The History of Mr. B.

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My cheating ways cost me my first marriage to a woman that I deeply loved and was so infatuated with.
With my second wife I was going to break up when we were dating because I did not want to commit to just one woman. She assured me that it was okay and that it would allow her to embrace her bi-sexual nature. I should have known better. When she decided that she was really not bi-sexual, she expected me to suddenly become monogamous. Sure and leopards can change their spots. So I have been involved in exclusive affairs ever since. Some not so attractive women that were open minded and sexual animals. I even have been involved with some couples. Amber is the first woman I have had an affair with that is beautiful, sensual, erotic and open minded all in one package. She may not know it, but she is.

I gave away my virginity at 14. I am now just north of the half century mark, so have been fucking  longer than Amber has been alive. Along the way I have benefitted from some good teachers. As I am much the voyeur, I enjoy porn. And porn exposes one to things you may have never considered before.  I can remember almost all of the women I have had the pleasure to pleasure. Some stand out as truly magnificent lovers that knew their own bodies so will that they could guide you to giving them what they wanted/needed without you even knowing you were being lead. Then others so direct in leading that they were selfish and not at all erotic. Amber is neither. When we started our affair, she was a completely blank canvas. I have two years to create my masterpiece. When I have completed my work, I hope that her husband will appreciate my style and technique.

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Mr. B’s Ad

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Here is a copy of the ad that Amber replied to:

Safe and Sane Married White Male seeking like
minded Married Female for daytime rendezvous’ at my secret love nest.
Age and race are not important. But please be clean and HWP.
Let’s meet for deep passionate kissing, extended foreplay, and lots of oral.

After that lead up, the sex will have to be great.

I am vasectomy safe, but will wear a condom upon your request.

I had run this ad before with mixed results. Mostly curious housewives that gave good email, but would get cold feet before meeting. I had no way of knowing that Amber would follow through with her interest. I was keeping my expectations at a realistic level.

Thank You Amber

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Amber has invited me to contribute to the writing of her Blog. It is her desire to have the Mr. B side of the affair. With me joining in late to the dialog, my input may be out of sequence. If that is an issue for any of you followers, please post a comment and we will find a solution for you.

The “I told you!, I’m Good” Look, and a New Promise.

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After our trip to Victoria’s Secret, our conversation and a few awkward moments; We finally made it to his uhm… place and I was feeling a little more comfortable, he was overwhelming, in many ways, mostly his scent, for some reason, I can’t understand, or explain, well, it hit me like a train.  We talked a little more, we made out a little and after a while, I was ready to try on something.  I walked into the bedroom, undressed, under dressed, and came back out.  He checked me out, asked me to turn around, I did, and moved closer to him.  We kissed a little more, and he took me back to the room.  He had something to prove (He’d could make me come on oral alone), and I was still skeptical.

I laid on the bed, and we started kissing, touching, and I was little by little forgetting our awkward first moments together.  he stopped a little at my breasts, and kept working his way down to my…oh… uh…. WHOA!!!! …… HOLY….. MOLY!!!!

yes, he was down there!, He was enthusiastic, he was enjoying this as much as I was, he took me completely by surprise. I felt his tongue doing sublime movements, up and down, and everywhere, he was licking me, kissing my lips, he held and caressed my thighs, a soft yet hungry touch, I wanted more, I was moaning loud, I didn’t care, I felt his hand…a little pressure, right in that spot… I felt pleasure, and his tongue, Inside me, a little, a little more, traveling, all around my slit, he was sucking, and nibbling, and I could feel it all, his movements, soft, then agressive and passionate, I could feel his want for me, his hands traveling up and down my breasts my hips my thighs, calves and back again.  My whole body was convulsing with pleasure, moaning, and ready, I climaxed, a glorious orgasm the likes of which I had never had before… (Thinking on it, I wasn’t sure I’d ever had an orgasm before…)  He moaned a little, as he licked my … nectar…

I laid there for a while, trying to dissect, and maybe relive, what I had just experienced… so new, so foreign and overwhelming… I didn’t know whether to run or stay.  He made that choice for me.  He laid to my side, and caressed my body, he made me feel desired and warm (that freaking room of his is colder than a freezer!!!).  He looked at me, and smiled, I knew in his mind he was saying

” I Told you!!,  I know what I’m doing, and I’m damn good at it!!!”

Can’t argue that…

…His eyes, however, said so much more… They were so intense, smoldering, yet cold at the same time, he promised he would never hurt me.   Unfortunately, we both know that’s a promise he can’t keep….

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**Totally unrelated, if any of you reading is a guy, I found this interesting post on cunnilingus, y’all might wanna check it out.**

http://thoughtcatalog.com/zaron-burnett-iii/2013/08/a-gentlemans-guide-to-cunnilingus/

His idea of what we should be…And Rules

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I met Brian at McAllister’s, and told him what I was wearing, I knew what he was wearing and I knew he was already waiting for me.  I opened the door, and was overwhelmed by what I saw, he wasn’t cute!… He was fucking handsome, Like I wanna do you NOW!! handsome.  He smiled kinda shyly and I … looked away, and walked past him to the order line!  (Don’t ask, I want to kick myself! every freaking time I remember this part!)

