I didn’t want to go home to an empty house so I called people to see what they were doing. Ex Worker Friend was the only one who responded so I ran by her house and picked her up to go have some drinks. The first place we went to was closed. We went to another that only had beer/wine – I wanted something much harder than that. We went across the street to another place. It smelled like wet carpet and only had three people at the bar. The patio had more people. The three at the bar were joined by two more locals and they were just loud an obnoxious. We drove to another place – an old haunt from my younger days and drank there. It’s funny how fifteen years is lost between two people. Things I can talk about, ideas that I had, things I’ve done – all seem like good, viable ideas to her. Part of that is good. Part of that just makes me feel like an old man.
I was carded at both places so felt better about that! I think it’s because she looks so young and I don’t look old enough to be her dad – so they just cover their butts.
Together we decided that I don’t look forty. That made me feel good as well.
Early morning wake up text from Best Friend – she had had a dream about me! That bizarre since it’s usually me having dreams involving her…
In her dream, I was getting married (present day) to someone and she was in the wedding party. Apparently I got cold feet the morning of the wedding and made Best Friend tell the bride that I had a girlfriend and wasn’t getting married. Apparently I leaned on BF so much that she had to tell my family as well. They were very upset at her – the messenger – and also at me for having a girlfriend.
That was kind of funny.
I have not spoken to Best Friend in a long time. She’s been avoiding answering me. I am okay with that in some ways but really needed some ONE to talk two these past couple of weeks. That hasn’t happened so I have a lot of built up grief and issues. When you can’t talk to someone you keep it all bottled up inside of you and the pressure is quite dangerous. I yell. I have a short temper. I get more physical acting (I don’t act upon that).
BF and I are going to hang out all day on Friday. We’re both taking the day off and will hang out together. My mind races with lots of ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes’. It’s harmless on the exterior. Short of some crazy dreams that I have had – it is harmless. She has explained to her husband that we are safer together in that we’ve already been down the road of intimacy. That’s better because you don’t get hung up on the ‘what ifs’ if becoming intimate. I agree – to a point. Either she means that it was not ’special’ enough to think of going down that road again or she is more realistic t(and grown up) to know that neither of us are in a situation to do anything to change our situations. I kind of fall into the latter part of that thinking as well.
Tonight though – my mind is racing. What if we did something? The timing is a bit good with everyone out of town. What would we do? What would the result be? Deep down I know that I am capable of straying. Deep down I also know that nothing good could come from straying. People get hurt no matter what and there are no good outcomes. Nobody can keep a secret. It will always come out – rather to be spiteful, to intentially hurt, or even just by mistake.
We both long for touching but to be honest it’s too freakin’ hot for that! I have given her the option of what we do – go somewhere, drive out of town, watch movies, go to movies. I think that she has to decide so many things in a day that she won’t pick something. I’m okay with just seeing what happens. No expectations. No fears.
On other fronts – Ex Worker Friend has been coming by to work on a computer. She needs a computer and – go figure – I have some to use. I don’t break out in a sweat like I have on other occasions – or as much at least. She is cute. But in that fifteen year younger cute that is kind of lecherous. She has offered to hang out with me while the family is gone. I’ll try to make that happen as well.
Lunch Friend has also offered to take me to dinner/lunch or do things while everyone is gone.
It’s nice to feel like people care enough to offer to help!
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Dreams, Friends, frustration, multiple partners, porn, sex with friends, threesome, touching
After what has been yet another ‘dry spell’, I had the craziest of dreams last night.
Best Friend has been going through a hell I don’t wish upon anyone. She has some big, life-changing decisions to make and she hasn’t been communicating lately. I worry a bit, but this is how she deals with things.
She had mentioned something about her getting in trouble for sending a text to an old boyfriend. I know his name and I’ve seen a picture of him. He is recently divorced and I think that most guys that get divorced go through their old ‘black book’ and see what everyone’s doing. Maybe it’s a transition or maybe it’s just that it’s easier to go back to somewhere you’ve been rather than starting over. Whatever.
Best Friend and I have been trying to plan a day where we can just hang out together and hold each other. It really has not ever been sexual other than neither of us gets that touchy-closeness from our respective spouses. Times have never matched up for us to successfully pull it off, maybe for the better.
Anyway. In this dream we plan an early evening of watching a movie at some place. In the dream it sort of was like a nice hotel. It wasn’t my house or any place that I had recognized. I was there, she came over. She went to change into some sweats/pajamas and I was already in the same. We had some DVD movies to watch and had put something in. We had settled on a big couch – although it was deeper than normal.
We cuddled up together, she was behind me and I was in front. She was commenting on how good this felt and we both were saying how much our spouses miss out on this. The next thing I know, this friend of hers is on the other side of her, spooning her from that side. Strangely, it was if it were all planned. Neither of us seemed surprised by his addition. He started rubbing her through her pajamas; her hips, her back, and around to her chest. He was kissing the back of her neck. Watching the movie was pretty much difficult as the two of them were really getting into each other.
