Dear Diary_HisSexyAuthorityArousesMe

Dear Diary:

I know it has been what seems like forever since I composed in you. I was sitting with my legs crossed sipping on a glass of Trader Joe’s Pinot Noir,doing absolutely nothing special when I realized how overdue I am to update you. Please forgive me for not taking the time to spend with you. I've been busy preparing for upcoming seminars and I've been working out a lot getting this body ready for the summer.

I have picked up new hobbies,productive interest and extra work to keep me busy because he was given an assignment that took him out of the country for six months. So, I have been in this big house by myself (but not really,ha).

Tonight I'm resting from having a freaky yet sensual evening with Sarge. He stopped by after his shift today. I tried to stop by the market before he arrived, but when he called he was a few minutes away so I had ran out of time. I wanted to surprise him with a nice home cooked meal by me, which is a rarity that I get a chance to cook for him because of the hours he works now.

When I pulled into the subdivision I saw his car parked in front of my mailbox. I’m not sure how long he was waiting on me,I thought he would be fussing at me for not being home. Surprisingly, he was not upset, I was shocked. I guess he was just happy to see me. It was nice to see him again.

His light eyes always draw me in to where I lose my focus when I'm speaking to him. We greeted each other with our usual kiss and hug,and he gave my ass a firm smack as I walked in front of him. I jumped and giggled then asked “wow,what was that for”. His reply,”you’ve have been a bad little girl,keeping this soft ass from me”. I said in a sarcastic tone,”no way,not me,you know where I live,and you know when this ass is available..so YOUR fault”.

I threw together a couple of sandwiches,sliced a green apple,and that was our dinner. When “dinner” was over, he massaged my feet while we watched his favorite movie “Major Payne”. There was no sex or foreplay during the movie,only laughing and my sensual foot rub. I wanted to stop him after 20 minutes of the foot rub, to see if he would try to make a move, but I forgot how he gets during his “favorite movie”. He’s like a kid, glued to the T.V. set.

I respected his movie time, but soon as the credits started rolling it was sexy time...haha. Since we were still on the lower level of the house, I didn't want to run upstairs to grab my baby oil, so I slid into the kitchen and grabbed the olive oil. I put olive oil on my tits,ass,and thighs.

Sarge was naked with his back turned, reading something on his Ipad. I tiptoed in the room, and put my fingernails into his waist then ran them up his back. He flinched then got goosebumps along with a massive erection. My reaction,I stood in front of it and bent my behind over to show off my glossy body. Within moments he had his dick deep in me,fucking me from the back. I had one leg in the chair and the other on the T.V. table. It felt like I was doing a split, with my juicy legs parted West and East at the same time. My face was turned slightly, so I could see Sarge facial expressions while he tackling my big ole booty. His face went from super serious with an occasional smile. Sarge is older than myself;however, his youthful self came out when he was in my pussy. He looked like he was shooting 3 pointers from the free throw line. And every time I squeezed my pussy on his dick, that serious face came back...haha. That’s my sneak move, to put my snapper on him because I want to feel the thick head of his penis get even larger and pulse against my walls.

He had my pussy so wet,that it was farting. I think it was because he put his finger in my asshole while he was fucking me from behind. I couldn’t talk sexy to him like I usually do, it was just too good. All I could do was pant,moan and say “ahh...ahhh… ahhhhhhaaa”. He was giving it to me good. The only thing that was missing, him pulling my hair from the back, and spanking my ass telling me how “bad” of a girl I’ve been.

I had to switch positions with him,I felt like he was going to cum and I was not ready to be done. I made me sit down on my leather armless “therapy” chaise lounge chair. I then straddled my plump thighs across him. Sucking on his tongue,our eye’s locked, my booty dropped into his lap. I began to ride the Sergeant rodeo. Oh my goodness, I love how wet my pussy gets when I ride him, she just spits and squirts my nectar all over him. He’s always soaked from his ass crack up to his navel when the ride is over. It has to be the passion between us that makes me so profusely moist when we are having sex. Although we do not see each other every day,the time we spend feels as if we paused time, and start where we left off...and it’s better each time we fuck.

I truly love Sarge, and without a doubt I know he loves me. If I had my way, I would spend the rest of my life with him. He’s full of knowledge and goal oriented, that is such a turn on to me. His sense of humor is ridiculous. No one gets to see the side of him that I do, an even more of a arousal for me. I get a kick out of sneaking up to the precinct, to see him in “action’. Once I overheard him speaking to a subordinate,his supercilious voice intimidated me. I promise you that I had to go wipe my dripping pussy before I left out. Everything that represents authoritative when it comes to Sarge has me in awe. I know kind of crazy, most fear a person who has a tight face that gives off no emotion.  Not I because you know what….the eye’s don’t lie. I know that he wants me to discontinue my relationship with my Huny. From the things that he has said to the things that he has done, like sending my fiance’ away on assignment for half a year.  Sarge knew that my Huny and I were planning our wedding, but everything had to stop when this “unexpected” top secret job assignment came up.

Fuck, I’m having a blissful moment right now. I am not in my right mind. Sarge has his flaws, and its the main reason why I stayed away. His jealous and controlling side was showing even when he wouldn’t have time to see me, he would keep my Huny on the worse cases. Those cases had my man up at night pacing the floor, there were times I had to hold him like a child in order for him to go to sleep. My baby was born to be an officer, but he has a weak spot in his heart for the kiddies. All of his cases with crimes against kids, he takes to heart. And I believe that Sarge knows that about him, so yes, he does the shit on purpose.  Also, Sarge has called him to do personal security for celebs and rich folk on important holidays,hell even one of my birthdays he arranged for him to work so that he could take me out instead of my man.

Yeah, Sarge can be a motherfucker. I thought he was a family man, I was wrong. All of his children are grown, he rarely spends time with them. He’s a chronic workaholic, his wife passed away over 10 years ago, now he is married to the shield.

I have to think very long and hard, if I had the option of being with him instead of my Huny. We are a very active couple, we travel, we have common friends, and we are very sexually active. Sarge loves sex just as much as we do;however,he can go without it longer than I've ever went, and that’s the part I dislike. My fear is that he and I settle down together and he becomes this romantic fucking machine the first year. Then after that he cuts back on the intimacy, to focus more on work….then what I am left to do?! Going back to my Huny for dick, but the tables would turned,I’d be cheating on Sarge with my ex fiance’.

Oh brother, let me finish my glass of wine. My mind is a circus. I may need to keep my good tight,wet pussy and fire blowjobs to myself until my Huny returns. The more time I spend with Sarge the worse things will be, and ultimately I will have a decision to make.

He’s very attentive to my needs when we are together. In addition to,the sex being so damn good to me. And the fact he has power over many, and I have dominion over his heart and mature mind fascinates me.

My wine has my dozing off while typing.Til next time.

Yours truly,

~Dream~

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DearDiary_AMouthful_Confessions

Dear Diary:

Wow,it has been a minute.  Please forgive me for not cracking you open and spilling my guts,but things have been constantly busy for myself.

Today was the first time that my Huny and I had a kinky encounter. My mind and body was utterly turned off by him.  It was something about this last situation, that put me in a bad head space. A couple months ago, I caught him cheating...yes,AGAIN. But this time,oh boy this time,was way heavier...AND....I got clearer results,answers and a lovely dose of sweet REVENGE!!

