Margaritas & My Sexy Man – part 6

Hubby was supposed to be home this afternoon, but his flight was cancelled due to fog. He managed to get another flight out, but he won’t be here until almost midnight, so while I’m waiting for him to get home I thought I’d continue my Sexy Man saga…

After my last encounter with Sexy Man, I really didn’t think I would hear from him again. I thought about him several times over the course of the next week, and wondered if he would be coming out that weekend. I wasn’t about to call him though. I had decided if he wanted to see me again, the next move would have to be up to him. Well, the week came and went, and I didn’t hear from him. I went out that weekend as usual, but he was nowhere to be seen. I concluded that he was no longer interested, and I wasn’t about to go chasing after him, so I let it go. I will admit I was very disappointed, but I chalked it up to a one night stand that took two full weeks to play out from beginning to end.

When Monday rolls around again, I get back to living my life and trying to forget about Sexy Man. Then on Monday afternoon, my cell phone rings, and lo and behold it’s him wanting to know what I’m doing tomorrow afternoon around lunchtime. He wants to take me to lunch. Once again, I am surprised, albeit pleasantly so. I agree to meet him the next day.

The following day I met Sexy Man at a little bar & grill kind of place that is near our watering hole. We met out in the parking lot, and when we got inside, he chose a place to sit that was in a cozy little corner where we would have some privacy. It was good to see him again. Even better was getting a chance to see him in the daylight, lol – up to this point, we had only ever gotten together at night.

For the next two hours, Sexy Man and I sat there talking and laughing, and just enjoying our time together. We never discussed our last evening out. It was almost like it never happened. And except for while we were eating, we actually held hands across the table almost the entire time we were together. Then he tells me that he really enjoys spending time with me, and asks me if we might do it again soon. This felt wonderful to me. There was nothing sexual about it. It was just two people spending time together, getting to know one another, and I really enjoyed it, so I told him that I would enjoy getting together with him again like this.

When it was time to leave, we are standing out in the parking lot saying goodbye, and Sexy Man asks if I would mind if we sit in my car for a few minutes together before we go. I had no problem with it, so we get into the car and continue talking for a few more minutes, when he leans over and kisses me. Suddenly we are having an afternoon make-out session in my car. Very yummy!

It is fairly clear to me at this point that Sexy Man and I have a strong chemistry together. Not only do we get along really well and have a lot of common interests, but when it comes down to it, we have a hard time keeping our hands and lips off of each other, with kissing fast becoming our favorite past-time.

Finally, Sexy Man says he needs to get home, and he gets out of the car with the promise that he will call me again soon. We say goodbye, and I go home with another one of those stupid smiles on my face.

The very next day, sometime around mid-morning, I get another call from Sexy Man wanting to know what I had planned for the day. I told him I had just gotten out of the shower and really hadn’t made any plans yet. He asks me if I’m alone, and wants to know if he can stop by for a few minutes. Once again pleasantly surprised, I said sure, but that I wasn’t dressed yet, and to please give me a few minutes to dry my hair and at least throw my make-up on. He says no problem, and twenty minutes later he’s knocking on my door.

In those twenty minutes, I had managed to dry my hair and put my make-up on, but I hadn’t gotten dressed yet. When he knocked on the door I was still in my robe. After the lunch we shared the day before, and the excitement of him coming over to the house that day, I started to get a little more than horny. I decided to skip scrambling to get into my clothes before opening the door, thinking I would surprise him and open the door with just my robe on. Now, just to give you an idea, this was no pink fuzzy bath robe. It was an expensive silky short robe, so it was ideal for this particular moment in time. :)

As I opened the door to let him in, my robe fell open, giving him a full view of me standing there in all my glory. With a look of surprise, and a smile on his face, he grabbed me and started kissing me on the spot. We stood there for a few minutes kissing, and then I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. I was about to get my second chance to make things right after that last night we were together.

When we got into my bedroom, he wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me again. We just stood there in the bedroom doorway kissing, and I started to shake. I don’t know if I was nervous, or cold because of my lack of clothing, or if I was just that excited, but I couldn’t help myself. Then I noticed that he was shaking too. We laughed at this together, and concluded that it was okay, and we hugged each other. For what seemed like the longest time, Sexy Man just held me as we stood there. Then I looked up at him, and started kissing him again, while at the same time, I began to undress him. Finally, he slid my robe off, and we lay down on the bed.

For the next three hours, Sexy Man and I proceeded to truly enjoy the most amazing, intimate, sexy, hot and fantastic sex I have ever experienced. It was slow and passionate, hot and sweaty, with every moment filled with pleasure. There were moments where he had me shaking so bad from the pleasure of it that I thought I was going to pass out. The orgasms I had came on wave after wave, and it seemed like they went on forever. We couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. If he wasn’t going down on me, I was going down on him. For the longest time it was nothing but oral sex while we explored every single inch of each other’s bodies. I loved every minute of it!

Sexy Man is the first man I have ever been with that got as much pleasure from oral sex as I do. Most men I have been with not only don’t have the patience for long oral sex sessions, but they can rarely hold out so long before they simply can’t wait any longer to get their rocks off. With Sexy Man, I don’t know how he does it. He was hard as a rock, yet he held off for the longest time before we actually had intercourse that day. And even after all the pleasure I had received from him up to that point, he continued go slow and work me into yet another orgasm before he allowed himself the pleasure of his own.

When I finally slid my hot wet juices down on him, just the moan that came out of his mouth almost made me orgasm again. And the sensation of actually feeling him fill me with his rock hard rod took me over the top. Within minutes, I had yet another orgasm. Finally, I was spent, and he knew it. Then he laid me on my back and went to town until he finally shot his load inside me, which was a treat all its own. I can’t really explain it. I was so sensitive from the whole ordeal that I felt every delicious pulsing drop fill me, as it oozed out and dripped down my ass.

Afterwards, we lay there in silence, exhausted in a wonderful sort of way. Eventually Sexy Man said he needed to get going, so he got up and got dressed. As I walked him to the door, he gave me another kiss and that sexy man smile of his and we said our goodbyes. After he left, again with the promise that he would call me soon, I decided to lay down and I fell asleep. It was the best nap I’ve ever had! lol And for the next few days, I walked around with a pleasurable pain between my legs that reminded me of our afternoon delight.

I do believe we both made up for our previous sexual encounter.

To be continued…

The Missing Margaritas – part 5

Today I am having a bad day. Not bad in the sense of things going wrong for me today, but bad in the sense that I’m hurting both physically and emotionally.

I finally had my surgery on Tuesday. Thank the Goddess that’s over. Tuesday was kind of a blur, which is probably a good thing. No one exactly relishes the thought of remembering going through a surgical procedure. I only hope this will be the last of it. I don’t think I can take anymore of hospitals or doctors right now. On the pain scale, I’m a hurtin’ pup. I feel like someone hit me with a sledgehammer between my legs. Walking hurts – sitting hurts – lying down hurts. It is “painfully” obvious that the doctor got brutal while performing this surgery. Thank goodness for Vicodin - at least the pain meds manage to dull the pain. The good news is that I’m not hurting as bad as I was from the last surgery, so hopefully I’ll be up and moving around much sooner than last time. At least, I hope so. I can’t afford to miss anymore work.

