So, who's organizing the pool for how long I'll be on the fidelity wagon?
Thursday, April 25, 2013
I'd Do You
A friend of mine just shared this with me. He knew it would be right up my alley.
So, who's organizing the pool for how long I'll be on the fidelity wagon?
So, who's organizing the pool for how long I'll be on the fidelity wagon?
Monday, April 22, 2013
Returning to Fidelity
Yes, it's true. I've made a decision to return to fidelity. Is it permanent? I don't know, but it's something I need to do at least for now.
If you read my last post, you know that Hubby read a rather incriminating text conversation. Our marriage is intact, of course, but it hurt him very badly. The bottom line for me is that I can't keep hurting him. I love him too much.
So, I'm hanging up my crotchless prowling panties. I'm also taking a hiatus from any online "cyber sex" or naughty texting. Why? Because that's what created this current situation. I need to keep my communications with others very clean for a while.
What does this mean for PWK? I have no idea. As someone mentioned in a recent comment, it's hard to go "Prowling with Kat" if Kat isn't prowling. I'm not shutting down the blog. If I have something to say, I'll write. And I still have plenty of sex stories to share.
You know I'm not giving up sex, right?
My longest stretch of fidelity lasted 8 years Right now, that seems like a lifetime, so I've decided to take it a day at a time. It has already been a couple of months since I stepped out, so I think this has been coming for awhile anyway.
This is definitely not a "goodbye" post. It's a notice that something major has changed in my life that will be affecting PWK.
It's the start of a new adventure......
If you read my last post, you know that Hubby read a rather incriminating text conversation. Our marriage is intact, of course, but it hurt him very badly. The bottom line for me is that I can't keep hurting him. I love him too much.
So, I'm hanging up my crotchless prowling panties. I'm also taking a hiatus from any online "cyber sex" or naughty texting. Why? Because that's what created this current situation. I need to keep my communications with others very clean for a while.
What does this mean for PWK? I have no idea. As someone mentioned in a recent comment, it's hard to go "Prowling with Kat" if Kat isn't prowling. I'm not shutting down the blog. If I have something to say, I'll write. And I still have plenty of sex stories to share.
You know I'm not giving up sex, right?
My longest stretch of fidelity lasted 8 years Right now, that seems like a lifetime, so I've decided to take it a day at a time. It has already been a couple of months since I stepped out, so I think this has been coming for awhile anyway.
This is definitely not a "goodbye" post. It's a notice that something major has changed in my life that will be affecting PWK.
It's the start of a new adventure......
Thursday, April 18, 2013
The Fuck Buddy Discovery
I took my son to an activity last night and when I got there I realized that I had left my cell phone at home. I couldn't go home to get it because I was leading the activity and 10 other boys were showing up, so I was stuck.
For the next hour and a half, I didn't think anything of it. When I got home, there was my phone, right where I'd left it, plugged into the charger. Great, right?
Not so fast.
Hubby wasn't speaking to me...at all. When he finally did speak to me as we were going to bed, it was to kick off the inquisition - Why hadn't I wanted sex for the last 48 hours? Had I been getting it somewhere else? Was I no longer attracted to him because he was old?
The tone of his questions became angrier and angrier, until he finally screamed, "So, do you want to have sex now?!"
Normally, I would refuse under these circumstances because that's not exactly a romantic proposal, but he had me a bit annoyed so decided to call his bluff. I pulled off my nightie and said "Sure, sounds great!"
He hemmed and hawed, but what man wouldn't take advantage of that situation?
The sex was better than average, more passionate. When it was over, he rolled over and went to sleep.
I took advantage of the opportunity to check my phone and see what he might have seen. I started with my text messages. I scrolled through several that were just friendly texts. No problem.
Then I saw the one from Single Guy. Ugh. That little exchange didn't seem as dirty at the time we had it as it did now. And then there was the string of texts talking about arranging to meet. Sigh. This was bad.