I was able to get a favor called in with a Federal Agent friend (former boo thing/lover of mine).  He hacked into my Huny's phone,and retrieved data from it that was priceless.  One I learned that he had another phone with a prepaid wireless company,that was only given out and used to contact his groupie "Badge Bunnies".  These were women from his work,from his cases,and a couple associates of ours. Yours truly is sexy,talented and on top of that-intelligent. Guess what I did?!! I cloned this "hoe phone" of his and started some unexpected shit! These women did not know if it was him or someone else contacting them via text message or when I used a voice changing application to alter my sexy tone into a brash male voice...one chick even sent a provocative photo of her raggedy ass pussy,it looked like someone ran her cunt through a meat grinder...yuck. Another chick consistenly called the phone during hours she knew he was home with me,and had the audacity to leave threatening voice messages and text (something I am sure HE put her up to...because he had NO CLUE what in the hell was going and whom it was in his shit so deep).

I was simply mortified by the images,messages,and phone calls that came into this hotline of his. I couldn't help but confront him regarding all of this,and of course his initial impulse was to LIE about everything. But there was nothing to deny,once I presented the phone logs,and printed text. (See as an officer girlfriend, we know if there is an accusation you better back it up with some concrete physical evidence.) He was angry,I was pissed off to the highest of piss-tivity,he wanted to kick my ass,and I wanted to ring his motherfucking neck. There was a lot of screaming,cursing, and blaming. I informed him that I wasn't afraid to leave him&report him to Internal Affairs...because how DARE HIM to send his team of bitches after ME!!! Me, the good woman who has stood by your side throughout the years....OMG-the treachery!! He tried his hardest to explain himself,I do not recall a word of what he was saying because I know I "blacked out" and went into furious black woman mode.

For several weeks,we did not speak,for several nights he slept in his office,and for months the refrigerator was on empty...no dinners were being cooked,if anything was made in that kitchen,it was for myself only.  I think what finally broke the ice was when he went to go take a shit this morning and there wasn't any toilet paper. Well,none that he knew about anyway.  "Babe,can you please tell me that we have some toilet tissue...I just took a huge dump,and I need to wipe my ass"he cried out to me from the downstairs bathroom. I waited at least three minutes before I tip toed downstairs,and handed him the toilet paper while holding my nose. He grabbed my wrist as I reached out to hand it to him,"darling...baby....please....can we stop this"he pleaded. I stood in silence because I wanted to hear what he had to say. "Baby,I am tired of sleeping on the sofa and my office chair,nothing is more comfortable than sleeping next to your soft sweet smelling ass.....what can I do to make it up to you this time....the hoe phone is off...and nobody is speaking to me anyway since they found out about the crazy J.I. Jane chick you are....the fellas found out too and they won't hang out with me no more....baby,you're all I have,please let's start over....what do you want a couple new purses or a new car". I took a moment to think about my reply....."I do not want anything from you,I sure as hell do not want no damned purses,and I do not need a new car the car I have is just fine".  I walked away,closed the bathroom door behind me,and I went back upstairs.

Seconds later,he comes upstairs...crawling on all fours,with my Dominatrix paddle in his mouth. His eyes and his half pulled down True Religion jeans were clues that this was an invitation to spank his ass....so I did and I used my leash to walk him around. He whimpered like a little puppy because his knees were beginning to hurt. I shoved his nose into my crotch and I said...."smell this good pussy you naughty dog you.....smell it....smells good doesn't it....well,you won't be getting any today...because you have been a bad dog....and there is punishment for dogs who roam". I turned around,put his head deep in my big chunky booty crack and released a tremendous fart.  He tried to pull his head back out of the path of the horrible scent,but I grabbed his head and forced him to inhale my atrocious ass fumes. After the gas waves were clear,I spoke to him firmly"now naughty doggy...do you know what NOT TO DO".  He whimpered like a dog and nodded yes. I leaned down to kiss him and we both broke into tears. For 30 minutes we were on our knees in a tight embrace,crying and kissing.

As I get up because my knees were killing me,he pulls down my pajama pants,spreads my sweet buns,and begins to lick the crack of my milk chocolate ass. I froze from the pleasure of his long warm tongue massaging my anus.

I could not allow him to get back in that quick,by turning me out....not today. I helped him up from the floor,and pushed him back upon the bed.  I snatched off his jeans then reached for my "special oil" and poured some into my palm. I begin to jerk his dick with both hands, in a ringing/twisting motion. Although I did not want to,but I couldn't resist, I had to put my lips to his throbbing dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head,as if he was demonically possessed. (A strong indication that he was immensely enjoying this pleasure.) I then removed both of my hands from his dick,simultaneously I sucked him and massaged the inner portion of his thighs with the remaining oil. My head,was twisting back and forth,left and right,occasionally releasing enough spit down on his shaft.  I went all the way down on the dick,until I gagged and puked a little of my morning cappuccino on him. I stopped briefly to wipe him off,he's still hard rock (indicating that he's turned on from me throwing up on his monstrous erection). I proceeded to give him by far,the best headservice he's ever gotten from me. He held my head,grabbed me by my hair,and I pointed to the mirror...mouth full of his dick. An awed delightful vision,we were spectators of our own reflection. I began to moan, aroused,from my fellatrix performance. His dick starts to vibrate,his legs are trembling (a strong indicator that this sexy blowjob is soon coming to end). I am even more turned on,so I go down deeper on him,until I feel the head of his penis tickle my uvula. "OOOOHHHHH....UUUGHHHH....ARRRRGHHH"he loudly moans as the thick volcanic like burst forces itself from the hole of his penis. His dick is still in my mouth,as he is cumming,and this vast protein shot to my throat caused me to projectile vomit his lap. This wonderful time,the puke came from my mouth and nose....so he got a lovely "gag gift" I earled chunky grainy nacho chips&cheese (my snack after my cappuccino).  We both couldn't do anything,but laugh our asses off. It was sexy,gross,and yet we were equally aroused. And I got the great pleasure of seeing him scrub nacho cheese&tortilla chunks from his unshaven pubic area&ass crack...oh yes,I got him that good....all the way down to his butthole.

My huny was not out the door no more than ten minutes,and the phone rings....its the Sarg. He was calling on his break checking up on me. He wasn't really talking about anything particular,just making conversation. In a poor way...but his method of trying to make amends...is staying in touch knowing things are off balance between us.  The Sarg has a lot of things on his plate, and he does not have the time for a woman like me. The sex is less infrequent,and I rarely see him. I'm not sure if its because of his age,and sex is not a priority in his life....maybe he is embarrassed because he struggled with his erection the last time we had sex.  I am not sure what is with him,but I do know that he's pretending to be happy and diving more into other "things". I'm not a doctor,but I do know when you leave things open like we have,it leaves room for assumption. And I believe by him not dealing with or discussing what's affecting his erection and our intimacy,its leaving us stagnant. And I do not have time for all that....NO LIE,the (polyamory) Goddess in me truly loves him......BUT...if he does not want to talk about it or deal with the matter,then I will stay my pretty brown ass with the bright skin trouble maker I have at home....because he is MORE than a handful...and mouthful,laughing out loud.