Emotionally I am a mess today also. Along with being sick and tired of dealing with doctors and hospitals, I am also sick and tired of feeling this empty hole in my heart. It is like a dull ache that never leaves me, and it creates a never-ending struggle to fight back tears. I hate feeling like this. All I want right now is for someone to put their arms around me and hold me, but here I sit, completely alone, with no one in the house but me and my critters. Hubby will be coming home tomorrow after being gone for six weeks, so I am really looking forward to not being alone in the house anymore.

Given my mood today, I thought it might do me some good to walk down memory lane again and share some more of my tales about Sexy Man. When I think about my time with him it makes me smile and puts me in a good mood. Unfortunately I can’t have any margaritas tonight because of the pain killers, hence the title, “The Missing Margaritas”, but I won’t let that stop me. I need to smile.

So where was I? I think we were heading towards “date #2” with Sexy Man…

I don’t remember too much of the following week after seeing Sexy Man. I do remember being very excited at the thought of getting to see him again, as well as the incredible desire to want to finish what we had started. I also remember him calling me one day during that week to discuss our next “get together”, which was going to be that Friday night. During our conversation he mentioned that one of the guys from work had his mom coming in for a visit, and that she would be out with the gang that night also. Apparently there had been some joking and arranging through the guys at work that Sexy Man was supposed to keep this guy’s mom company when we all went out, and that he was going to have to dance with her that night. In other words, he was supposed to keep her entertained. Sexy Man also mentioned that we (he and I) would have to play it very low key that night, so as not to give any indication that we were actually seeing each other. Basically, Sexy Man was very concerned about our mutual friends, particularly the guys from work, discovering our little secret, so discretion was of the utmost priority. I agreed. The last thing either of us wanted was to cause any problems for the other.

Friday night finally arrived, and as before, I took great care in getting ready that night. I wanted to look my best for Sexy Man, as expectations of the night to come danced around in my mind. When I got to the watering hole that night, I looked for Sexy Man’s car outside in the parking lot. He hadn’t arrived yet, which was a little disappointing, but I went inside with hopes that it wouldn’t be long before he got there. I got my drink and eagerly awaited his arrival.

On the nights I went out, I liked to try to get there right when the drink specials start – I don’t want to miss a minute of the drink specials! lol At 50 cents a drink, you can get pretty loaded during three hours worth of drink specials, which is one of the reasons we chose this watering hole as our gathering place. ;) As I’m sitting there having my .50 cent drink of Jack ‘n Coke, slowly but surely everyone starts arriving. After about a half hour or so, Sexy Man also shows up.

When I saw Sexy Man that night, I got very excited, as you can probably imagine. I couldn’t wait for a hug just so that I could feel him pressed against me again. *grins* I’m sitting there watching him, trying not to be obvious about it, as he says his hello’s to everyone. He was slowly making his way towards me, giving hugs or hand shakes to everyone in his path, when he stops and says he’s going to go to the bar to get his drink. I remember thinking to myself, what’s up with that? No hello for me?? I continued to sit there waiting patiently.

When Sexy Man returns with his drink, he stops to talk to one of the guys he knows from work. He glanced in my direction, and I gave him a small wave to say hi, and he gives me a faint smile then continues talking with his buddy. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, “you better get your ass over here and at least say hello to me.” Finally he starts making his way in my direction again, but once again he stops before he gets to me. Okay, I’ve been patient enough. I was starting to think he was going to ignore me. Then, when he looks at me again, I announced rather loudly, “Don’t I get a hug hello?”, as I stretch my arms out to get a hug. With that, he FINALLY walks up to me, scoops me in his arms and gives me a big hug. It’s about time!

Now I know that he wanted to be discrete that night, but we had been partying together for over a year, and we ALWAYS said hello with hug. Why should that change now? I would have thought it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but apparently I was wrong.

After the hug hello, he went about his business of being discrete again. Sexy Man was on my mind in a big way, and I really wanted to sit with him and talk, but given his lack of enthusiasm to say hello to me, I thought it would be better if I let him do what he felt was best in this circumstance, so I left him alone. Although, to be honest, I was starting to get a bad vibe, thinking there might be more to this distance than just the need for discretion.

I had brought my camera with me that night, because everyone we knew was going to be there. Initially I had forgotten I had it with me, but eventually I remembered it, and pulled it out to start taking some pictures. As luck would have it, I took about 3 or 4 pictures when my camera batteries decided to die on me. In need of a ride to the store to get more batteries, I walked up to Sexy Man and asked him if he would mind running me to the store. Of course, I was also hoping for a little one on one time with him too, so this was the perfect excuse to get him alone. He agreed to take me to the store, and we left.

Given the whole hug incident, I was a little leery of making any attempts at physical contact with Sexy Man that evening. When we left to go to the store, I tried to be as nonchalant as I could about the whole thing, because I didn’t want him to know I was disappointed. Well, when we walked outside, he actually put his arm around me and kissed me, which I was totally not expecting. I was happy about it, but surprised too. Then we drove to the store, but not a whole lot was said aside from casual conversation. Meanwhile, I’m wishing he would kiss me again.

While we were in the store walking around looking for batteries, the casual conversation continued. Once or twice he actually touched me, like he was just letting me know he was there. But then we turned a corner, going into an aisle that was empty, and he practically body-slammed me against a column, pressing his body against me like he wanted to get inside of me in a bad way, and he proceeded to kiss me hard and passionately. It was the kind of kiss that said I want you, and I want you now! But before I knew what hit me, the kiss was over, and he was walking away from me like nothing ever happened. Whoa! If you have never experienced that kind of spontaneous passion, let me just tell you, it’s FABULOUS! It set my whole body on fire in a matter of seconds!

A little flushed and dazed by the kiss, I caught up to Sexy Man and asked him what that was all about. He grabbed my hand and smiled his sexy smile at me, then said we needed to be careful incase we ran into anyone we knew. Then he let go of my hand, and wouldn’t you know it, at that moment someone he knew walked into the store. Timing, right? It’s all about timing. As Sexy Man walks over to the guy to say hello, I found the batteries I was looking for. I paid for them, and met him at the door. On the way to the car, I told him what a difficult night it was going to be having to keep my hands to myself, and then we got in the car, he kissed me again, and we headed back to the bar.

When we got back to the watering hole, we also went back to being discrete. It really turned out to be a hard night for me. I wanted so bad to spend time with him, but we barely said two words to each other all night. The one time all night that I did manage to spend a few minutes with him, we also managed to get one picture taken of us together. I really didn’t understand his need to be as distant as he was being. For anyone who really knew us, people might have thought Sexy Man and I were mad at each other or something, because we always hung out together talking when were out. Now we were acting like we barely knew each other. As the night wore on, that bad vibe came back again, and I started to wonder if maybe he really wasn’t all that interested anymore.

