up over her ass when the DING sounds and the elevator stops. Everything stops. We are just two average people standing in an elevator.

Suit cases in hand, a elderly couple shuffles in as we rush out into the parking garage. I intentionally parked along a far wall, and we grope each other as we walk and giggle and blurt out our overwhelming desires. When we arrive, I am pleased to find that two other large pick up trucks are parked on either side of mine. I backed into the space with a wall behind. I had envisioned us in the truck, clambering around as necessary to get to each other and accomplish what we had so long desired. But now, as we slipped between the vehicles and began kissing and groping with urgency, the confines of the passenger compartment just didn't seem to make sense. My hand once again found her breasts and our tongues danced while we panted and moaned. I pressed her against the neighbors truck and pulled my hips forward, grinding my straining cock into her thigh. Her hands held tight to the back of my head and neck as we kissed. In a moment my hands were both once again bunching up the fabric of her skirt, pulling it up to her waist. And I could feel her hands now, straining to undo my belt. As I took her ass in my hands and squeezed, lifting her panty, pulling it into her crotch and letting it go. I slid my fingers low, over her panty but under her ass until they were positioned over her perineum and the posterior reaches of her pussy. Sure enough the fabric of her panty was damp. Sure enough, this was as erotic as i had dreamed it would be.

With a hand on my chest she pushed me back and slipped out of my grasp, sinking into a squatting position in front of me. Completing the last steps necessary to drop my pants her fingers pulled the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs out and down and without even a pause to survey what was before her, she took my cock into her mouth. Her hands continued to work until everything was out of the way and then she gently caressed my balls while she bobbed her head over my shaft, taking me most of the way in and almost all the way out. I looked around, not seeing a soul, and fell into the rhythm she had started. I ran my finger through her hair, push my cock in and out and moaned. I watched her work, complimented her, and sometimes I grabbed her hair in tight fists, holding her still, and I fucked her mouth.

When I neared a peak from which i knew there would be no retreat, I tried to pull her back up and save the orgasm for later. But she grabbed my cock and squeezed it tight at the base, looked up at me and smiled. "There is no way I'm leaving without having your fucking cum in my mouth!" Those beautiful words were more than enough to encourage me, and as she took my cock back into her mouth I groaned and thrust it deep, exploding with an incredible wave. Nearly unable to stand, falling back against my truck, she devoured me. Stroking and suck and throating me to oblivion and back.

I pulled her to standing and the frenzy continued. My hands all over her now, she became as compliant as a rag doll. We moved around to the back of my truck and I dropped the tail gate. I lifted her skirt once more and lifted her onto the tailgate. She leaned back as i opened her legs and I admired the little white cotton panty she was wearing. It was damp, a true camel toe, clinging to her wet mound. I licked her inner thighs, slide my fingers over the wet fabric and covered it with my mouth tasting her. Then i pulled them aside and began to slowly enjoy her smooth folds and wet sweetness. She moaned softly and pressed herself to my mouth. She arched her back and her hips shook, almost vibrated as she squeaked out a restrained "oh my God!" biting her lower lips and clawing at my hair.

We realized time was not on our side and we had been lucky no one had passed by close enough to notice what was going on. I pulled her from the tail gate and we looked in each others eyes. "I want to fuck so bad" I said in a deep soft growl. "Fuck me hard" She replied in a demanding tone. Then i grabbed her hair and turned her around. She put her hands on the truck and bent over as i lifted her skirt and slipped my fingers through her soft wet lips and up through the crack of her ass. Without any gentle probing or slowly slipping in a little at i time, I buried myself in her. I held her tight as I paused deep within her, throbbing. She whimpered in a high pitch, came instantly and then bent over slightly more and pushed back against me. "Oh God" She whispered aloud. I held her waist with both hands now and penetrated her with long deep thrusts. Growing faster as she moaned and chirped. She pressed back against me, never pulling away from my pounding. She was so wet. She reached down between her legs and spread her wetness all over my balls as I drove into her, my orgasm building. Nearing the final blows, I grabbed her hair and pulled her up towards me, a hand around her and up under her blouse. Her bra pushes askew, I took a full hard grasp of her bare breast. I humped her now. There was no love making. There was no thought of pleasing her now. I was an animal, fucking only to get myself off. This was where she wanted to take me. This was the height to which we both hoped to reach. I came hard, deep inside her, groaning and clawing at her as she whimpered and trembled through her own orgasms.