Kisses to you,

~Dream~

Dear Diary-My Confessions July30_2013

Dear Diary:

I am sitting here,at the local Starbucks...people watching and sipping on a green tea latte. 
I needed to get away for a lil, my phone is on silent, and I am ignoring the world for a few.

It has been a wild season, I have not had time to compose anything.  All I've been doing is work, school, and family then repeat.  I wish I had time to entertain something else.  

My huny and I are recovering from a small break.  We had to separate briefly due to things getting out of hand. We still love each other, and we truly miss each other when we are apart,but our relationship can be toxic at times. I did not want to be on an episode of Snapped, and he didn't want to be on trial for dismembering his significant other.

I'm not sure where to start,I think I will start with one of our recent highly fueled moments....
I was getting ready for my usual date night with Sarg and my huny comes home early.  I am dressed in my most sexiest-hair curled,make up on,Burberry in all my sweet spots,and the dress...this dress,oh my goodness,it complimented my curves in a way,that when I wear it...it demands attention...knee length, and my ass looks awesome in this dress. Anyway,my huny gets back in town from working on a case in Macon,GA.  He was not due to be back home until Sunday night.  This was an intense case where the father and grandfather were the suspects...so I knew that he wasn't going to be home any sooner than I usually expect him. 
My huny comes into the bedroom while I am slipping on my heels, and ask"where are you going all dolled up?" I gasped and jumped from being startled. "Heyyy baby, welcome home"I said. "I wasn't expecting you home so soon...did you get the case wrapped up early"...I tried to ignore his question. "No, I have to go back next week to interview some more family members....and answer the question...where are you going on a Thursday night"..he demands. I tried to come up with a lie really quick,I got nothing...so I belted out"its ladies night at Hooters,the homegirls and I are all meeting up for drinks".  "You are lying to me right now, there's no such thing as a motherfuckering Ladies Night at Hooters...you are lying to me....so again....where in the fuck are you going"....he is very hot now.  I was like a deer in highlights...dumbfounded and speechless-I was busted.  "So is he coming to my house to get you or you were going to meet up with him"he asked. "He who"...I'm playing dumb. "Don't play like I am an idiot woman, you know damned well who in the fuck I am talking about...is that fat motherfucker coming to my house to pick you up"...he is bright red now and he looks like he wants to choke the shit out of me. I slowly replied in my most smallest voice,"he is on his way here to pick me up". 
"Ahhhh...now we are getting somewhere....this motherfucker...my superior or not....is coming to my goddamn house to pick up MY woman....oh okay"he said in a devious yet sarcastic tone.  "How did you know I was seeing him"...I asked.  "You don't get to ask any questions....AND I am not answering any questions from your LYINNNG ass" he said. 
I really didn't know what he was going to do next, I was not prepared for what happened next. My huny ordered me to bend over across the bed, so he could fuck me.  He fucked me so aggressively from behind, I was afraid he was going to put his dick in my ass...he was just that mad at me.  He kept talking major shit the entire time about Sarg and I.  He called me "trifling" and a "no good heifer".  Then he goes into question&answer while he is giving me a powerful dick down. He wanted to know was Sarg dick bigger than his....he wanted to know does my pussy get wetter with him....and he wanted to know did I love him.  I tried to answer all his questions, but it was very hard to do in between the tears he brought on from dicking me with a massive erection. It felt sooo good, but I did not want it like that.  Also, I kept thinking during this sexual beatdown,"Sarg is going to pull up at any minute....he is going to ring that doorbell...what the fuck am I going to do".   
My huny knew exactly what he was doing.  He gets me into the missionary position and forces me to look him into his eyes....then he kisses me very aggressively, it felt like he was possessed by a demon...that is the way his tongue slithered along my lips&tongue....that part frightened me....yet my pussy was still wet. 
Amazingly, he did not mess up my hair or makeup....I ran to the mirror to check as soon as he was finished tormenting me. "See,I didn't mess up your hair or your makeup"...he says in the most sarcastic way. "Wow....so this is how fat ass gets you...all dazzled and dressed up for his old tired ass"he said...while attempting to adjust my dress for me.
The doorbell rings at the same time my cellphone goes off....its Sarg...he is outside. 


(To Be Continued)
~Dream~

Dear Diary_Dream The Cop Magnet

Dear Diary:

I decided to dust you off, and crack you open. I am well over due to write a composition. My time to myself has been very limited. The holidays came and went, we vacationed with his family in the deep back woods this year. That was a fucking trip (no comment). A lot of things have happened and changed since my last writing. I do not know where to begin. My huny is still being his same ole loving and cheating self. And I'm still doing my thing,not sure if its as often as he is, but when I do its always not what I do...its who I do it with,ha ha ha!
I've been working on my career a little less lately due to his promotion. He's got more pay,more responsibility,and more time to fuck off when he's away from me. I'm so convinced that its a cop/law enforcement thing...that all of them cheat and they are all closet freaks. 
I had some situations come up where I had to check a couple of his subordinates. Yes,they tried me, and hard. I'm not sure if it was a test he put in place, to see if I would bite back. But, I showed him, I didn't pay those piggies no mind. Okay,I admit that I did exchange numbers with one rookie cop who I met at the market. I had no intentions to give him the pussy, we primarily text sex talk, and exchanged a couple freaky pics. He wasn't never getting my pussy,he was too worried about who my man was. He kept asking me "tell me his name". "I promise I won't say a word,don't you think I should know who he is"he would say. That right there was a turn off, him continuously asking about my dude. There was no reason he needed to know anything about him, for what? So he could go around bragging"I am fucking so in so girl". Oh hell no. I quickly cut off all communication with that thirsty ass rookie.
I didn't let it get that far with the next officer that came onto me. He was a close buddy of my huny, he knew I didn't play that shit. I politely decline his dick offering and thought nothing of it. And of course, I didn't mention it to my guy because he would've kick buddy ass.
I love my huny, he means so much to me and although we both do our own thing at times, we always come home. He's an excellent provider, he is my best friend and he pleases me all around. 
Recently, we met a new gorgeous swinger couple. A husband and wife doctor team, both are freaky as hell. Nice people, but too raunchy for me at times. Their right up my huny alley for play partners. I suspect he's seeing them outside of the times I'm with him. No,I know for a fact he is fucking without me. I installed a GPS tracking device into his Iphone,once I traced  him at their house at 2am. He told me that he was on a call out,dealing with a child abuse case. A typical lie he tells when he wants to get out at night(sigh,same shit different day). I haven't confronted him on it yet because there are some things I'm doing presently that I don't want him in my shit for,ha!
See, after that party for my homeboy I received a call from the Sarg(same guy who was in VIP with me when my guy tried to bust up the party,same Sarg who is my huny superior). Yes,that Sarg. He wanted to see me for dinner. I accepted his invite, and we went out to a cozy place in Alpharetta. I had no expectations of this date, surprisingly the Sarg is a charmer and very romantic. He opened doors,pushed my chair in and gave eye contact the entire evening. We played footsies under the table, I massaged his ball sac with my feet while separating the graham cracker crust from the cheesecake during dessert. 
The Sarg is sentimental,romantic, but has a freak nasty side. I got that vibe when he kissed me before I got into the heated leather passenger seat of his BMW. His tongue was damn near tickling my uvula. And the way he grabbed me, I knew he had a strong sensual aggressive side. 
I did something with the Sarg that I've not done with any other. I allowed him to fuck me in our bed AND he has stayed overnight. Yes, very dangerous, so risky. I'm not sure why, but I'm doing a lot of things I thought I'd never do. I feel kinda at ease knowing that Sarg is the one sending my huny on assignments, he knows his coming&going. However, its scary how comfortable Sarg is with this situation. Also, the Sargeant and my huny have so much in common, its frightening, but yet they're so much the opposite. They share the same birthday(different year)the same line of work,same favorite color, and they both drive the same car(but different color). YES-too fucking coincidental.
The sex with Sarg is deep and sensual. He rarely fucks me, he mostly makes love to me. He pays close attention to every part of my body and sexes my soul. He's always telling me how beautiful I am,how much he's been thinking of me and how sweet my pussy is (constant text I receive or statements he shares while we are sexing).
Although the sex with Sarg isn't a 3 ring circus like with my huny, its satisfying. He isn't a super fucker, but he has his own pluses and he's very tactful in all he does. He's admitted that he's pussy whipped and in the same breath he warns me"girl,you have my heart now, do not play with me". Wow, I thought. The Sarg is falling for me. I got to admit, I'm falling for him too. He has my mind,heart and genitals. I miss him when I can't see him, and I go out of my way for him often. This affair is more than sexual, that's what frightens me. I knew it was more there between us when I turned down sex with my huny because I had an encounter the same day with Sarg. That only happened once because I cannot refuse giving my huny sex, he knows my appetite and that sends up an immediate red alert if I don't give him his pussy. 
It was awkward, I squirmed slightly because I didn't want him going down on me knowing I had been with Sarg earlier that day. Plus, I just knew he was going to call me out "your pussy feels different"since he claims he knows when I've been with another. Well, that is a lie or myth because he never knows when I've been with Sarg. I think it has something to do with their dick sizes too,one isn't shaped like the other or long as the other. 
I know I should be feeling some kinda way kissing both and sucking both of their cum. I should be ashamed...right? Sleeping with my guys Sargeant, but I'm not. The high has worn off,so there is no gratification. I'm happy with my choice to see Sarg. We date, he does things for me when my huny is off on one of his sexcapades (aka call outs or impromptu out of town trips). We do couples things, but we do them discreetly. 
The Sarg has asked me to be only his, I am afraid. What the hell and how could I transition to only him? How could I ever show my face among their co-workers? Truthfully,I don't really care what people think, I just don't like the looks they give,I'd hate to cuss them all out...and keep it moving. They are going to talk no matter what. They know my huny is an avid cheater,but not everybody know we're swingers. Cops cover for one another, Sarg told me that. I know a lot of inside shit now, and will never utter it to a soul. Sarg even confessed that certain lines should never be crossed as an officer, but "their all human"he added.(Guess he excluded himself from that group.) 
I don't know what the future holds,I'm going to take this one day at a time. Enjoy the sex,passion and spoiling I'm receiving from Sarg and continue peeping my huny whack game. I want to see how long he's going to continue to see this couple behind my back before he invites me back into their fuck club. I may refuse to swing with him again,I'm not sure. All I know,right now I am satisfied. To hell what he is doing really,right now I don't give a fuck. I'm getting mine from both ends,so I have zero complaints. I'm in love with two different men,getting two different types of dick, being taken care of outside of sex,shit...I am so good right now. I feel like Hannah Montana,I surely do,yes indeedy,I got the "best of both worlds".
My huny and I got engaged on New Year's Eve, nothing has changed with us. Not a damn thing. No wedding date has been set, no plans have been made. The ring is beautiful,but you know what they say "the ring doesn't mean a thing". 
I must wind this down, I'm sitting here sipping my green tea and rubbing my head,trying to figure this shit out. Valentine's Day is approaching, not sure how I'm going to pull it off. My huny has made reservations at our favorite restaurant. And the Sarg has been talking of this day for a month now,he's got a big romantic extravaganza planned.Oh me,oh my-I want to spend that day with them both. I hope Sarg doesn't make something happen to where my huny has to work over, so that he and I can spend the evening together. I'm going to give the Sarg some of my good pussy (&asshole access) along with a bottle of Bleu de Chanel cologne for his gift, and surprise my huny bunny with a tight bodied exotic dancer&tickets to Mike Epps comedy show.
Well I am off til next time, stay tuned.
Kisses to you,
~Dream~