For the rest of the night I watched Sexy Man talking and dancing with his co-worker’s mom, while I tried to have a good time myself enjoying my time with the rest of my friends, trying to patient for the night to be over when I might actually get to spend some quality time with him. But as the night progressed, instead I started to get the impression that he was very into his co-worker’s mom, and that I had suddenly become old news. I hate to admit it, but I was jealous. He pretty much danced with her, and her alone, all night, and I hadn’t gotten to dance with him even once. Then “Amarillo by Morning” started playing, which is one of my all time favorite George Strait songs. When the song came on, I noticed Sexy Man was alone for the moment, so I walked up to him and grabbed his hand to start heading towards the dance floor with him, when out of nowhere comes “Mom”. She grabbed his other hand and said, “I love this song – let’s dance!”, and she proceeded to pull him out on the dance floor. Well, I must have had quite the look on my face, because she stopped and looked at me and said, “I’m sorry. Do you mind?” What was I going to say, “Yes I mind. I want to screw this man’s brains out and you can’t have him”? I’m sure that would have gone over really well. Instead, I said that I didn’t mind, and I watched them go out to the dance floor.

I don’t know why this affected me like it did. Up to this point, what Sexy Man and I had was pretty much just a “party-buddy” friendship which had turned into a sexual desire for each other. But while I watched them out on the dance floor, I actually started to cry. Then the song was over, and as I watched the two of them head back to our table, I dried my eyes and decided that it was probably over before it really got started. He had found his “date” for the night, and it wasn’t me, so I might as well get over it. For the remainder of the night, I tried to put Sexy Man out of my mind.

When the night was over, I grabbed my cell phone to call a cab. At that moment, Sexy Man walks up to me, touches my arm and asks me if I’m okay. I told him I was fine, and that I was just calling a cab to go home. He closes my cell phone and says he will give me a ride home. I said thank you, but that it was okay, I can just call a cab, and he tells me not to be silly. I’m not really in the mood to argue, so I accept the ride, at the same time wondering where “mom” was. Apparently she had left with her son, which surprised me as well as confused me.

As we are driving to my house, Sexy Man starts telling me what a terrible dancer “mom” was. I didn’t really comment, just letting him ramble about his evening. At that point, I wasn’t really interested in hearing about his evening. I just wanted to go home. I’m not acting bitchy or anything like that, but I had pretty much concluded that any physical contact we had that night was going to be the last of it given his actions (or lack thereof) that evening. In my mind, he was just being the gentleman that he was by giving me a ride home, because he hadn’t so much as touched me since we left the watering hole, let alone given me any indication that the passionate kiss we had shared at the store earlier that night was going to lead to anything else. I sat there quietly in his car, listening to him talk, but not really paying much attention to what he was saying. I was just watching the streets roll by as we got closer to my house.

Well, this night is just full of surprises, because Sexy Man passed right by my street. At first I thought he had missed the turn off, maybe forgetting how to get to my house. I said, “You missed the turn, just make a left h-e-r-e” as he passes yet another street. He’d pretty much stopped talking now. Then, about 6 blocks later, he makes a left, and pulls in behind some quick oil change place.

Now I am really surprised and confused again. I asked him what we were doing there, and he says, “I’ve been thinking about you all night.” I’m thinking, “You could have fooled me”, but I didn’t say anything. Then he puts in an Eagles CD.

[One of the first things Sexy Man and I ever realized we have in common is our love of the musical group, The Eagles, which is our favorite group.]

We sat there listening to The Eagles for a few minutes, and Sexy Man grabs my hand, holding it and stroking it with a serious look on his face. Then tenderly he touches my face and pulls me to him to kiss me. You have to know by now that this mans kisses make me melt, and as frustrated as I was about how the whole evening had gone down, each kiss made me forget that frustration a little more.

The mood was suddenly very intimate. I was also raining that night, which also had an impact on the mood. Then the song “New York Minute” comes on and Sexy Man pulls back to listen to the song. With his eyes closed, he starts singing with the CD, then stops and looks outside for a second, and he comments on how much he really loves the rain. I know this might sound corny to some people, but in that moment, I felt like I caught a glimpse into his soul. Something about the way he said it and the look in his eyes…

This was turning out to be a very a strange night for me, with a full range of emotions being felt on a personal level, not to mention Sexy Man’s inconsistent and unpredictable behavior. When the song was over, Sexy Man reaches for me, telling me that he wants me. Suddenly he is all over me, kissing me passionately again, with his hands almost in a frenzy trying to get my pants off. It didn’t take long for that fire to start burning within me again, and I’m equally grabbing and pulling at his pants trying to remove them at the same time. We happened to be in Wifey’s van that night, instead of his car, and Sexy Man gets up and starts heading to the back of the van, stretching out his hand for me to follow.

When I got to the back of the van, all I could think of at the time was that I really needed to feel this man inside me. He and I had two encounters so far that still hadn’t led to his own release, and all I wanted was for him to screw my brains out at that point. I am guessing that he felt the same, because he laid me on the seat on my back and proceeded to do just that. I have no idea how long we were there. I know it was a while. Sexy Man has great stamina. Good thing too, because all I kept thinking was, “please don’t stop!” It was, for all intents and purposes, a good ol’ fashioned screwing. There was no foreplay except for the few minutes in the front seat – but then, we had already had enough of that before hand given our last two times together, so when all is said and done, we simply wanted to get down to the business of sex, and I wasn’t complaining.

When it was all over and both of us are all hot, sweaty, and pleasantly exhausted, Sexy Man is still laying on top of me, and I hear him say the damnedest thing. As he’s climbing off of me, he says, “I didn’t think it was going to be like that.” Huh? I didn’t know what to say. To this day, I still don’t know what he meant by that. Was he disappointed? Or was he surprised at how hard core it was? Did he have something else in mind, and things didn’t work out like he had planned? I don’t know. Given the look on his face, I got the impression that he was disappointed. I wish I had asked him then and there what he meant by it.

Needless to say, my ego felt like it had just been shot down in the worst way. Then, to add insult to injury, as we’re climbing into the front seat to leave, I hit my head on the light fixture on the ceiling of the van, which left a goose-egg size lump on my head that hurt for a week. To this day, I swear that was Wifey hitting me on the head, getting back at me for screwing her husband in her van. I suppose it was a fitting ending to that night, given the course of events.

After Sexy Man dropped me off that night, I really didn’t think I would hear from him again. I went to bed that night confused about everything that happened. Mostly, I was disappointed that I might have disappointed him and I vowed that, given the chance, the next time we were together it would be different – much different.

To be continued…

Margaritas & Memories - part 4

I have to tell you, it feels good to remember my times in Texas – especially my last year there, and specifically my time with Sexy Man. It is like much needed therapy for me. For well over a year now I have been experiencing severe depression. Remembering the good times has brought me a moment of happiness.

My life and my way of thinking have changed drastically over the last two years, which you will come to understand if you continue reading my blog. I have been trying to decide if those changes are of the good variety, or the bad.

On the one hand, I keep telling myself they have been good changes, because they blessed me with some of the happiest moments of my life to date. On the other hand, it has created a great deal of sadness when it comes to my marriage, because I am no longer happy or content with my life the way it is anymore. The separation from Hubby, and the time spent with Sexy Man during that separation, really opened my eyes to what I want for my life. But we don’t always get what we want, and trying to determine what is fair anymore has created a serious dilemma in my life.