I continued my search through the phone and that was all that was there that was incriminating. I usually deleted things like I should. I have no excuse for why I didn't do so with Single Guy's texts. I deleted them right then. I know that's kind of like closing the barn door after the cows have all escaped, but what else could I do?
In the morning, he was still crabby and not speaking to me. The only way through it was to take it on directly, so I asked, "Is there a reason why you decided to go through my phone last night?" I decided to dispense with the whole, "Why are you so upset, Dear?" routine. We both knew why.
He was shocked. After a moment of silence, he replied, "How do you know I did that?"
"Your behavior," I responded.
Then he started telling me what he saw, and he asked more questions. Who is this guy? Was I really going to see him? And have been seeing JJ lately? How many "Fuck Friends" did I have? And on and on and on.
I wanted to correct him and say, "The correct term is "Fuck Buddy," but I thought it might be the wrong time. Timing is everything, ya know.
I tried to answer his questions as directly and honestly as I could. It progressed into a long discussion, a progression of the one we had almost two years ago. I didn't use the words "Open Marriage" this time, but I told him it would be ok with me if he wanted play with another woman, and it would be great if we could just tell each other about it and be honest.
He's skeptical, although he did say he'd be ok with me inviting another woman in for a threesome. That's progress, right?
We talked a lot more and things are going to be ok. However, I'm pretty sure I'll be on lock down for a while....again. He'll monitor my comings and goings and he'll eye me suspiciously whenever I text anyone. And if we go more than two days without having sex, he'll accuse me of getting it elsewhere.
Things will eventually settle down because, in spite of all the distractions, he knows I love him and I don't want to spend my life with anyone else.
For the next hour and a half, I didn't think anything of it. When I got home, there was my phone, right where I'd left it, plugged into the charger. Great, right?
Not so fast.
Hubby wasn't speaking to me...at all. When he finally did speak to me as we were going to bed, it was to kick off the inquisition - Why hadn't I wanted sex for the last 48 hours? Had I been getting it somewhere else? Was I no longer attracted to him because he was old?
The tone of his questions became angrier and angrier, until he finally screamed, "So, do you want to have sex now?!"
Normally, I would refuse under these circumstances because that's not exactly a romantic proposal, but he had me a bit annoyed so decided to call his bluff. I pulled off my nightie and said "Sure, sounds great!"
He hemmed and hawed, but what man wouldn't take advantage of that situation?
The sex was better than average, more passionate. When it was over, he rolled over and went to sleep.
I took advantage of the opportunity to check my phone and see what he might have seen. I started with my text messages. I scrolled through several that were just friendly texts. No problem.
Then I saw the one from Single Guy. Ugh. That little exchange didn't seem as dirty at the time we had it as it did now. And then there was the string of texts talking about arranging to meet. Sigh. This was bad.
I continued my search through the phone and that was all that was there that was incriminating. I usually deleted things like I should. I have no excuse for why I didn't do so with Single Guy's texts. I deleted them right then. I know that's kind of like closing the barn door after the cows have all escaped, but what else could I do?
In the morning, he was still crabby and not speaking to me. The only way through it was to take it on directly, so I asked, "Is there a reason why you decided to go through my phone last night?" I decided to dispense with the whole, "Why are you so upset, Dear?" routine. We both knew why.
He was shocked. After a moment of silence, he replied, "How do you know I did that?"
"Your behavior," I responded.
Then he started telling me what he saw, and he asked more questions. Who is this guy? Was I really going to see him? And have been seeing JJ lately? How many "Fuck Friends" did I have? And on and on and on.
I wanted to correct him and say, "The correct term is "Fuck Buddy," but I thought it might be the wrong time. Timing is everything, ya know.
I tried to answer his questions as directly and honestly as I could. It progressed into a long discussion, a progression of the one we had almost two years ago. I didn't use the words "Open Marriage" this time, but I told him it would be ok with me if he wanted play with another woman, and it would be great if we could just tell each other about it and be honest.