In a minute we were both dressed, nodding hello to a family dragging a luggage carrier by and pushing a stroller. Her flight leaves in 18 minutes. The "A" group has boarded and by the time she gets there it will be final boarding. We kiss. We promise to write. We parted at security. I wash up in an airport rest room and glance in the bed of my truck as I put my tailgate up. It is a good thing I noticed her panties.

Craigslist. It's like a bad fishing spot.

I think it is interesting to read about all these people who make casual hook ups on Craigslist. My experience with CL has mostly been frustration from fake responses and gay men. I think gay men have overtaken CL like they took over some of the original social networking sites of the late 90s. I have had a little success from CL, but I'd be really interested to find a better place to pursue my secret encounter. Craigslist reminds me of fishing, and worse yet, fishing in a really ad spot. Lots of weeds, some bites but nothing worth keeping.

So how do people do it. I am quite sure it is easier in some ways for women than it is for men, although women have to not only weed through all the spam, but also through numerous real responses from the plethora of men looking to get laid. Although the blogosphere speaks otherwise, it would appear that there are very few women looking for casual sex on CL. Almost every ad supposedly place by a female on CL appears to be fake and results in some kind of response asking for something strange. "Go to my website," "join this dating service", "chat with me on AOL at this address..." So what do women do? Hang out in bars? Well, I know what women do. They simply wait and one of us guys will eventually say something, do something or simply stumble into their web, unaware. Women don't have to advertise because men view every woman as an advertisement. "Look at that ass" and "check out that rack," it is all advertising. The question is, when is it advertising some sort of availability and when is it advertising just "look at me (but don't touch)."

I'm not the most courageous man when it comes to women. And now, being married and with much to lose, I would be foolish to just outwardly hit on a woman in my own community. So I am searching for how all these people I am reading about meet. Maybe they are all full of shit and just write fictitious blogs about dreamed up encounters, but maybe not. Im sure some are real. I'm probably not in the right "world" for the life some of these bloggers write about. While I do live in a city of 2 Million, I am not out on the town in the evening or on the weekends, but prefer to stay home, swim in my own pool, cook and eat good food, hang out in my hot tub, and explore the deserts and mountains far from the quad trails and camp sites. I'm not into money, don't watch TV, don't care for movies, I don't even have an iPod. I guess all this really shrinks my playing field.

I do have some things going for me, but I fear they are not things that many women care about when they think about infidelity or getting laid. I'm a nice guy. Aside from my desire to slip outside my marriage, I am for the most part an honest and reliable "scumbag." I'm easy going, good looking, open minded, and funny. I care about people, the environment and social justice. Most of all I like to make people happy, and that is one of my desires in seeking out an affair. I want to pleasure a woman. I want to be with someone with whom i can bestow great erotic pleasures. Someone who wants to explore and take me places my wife would never go. I want to role play (although I have a feeling it will not live up to my fantasies), talk dirty, maybe explore a little anal play and dominant roles. I want to be with a woman who is vocal and lets her pleasure be heard.

I know CL gets a lot more attention than my Blog so perhaps I should keep posting there, but I am hoping that the quality of the visitors to my blog will be significantly higher. Slowly I will build up a following. Some how. Responding to other blogs, joining them, spray painting my blog address on city buses.

This is how I want to remember it.

I watched you slowly undress, exposing yourself to me. As I grow aroused, watching you lay back in that comfortable chair, you start to gently run your fingers down your inner thighs and up through your shaved smooth crotch, your fingers grazing your lips and slipping between them. I watch in a trance while my cock hardens. Unconsciously I stroke it slowly as I anticipate what you will feel like. We simply touch ourselves, but feel as though we are being touched by the other. I watch your finger rub circles over the anterior folds of your labia, then slip down inside and deep until stopped by your palm against you pubic mound. I lick my lips when I notice your nipples have hardened. I can see a sweet glistening and a softness that makes my mouth water. I listen to your breath and hear soft sounds. Moans make me hard and whimpers make me crazy. Precum lubricates my slow stroke and I have to take my hands away to keep from cumming.