Dear Diary A Tale of Two Cheats

Dear Diary:
It's a chilly Georgia morning. My cup of green tea is nearby and I'm tightly wrapped in my purple plush blanket. He's in the shower. He's very late for work, yet you wouldn't think so by long how he's been in the damned shower. The bathroom steam mixed with the cold air from the bedroom looks like translucent fairies dancing in the hallway.
This morning was the first time we spoke since he attempted to crash the event I planned for my Deputy friend. Yes, he came home early from his "assignment" and showed up to the event. He tried to show his natural light bright ass. Thankfully the Sarg was there to keep the drama down to a minimum. 
The event itself was pretty wild,lol...that Sargeant of his is one nasty old bastard too. While giving him a bomb ass private performance, he gets down on all fours and starts eating my ass. He ate my booty so well,felt like I had a dick in my ass. The Sarg spanked my butt so well, he left bruises. During my sexy dance, I put one leg on his lap and he fingered my pussy til my juices came down to his wrist. Sarg licked his fingers,his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I thought he was about to have a seizure or heart attack or something the way he was acting,lol! Good thing I know CPR because I would have not went as hard as I did. Sarg and I did not have sex during his Platinum VIP session...well, not really.  It did not "count" I shall say. Sarg was condom ready, soon as his lil pecker hit the entrance of my warm pussy oven, he came. Heyyy,that was the easiest money I've ever made, and the $100 tip wasn't bad either. 
Things were all good til we heard this loud drama downstairs. Sarg and I stopped to listen, but we could not make out who it was doing all the fussing. "Man,do not go up there dog"we heard the Deputy say. The entire party got quiet, then next there was a knock at the door. "Hey Dream,can you open up the door we need to talk"it was my guy. I almost responded to him,but the Sarg covered my mouth and he replied instead "son,what's the problem can your Sarg unwind a little bit before we head into the office tomorrow...you know we got a couple cases to wrap up...and I wanted you to be the lead on this new case I got last night". All we hear was a hard sigh and "yeah sir sure". He left the party, and made no ruckus. 
I'm sweating bullets when I go downstairs to check on the guest. My girls were shaking their heads walking toward me. "Girl,I tried to text your phone, but I don't think the signal good in here"one of them said. "Dream,how did he know about the party,somebody told his ass"said one of the dancers. 
"YOOO DREAM"my Deputy friend yells and motions for me to come to him. "Yo boy almost ruined my party dog,what was his problem and he came with ANOTHER CHICK,but that's YOUR MAN though,dog,has mad issues...I'm glad Sarg was here to check his punk ass". "Hun,I had no clue this would happen, I wasn't expecting him home this soon, I apologize for his behavior tonight love and what wait....you said he came with a bitch"I asked. He confirmed by nodding his head. Before my assistant could stop me, I had my best friend Ray on the phone heading to our house to beat dude ass. See Ray is a former felon, and he is very protective of me and he hates all kinds of law enforcement...especially ones who try to run tired game on females. "Ray,he brought a bitch to MY event tonight and tried to clown on ME"I yelled into the phone. The phone was glued to my hear,Ray knew I was upset because I never handle money business while on the phone. "Look Dream, we gonna get that ass, I am in route to your place now, do not come right home wait 20 minutes to leave the party then come on aiight"Ray directed. 
My whole demeanor changed. The girls were ready and my things were packed, all I had to do was have the ladies tip out and I could bounce. Med School, my assistant was being the voice of reason"are you sure you want to do this Dream,you know you love that man, is it really worth it, and hell yal both cheatin, so I do not see what the big fuss is about,if you really want to hear the reality of it all...so bitch do not lose your life over no damn mess". She better be glad that we are cool because I think I would've knock the hell out of her scary ass for talking to me like that because that night I was another bitch. "Look bitch, I am a grown ass motherfucking woman and you have no fucking clue what I deal with, with this man, so you need to just shut the fuck up, I know what the fuck I am doing, I got this bitch,so thanks 'ppreciate the concern but mind ya damn business on this one, and ain't nobody losing their life...I wish he would put his goddamn hands on me, so girl just stop it"I responded. 
Med School and I hugged,she said "ok girl,be safe". I started my twenty minute delayed drive home. I got half way there,I called Ray to check and see what was going on. "Hey bro,what's up,where you at"I asked. "I am sitting in the car outside of yal house, parked in front of the mailbox across the street, glad you called I was sleep"he said. "Sleep,I thought you had a plan Ray,what the fuck"I nipped at him. "Hell,I was in the studio drinking some Courvoisier when you called"Ray explained. "You know what Ray,just go home,you ain't doing shit tonight, dude will whip your drunk ass if you try him,so gone home man,talk to you lata"I said. "Alright then,you sure you good Dream man,this cat needs his ass whipped for disrespecting you tonight love"he points out. "No babe,I am good, I am going to handle this the old fashioned way...kill him with silence&kindness....I am going to ride this out". We both said goodnight and hung up, I waved as I passed him leaving my block.
I opened the garage door, he has a different color car. Which meant he got back home early enough to get reassigned another work vehicle. Or did he trade the car before leaving for Puerto Rico with that female companion of his. This man think he is really slick, all I could do was shake my head coming into a complete dark house.
As I lift my suitcase to take it upstairs, he comes from out of nowhere. I did not speak nor did I make eye contact, he did not speak;however, he was looking for an explanation. I was not about to volunteer any information, so I remained quiet. He would not say anything, all he did was stare at me. I went upstairs since he wasn't talking about anything. He came upstairs behind me. He grabbed for my arm and I pushed his hand away. "Okay,I see you do not want to talk maybe tomorrow"he retreats downstairs to his office where he spent the night.
I got up early the next day to make sure all the trash was together, so he could take the bin to the street before leaving out. I walked passed his office, the door was locked and closed. His phone rings,he answered it quickly"hey what's up...yeah, I know, sorry about that,but I was going to call to explain...oh yeah...well,let's just cool out for a lil...things are getting too wild over here...I will call you when things change"he hangs up. I wanted to knock on that damn door so bad, but I tip toed back upstairs and scurried to bed before he noticed I was up lurking. 
I know he was on the phone with the woman he went to Puerto Rico with, he was explaining himself too much. Plus, I installed a device into his phone,HA,I got the bitch name and number before the private investigator did. Her name is Felicia DeVry a Alpharetta resident and a married attorney. AND her wealthy husband found it very interesting that his wife went to Puerto Rico with my man. He found it so interesting that he beat that heifer ass the night I told him. AND she didn't like that nor did she like that he and I met up on more than one occasion. YES, I got very familiar with her spouse. Mr.DeVry can eat a mean pussy and his stroke isn't bad for a 58 year old rich guy. During these couple of weeks of silence at home, Mr.DeVry has been keeping me company and slightly spoiled with lazy romantic afternoons at the Loews hotel. The first afternoon he had their Chef come to prepare us a custom Southern lunch. Fresh greens,superb mac n cheese, the wine was divine and the steak you could cut with a butter knife. When lunch was over he drew me this awesome bubble bath. The Bose radio played soft classical music as he washed my curvy body. Mr.DeVry is an old school freak, he brought a waterproof french tickler. He made me cum so hard, but before I climaxed he grabbed a wine glass "stand up babydoll,here...cum in this glass...push very hard, I want all of your juices, I don't care if its mixed with your pee darlin,push...that shit...out...for me!" Flabbergasted, yet utterly aroused I did as Mr.DeVry requested. 
The rest of our meetings were different, the Chef had already prepared lunch before I arrived, and Mr.DeVry became my bitch boy slave. He wore a black Zentai suit,nothing showing but his lips. Each day he would have a different costume for me to wear. I donned a traditional leather Dominatrix outfit,a Roman Goddess costume and a Victorian Princess costume. I am not sure where he got these costumes but they were hella expensive,the fabric quality was excellent. And with each costume change came different freaky request. On the day I wore the Dominatrix outfit, Mr.DeVry begged he could smell my ass, he pleaded that I fart in his face, he followed me around the suite on his knees and he watched me use the toilet. He deeply inhaled my stinky shit, when I got up to wipe my butt he slowly pushed my hand out the way and forced his head into my plump cheeks. I leaned forward, he rubbed his face deeper into my shitty crack. He scooped some of my poop out of the toilet and massaged it all over his Zentai suit. Yes, Mr.DeVry was covered in my doo doo,lol...that kinky yuck shit-like literally. I think he had his Chef put some laxatives in my lunch that day too because I've never had a stool that loose and the extreme urgency after eating spinach and white cheese pizza. 
On the day I was his Roman Goddess "Julia"as Julia he was my demented young lover. Mr.DeVry went back to his childhood that day,lol,he dressed in a oversized baby snap bottom 1piece t-shirt. He worshiped my breast, my nipples are still healing from him aggressively sucking them. He whined and cried mocking a rotten toddler, he wouldn't shut that shit up until I massaged his dick. He asked me to baby powder his bum and Vaseline his anus. And he sucked his thumb when I milked his prostate. That Mr.DeVry, he really loves his asshole played with. 
Our last meeting, I was the Victorian Princess Dream. The lunch was over the top. Fresh fruits, all chocolate covered. A whole roasted chicken, turkey breast, gravy, wild rice, red smashed garlic potatoes, numerous seasonal vegetables, all kinds of breads, pies, a cupcake tower, and a candy table a child would OD for. This was truly a meal suitable for royalty. 
No Zentai suit for Mr.DeVry on this day, he wore his Ralph Lauren tux, and wow did he look very dashing. Bright clear skin,6ft3in...with curly salt&pepper hair and no stumble on his face. He definitely had that Barack Obama swag going on. He fed me, whatever I put on my plate...he fed it to me and lightly cleaned my face when I was done. He applied a gentle kiss to my lips and one to my forehead then took my hand leading me to dance. That was the longest waltz I've ever danced, and the first time my partner and I were naked when the music stopped. He bowed to me, and insisted that he pick up my big booty up before we got onto the bed. Amazingly, he did not drop me nor did his back give out. On that day of being the Victorian Princess Dream, Mr.DeVry, Felicia DeVry's husband made passionate love to me. His strokes were deep,filled with sensuality. He made my knees shake from the orgasms he gave. I saw his eyes moist with tears he held back. I placed a finger under his eyelid and a waterfall started. There was nothing either of us could say. I pulled him closely in my bosom and tried to make it okay. When the afternoon was over, we both knew it was time to cease the building affair. We watched each other delete our numbers out of our phones, hugged and went our separate ways. I never heard from Mr.or Mrs.DeVry again. Now checking his phone records, she never contacted my man since then either. I bet things worked out just fine for them,I am happy I was able to save a marriage. 
He's finally out of the shower. He cracks the bathroom"baby,I am not going to work today,I'm staying home with you, we need some time alone today...you know like we use to,no phones...no computers...just us, in our house,our bed together...what you think bae"he asked. I had to think about what he was asking,I didn't respond right away. Ten minutes later, he comes out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, smelling too damn good. He gets in my face"woman,you heard me talking to you, I said let's spend some quality time together today,what do you think about that". I had no emotion on my face, yet when I replied back to him my face went into a full cheshire cat grin"Yes,that is fine dear". 
We've been in bed all day, he is asleep next to me, in full snore mode. That make up sex must have been off the chain, he is smiling in his sleep. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, so damn lovable and I cannot help but to apply soft kisses to him during his slumber. 
I am not sure what tomorrow holds for us. I am not sure will I ask about the scratches on his back, that I did not put there. And I am not certain if he'll bring up the purple bruises on my inner thighs. All these things could corrupt us, if we allow it. Today I am not thinking about the bad,my pleasant thoughts are with the man I chose to love...who happens to be the person who is in this bed with me right now. 
A courier left a brown envelope at the door, its from the private investigator. That envelope will be there tomorrow, therefore that's where it shall stay until tomorrow. And we will deal with it tomorrow. Got to finish up. He's waking up now, ready to fuck me again really good. 
Take care&stay tuned
~Dream~