He's skeptical, although he did say he'd be ok with me inviting another woman in for a threesome. That's progress, right?
We talked a lot more and things are going to be ok. However, I'm pretty sure I'll be on lock down for a while....again. He'll monitor my comings and goings and he'll eye me suspiciously whenever I text anyone. And if we go more than two days without having sex, he'll accuse me of getting it elsewhere.
Things will eventually settle down because, in spite of all the distractions, he knows I love him and I don't want to spend my life with anyone else.
Friday, April 12, 2013
FFF - Hot Tub - 4/12/13
As Lisa carried the third load of photography equipment to the remote campsite from the SUV she could tell that she was beginning to simmer with anger. He could have parked closer, for gosh sake. And not only that. When she signed up to be an intern for this photographer, she knew she'd be carrying equipment, but she thought they'd be doing fashion and advertising shoots. She also thought she'd be learning more about lenses and lighting than...well, this stuff.
"Lisa, can you add some more wood to the fire pit. Don't light it yet. We don't want to roast the girls."
The two women who were to be the subjects of the photo session giggled. They were already standing naked next to the big pot. Lisa added the wood and then brought over a step stool to help them climb up into their "hot tub" which was never going to be hot. After they were in and the displaced water came up to their waists, she stepped away with the stool. Dave, the photographer, lit the fire.
He started taking pictures quickly so he could finish up and get them out of there before the water got too hot, but he had some time to play with. At first he asked them to strike a few specific poses for him. Then he told them to just "do each other."
Oh please, Lisa thought. I didn't know 'just do each other' was a technical term in photography. She stepped back and leaned against a tree to watch. She knew she wouldn't be noticed until they were done, and she was pretty sure that today they wouldn't be done until they had all finished fucking each other on the blanket for a while.
As she watched the girls 'doing each other' she was surprised at how erotic the scene was. They were beautiful, and they were slowly making love to each other, ignoring the camera. Lisa shifted a little as she noticed her nipples were hard and her panties were becoming moist. She reached a hand under her t-shirt so she could pinch one of her nipples. She slid her other hand in her shorts and touched herself as she watched the girls pleasure each other. She was right. No one noticed her at all.
At some point, she didn't remember exactly when, she closed her eyes and imagined that she was bent over the tailgate of the SUV and Dave was fucking her forcefully. She imagined herself gagged with her hands tied behind her back like she'd seen him do with some of his "models." She felt herself starting to cum when she heard it.
"Lisa!"
She opened her eyes and they were all staring at her. Her breathing was ragged and her hand was soaked with her juices. She didn't know what to say. She was frozen in place.
Dave smiled and said, "Take off your clothes and join them in the tub."
***************
For those of you who don't know, FFF is Fast Fiction Friday, a weekly writing "activity" for bloggers. We get a photo prompt and a title (this one is Hot Tub), a keyword to insert (simmer was this week's word), and a word limit (400 words this time; yes, I know I exceeded that). If you'd like to see what others wrote on this topic, you can find the links on Advizor's site. I thoroughly enjoy the different perspectives that different writers contribute. If you're a blogger, feel free to join! You can get more information on Advizor's site. Everyone is welcome. Your contribution doesn't have to be sex-related, but most of the prompts are.
"Lisa, can you add some more wood to the fire pit. Don't light it yet. We don't want to roast the girls."
The two women who were to be the subjects of the photo session giggled. They were already standing naked next to the big pot. Lisa added the wood and then brought over a step stool to help them climb up into their "hot tub" which was never going to be hot. After they were in and the displaced water came up to their waists, she stepped away with the stool. Dave, the photographer, lit the fire.He started taking pictures quickly so he could finish up and get them out of there before the water got too hot, but he had some time to play with. At first he asked them to strike a few specific poses for him. Then he told them to just "do each other."
Oh please, Lisa thought. I didn't know 'just do each other' was a technical term in photography. She stepped back and leaned against a tree to watch. She knew she wouldn't be noticed until they were done, and she was pretty sure that today they wouldn't be done until they had all finished fucking each other on the blanket for a while.