I want to touch you now, equally as gently. I want to bring you to orgasm with only my fingers as you lie there with your legs open for me to explore. I barely touch and then lightly rub where your fingers had just been. Does it feel different than it did when it was you? I spread your lips with the fingers of one hand and circle your clit with the other. Slow little circles like spreading glue. Without putting a finger inside you I'd tease and touch and rub and tap. I drip my saliva down on your pussy and watch it mix into the shine. I listen for clues. I watch for signs. I accelerate and slow down. I bring you to an earth shattering orgasm. One that I can not only hear in your moans, or see on your face, but feel within your thighs and watch flow from your folds.

Then I taste you. Like maple sugar candy, warm and melting on my tongue, turning to a sweet slippery pleasure. And you feel me take over your body from the inside. Deep within you. Reaching, thrusting as far as I can go. And when I have had my fill, I will wear you, like a glove. Tight and warm around me. And we will not know where our bodies end and the other's begins. For this I want to let you guide me. I want to look up and watch your mouth as you catch your breath and lose it again. I want to feel the curvature of your breasts change a they bounce. Let me sip from them and pull from them with my lips as if nursing. Press them into my face while you grind.

I think you will know it when it is close. You will feel deep within you a change in the form as I solidify from a firmness to strength. You will see it approach in my chest and arms, and feel it through my mouth and breath. Will you ride this wave and let it crash beneath you? Violent and loud in its crescendo and then almost as suddenly quietly receding.

Our marriage counsellor and my therapist.

It is a wonderful irony or a twisted fucking joke that both my marriage counsellor, that I see with my wife, and my personal therapist, are extremely hot sexy women!

My marriage counsellor is a lovely woman in her early 30's. With auburn hair and a nice figure She usually wears rather conservative clothing, but I can smell nice legs and lovely breats. She has great lips, which is really nice because I can stare at them while she talks to us. Her voice is wonderful and I often wonder what she sounds like when she cums. She's the type you fuck in a nicely made bed with clean sheets and soft light. I'd move slow with her, savoring every inch. She'd get hours of licking and sucking. Fucking her would be slow and deep, starting from behind in a spooning position and progressing through doggie style and me on top and ending with her on top, my favorite. As much as I want to cum on those lovely lips, I think her on top of me would be irresistable. Watching her move slowly up and down (like my wife enjoys doing) holding her breasts in my hands, her hair falling down around them. God I can't wait for another session!

My therapist was recomended by our marriage counsellor and shares the same building. In my fantasy mind I wonder if they have ever gotten together to exchange more than patient information. They could make a lot more money, together, in the porn business and have fewer student loans. And the only screaming and yelling they would have to put up with, would be their own ;)

Anyways, my therapist is a perfect blond bombshell. How can this be? This is the stuff bad movies are made of or at the very least, good fantasies. She even went to the same college I went to, just a few years later. Wow! The things that could have been if... (if anyone is looking for a name for a blog, there's a good one!). She's about 5'6, thin, nice hips, C breasts, long blond hair. She's maybe 120 lbs. Best of all, she wears clothes that show off her figure. In our introduction she told me that, for privacy sake, if she ran into me in the supermarket, she would pretend not to know me, and to forgive her if she is rude. God that is PERFECT! LOL. Can I get a similar arrangement with my first affair? She strikes me as the naughtier of the two (though you never can tell, can you?) I think she's the type that just might push me to the wall, drop down to her knees and eagerly take my cock out, sucking it before it is even hard. She'd like her hair pulled and firm hands directing her positioning. She's be great on the couch in her office or in a parking lot. I think with all her education, she could role play like no other!

I'm a bad man.

What's with Ashley Madison

I see this site mentioned a lot and forgive my ignorance, but how in the hell does one have an affair using a site like this. They claim all rights to your material, including your picture, and reserve the right to use your material as they wish. So your picture could end up in a lot of places. Who would put a face shot on such a site if they were trying to be discreet. And then they charge a (Large) fee for their services. Would I not be holding up a sign for my wife if I went out and used my credit card for this site. Or wrote a check. Aren't affairs supposed be done secretly and aren't you supposed to leave no trial.