Dear Diary Shall I Creep or Swing Pt2

Dear Diary:

I can't believe what just happened. Oh my goodness, this was far the worse experience that I've ever had.
The neighbor comes out the bathroom, and my guy is standing in the doorway with this look on his face. It was as if he was aroused and upset at the same time. I did not have a chance to warn the neighbor guy that he was in the house.
He made us have sex in front of him, it was the most awful thing. My pussy barely got wet and the neighbor dick wasn't rock hard. However, he did eat my pussy very well, but the sex was horrible all because he was there forcing us to perform for him. He even took the safety off his gun,puts it on the table,gives this"bitch you better make this good"stare.
When the vernissage was over, the neighbor starts to put his clothes on, my dude tried to make him stay. The neighbor got in his face, he was not about to watch us have sex. I had to get between the two"stop it,let him go baby,we did what you wanted,so let him go home please". The neighbor,who served in Iraq suffers from PTSD(Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) shoved his shoulder into my guy then said"yeah,let me go baby,before its some major problems".  
I was so scared that these two ticking time bombs were going to explode. The entire time I was debating should I grab his gun or grab the garden hose and start spraying these two heated hounds. Thankfully, the excessive force was not necessary the neighbor left without anything extreme popping off. He only reminded my guy that it was "HIS idea to keep an eye on me while he was away", and added he "did not understand why he was upset for". 
Oh wow,so he had the neighbor guy watching me while he's away. I can't help but wonder was fucking me too included in that babysitting package. I wanted to ask him more about that, but he wasn't up for a full blown conversation. He was naked and waiting on me to finish with him. I tried to head for the shower to freshen up (since I was post fucking our neighbor). He pulled me by my wrist and put my hands on his dick "get him right,you are going to take care of me right now,fuck that shower". 
I thought he wanted me to stroke him til he got hard, but no he said"put them lips on my shit". He begins to fuck my face til my eyes are watery. I made sure the suction was super strong, sucking with hopes that he would cum from the blowjob. Oh but he he did not cum at all from that champion headservice I gave him. My lips and face were aching from sucking him so damn hard. I had to plead with him to stop, so I can ice my cheeks.
As I am reaching for an ice pack in the freezer, he comes up from behind. He starts to grind on me with my head halfway in the freezer, I almost bumped my head trying to close the door. He pulls me to the floor, we start fucking on the kitchen floor.  The sex was somewhat good,but different this time. He had that same look of displease in his eyes. I did not make a sound as he pounded my ass. He did all the talking, never skips a stroke,fussing while in the pussy. "I knew you were fucking behind my back...did you forget who the fuck I am...why do you think I am stupid...I am a lot smarter than you know...did you enjoy fucking that fat ass neighbor...did you like his little dick better than this big dick I am giving you right now...you hear me talking to you...answer me"he demands. Softly I replied"no honey". He rams his pink cock in harder"no honey what". "No honey, I did not enjoy his dick better than yours"I said with my eyes looking up toward the ceiling. 
I couldn't help but reference the movie The Color Purple, I felt like Miss Ceily when she and Mister first had sex. Hell yeah it was kinda similar. He was sweaty, angry, and talking shit while punishing my pussy. When he reaches orgasm he does not bother to pull out, he forcefully releases all of his hot cum in me "ahhhhh,now take that to your fuck tard boy toys and that fat ass neighbor,let them eat that,HA"he climbs up,leaving me on our cold kitchen floor marinating in his ejaculatory fluid. 
Since that happened he and I have not had sex, he's away this week on assignment. Last week, I ran into a lawyer friend I use to be cool with. I asked him to do me a favor(he owes me anyway with all the pussy I've gave him). I asked that he get one of his private investigators to follow my guy. 
Having good pussy really pays off.  Wow that was fast. I woke up this morning to a text"give me a call, I have some information about your boy, I think you should know". I have yet to call him back because I want to know,but not really...no rush.  I will call when I am done planning this gentlemen's party for an old friend,its his birthday soon, he's hired me to host the event. I'm getting dress headed to his place...will continue once I leave there.

I knew it, I knew it!! We wind up having sex....omg. Why didn't I masturbate prior to going to this man house,wow. I kinda felt that it would happen, since I hadn't had sex in weeks. Dammit,I could not resist, he's tall,with honey skin,a bright smile and he knows how relax I get when I am at his place. The panties just disappeared once my juices started to flow. Sex with him was never raunchy, he loves to slow stroke the pussy. He has the most softest hands for a man that I have ever felt on my curvy body. "You have the best head ever,I miss that shit,girllll you sure do know how to suck a motherfucking dick"he shares. I had to hurry up and pop his dick out my mouth, I felt that cum rising like a volcano. During sex,he gave me multiple orgasms with that pretty 9inch dick he has. But hold up...he almost spoiled it,by attempting to remove the condom during sex. "Noo,oh hell no,what do you think you're doing"I scolded him. "I just want to feel you,like we use to do"he explained. "We can't do that no more honey,I've not sleep with anyone else unprotected but my guy since he and I met...and I'm not about to start having raw sex with multiple men,no sir"I said and proceeded to put him on a new condom.