As she watched the girls 'doing each other' she was surprised at how erotic the scene was. They were beautiful, and they were slowly making love to each other, ignoring the camera. Lisa shifted a little as she noticed her nipples were hard and her panties were becoming moist. She reached a hand under her t-shirt so she could pinch one of her nipples. She slid her other hand in her shorts and touched herself as she watched the girls pleasure each other. She was right. No one noticed her at all.
At some point, she didn't remember exactly when, she closed her eyes and imagined that she was bent over the tailgate of the SUV and Dave was fucking her forcefully. She imagined herself gagged with her hands tied behind her back like she'd seen him do with some of his "models." She felt herself starting to cum when she heard it.
"Lisa!"
She opened her eyes and they were all staring at her. Her breathing was ragged and her hand was soaked with her juices. She didn't know what to say. She was frozen in place.
Dave smiled and said, "Take off your clothes and join them in the tub."
***************
For those of you who don't know, FFF is Fast Fiction Friday, a weekly writing "activity" for bloggers. We get a photo prompt and a title (this one is Hot Tub), a keyword to insert (simmer was this week's word), and a word limit (400 words this time; yes, I know I exceeded that). If you'd like to see what others wrote on this topic, you can find the links on Advizor's site. I thoroughly enjoy the different perspectives that different writers contribute. If you're a blogger, feel free to join! You can get more information on Advizor's site. Everyone is welcome. Your contribution doesn't have to be sex-related, but most of the prompts are.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Spring Break - April Sex Blog Chain
Hi, Prowlers! Don't you just love springtime? Everything is new, and we all know I love sex with new men. I have a friend who calls it, "having a need for strange." Maybe that's it. Who knows?
This month's Sex Blog Chain topic is Spring Break, which can be about spring break or sex in the springtime.
Sassy sent a post for us sharing her first Patriot's Day with Philip. Very hot! And, as a special bonus you get to see some of Sassy's naked lady parts. :-)
Max shared a very sexy post about sex in the springtime with Heather. There are three parts to the story and, trust me, you want to read all three. Max, this was just delicious! I was having a lousy, very un-sexy day, until I read your post. Now, I'm wishing I were Heather. I've got sturdy desk right here, Baby.
As you know, Ryan can't have a simple title to a post. No, he prefers the long descriptive titles that also happen to be song lyrics. His contribution this month is Good Times and Riches and Sons of Bitches, I've Seen More than I Can Recall. This is classic Ryan, folks - beautiful scenery, a beautiful woman (or two), suspense, frustration, more suspense, reward. "Reward" means sex. Definitely worth reading.
This month's Sex Blog Chain topic is Spring Break, which can be about spring break or sex in the springtime.
Sassy sent a post for us sharing her first Patriot's Day with Philip. Very hot! And, as a special bonus you get to see some of Sassy's naked lady parts. :-)
Max shared a very sexy post about sex in the springtime with Heather. There are three parts to the story and, trust me, you want to read all three. Max, this was just delicious! I was having a lousy, very un-sexy day, until I read your post. Now, I'm wishing I were Heather. I've got sturdy desk right here, Baby.
As you know, Ryan can't have a simple title to a post. No, he prefers the long descriptive titles that also happen to be song lyrics. His contribution this month is Good Times and Riches and Sons of Bitches, I've Seen More than I Can Recall. This is classic Ryan, folks - beautiful scenery, a beautiful woman (or two), suspense, frustration, more suspense, reward. "Reward" means sex. Definitely worth reading.
I wish I had a contribution for you, prowlers, but I've been away for a few weeks and I came back unprepared for this month's chain. I'll promise you this - If I have any hot sex before spring is out, I'll tell you all about it. How's that?
As always, please share our chain post and the wonderful writings of Sassy, Max, and Ryan. If any other bloggers sent a contribution and I missed it, please let me know and I"ll post it ASAP. I certainly don't mean to leave anyone out.