I don't even know how people get away with text messaging and sending pictures back and forth on their phones. Can you say Tiger Woods? Secret and maybe even anonymous email seems the only safe way to communicate, and even then you better clean you cashes, cookies and temporary internet files. Thank God for the incognito window in Google's browser.

Call me a novice and an inexperienced, likely to someday be a cheating husband. But some of this seems like we might as well slap the Idiots Guide to Having an Affair on the coffee table while we tell our spouses that we love them and they are the only one for us.

Now the site might work great, once you have secretly set up your own bank account, found a place to hide that checkbook or credit card and explained why your paycheck is short every month or so. I want it to work, because Craigslist is useless!!!

I want to hear from anyone that is married and uses the site for their secret affairs. How do you do it? Any luck? Really!?!?

To whom it may concern...

Show me your desire by pushing your ass out as you bend over, moving your hips back and forth slightly, slowly, drawing me in. Feel my firm hands as they move from your breasts, down your sides and over your ass as you present it for me. Feel my strong grasp as I open your ass cheeks, spreading and admiring you. Softy touching you. Slipping finger deep between your legs, over your moist lips and into their folds, then up and over your ass. Sliding my cock into those lips as my fingers touch and press and circle your anus. Pulling out of you to go down and lick you from front to back and press my tongue deep into your lips and then gently circle your anus. All the while my fingers spreading you wide, massaging and manipulating. Then I'm back up to push my cock into your pussy once more and now to penetrate your ass with a finger. In and out with both until you are moaning and moving with each thrust. Pulling out once again and now pressing my cock to your anus. The size difference makes you tense and whimper, but I push it in until my head is buried inside you and there I stop and breath and groan as you tighten and relax around my cock head. I reach around you and caress your breasts, moaning from the sensations I feel even without moving inside you. Taking my time, I massage them as I love to do. Squeezing, lifting and rolling your nipples in my fingers. Pulling on them. I slide a hand down over your pubic mound and with two fingers i press gently and rub in a circular motion over your clit. You arch your back and move your hips and moan, every movement resulting in my cock moving further into your ass. I rub your clit harder and you take my wrist in your hand moving with me and then as you moan more, trying to pull my hand away. I stay on your clit, rubbing feverishly as you groan and struggle against me. Then I slide off your clit and slip my middle and ring fingers deep into your pussy. I can feel my cock in your ass. As you pull on my wrist, you only serve to pull my fingers against the anterior wall of your pussy and increase the amount of motion on my cock. I groan as I feel my impending orgasm. Your sounds taking me there at an accelerated rate. the tightness of your ass making every surge of the orgasm much more intense. My cum deep inside you changing the sensation even more, adding to the lubrication and ease with which I move within you. I do not think i would remain gentle. Instead as the orgasm neared and exploded, my actions would be firm, even rough. My fingering of your cunt would be hard and fast with a lot of pressure on your pubic mound and no letting up as you pull at my wrist and scream out. I wonder where I would take you and what it would sound like. I wonder how wet it would all become. I want this. I want you!

About time I got started!

I guess it is time I stop thinking about it and just start this blog. I was happy to discover a whole plethora of existing blogs that attempt to do exactly what I want to do here. Express myself, my desires and fantasies that I otherwise have no other outlet for. AND that most of those around me would think vulgar, disrespectful to women, sexist, dirty, inappropriate, a sin, wrong, weird and a whole host of other negative judgments. Well fuck that! Here they are!

And, if all goes well, I may find others to converse with, share secrets with, and maybe with a select few, someday meet.

I'm not a "blogger". Don't expect to see a new 1000 word post every day with a picture and at least one link. I'll post when the desire strikes and the wife is not home. I am a social being, and will enjoy comments and contributions. I'll start reading other's blogs and connecting to them.

I'm here, like so many others, out of boredom, curiosity and a lack of passion in my marriage. I want to go beyond my marriage to find some things I am quite sure will never exist within it. I don't intend to leave the marriage, though I have considered it and likely will again. I believe one should be able to share their dreams and fantasies and not be judged. I hope I can live out some of these dreams and fantasies, outside of my marriage. I believe (and will probably hear much to the contrary) this can be bring greater happiness and even improve my marriage.

So here goes. My first secret blog....