I'm back home, I did return my lawyer friend call. The private investigator found out that my guy is not away on assignment presently, he is in Puerto Rico with a female companion. Also, this female companion is not the only woman that he spends time with. The investigator sent pics to my smartphone of my guy on his lunch hour, with various different women. Some of the women were co-workers and others were random unknown females. In a few of the pics, he is with this larger-I mean huge dark skin woman. She must be his regular piece of ass. In one pic, they were hugged up kissing in her driveway, at 4am. 
HA,I got his dinner,dating cuffing ass now. I told my lawyer friend to continue following him for one more week and spare no expense with the pics. "Make sure you get them printed in various sizes and close up"I requested.  
I am numb right now, shocked, but not really. My intuition is rarely ever wrong. I feel lighter though, the guilt of sleeping around behind his back has lifted. Now I can exhale,phew.

Anyway, its the weekend,I will deal with that bullshit later. I am oiling up, getting ready for my old friend birthday event. The dancers and my protege' are already at the location, I am running late. I took a shot of Absolut. Shit, I need two more. Fuck it,I'm taking the whole freakin bottle with me. My old friend,whom party I am hosting is a mother effing Deputy. He and my guy are "co workers"...they work for the same county,but different departments. When he and I went over his guest list there were familiar names on it...a couple buddies and associates of my guy. None of that really concerns me, what has me on pins and needles...my guys Sergeant is on the Platinum VIP list for tonight. You see,how we have things set up for this party, anyone who is on the Platinum VIP list receives time with the host....which is myself.  After the information I received about that guy, I am going all out! Oh hells yes. Yours truly is stiletto fresh,hair down to my ass and I'm wearing a new fabulous hip hugging dress. My Deputy friend paid me good money to make sure his birthday party is a blast. Trust and believe I am going to make that happen. 
Prior to this evening,I had to share my fears with him about the invited guest, but he said "what goes on at a cop party stays at a cop party babe...I told Sarg that you were the host and he is cool with it...why you think he pulled out a stack, to get that Platinum VIP treatment". I had to ask more"what else did he say,any special request?" "Oh you know Dream it,we are cops we always have to get that extra extra"confessed the Deputy. Then he said,"he had me laughing my ass off,Sarg said hot damn,I've been dying to spread that pretty brown onion on my lap...tell her to relax...her man is a prick, big Poppa wants the royal treatment". "So Dream Momma,you better bring it!"said the Deputy. 
Mister man is due back from "assignment" tomorrow evening, enough time to be sober and tightened back up. 
Shit! I got four missed calls from the girls,got to go the party needs the host.

