Friendship, with benefits - and a farewell (edited)
OK, so I’ve not been able to make this into the regular blog I’d hoped for. Rather like letting correspondence get away from me – I feel like longer responses are warranted, but then I don’t get around to writing them, so nothing happens. Also, I’ve started (at last) keeping a professional blog with my real name, and that’s not really getting enough attention either, along with the rest of my personal and professional life.
So in the interest of fairness, I’m pruning this blog, at least for the time being. I was thinking the other day about Victoria (part 1, part 2), and the person I was telling about her noticed a little wistfulness in my writing about not having any closure. This post, then, will round things off a bit on some of what’s appeared here, and fill you in on the current state of things.
To start with, Phil & Marcy.
I last saw them the weekend after the infamous first blowjob. We talked about it at some length, and I was actually hoping to talk Marcy into showing me how she blows Phil, ideally letting me join in the fun with her. He and I would both dig it, to be sure.
Well, we did get naked, and I gave Marcy’s ass one helluva reddening with my hand (having broken the flogger last time), and Phil (always the boss) took charge, watching me fuck her as he directed the action. It may be his favorite role in a threesome – watching her get off.
I did get some blowjob lessons along the way, both as observant and as recipient, with narration, which was pretty damn hot. But I just couldn’t come easily, either in her mouth or her pussy, and I finished myself off, jerking onto Marcy’s belly. That whole pornstar thing has never really been my thing, to be honest, and it was kind of fun to do, but there was something else going on.
It was just a little weird, frankly. We all kissed goodnight, but I felt uncomfortable about the whole thing as I went home, and thought “Yeah, this is the last time for this, at least for a while.” Well, I was right – Phil & I talked a day or two later, and it turned out that Marcy had some second thoughts as well, and was planning to avoid me if I came over anytime soon.
At Phil’s suggestion, I tried calling her directly to reassure her that what we agreed at the beginning – that we’d be friends, regardless of anything else – but I never reached her. It wasn’t until February, when Phil’s father died and I saw them both at the funeral, that things seemed to be ok. I’ll be seeing them again in a more public setting soon enough, and I’m sure I’ll be able to see them again and have everything be cool. But I don’t expect to be getting naked with them again.
I’m glad to have had these experiences, though. My little mostly-vanilla life has been immeasurably enriched by sleeping with Phil & Marcy, and heck, these have been some great memories to have.
As for the present: there is something going on. Life with Misty is still great, 95% of the time, but even more sexless than ever – it’s almost as though we’ve given up entirely; I can’t remember (literally) the last time we even tried to have sex, and the last couple of times weren’t exactly successes. Meaning: I really can’t even remember the last time I had an orgasm with her. C’est la vie.
So what’s going on? I hear you asking.
Well, there’s something else, definitely. There’s someone else who I’ve had my eye on since we met, and it turns out that she’s felt the same. By “since we met,” I mean about 2 years.
We’d been spending more time together, flirting more and more outrageously. Finally, she came over to my place after a little Peet’s run, and we scooted ever-closer on the couch, finally kissing. And man, what a great kisser she is—I’ve had lots of opportunity to find out in the meantime.
We’ve talked a lot about our respectively spoken-for situations, and how each of us fits in to the other’s life. We’ve been meeting and kissing, and kissing, and kissing more. Man, do I love kissing! And these lips – soooo deep, so soft, so warm, so wet. We’re both head over heels, but in it for the long run, both with our spouses and with each other, so we’re also taking things very gently and carefully – “petting” almost exclusively above our clothes, and talking regularly about limits or other things that have come up along the way.
So yes, I’m playing with fire – I know that. We both do. But we also both think this is an outlet that can take us both a long way and give us a unique depth of true friendship, with benefits.
And that’s where I leave you, dear reader, at least for now. I may pop in from time to time (which is different from the past just how?), but I think we’ve come to an appropriate apostrophe in the life of this blog. Be well – I certainly am!
So in the interest of fairness, I’m pruning this blog, at least for the time being. I was thinking the other day about Victoria (part 1, part 2), and the person I was telling about her noticed a little wistfulness in my writing about not having any closure. This post, then, will round things off a bit on some of what’s appeared here, and fill you in on the current state of things.