I am hoping by sharing all these life changing events, it will help me to make some sense of my life and maybe help me to determine where I go from here. Hell, I don’t even know if anyone is really reading these posts, so for all I know, I’m just talking to myself. Even still, somehow I feel that sharing these experiences, whether someone else is reading about them or not, is helping me to validate them simply because I am placing them in public access.

Maybe one day I will get my life figured out. Hopefully that day will be soon, because I can’t take much more of my life the way it is. In the meantime, I will keep sharing my memories and my frustrations, and trying to sort things out. Goodness knows this form of therapy is far cheaper than seeing a psychiatrist. The only question is: will it help?

Pour me another margarita!

As you have probably surmised, my first intimate encounter with Sexy Man knocked my socks off. For the next few days afterwards, I walked around with a stupid smile on my face! It was probably a good thing that I spent so much time alone at home, because I would have been hard-put to have to explain it to anyone.

For starters, Hubby and I have always kept our extracurricular partner’s away from the eyes and ears of our son, for obvious reasons. Where Roomy was concerned, he worked with Sexy Man, and sharing our encounter could have its definite drawbacks on the job. Plus, I was just so happy after months of being unhappy, and didn’t want to share it with anyone else – I wanted to revel in the excitement of it without anyone else’s interference. Under normal circumstances, I would have run straight to Hubby and told him all about it. Then he and I would have had one of our own intimate encounters. But things with Hubby were not normal anymore. I had this feeling that telling Hubby would only kill my emotional high, so I kept it to myself for the time being, with the intention of eventually letting him in on it.

Around the middle of the week following my encounter with Sexy Man, I started wondering when I was going to see him again. The weekend was coming up, so I decided to call him to see if he would be going to the watering hole one night over the weekend. I had never called him before – it was usually the guys that called each other to arrange our nights out, so I felt a little awkward about it. He was married too, after all, and I had no idea how his wife would feel about another woman calling him. But my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to try calling him around the time he would be getting off of work, with the hope that Wifey wouldn’t be around.

[Sexy Man and I have a common interest in karaoke. Several months prior to our encounter he had given me his cell phone number. He told me if I ever wanted company at karaoke to give him a call since Hubby really didn’t like to go to karaoke. Being uncomfortable about the whole marriage issue, I never called him. If I knew then what I know now…all that time wasted *sighs* Ironically enough, Sexy Man and I still have never been to karaoke together. Strange, but true.]

When Sexy Man answered the phone that day, I began to feel all the excitement of our last evening together welling up inside me. Of course I wondered if he had thought about me since that night, but I didn’t ask. I was trying to be all cool, calm, and collected, hoping I didn’t come across as some overly eager school girl. In a voice as calm as you please, I said Hi, told him what a good time I had the other night, and asked him if he had plans to go out that weekend. He said he enjoyed himself also, and asked when I planned on going out, then told me he would meet me there. It was a short conversation, but when we hung up I was so excited I could have had an orgasm on the spot!

For the next few days I bounced around the house doing all my homebound duties, until the time came for me to start getting ready to go out that Saturday night. It is amazing the things one will do when they are preparing for an evening with the hopes of attracting and impressing a certain someone. I went out that day and got a pedicure and my nails done. I gave myself a facial, shaved my leg and other intimate areas, making sure things were baby smooth (as opposed to the usual quick swipes with the razor). I spent time on my make-up and hair, and laid out my clothes ever so carefully, meticulously choosing my jewelry, making sure everything was perfect.

About a half hour before it was time to go, I called a cab for a pick-up (which I was in the habit of doing now, because I refuse to drink and drive). While I was waiting for the cab, I headed back to the mirror to take one more look to make sure everything was in place, and while I was standing there, it hit me. What was I doing?? It was like I had gotten ready for a date. I’m not supposed to be dating. I’m already married. Then the doubts started kicking in. That one evening we spent together was fabulous! But suddenly it felt very taboo, like I was doing something I shouldn’t be doing, and if I went any further, I was going to be asking for trouble. In that moment, I decided to call the cab company and cancel my ride. I picked up my cell phone and no sooner started to dial, when a horn blared outside announcing my cabs arrival. Crap!

Well, I decided to go ahead and take the cab to the watering hole. I reasoned that Sexy Man and I had been partying together for over a year, and I wasn’t the type who enjoyed standing up friends. I have had that happen more than once to me, and I have to say it’s not a pleasant feeling. Besides, I’m in control, right? Right? I don’t have to do anything I don’t feel comfortable with, and I’m sure if I explain things to him, he will understand. Right?

On the ride from my house to the watering hole, I started to get this nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I continued to attempt to convince myself that he would understand, all the while feeling really uneasy about even seeing him again. Then the cab pulled up in front of the watering hole, I paid the driver and went inside.

When I got inside, after paying my cover charge, I started heading to the bar for my first drink of the night, which I had decided was going to be a strong one. I needed a drink, and bad. (Gotta love that liquid courage!) Before I got to the bar, I spotted him standing there getting his own drink. It was like he sensed I was there, and he turned his head towards me and gave me one of his sexy smiles. Suddenly all my worries melted away like they never existed.

He looked so good that night. And if I didn’t know any better, I swear he prepared for our “date” like I did, in a manly way, of course. His hair looked great, he shaved his face baby smooth, he smelled heavenly, and he was actually dressed up more than usual – yes, I believe I was definitely on a date.

The energy running between us that night was incredibly high. We didn’t do the ol’ make-out routine like we had the previous Saturday night, but it was obvious that our chemistry was extremely compatible. Everything was much more subtle though. We flirted, touched each other in soft and sensual ways, kissed each other with definite intentions, and teased each other at every opportunity. We laughed and talked, getting to know each other on a more intimate level. It was, by all accounts, the absolute best date I have ever been on.

Eventually Sexy Man decided it was time to go, because it was getting late. He offered to give me a ride again, which I accepted, of course. After opening my door for me, and making sure I was tucked safely inside his car (he is such a gentleman), he got into the car himself, and before leaving, he gave me another one of those deep passionate kisses. Then we pulled out of the parking lot, and started heading to my house. At least, that’s where I thought we were going.

Somewhere between the watering hole and my house, Sexy Man decided to take a quick right turn, and then a left, and we pulled in behind a small building. That’s when things started to get heavy.

Now that we had some privacy, we immediately got busy with some private matters. Like before, I completely invited his advances. All the hesitations and plans I had to nip this in bud earlier that night were gone. I wanted this man bad! After some major hot and heavy petting, Sexy Man asked me if I wanted to move to the back of the car where there would be more room. Was I about to say no? I don’t think so.

We both got out of the car and started moving toward the back, when Sexy Man grabbed me and started kissing me again. His hands found their way between my thighs, and between his kisses and his caresses, my knees started to get weak again. I thought I was going to pass out, and he realized the affect he was having on me (which no doubt pleased him because he had that kind of satisfied smile on his face), so he opened the back door for us to get in. But before he let me get in, he laid out a blanket for me to lie down on. (Have I mentioned what a gentleman he is?)