Kisses to you,
~Dream~

Dear Diary Shall I Creep or Swing

Dear Diary:
Thought I would crack you open.  Its been awhile since I sat in deep thought.  I am sitting in this chair, staring at the bed. Tangled up sheets, and the thrown to the side comforter. The scent of hot sex still lingers. I can't help, but revisit the memory of how it got that way. 
He came home after being on assignment for a couple of weeks. He looked so tired, but I could not help but pounce on him. Something about him, tired or not, he turns me the fuck on. 
His moods are not always the best after being away like that, I try to distract him from the stress with my attention. It helps, but its only temporary. I see the job is wearing on him.
Last week was our anniversary, and of course, I celebrated it alone. Well, not really. I invited a friend over for drinks.  One thing lead to another, he winds up under my dress. We had sex on the living room sofa, on our anniversary. I felt so horrible afterward, but not really. He wasn't home to celebrate our anniversary. Honestly, I don't think he would've remembered if I hadn't mentioned it. His focus is work, even when he is home, his mind is at work.
When he came home this time, he seemed overly suspicious. He was looking through the trashcans, he turned back the sheets thoroughly examining them before laying down. What was he hoping to find? A condom in the trash or cum stains on our sheets. I would never be that stupid, to bring another in our bedroom...and like really...not change the sheets. I was very particular about bringing another home, I was cautious where we play and I make sure that I do a thorough sweep of the room after my playmate leaves. 
I want to have sex with him so bad, he seems so tense. I want to relieve whatever doubt or frustrations are on his mind. He is laying on his back, rubbing his sexy bald head.  I kiss his temples, softly kiss his lips and slowly kiss my way down to his lap. I apply a little more moisture to my lips and mouth, I go in firmly on his dick. My pussy immediately gets wetter, the taste and the contact with his dick gives me a exuberant sensation. The rocking of his hips, while his dick is in my mouth, keeps my nipples hard as pebbles. I slurp his warm clear precum, a signal to go down further on his throbbing shaft. He grabs my hair, massages my neck and face, my head bobbing becomes sexier. Moving my head in rhythmic waves,up and down,down and up til he cums hard in my mouth. His legs are shaking, he slaps the bed, shakes his head "oh baby,you know how to get me every single time,I love it when you do that to me"he said. My mouth full of his cum, I bashfully smile, then swallowed his load. 
I reached under the pillow, to hand him his gift and I see a part of a gold condom wrapper peeping out from underneath a magazine that had fell behind the bed. "Oh shit" I panicked. "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY HONEEYYY" I blurted out. I quickly shoved the box in his face, to prevent him from looking where I was looking. 
I don't recall what he said when I hand him the box, that contained his Armani sterling silver diamond encrusted cufflinks. My mind went blank. All I could think of was, how in the hell did that fucking condom wrapper get behind the bed. 
It's morning he's getting dressed for work, I pretend to be sleep, I watch him with one eye open. He checks his phone, spends an awful long time on the phone outside on the porch. I tried to listen on the conversation, but he's very good, he kept checking inside to make sure I was not up. The tone of the conversation was not work related, it was a woman he was on the phone with, I could tell.
He comes over to my side of the bed,brushes my hair away from my face, and leans in to kiss my forehead "sweetheart, I'm about to go, the Captain has a special announcement this morning,so I have to leave earlier than usual" he explains. "Oh ok,honey,have a good day, and be safe"in my most softest voice. 
As soon as the Impala leaves the driveway, I one-grab the piece of wrapper from behind the bed and two-I rush to get dressed. All kinds of thoughts are running through my head as I get dress for my day. Undecided what to wear, I contemplate the lunch date I had planned for with another. Yes, I want to rack my brain about who was my man on the phone with,but not really. I am not surprised. I knew in my heart that he was seeing someone else. His stories about working late nights and an abundance of out of town trips were all obvious clues.  The sex between us didn't change, that is usually the first giveaway,but not here. He and I both have a very healthy sexual appetite. Which is why we mingle in the swinger lifestyle. At times, he is more than I can handle and at times, I crave variety that he can't satisfy. So it works for us.
Yes, I know he and I are breaking the rules of the lifestyle by seeing others, behind each others back. I want to stop, fucking other people, I truly do. I feel like I can't stop, I get extremely lonesome when he is away with work. I've spent holidays, including my birthday alone in this house. Well, at least he thought I was alone, for Christmas I cried my eyes out. And I called over the neighbor, he made me dinner.  I spent my Christmas with our neighbor, fucking at our dinner table, when he called to check in, I did not hesitate to pick up the phone. I answered the phone while bent over with the neighbor. He didn't know, I was eating fried turkey and I was being stuffed by a pudgy piece of cock on the other end. 
When he came home to ring in the New Year with me, he was happy, overly happy. That was not in his character. He's dancing in the doorway, his arms full of gifts for me. I am excited to see him. As I lean in to kiss him,I noticed smeared lip gloss glitter on his ear lobe, and his shirt collar held a hint of an Avon perfume product. 
Am I upset that he sleeps around me on me? No,not really. When he takes care of me, and does what he needs to do, why would I be upset with him? I am highly disappointed that he uses his work as an escape goat. We could easily entertain others,as we have in the past. I am not sure what happened to us. The affection, the passion still remains, its apparent we still love each other. 
It's dinner time now, he's late, I had to put his plate in the microwave. I decided not to go to lunch with the other. I stayed home to finish up some work and I baked him his favorite Key Lime cupcakes. 
I had a couple of glasses of Moscato to calm my nerves, so I am tipsy. We greet each other with our usual hug and kiss. I taste the alcohol on his lips too. He explained that he and a couple guys stopped at the bar after work for some drinks. While scarfing down his dinner, I paid close attention to his bulging mid section. "Yuck,he's gaining weight,must be eating that bitch cooking too"I thought to myself. He's chewing with his mouth open, I couldn't help but give a look of disgust. He stops eating "whaaat,what's wrong baby" he ask. Being sarcastic I say "that food must be good or you must be hungry". We both burst into laughter "BAHAHAHAHHA". 
Dinner is over, he's rubbing my feet, and we're watching ESPN.  "Baby,what ever happen to the old days, when we use to party together,I miss that" he said. "What do you mean, we party, just last month we went out twice to two different nightclubs" I said. "Nooo,not that kind of partying, I mean, meeting up with other couples like us,for fun" he explained. "I don't know,you tell me, you're the one with the busy work schedule,your job keeps you out of town a lot,do we even have time to go out and meet couples like we use to" I rebutted. Then he went into this big speech about how he wants to re-engage into the swinger lifestyle, and how our relationship needs that spice and we would both benefit from it. Some of what he was saying was truth and the rest was bullshit. 
I finished off the bottle of wine, placed the glass on the table "so are you going to introduce me to one of these women who you've been seeing, if I agree to this" I asked because I wanted to know. "What women, how do I have time to see anyone, I work and when I am not working, I am home with you" he tells me. "Yeah ok"I say. He turns off the TV and heads into the bedroom,so we can shower before bed.
He runs the water, while the water is getting ready, he eats my pussy til the bathroom is good and steamy. I am drunk from the wine, my head is spinning, I hold onto the back of his sexy bald head for balance. He stopped licking me before I could cum, pulls me up "come on,this shower will help you sober up". He helps me into the shower, when I am stable, he goes to use the toilet. He flushes "AHHAHHHAAAA"I scream, the cold water shocked the shit out of me and I was sober quick. He runs into the shower,almost busting his ass,he stands in front of the showerhead until it reaches warm again. Awww,how sweet of him. He's always looking out for my safety. 
He makes love to me in the shower, it was very good. My breast he held tightly against his chest. We damned near sucked each others lips off our faces. Feeling slightly nauseated from the wine, I turn around to hold onto the wall. His dick throbbing near my cervix, my pussy squeezes down on him. He bites the back of my neck. We both begin to orgasm. During climax he starts talking real smooth"baby,you know I love you,I will never hurt you...I want us to start swingin again, we are gona do it because you know I am not goin anywhere...we need the fun...and...and the first thing we are gona do is...meet all the motherfuckers you have been fuckin off with behind my back....yes...and you are gona bring them here....one by one,I want to see them fuck you...so I can do it even better". Before I could respond, he covers my mouth, his dick still hard in me, he thrust himself deeper inside and ejaculates. He turns the water off, hands me a towel. I am speechless. 
So, I am sitting here thinking. How am I going to get any man to come fuck me in front of my man. A few of them know I'm involved and a couple have no clue. The ones who know about him, know his occupation and they know how intimidating Officers can be. From the beginning he made that known "tell him you don't need him no more,you have a cop now". He damn near ran off all my friends. 
There is no way in hell I am going to be able to convince anyone to go through with this. Not any who know about his ass,that is. The one person who I had in mind, won't do it because he is afraid that he'll have him arrested if he fucks me too well. I know, it sounds stupid. 
I want to please him in anyway I can, but this is difficult. I don't want to lose him. I feel like I owe it to him. And why the fuck I am not focusing on the affairs he's had? Besides the glitter from the lip gloss on his collar and the time away from home,that's the only proof I have. Which is not enough proof, to bring it up to him, he will only say that I am "deflecting". 
I would ask the neighbor to come and join us for play,but he hasn't had anything pleasant to say about him since he spent Christmas with me. I called him this morning and I explained the situation to him, just to see what he thought. The neighbor said"he only wants to do this to show you up and to stroke that fuckin Cop ego of his. It's not about you Dream, its not about you guys' relationship, its all about him, his ego and his insecurities...listen,if he loves you...like he says, he will back off you and if you love him...do not go through with it...work on your relationship together and if you want to swing,do it, but with non threatening parties...a person neither one of you knows,that's if you want to be a swinger again...with him". The neighbor made all valid points, everything makes sense now. 
I went next door to get some ice, the icemaker is not working again. The neighbor was busy, told me he would bring some over when he was done. 
The neighbor is here, we had sex in his office chair. He's in the bathroom now. What an incredible feeling. I am in our home, in his manly retreat,naked,sweating from the wicked sex I had in his office with the neighbor. Let me check my phone, its been going off since he got here. What the fuck-I just received text messages"I saw the neighbor guy go nside the house,I know ur there wit him now,tell him I'm cumn n NOW&u better b ready2fuck n front of me or I am going2choke you out&kick his ass".
Oh shit,he's at the door!!
TTYL...
~Dream~

Why Do They Cheat?

From the Desk of Madame Dream:

Hope everyone is enjoying  their weekend.  I know that I am. I'll be havin' some freaky fun as usual.

So how is everything going in the world of romance and sex?  I have an interesting topic to discuss today...why men/women cheat?  Now here is what I will do-list some common problems/reasons why cheating happens...if you have your own to add let me know:

1.  Your partner has lost interest in you or you have lost interest in them.

  A. Time changes people and often the person you grew into isn't the person they met & your partner doesn't like that new person you are.

2.   One of you don't do the things that you use to do when you first met.

  A. He use to buy roses and spoil you with gifts...then he stopped.

3.  Another person has caught your fancy.

  A. This other person they are attracted to are at times, the total opposite of what you are...or they're the person that he/she wishes that you would be.

4.  Your partner was enticed (sometimes unintentionally) by another to be with them (your partner was preyed upon).

  A.  That other person does what I call "massage" their ego...what we call back home "gasin' your head up"...doing & saying things to your partner that makes them feel good...basically rollin with whatever and 110% totally down for your partner.
  B.  The other person pursued your partner knowing they are in a relationship. Perhaps your partner did brush off their advances initially;however,still fell victim due to psychological games played by the other person.

Those are a few of the common reasons "Why People Cheat"I am sure everyone can come up with a list of a dozen...but these are the top ones.