Enjoy the beautiful weather!
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
A funny thing happened.....
Actually, nothing funny happened at all, but that seems to be a good way to start one of those explanation posts where I give you my excuses for why I haven't posted in the last two weeks.
Hey, don't complain. I left you with some lovely pictures of our dear Cara, didn't I? In fact, those pictures are so hot that I'll bet some of you didn't even know I was away, did you?
Anyway, I wish I had a really hot and steamy story I could tell you....something about being in bed fucking every day and night so I couldn't get to the computer to post. Seriously. I do wish that were my story. Alas, the truth is that I've just been exceptionally busy. Between my business and family responsibilities, my time has been spoken for. Oh, don't forget the start of the baseball season and my fantasy baseball obligations.
And there have been big changes in my family life. Big changes. Not bad changes, but significant ones that have forced Hubby and I to completely change our schedules. As part of this change, we both have lost some free time (as if I had much before), but you'd think Hubby was giving up his right arm. I've never seen a grown man whine and mope so much. This morning, I finally had enough and I told him, "Look! I'm not getting any outside sex, either. Get over it." Then I left to go to work.
You read that right. No outside sex. No JJ. Nada. It's been over a month now. The first couple of weeks were ok. Last week was a bit frustrating. This week I find myself leaning up against the washing machine longer than is appropriate and really enjoying my long showers and detachable shower head...a lot.
I was about ready to accept that I was all done prowling and no one would ever want me again (a little dramatic, I know, but this is me we're talking about) when I got a text from Single Guy today. Out of the blue. I haven't heard from him in months. Then I got a text from C from Afternoon Fun in a Honda Civic.
Wow. You know what I thought, don't you?
It's a sign!
So, I'm back. I'm sorry I just disappeared on you. To those who you wrote me and didn't get a response, I sincerely apologize. I just wasn't in a great place, but you'll hear from me soon.
Tomorrow is the 10th, our day for the Sex Blog Chain. We only have a few entries but I will definitely post those links tomorrow, probably in the afternoon.
Let's get this party going again, shall we?
Hey, don't complain. I left you with some lovely pictures of our dear Cara, didn't I? In fact, those pictures are so hot that I'll bet some of you didn't even know I was away, did you?
Anyway, I wish I had a really hot and steamy story I could tell you....something about being in bed fucking every day and night so I couldn't get to the computer to post. Seriously. I do wish that were my story. Alas, the truth is that I've just been exceptionally busy. Between my business and family responsibilities, my time has been spoken for. Oh, don't forget the start of the baseball season and my fantasy baseball obligations.
And there have been big changes in my family life. Big changes. Not bad changes, but significant ones that have forced Hubby and I to completely change our schedules. As part of this change, we both have lost some free time (as if I had much before), but you'd think Hubby was giving up his right arm. I've never seen a grown man whine and mope so much. This morning, I finally had enough and I told him, "Look! I'm not getting any outside sex, either. Get over it." Then I left to go to work.
You read that right. No outside sex. No JJ. Nada. It's been over a month now. The first couple of weeks were ok. Last week was a bit frustrating. This week I find myself leaning up against the washing machine longer than is appropriate and really enjoying my long showers and detachable shower head...a lot.
I was about ready to accept that I was all done prowling and no one would ever want me again (a little dramatic, I know, but this is me we're talking about) when I got a text from Single Guy today. Out of the blue. I haven't heard from him in months. Then I got a text from C from Afternoon Fun in a Honda Civic.
Wow. You know what I thought, don't you?
It's a sign!
So, I'm back. I'm sorry I just disappeared on you. To those who you wrote me and didn't get a response, I sincerely apologize. I just wasn't in a great place, but you'll hear from me soon.
Tomorrow is the 10th, our day for the Sex Blog Chain. We only have a few entries but I will definitely post those links tomorrow, probably in the afternoon.
Let's get this party going again, shall we?
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