Once we were in the back, that’s all she wrote. First the shoes and socks, then the shirts and pants, until we’re both down to our underclothes (less my bra, because I wasn’t wearing one that night)– all the while sharing those kisses that give me the tingles from head to toe. Then I asked him to lie down on his back, and I removed his briefs - OH MY! I was so ready for THAT! His size and circumference was beautiful! I couldn’t resist taking him in my mouth. He didn’t allow that for long though, and he pulled me to him and kissed me again, while strategically placing me over his beautiful member.

I am here to tell you that I have never felt something so heavenly! When I slid down on him, it took my breath away. The only problem though was that I was having trouble moving because I had a ceiling in my way, so Sexy Man rolls me over on my back, and is just about to get back to business when…wait…you are not going to believe this. The timing on this one is so incredibly shitty.

Just as Sexy Man is on his way to warm, wet bliss…my cell phone rings, and at the same time, his cell phone rings, and guess who were on the phones?? You guessed it – his Wifey and my Hubby. Could their timing have been any worse? Neither one of us will ignore a call from the spouses, especially that late at night. So Sexy Man pulls on his pants and heads outside to talk to Wifey, and I dig my cell phone out of my bag to talk to Hubby.

Remember, I haven’t told Hubby yet what has transpired between Sexy Man and me. When I answered the phone, I was breathing pretty heavily. Hubby says, “Whatcha doin’?” He knew immediately what was going on, and given our open marriage, he asks me to lay the phone down so he can listen. Meanwhile, as I’m having this conversation with Hubby, I look outside to see Sexy Man having his conversation with Wifey, and he shoots me this look like he’s really perturbed. In that moment, I knew the night was over, and I told Hubby I didn’t think there was going to be anything to listen to, and that I would call him when I got home. Unfortunately, I was right about it being the end of our night together. Sexy Man opens the door after hanging up with Wifey and says he needs to get home. May I just say - Damn!

While Sexy Man and I are outside putting our clothes back on, he grabs me and kisses me again, then apologizes for having to go home. What could I say – if you have to go, you have to go. Needless to say, when I got home my toy box was calling to me in a big way. I called Hubby and told him what had transpired, and Hubby said he was sorry that he had interrupted us, but that he was worried about me. Then we proceeded to have phone sex while I buzzed my way to an orgasm.

I went to sleep that night somewhat disappointed, yet very happy at the same time. That might not make much sense, but even with the bummer ending, it was still the best date I have ever had. Besides, somehow I knew that wouldn’t be the last time I saw Sexy Man. The little taste of each other we did get that night only begged for more – for both of us.

Stay tuned – more on the way…

Visiting Margaritaville - part 3

Thank the Goddess, it's Friday!

Actually, it is Sunday, but Sunday's are my Friday's, because I work on the weekends. This was a long work weekend, because of Veteran's Day. (I also work all government holidays.)

To the Monday through Friday working person, you might think just working weekends has got to be a breezy job. Yes, I suppose for the most part it is a breezy job. It also pays well. The problem is that it is too breezy. In fact, it is boring as hell. I sit in a 9 x 12 room for 8 to 12 hours by myself, answering the telephone. If that phone were busy, it would be one thing. But on average I receive one hundred calls on any given day, and each call lasts approximately 15 to 30 seconds. The rest of the time, I sit there waiting for the phone to ring. (You do the math. I'm too tired to figure it out tonight. lol)

Like I said, I get paid fairly well for what I do. They have to pay us that well; otherwise no one would continue working there because it is so boring. I don't know how the full-timer’s do it. I also don’t know of any other job where I can sit on my ass all day, in my slippers no less, and work on craft projects, watch movies, or play on my computer while getting paid well for it. That's the good part. The bad part is that my ass is getting bigger because I sit there munching all day, because I can't smoke at work. I also spend all my time alone. By the end of the day I am so wiped out from all the peace and quiet that I feel utterly exhausted by the time I get home and I just want to go to sleep.

I am so ready to go back to Texas and get my career started up again as a hairdresser. That has been my licensed profession for almost 25 years now. (Boy does that make me sound old!) If I really wanted to, I suppose I could do hair here, but the winters here are really long, and really cold, and driving downtown in the ice and snow really doesn't sound very appealing. Plus, the cost of gas to get back and forth to work would pretty much eat up my paychecks, so it seems like a waste of time and money. Then there is the fact that we will eventually move again, and working hard to build a clientele would only be a waste of time, because it would only mean having to start over yet again. That defeats the purpose of having a career in the hair industry. Needless to say, I have talked myself right out of getting another job in these parts. For now, I guess I will have to stick with this boring job until it is time to move again. And when my work-weekends are over, I'm just going to have to pour myself another margarita! Time for a refill!

Back to my Texas adventures...

Up to this point I have shared with you about the accident, getting a roommate, and the self-discovery that I can have my own identity. Somewhere in here, locked away behind "Wife" and "Mom" was "ME", and I was finally starting to realize that I could have fun in my life without having to be a couple.

For twenty years Hubby and I have almost always gone out together, and he was always the social one. He is one of those people that can go out and talk to anyone, and he makes friends fairly easily. I, on the other hand, am the wall flower. I will sit and watch him move around the room, being the social person that he is, while I sit there hoping someone will talk to me. It's usually nice if even Hubby would talk to me. I honestly think he tends to forget I'm there when we go out.

The friends I have today would probably laugh if I told them how shy I really am. I have a hard time making friends. Put me in a beauty salon and throw clients at me all day, and I can talk up a storm. But put me in a social setting, where I don't really know anyone, and I tend to be very reserved, quiet, and hesitant to put myself out there. I really have to get to know someone before I let the real me come out. I guess a lot of that has to do with fear of being rejected. I spent a good deal of my childhood being teased and rejected by people.

Anyway, now that Hubby was beginning to live as king of his own little world, which apparently was excluding me more and more, it forced me to start creating a world of my own. Somewhere between November when Roomy moved in, and January after Hubby left again, I started to become the social butterfly. I mean that in a literal sense, because this process of life changing events I was experiencing was very much like the caterpillar morphing into the butterfly. And now comes life altering event number three...

It was a Saturday night in the middle of January. Roomy and I had plans to go out that night, but for some reason that I don't remember, I was running late getting ready. Roomy decided to head out without me, because I wasn't anywhere near being ready to go out. We agreed that I would take a cab, and meet him at the watering hole later. I specifically called a cab to schedule a pick-up around 8:30 that evening, but the cab company was running really slow that night and didn't actually pick me up until almost 9:45. Boy did that piss me off. Anyway, the cab finally arrived after numerous calls wanting to know where the hell they were, and I finally got to the watering hole around 10:00 pm.

When I got there I was in a rather pissy mood because of the whole cab thing. As I was walking up to the door, ready to go inside and slam down my first drink to ease my frustration, there was Sexy Man standing outside talking on his cell phone.