To start with, Phil & Marcy.
I last saw them the weekend after the infamous first blowjob. We talked about it at some length, and I was actually hoping to talk Marcy into showing me how she blows Phil, ideally letting me join in the fun with her. He and I would both dig it, to be sure.
Well, we did get naked, and I gave Marcy’s ass one helluva reddening with my hand (having broken the flogger last time), and Phil (always the boss) took charge, watching me fuck her as he directed the action. It may be his favorite role in a threesome – watching her get off.
I did get some blowjob lessons along the way, both as observant and as recipient, with narration, which was pretty damn hot. But I just couldn’t come easily, either in her mouth or her pussy, and I finished myself off, jerking onto Marcy’s belly. That whole pornstar thing has never really been my thing, to be honest, and it was kind of fun to do, but there was something else going on.
It was just a little weird, frankly. We all kissed goodnight, but I felt uncomfortable about the whole thing as I went home, and thought “Yeah, this is the last time for this, at least for a while.” Well, I was right – Phil & I talked a day or two later, and it turned out that Marcy had some second thoughts as well, and was planning to avoid me if I came over anytime soon.
At Phil’s suggestion, I tried calling her directly to reassure her that what we agreed at the beginning – that we’d be friends, regardless of anything else – but I never reached her. It wasn’t until February, when Phil’s father died and I saw them both at the funeral, that things seemed to be ok. I’ll be seeing them again in a more public setting soon enough, and I’m sure I’ll be able to see them again and have everything be cool. But I don’t expect to be getting naked with them again.
I’m glad to have had these experiences, though. My little mostly-vanilla life has been immeasurably enriched by sleeping with Phil & Marcy, and heck, these have been some great memories to have.
As for the present: there is something going on. Life with Misty is still great, 95% of the time, but even more sexless than ever – it’s almost as though we’ve given up entirely; I can’t remember (literally) the last time we even tried to have sex, and the last couple of times weren’t exactly successes. Meaning: I really can’t even remember the last time I had an orgasm with her. C’est la vie.
So what’s going on? I hear you asking.
Well, there’s something else, definitely. There’s someone else who I’ve had my eye on since we met, and it turns out that she’s felt the same. By “since we met,” I mean about 2 years.
We’d been spending more time together, flirting more and more outrageously. Finally, she came over to my place after a little Peet’s run, and we scooted ever-closer on the couch, finally kissing. And man, what a great kisser she is—I’ve had lots of opportunity to find out in the meantime.
We’ve talked a lot about our respectively spoken-for situations, and how each of us fits in to the other’s life. We’ve been meeting and kissing, and kissing, and kissing more. Man, do I love kissing! And these lips – soooo deep, so soft, so warm, so wet. We’re both head over heels, but in it for the long run, both with our spouses and with each other, so we’re also taking things very gently and carefully – “petting” almost exclusively above our clothes, and talking regularly about limits or other things that have come up along the way.
So yes, I’m playing with fire – I know that. We both do. But we also both think this is an outlet that can take us both a long way and give us a unique depth of true friendship, with benefits.
And that’s where I leave you, dear reader, at least for now. I may pop in from time to time (which is different from the past just how?), but I think we’ve come to an appropriate apostrophe in the life of this blog. Be well – I certainly am!
posted by Adam at 9:12 AM
1 Comments:
I don't see that you are particularly well. In fact, you seem rather confused and unfocused. You've been playing a dangerous game, where many people will be hurt. You're in a sexless relationship, were screwing a buddy and his girl, and having trouble getting off with either of them, it seems. Now you're hitting up someone else, who isn't available and doing the high school kissing game. Meanwhile, it is only a matter of time before Marcy dumps Phil. He crossed the line with her by bringing you into their bed. Women may act "cool" about this for awhile, but they will eventually show their true feelings: they don't like threewomes and they don't like sharing their man with another man. She will never be able to truly trust him again. Eventually, she go off and find someone she can trust.
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