Mr. Smooth, part II

It seems I've started something again. Mr. Smooth was even more smooth than I had expected. We got together for drinks again and the sparks were flying. Our quiet flirtations at work have been building up, I guess to this point of expression. Conversation was good -- we always had something to talk about, and it seems we've got other interests in common too; aside from the fierce sexual attraction, there could be other activities we may enjoy doing together. S's touch is so gentle, and natural. His touch feels so familiar, and (I know I've mentioned this before) his lips are beautifully suckable. His attentions to my body were all-encompassing. Fingers, hands roaming, grasping my knee under the bar; gliding up my leg, my thigh. His fingers found a barely visible spot of flesh where my shirt floated above the waistline of my jeans and before I knew what he was even up to, his lips & tongue found their way to my belly. I know we're going to have some fun times together.

That afternoon, S & I established our mutual attractions for one another... he asked briefly, "do you feel at all guilty about any of this?" I replied "Guilty? Why, do you?" With concurring "naw"s, he said "alright then. No more has to be said about that!" See, it's not just me... there are plenty of others who don't feel guilty for these types of actions. And I guess our whole lot are made for each other.

In my free moments, my mind wanders to S's gently gliding hands. His body movements are perfectly exquisite, free flowing and responsive to my own. He confessed that he's let his imagination run wild about me recently. I can definitely say the same. Can't wait to get back to work tomorrow.

On another note, M has been dropping major hints lately, and I've still been hesitant to respond engagingly. First off, the guy he works with is ALWAYS around, so it's very difficult for me to get M alone at all to talk to him 1 on 1. Secondly, it's been so long since allowing myself to hope for the time to get with him, that I think I may have convinced myself it never will happen. Perhaps I've let that distance toughen me a bit to his overtures. (Because I don't like being disappointed? And I don't like getting blue-balled?) But then again, all it would take is for M to corner me somewhere, kiss me like he did before and start grabbing at my body the way I know he loves to do, and seriously, I'd be right there all over again.

So, going to work is a whole lot of fun these days. I trust that S will maintain our undercover goings-ons, as M has. Funny though -- M gets jealous, playfully jealous. S says he doesn't get jealous. (Usually we say what's actually in reverse for real, right?) Whatever the case, everybody knows I'm married, so fuck jealousy. And of course they don't know about each other.

H and I are still planning on going to the swingers' party this Saturday. We'll have to discuss limits, he says. Absolutely. Limits. Comfort zones. He doesn't want any man to stick his dick in my pussy. I assumed that anyway. The last time we went, we didn't even take condoms, and I would never let anybody fuck me without a condom. He looked at me and joked "what about you? You don't even have any limits for me, do you? You really don't care if I go and do whatever the fuck I want." I said, "yeah, basically. I don't think I do have any limits for you." "Damn, you're such a slut."

That's me baby. Slut. Oh yeah, and yesterday, H & I had some absolutely wild sex, twice. I realize that I get horny everyday. I used to hold it back, reading his energy levels. Not anymore. When I want it, he's going to know about it, no matter what.