Sexy Man was one of the original party buddies Hubby and I had been hanging out with, so by this time, hugs were a norm when we'd see each other. When he saw me that night his eyes lit up, and he wrapped his arms around me giving me a big ol' bear hug. I knew he was pretty well on his way to drunkenville, because he didn't want to let go, and that was unusual. I actually had to push myself away from him.

Finally we go inside, and as was also a normal custom at this point, Sexy Man patted the seat next to him for me to sit down. Sexy Man and I have always gotten along really well. We have a lot in common, so finding things to talk about was really easy for us. From the moment we met, I was also attracted to him, thinking he was really sexy (hence the name, Sexy Man), but I never thought to act on it because he was older than me, and we are both married. I always try to be respectful of other people's marriages, and I don't hit on married men as a general rule. He never brought his wife out with him though. I tried many times to talk him into bringing his wife with him when we went out, because I really wanted to meet her, but I always got this look that said, "Yeah, right."

So there we were, a small group of us that night, sitting in our usual spot, drinking, smoking and joking, when all the sudden Sexy Man starts having this one-on-one conversation with me about sex. I couldn't say how the conversation got started, but the next thing I know, he starts asking me how I like oral sex. This whole conversation has taken me by surprise. This is one subject Sexy Man and I have never touched on. But, hey, I'm an open-minded person, so I allowed the conversation to continue. Then he starts using his hands and tongue to mimic the process of oral sex, asking me if I liked it "this way", or "that way". I'm sitting there thinking, 'Holy shit! He's really drunk!' And I'm wondering if anyone else is seeing this? At the same time, I am beginning to get tingles in the nether-region; the visual aid was making me wet to say the least. Then, because he asked, I shared with him my version of a blowjob.

Mind you, I can have conversations about sex without it actually leading to anything. For some reason, people find it really easy to talk about sex with me, so when they do, I never assume it's because they want to have sex with me. I guess it is because I am so open-minded that people find it easy to discuss the topic with me. While I was having this conversation with Sexy Man, I didn't think it was going to lead to anything. (I think I have self-image issues. Even with the amount of partner's I have had over the years, I never really feel like anyone is attracted to me in that way. I never hear the words pretty, beautiful, or sexy used in a sentence referring to me, so I have pretty much concluded that I am nothing special to look at. It sucks to have this knowledge, but there it is.)

So there we were, Sexy Man and me, having this conversation, and it is having a definite affect on my libido. I was getting horny as hell, and if truth be told, I hadn't had any really great sex in a long time, which wasn't helping matters. But still, I wasn't about to suggest anything, for the above mentioned reasons. When push comes to shove (pardon the pun), I have a toy box at home that helps me out in desperate situations, lol! But then it happened - I got up to head to the ladies room, and before I leave, Sexy Man says to me in a really serious tone, "I don't suppose you would be interested...", and before he finishes that sentence, he says, "No, I don't suppose you would." I looked back at him, and in my own serious tone I said, "Yes. I would be interested." The look on his face told me that he was just as surprised by my consent as I was by his proposition. Then I excused myself and went to the ladies room.

[I suppose now would be a good time to mention the fact that Hubby and I have a somewhat open marriage of sorts. It doesn't work for everyone, but for Hubby and me it is a lifestyle that, in the past, has brought more passion into our personal relationship, so it works for us. At least, it used to. I don't know these days, because things have changed a lot between Hubby and me, but I'll talk about that another day.]

When I returned from the restroom, everyone but Sexy Man was leaving to head to another bar. They asked me to come along, but given the recent turn of events, I feigned the excuse that I wasn't feeling well, and I would be going home shortly. Lie, lie, lie! Of course, I had no intentions of going home just yet. I was too eager to see what was going to transpire between me and Sexy Man! This was around midnight.

After everyone left, I walked up to the table where Sexy Man was standing waiting for me. I don't think we said anything to each other at that point. He pulled me close to him, cocked his head to one side, and then with that serious look on his face again, he kissed me. It wasn't any small peck either. That kiss was deep, passionate, and oh so very yummy! Can I just say, if all men kissed their women like that on a regular basis, we women would be total putty in your hands all the time! Needless to say, I turned to jell-o! lol My knees actually got weak, and the tingles were now running from head to toe. I have to tell you, at 42 years old, I have NEVER had a man (or woman, for that matter) kiss me like that. Of course, I was kissing him back, feeding off of the energy that was now in high gear between us. It was magical.

After "the kiss", he looked at me with a big smile on his face, and he told me what a good kisser I was (which is something I've never been told before, so I think I actually blushed, lol), and then he commented on how soft my lips are. (I have full lips. Hubby is always saying they are "DSL" lips.) Then Sexy Man kissed me again. Oh my, just thinking about it right now is revving my motor. ~hehe~

For the rest of the night Sexy Man and I proceeded to make out right there in the watering hole. That's another first for me. I have kissed and been kissed in bars, but never like this. Sexy Man and I were like two teenagers who couldn't get enough of each other. We were all over each other, kissing, feeling each other up, teasing each other mercilessly, and pretty much didn't give a shit who was watching. It was like we were the only two in the room, and if the waitress hadn't stopped by to see if we needed another drink, I think we probably could have had sex right then and there. When I think back on it, anyone still in the bar at that time of night got quite a show. I remember glancing over at the manager at one point, and he looked at me with a big grin on his face, lol! But you know what? I didn't care. I was in the midst of one of the most sexually charged moments I ever had, and I wasn't about to let anything stop it. Until, that is, the lights came on.

The bar was closing. It was time to go home. I started to pout, and Sexy Man took me by the hand and led me outside to his car. He said he would give me a ride home, since I had taken a cab that night. Then he placed me in his vehicle, got in himself, started the car to warm it up, and then turned to me and kissed me passionately again. Only this time, it wasn't like two teenagers, it was like a man and a woman, and let me tell you, in that moment things got really hot between us!

Next thing I know, my jeans are off, my shirt is open and my nipples are hard as a rock as he's sucking on them. I was dripping wet between my thighs as his fingers worked their magic. Then he kissed his way down my belly and began expertly using his tongue, until I had the strongest orgasm I have ever had. Meanwhile, I am trying to pleasure him at the same time, but unlike anyone else I've ever been with, he didn't want me to do anything. I never even got his jeans unzipped, let alone off, because he kept pushing my hand away. He wanted me to lay there and receive. That is another first for me. I'm not used to getting all the attention. If anything, I am used to giving, and not getting anything more than a good hard banging until "he" gets off and rolls over.

Whoa! I think I need another drink! *fans herself to cool down*

When it was all over, he smiled and kissed me again. Oh, what a sexy smile that man has! But, OMG! I actually forgot where I was! LOL As I was getting dressed, it hit me that we were still in the parking lot of the watering hole! I must have really been drunk. I have no idea if anyone saw us. I was totally caught up in the pleasure of his attention! May I just add - it was worth every moment! But, alas, it was time to really go home, so Sexy Man drove me to my house, gave me another yummy kiss goodnight, and then left.

I really thought he would want to come in, so that we could maybe move to a part-two of the evening, but he had a wife to go home to, so I didn't push the issue. It totally amazes me though that we didn't actually have intercourse that first night, and I was even more amazed that he was quite content with that. As I watched him leave, I felt like I was on the best high of my life. I went to sleep that night smiling from ear to ear, and I knew I had to see him again.