I moved a bit out of the way and they were stripping down. I was amazed at how pretty she looked and shared a combination happiness feeling for her that she was getting what she has wanted and an aroused feeling of watching what was going to be happening in front of me. They were taking turns orally – she sucking on him and his licking her. The sounds that they were making were putting me over the edge.
He had turned her around so that he was mounting her from behind and she was facing towards me. My erection was quite noticeable and Best Friend reached over and started rubbing my penis through my pants. It was awkward, but seemed right for some reason. Her friend stopped and she flipped over on her back, her legs were off the side of the couch and he stepped in between her legs and started again. She was lying there – very happy – and I moved over and started kissing her breasts. She was startled at first, but soon started really getting into the whole thing.
The thing that I remember most was the sheer look of joy on her face. It was like she had been waiting forever to be the center of attention – a bizarre, content, happy look. Her friend stopped thrusting and went down on her. The combination of his mouth on her pussy and my mouth on her nipples and breasts resulted in her screaming – a lot! Her happy expression was something that I had not seen on her in many, many years.
There was a knock on the door that interrupted everything – they ran off to the bedroom and I opened the door. It was a manager-type person asking if everything was okay. I assured them it was probably the TV and shut the door after they looked around me. I went into the bedroom.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed leaning back on his arms – her face was busy in his lap. She was enjoying his cock and I was still a bit uneasy about the whole situation. She moved up into the bed and he laid down behind her. She asked me to come closer and I faced her. The next hour or so was a blur of both she and I kissing, fondling, touching, tweaking, – her in the middle of us. I never saw him – she always faced me. Again, the look on her face was priceless.
I don’t remember that I ever penetrated her. We touched, kissed, played with each other’s hair. But I don’t remember it going any further for us.
She had come a few times in the front room and several more times in the bed. When her friend could do no more, he collected his clothes and kissed her good-bye. He and I never said a word to the other during the whole thing.
After he left, she and I took a bath together and rinsed off in the shower. We got back into our pajamas and went back to the sofa.
We assumed the original position and started the movie again – almost as if it was all planned that way.
I woke up with the hardest erection I have had in the longest time. I had this strange feeling like I had done something I shouldn’t have. Great. Guilt from my dreams…
I had my first dream involving Best Friend in February – post here. I don’t know if this is a healthy thing or not a good thing. This dream had a bit more involvement but still no fucking involving the two of us.
Best Friend is going through some hell where she is having a medical procedure done and her husband is all of the sudden too busy to care for her. He’s such an asshole. How hard would it be to actually man-up and take some responsibility and show some caring for a day? I talk to my wife and see if it’s okay if BF stays at our place to recoup. My wife likes BF so there was no problem there.
I let BF know that the opportunity is there for her – a place where someone responsible will take care of her and it would be one less thing for her to worry about.
She was very happy for the offer, but I could tell that she wasn’t really going to go through with it. I can’t blame her. How do you tell your husband that if HE’S not going to take care of her, that she’ll go to her friends’ house? It doesn’t work. I made her laugh that my wife expressed reservations at first, but that I talked her into that it would be okay for the three of us in one bed.
Deep – WAY DEEP in the back of my head, I wasn’t joking about the situation. That’s a strange feeling to have. It’s not that I want to have sex with BF – I just want to feel loved sometimes. Would that come from sharing a bed? I at least feel that BF would touch me.
I spoke to Best Friend tonight. Her husband has actually been nice lately – something we are both cautious of. She has sort of had sex a couple times this week and last night he may have even pleasured her! Will wonders never cease.
I told her I was going to write this date down to give it the attention it deserves.
It’s kind of funny how our lives are polar opposites. When she’s not getting any – I am. When I’m not getting any – she is. It’s a sick world.
After a morning of wife and I mostly not speaking to each other and my making comments about what she ‘remembered’ about last night’s dinner – we pretty much were just not talking to each other. She worked on her stuff, I worked on mine.
Best friend called me this morning and was strangely calm on the phone. She asked how I was and what was going on.
Then she told me. She asked her husband – or the guy she married that sort of shares a house with her – for a divorce last night. Apparently after we had talked on the phone, she found him gambling online again and she hit the roof! That started the process whereby she would ask questions and he would just sit there or reply with ‘what do you want me to say’. For all guys out there – NEVER say that. All in all, she presented the facts to him – he didn’t reply or refused to answer anything and she asked for a divorce. She went to bed, woke up and went to work.
Holy crap.
I am so happy for her in that she made the decision but scared for her in that he’s truly not ‘normal’ and I fear for her and her kids for what I feel he’s capable of – not so much physically but emotionally. I hope that it can be a quick, clean break so that she can move on and normalize her life again.