Anyway, brave and confident as he is, he approached me, as I waited in line, he got really close to my ear, and spoke really softly, I heard him, but I was so overwhelmed by him, that I eloquently blank stared him and said…. “whut??”  He spoke a little bit louder, and slower.  “What does Hubby think you’re doing?”.  Thankfully, I found my voice again and replied “Shopping”   We chatted for a little while and he finally told me what he did for a living.  When I was done eating my salad, we drove separately to Victoria’s Secret and we shopped. He picked a few pieces and I babbled (I was nervous)… surprisingly, it wasn’t as awkward as I thought It’d be.

During our conversation Brian asked about my expectations for this new… probably to be liaison, having little to no experience in affairs, mine was simple sex.  I wanted to try new things, and to actually have sex.

He suggested that he become my Mentor and I his student.  I had no objection to it.  I actually thought it would be beneficial to learn a few things.  I wouldn’t feel so guilty if I took this affair as an entirely educational experience….. right?…

During our Conversation, we came up with a few rules:

  1. This Affair is to last two years
  2. Neither he, nor me, is to have another affair, I’m not the kind of girl who sleeps around, but it’s what’s safe and practical for both of us.  The only other sexual partner allowed are our own spouses.
  3. We are not to contact each other EVER after our affair is done.
  4. We are not to communicate during the weekends.  He goes back to his hometown and It’s my family time.

We had agreed on our rules, we had chosen our lingerie, and we had chemistry, we were ready to translate that chemistry into a physical form, and he had something to prove…

An Email, a Promise, a Date,…. and a Threat?

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An Email

I had replied to Brian’s posting looking for a sexual partner.  What I wanted was a man as attached as I was, who would never ask me or expect me to leave my husband’s side.  Someone who would care not for me, but for the earthly pleasures I was willing to engage in.  In all honesty my sexual experience had been limited to one person, and I had never tried anything other than the “missionary” position.  (I know?!, Crazy, right?!!)  Truth is I have(had) a preference for that position because it was the only position that did not hurt.  (you see, My husband is extremely large, I mean way above average, and I’m petite)

“Having a large penis is like having a Hummer Limo, I mean it looks cool and everything,  but what’s the point of having one if you can’t park it anywhere??” -@weirdassbritt

…Back to topic, sorry I tend to get sidetracked. LOL

Brian’s reply did not come right away, he made me wait a whole day, before I heard from him!!.  After that, we emailed regularly for about a week, asking questions about everything and anything, like our favorite color, one’s addiction to candy, the others’ love for cooking and growing stuff, by that I mean herbs, like garlic or thyme, not “herbs”!!!.

A Promise

I found out Brian did not like smoking, and that he had traveled all over the world, we exchanged one or two spicy emails about what he liked sexually ,he liked oral, and he liked giving(okay?), and he very confidently promised that he would make me come on oral alone (yeah, right!).  I knew how to give oral….. I…uhm,… liked it, ….sort of, truthfully…. I hadn’t done it enough to actually have a clear idea of whether I liked it or not.  The more we emailed, the more I wanted to know about him, and the more anxious I was to meet him; luckily..

A Date

…He was anxious to meet me too!!, we exchanged pictures, his was tiny, but he looked cute.  Mine, was decent, I don’t like my pictures.

And lucky me! Victoria’s Secret semi-annual sale was going starting that week.  We decided to meet Monday, around 7pm and go shopping, he asked! (I promise it was his idea), we agreed to get a couple of lingerie pieces that I would model for him. I was all nervous and excited, and of course scared.  The only way to be less scared, was to know more, for me to know more I would have to ask, and I did! I asked away, however, There was a question I asked several times, that he avoided.  I didn’t think anything of it, because I had been spitting out so many questions, I was sure he had missed that particular question, several times(?), So on the Sunday, before our meeting, I asked once more…

A Threat??

-So!, What do you do for a living?

His reply -I could tell you, but I would have to kill you…. wth?!

I. Didn’t. Sleep. That. Night!  I mean, I’m only a girl, about 4’11”  100lbs about to meet a man about 6′ who is also close to 170lbs! I was scared!.  At the same time, I looked at his picture, and emails over, and over, and in my mind he couldn’t possibly be a bad man.  Could he?…

So Monday at 7 I was wearing a pink halter top, tight jeans, and pumps, calling him to let him know I was on my way…

The Ad

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Everything has a beginning

Our story begins with an ad.  The story of how I found this ad is so farfetched, I can only assume I found it because I was meant to find it.  Because I looked in the right place and at the right moment.

Honestly, I do not remember what the ad said, all I remember is that I must have read it about 50 times. I asked Brian for a copy of the ad, but I lost it.  so I’m afraid I cannot share it with you.

I replied to the ad, looking for… I don’t know.  Nothing…. Cold, heartless sex that would be easy to dispose of,once I was done with it.

In my reply I was very clear, I wanted nothing more. I am not looking to leave my husband, and I am not looking for him to change his current situation. I wasn’t looking for a one night stand either.

I was looking for a “fuck buddy”. His concept however, the idea of what we could be… should be was much, much better…Image