To be continued...

Margarita Time Again! - part 2

If you are just tuning in, you need to check out part 1 - the post entitled "Strawberry Margaritas Anyone???"...

Wow! I didn't realize how much I liked Strawberry Margaritas! lol They are a tasty treat! Yummy!

So where was I? Oh yeah, I was telling you about the night at the pool hall and heading home on Roomy's motorcycle.

Okay, so there we were, hopping on the bikes to head home. I got on Roomy's bike because we were heading to the same place, and Buddy was going to his house. This was around 2:00 a.m...

As we were pulling on to the main road to head home, Roomy and I were side-swiped by a pick-up truck going 60 mph. Mind you, Roomy and I hadn't really started to pick up speed yet. We were only doing about 15 mph when we were hit. O-M-G! You wanna talk about life-altering moments! I'm here to tell you that the Goddess was watching out for us that night! I felt this pick-up truck run straight down the right side of my body, and he was going so fast that I saw him as nothing more than a white blur. (I kept swearing it was white truck, because it was a hit and run, and the police were looking for the guy. But we heard later from the police that it was actually a red truck, and the guy did finally come back.) Thank the Goddess I was wearing my leather jacket that night too, because this guys side-view mirror broke on my back. Somehow though, by the grace of the Gods, I managed to walk away from this ordeal with only bruises. Bad bruises, but only bruises, none-the-less. Roomy, on the other hand, wasn't quite as lucky, but he was still lucky, if you know what I mean. His right ankle was broken in three places, and his pinky was degloved. Ewww! But I'm tellin' you, it could have been a hell of a lot worse! If this guy that hit us had been one inch to the left, I wouldn't be here today to share this story with you.

[We found out later the guy that hit us was text messaging while he was driving. Of course, that never came out on any of the reports, and we couldn't prove it. But we got this information from the guy who was in the truck with him that night. What pisses me off is that he blamed the accident on us, saying Roomy's tail-lights weren't working, which was total bullshit, because Roomy's tail lights were still on when the police got there.]

Needless to say, we spent the rest of that night, into the morning hours, at the hospital. I got to go home eventually. Roomy had to stay in the hospital for a few days, because he required surgery.

When the accident happened, it happened very quickly. Everything was a big blur. It wasn't until I sat down later and started thinking about it, that it hit me how close I came to losing my life that night. It had a major impact on me. A moment like that really makes you start to appreciate being alive. It put me in "life review" mode, and I realized just how precious life truly is - my life in particular. (Roomy's life too, of course, but the impact it had on me and how I look at my life now is what I'm trying to get at.) Anyway...

After the accident, I started to rethink how I lived my life. I have lived most of my adult life as a Mom and Wife. I married Hubby when I was 22, and we had Son 5 months later, so my whole adult life up to this point has been focused on them. When the accident happened, I realized that my life mattered just as much as theirs does, and while I feel raising Son was worth every moment, I never really had much focus on myself. If truth be told, I really didn't have my own identity. I was, "his wife", and "his mom", and that was about it. It wasn't until this accident that it dawned on me that I needed to start living for myself. Son was almost all grown up, spreading his wings, and would soon be heading off to college. Hubby wasn't even around anymore. He was 1400 miles away, and while we talked on the phone, and I knew he loved me, he has never really given much thought to what I gave up in my life to be that supportive wife and "always there" mom.

[Speaking of Hubby, at the time of the accident, it had been almost 6 months since I had seen him. The accident happened the beginning of December, and he was due to be home for the holidays three weeks after the accident. He was also none-to-happy to hear about the accident, by the way. His big question was: Why were you with Roomy on the motorcycle? Once I explained, he got over it. I am also happy to report that Roomy is doing much better. He was on crutches for a quite a while, and will be dealing with screws and pins in his ankle for the rest of his life, but he is now back to a somewhat normal healthy state of living.]

Okay, so now I am dealing with this whole life-review thing. I had been living my life with my family being my only priority, and now I was finding I was pretty much on my own. Except for the occasional sighting of my Son, empty conversations with Hubby, and hanging out with Roomy from time to time, I had no one but me. I was really glad that Hubby would be home soon for a visit. I really needed some attention. (You have to remember that by the time Hubby came home, it had been 6 months since I had sex. That sucks!)

Well, about the time I started to feel better from the accident, Hubby finally made it home for the holidays. He was home for a few weeks. In that few weeks, I came to find out that Hubby had gotten fairly self-centered in our time apart. He hadn't been showing a whole lot of interest in what his family was up to when I would talk to him on the phone. He would always change the subject like he wasn't interested. At first I thought maybe it was because of stresses at work. But when he made his trip home, it was like the icing on the cake, because he acted like he really didn't want to be there. He was distant, and unaffectionate. Oh, yes, we did have sex, but it wasn't anything spectacular. He has always been self-centered when it came to sex anyway, so that wasn't any great surprise. What surprised me was his lack of family participation. It seemed like all he wanted to do was sit like a lump in front of the TV. After not being together for six months, I had expected more from him on an intimate level. At the very least, conversation, and maybe some snuggles. But all that was at a minimum.

Between the life-changing moment of the accident, and now Hubby acting like his world was the only one that mattered, I was starting to feel more alone than I ever had. After Hubby left, I decided it was time to start having a life. With the exception of the times I tagged along with Roomy when he was going out, for the most part, I hated going out alone, so I didn't go out. After Hubby left, I decided that was going to change, so I started going out by myself. And that is life changing event number 2.

The first few times I went out alone after Hubby left, I pretty much stayed to myself, mostly because I didn't see anyone I recognized. Finally, one night I ran into some people that Roomy had introduced me to. I didn't really know them all that well, but I sort of jumped into conversation with them, and I learned that I could be social without anyone else having to drag me out. Yay for me! From that moment on, I started becoming my own woman, and because of it, I started making some of the best friends I have ever had in my life. This happened within the two weeks after Hubby left to go back to his duty station - and at the end of the second week, life altering event #3 took place.

Stay tuned...

Strawberry Magarita Anyone??? part 1

I think I'm losing it. I usually have this rule that I don't drink at home unless I have company visiting. Alcoholism runs in my family, and I'm afraid if I start drinking at home just for the hell of it I'll find myself enjoying it too much. Tonight, however, I'm breaking my own rule. I'm so frickin' lonely - I really need something to make life fun! Okay, so I don't know how much fun I can have drunk by myself, but I'm willing to give it a shot (or two or three), LOL!

I just got home from work. It has been a long day. My job is so incredibly B-O-O-O-R-I-N-G, and that tends to make the days at work even longer. Hubby is away on business for the next 6 weeks, so at the moment I am completely alone at home, except for my critters, but they aren't much for conversation. Sadly, I don't have any friends where I live either. My work schedule is opposite the majority of the population around here, so while I'm working everyone else is enjoying their time off. And when I'm off, everyone is too tired to come out and play because they've been working all day. I've been here a year and a half, and with each passing day I hate this place more and more.