Best Friend called late tonight and we lamented about our lives. I told her about my dinner and subsequent finding an almost empty bottle. She told me about the continued lack of communication and crappy support she was receiving. We talked about being responsible adults and responsible parents. We talked about how screwed up things can be and how we are better people for putting up with our own demons. Her husband had returned to his wicked ways and all the things that they were going to ‘work’ on have fallen by the wayside. I think we talked about for about 90 minutes! She has so much more to worry about in her life than I do – it makes me feel like my issues are petty in comparison. She disclosed some things that we’ve never spoken of before which made her nervous and instantly I could tell she was upset that she had said them to me. When we were done, I felt like we both got things off of our chest and was relieved to have SOMEONE to talk to.
When I stepped into the bedroom for something, the smell of old alcohol was overpowering…
Best Friend called me this morning and told me of her evening of frustration and ultimate leaving the bed to take care of business herself.
We both share the similar view that masturbation for the most part serves a purpose of release – but kind of is a let down in that you don’t have the sharing or the other person’s touch that is a great benefit of sex.
Her husband must be crazy for not taking advantage of having someone who wants to have sex with him. She wonders if he’s getting it elsewhere – I wonder if he has any interest any more. Whatever the cause, he’s stupid. His excuse to her last night was some petty reasons – one of which was that she doesn’t know how load the washing machine and her lack of doing it correctly makes it spin out of balance.
I joked that she needs to find a toy that has a suction cup on it and she can ride the washing machine while it’s out of balance. Kill two birds with one stone. I think I’ll find one for her…
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Dreams, Friends, Sex Observations, Spouses, threesome
Whoa.
Last night or this morning – I’m not quite sure when – I had a dream where I was in bed and my wife was in her ‘normal’ spot to my right. It varied from being light outside to being dark and that confused me a bit more. I felt someone get into the bed on my left side. I assumed it was a kid as that’s not that out-of-the-ordinary.
You know that feeling that you can judge the size of the person getting in bed by the way the mattress compresses? Well, this was an adult getting in bed.
In my laziness, I sort of looked and it was Best Friend!
The fact that she was in bed was not surprising enough for me to notice – kind of like it was normal.
In my dream, I stayed ‘asleep’ but kept trying to get the dream to get more involved. I would picture the two of them kissing, caressing, eachother.
I need to get this part out in the open – I have never had a sexual dream involving Best Friend. Yes, last year I got a hard on while hugging her goodbye once at lunch. Yes, we long to have someone hold us since we don’t get that from our spouses and we have thought of ways to have a cuddle session but again – not sexual. I don’t know why multiple partners hasn’t ever been on my lists of things to do. I think it’s partly because I tend to think things through a bit too much.
Two Guys/One Girl – The thought of watching some other guy fuck my wife is not a turn on. I can’t think of any reason to watch this happen. I would be pissed off – no matter how much she may enjoy it. If there were something that someone else could do for her that I was physically unable to do for her… maybe – but I cannot think of an instance. Watching her flirt with someone or watching her in a crowd setting – like dancing – is a bit different in that I always knew that she was going home with me. Sex though – don’t see it. The bi-guy thing isn’t going to work with me either. I have gone on record in the past that given the situation where you didn’t know who was sucking your dick – a blowjob from a guy would be no different from a blowjob from a girl. I have never been in that situation but I’m just saying that if it were dark and somebody just started sucking my dick – I would not think ‘hey, this tongue seems more masculine’. Me sucking someone’s dick – not going to happen – ever. Some guy fucking me – never going to happen.
Two Girls/One Guy – I think that guys are brought up thinking that this would be the coolest thing. I always think that the guy is the ‘third wheel’ in this situation. It’s almost physically impossible to pay attention to both girls at the same time and at that point that you do cum, you have almost lost your usefulness to the party. I’m not saying its not possible – I just don’t think it’s very realistic. Having two girls pleasure me – that would be nice but again, not very realistic. I have to concentrate so hard on NOT cumming that there is not way that I could handle that kind of dual stimulation. Is what I’m getting at is that it would be a quick release and then I’m pretty much just another pair of hands and mouth for a bit. If the two girls were bi-curious it could be a bit more exciting but again I would have to ask what that other girl could offer to my wife that I couldn’t offer? Is it arousing to watch two girls go down on eachother or just to see a really passionate kiss? Hell yes! Is it still arousing if one of those girls is your wife? Sadly, not as much for me.
Deep down I think those who are able to enjoy sex with multiple partners have to have a very strong relationship and communication. To be able to wash away the fear that your partner would enjoy someone else more than you or even to the point of leaving you for someone different because of something that was done during a session is pretty amazing. Those who do enjoy it that write blogs seem very confidant with eachother or are so young in the relationship that it doesn’t mean much if the relationship soured.
Anyway, back to my dream. So I’m in my bed with my wife and my best friend. They are in jammies and I’m in my underwear. Still dreaming, I try to picture them together and try to imagine them kisssing, undressing, and more. The dream never goes anywhere.
The whole dream was just the three of us in bed. Nothing more. Best friend cuddled up next to me and wife didn’t seem to mind at all.
I woke up happy that I was touched but a bit weirded out by the whole crazy dream.