Now, you have to understand that I am not anti-social - not by any means. I am most definitely a "people-person". I love getting together with friends and hanging out. I especially love to party! It's my way of cutting loose and letting go of stress. When it comes to drinking, I can keep up with the best of them! I also enjoy going to karaoke, dancing and playing pool, and just hanging with my friends and having a good time. I like to have playmates too! I enjoy the pre-party ritual of getting ready and trying to look good so I feel good. I also love to flirt when I'm out. Men, women, it doesn't matter. I'm a flirt - plain and simple. *grins* And it doesn't necessarily have to lead to anything either. Most of the time it is harmless flirting, although if something does happen, that's an added bonus! But most of the fun is in the hunt. I'm a Leo, and we Lionesses LOVE the hunt! Unfortunately, the hunting grounds where I live are sparse to say the least. People around here are just too "goody-two-shoes" for me - they simply don't have a clue what a good time is all about. *winks and sighs*

I am currently hating my life in a big way, and I really, Really, REALLY miss Texas! Let me tell you about Texas...

Hubby is in the military. He has been in for 18 years, so you can imagine that we have had a few military moves during his career. Not as many as some, but having to uproot yourself at any time is a pain in the butt. Being a military wife isn't an easy job. As a military spouse you are expected to support your better-half by moving whenever you're told, staying behind and taking care of the homestead and all that entails by yourself whenever they go away on assignment, and generally learning to live as a single parent, hopefully prepared to handle anything that comes your way.

The military community is a unique one. When you make friends, there is a special bond, especially if you live on base, because you are all going through the same thing. But friends in the military generally come and go, because everyone tends to move around so much. Needless to say, you never really get a chance to feel like you are part of a community for very long because it always seems like you are moving and having to start over.

Well, one of Hubby's duty assignments led us to living in Texas for 5 years. When we got there we lived off-base, which is unusual for us, so we didn't have the normal camaraderie or restrictions usually associated with living on-base. Initially, life felt fairly separated from the way we were used to living. But we were a family, so Hubby was busy working, and I was busy being a stay-at-home-mom taking care of our teenage son and doing all those wifely duties. Eventually we settled in, and became comfortable with living off-base. Then it came time for those damned orders again, and Hubby got reassigned to another duty station. Only this time, our son was getting ready to go into his senior year of high school, and as a parent, I just couldn't see pulling him out of his school and making him start over for one lousy year. So, Son and I stayed behind, while Hubby moved to his next assignment without us.

The plan was that Hubby would go ahead of us, and after Son graduated High School, Son would go off to college, and I would move to be with Hubby. This separation was only going to be for a year. As things go in the military world, Hubby and I have spent a lot of time apart over the years - months and months at a time - so to go one more year didn't seem like it was going to be any big deal. Boy was I wrong.

When Hubby first left, I found the separation hard, like it always is. When you are married, you get used to having that companionship on a daily basis. But Hubby and I made this decision for our son’s sake, so I tried to make the most of it. What I didn't count on was our son reaching the time in his life where he starts spreading his wings. My Son wasn't around much in his senior year. He stayed pretty busy with school and after-school activities, and when he wasn't doing something because of school, he was starting to have a life that didn't include Mom. Needless to say, I didn't see him very often, except for the occasional, "Hi Mom, what's for dinner? Going to my room now."

During this time we were also hurting for money because we were having to pay double living expenses (2 rents, double the utilities, etc...), in addition to forking out cash for Son's senior year, and trying to prepare for his going to college, so I really didn't go out much. Actually, I didn't go out at all. (Kinda like now - how depressing.) I had a few friends, but they really weren't the "let's go out" kind. They were more like the "let's stay home and watch a movie" kind. Anyway, like I said, I didn't go out much.

After a while, I started to feel like I had been abandoned. Hubby was busy working, and Son was busy having a life, and the lack of anyone to talk to was starting to get to me. (Again, kind of like now. *pouts*) Then I got a bright idea! (*ding* insert light bulb here!) Hubby had a buddy that was still there that was looking for a place to live, so I invited him to rent a room from us. Not only would that give us some extra money, but it would be nice to have another adult around to talk to from time to time. So, out went the invitation to the buddy to live with me and Son. He accepted, and moved in. Little did I know, having a roommate was about to lead to a major turning point in my life.

Hey - these margaritas are going down way too smooth, hehe! Cheers!

Okay, so now Son and I have a Roomy. Things actually seemed to go pretty good. I got used to having a roommate pretty easily. (I later decided that living with Roomy was no different than living with Hubby - the only difference was Roomy and I didn't have sex. But that's a story I'll save for later.) Roomy and I both valued our privacy, so when we needed to be alone we'd go to our rooms and shut the door. We pretty much knew that if the door was shut, the other person didn't want to be bothered. I gave Roomy free run of the house. I wanted him to feel like it was home for him, as much as it was for us. We got along really great, so when we felt like having company, we'd hang out in the living room together watching movies, or we would sit at the kitchen table drinking coffee or some other beverage of choice and we would talk.

Initially, Roomy and I knew each other from being party buds - he worked with Hubby, and they used to go out after work on Fridays with other guys from work to drink away the stress of the week. Finally they decided to get together with the spouses included one night, and that started a regular event about once a month. That's when I met Roomy.

Okay, before you get any bright ideas, Roomy and I have never had sex. There was actually a time, one night when we were all out, that I actually hit on Roomy (before he was our Roomy), but he turned me down. He couldn't grasp screwing the wife of a friend, even when the friend (my Hubby) knew about it. That's another story for another day. But I just needed to say for the record, Roomy and I have never had sex.

Backtracking about nine months or so before Hubby moved away...Once a month we all got together at our favorite watering hole to let loose and have a good time. The group of us basically consisted of myself and Hubby, Roomy (who was going through a divorce), JJ (actually a husband and wife), Sexy Man (whom I will fill you in on later), GQ Guy, and various other peeps who would stop by from time to time. We all got along great! Then came time for Hubby to move, and when he left, my time out on the town pretty much stopped because I felt awkward going out alone. That lasted for about 4 months.

Well, when Roomy moved in after Hubby left, we both went out one night together, and he started introducing me to some of the local peeps he knew. There were also those nights that he got me to go out with the usual crowd too, and I enjoyed hanging out with them, so of course, I'd tag along. I guess you could say Roomy and I became "party companions" as well as roommates.

One night Roomy and I went to the Watering Hole, and we spent about two or so hours there, when he and another buddy of his (by this time the buddy was also a friend of mine) asked if I wanted to go to another bar with them. I was all for it. The only catch was that they were on motorcycles, and I wasn't doin' the ol' drinkin' and drivin' thing, so I hopped on the back of Buddy's bike, and off we went down the road to a pool hall. It was a fun night, with interesting conversation, talking about the different ways to get women to orgasm. Not sure how that one got started, but anyway...

Finally it came time to go home, because the bar was closing. Well, since Roomy and I live together, it only made sense to hop on Roomy's bike and catch a ride home, so that's what I did. What happens next is the first major event in a series of life changing events for me...

Stay tuned for the next post! ;)