<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900</id><updated>2011-12-24T17:01:59.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extramarital affairs without guilt</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about me &amp;amp; my lover and how he fucks me. With my lover I live out my fantasy of being a whore. Some will judge &amp;amp; say that for cheating on my husband I am indeed a whore. I know I am not the only woman who engages or fantasizes about engaging in this behavior. If you cannot read this without placing judgment, then I suggest you find another blog. I want readers who want to read about how I love to be dominated, used, violated, and enjoy every minute of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-6165510619840295049</id><published>2009-02-08T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T18:37:03.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Adventures of Melanie</title><content type='html'>Honey, I'm home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels soooo good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since I was last here.  Nothing terribly exciting or life changing, but still a lot of things are different.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to sit and stay right now, so quick update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last posted in the summer of 2007 when I wasn't seeing much of the Tin Man and was really bummed about it.  Well things went downhill from there as far as the affair is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed jobs in the fall and that was a very positive thing.  But by winter I wasn't seeing the Tin Man at all.  Long story short, I was much too attached emotionally and he was afraid our luck at not being found out was soon running out.  A good friend of his got busted in an affair and the wives were good friends...blah blah blah... so suspicions were high on the homefront and we cooled it for a while and finally called it quits altogether.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It literally took me a year (Nov. 07 - Nov. 08) to get over the affair.  I didn't realize how painful it would be.  We tried remaining friends, but I had to cut all ties because I wasn't healing or moving forward.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to the point only recently when I was able to take calls from and make calls to the Tin Man again.  I still have the hots for him sexually.  But the emotional investment is not as intense as it once was.  But, I know myself too well; if I see him or have sex with him again, I'll fall off the wagon so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a couple of trysts to help me get through things.  (Did you really think the whore in me would go without any sex for a year???  PLEASE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to fill you in on what has been happening.  Thanks for checking in like you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-6165510619840295049?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6165510619840295049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=6165510619840295049' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6165510619840295049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6165510619840295049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-adventures-of-melanie.html' title='The New Adventures of Melanie'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-8614782316541188505</id><published>2007-06-30T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T20:36:24.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOOOOOO!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe people still come here looking for me; thank you to those of your kind enough to drop a comment or send me an email to find out what I'm up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I've not posted much.  Partly, I guess, is because I don't have the steamy stories that were once the meat &amp; potatoes of my blog.  Yes, I'm still very much involved with the Tin Man, but we just don't see each other much and needless to say I'm not having much sex. (OMG, Jonny, how do you do it???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's post is a little confession.  I have been soooo horny (that's not the confession part), and I've been so deprived of sex that I have been SERIOUSLY thinking of re-connecting with a guy I met last October while on a little break from the Tin Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the sex with this guy was great.  Secondly, I just need a good hard cock pounding into my pussy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Man knows about the guy during our break.  He knows that I've not had enough sex and feels badly about it.  He understands that I may exercise my options.  Yet, I would much rather have the Tin Man much more often, and I feel a little guilty about having these sexual needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know of a way to change the name of your blog or completely transfer it's contents to a new blog?  Email me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-8614782316541188505?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/8614782316541188505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=8614782316541188505' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/8614782316541188505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/8614782316541188505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2007/06/helloooooo.html' title='HELLOOOOOO!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-4232905298761785258</id><published>2007-01-24T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T06:33:13.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.getmyspacecomments.com/&gt;&lt;img src=http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h191/curion123/k172/ciubi/hd/14.jpg title="MySpace Comment Codes"  border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;left&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.getmyspacecomments.com/'&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;MySpace Comments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-4232905298761785258?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/4232905298761785258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=4232905298761785258' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/4232905298761785258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/4232905298761785258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2007/01/myspace-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-6687275187814114297</id><published>2007-01-23T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T03:31:04.947-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Got Back Together</title><content type='html'>I didn't write much about my break-up with the Tin Man because it was just much too painful at the time.  But now that I'm seeing him again I'll try to explain what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September TM accepted a new job that was going to adversely affect scheduling time together.  First the job was going to require him to go out of state for some training. Once he returned, his office was going to be quite a bit farther from where I work.  This new job was not going to allow him the flexibility throughout the day for us to get together as we had always done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought us to that place that a lot of us have been when you know a relationship is coming to an end.  Remember when you were dating someone and for reasons beyond your control you can no longer see each other much, however you don't want to break up because you want to avoid the pain?  Yet, you know that the pain of seeing the person move on, perhaps with someone new, will be even more painful than a break up.  So what do you do?  You try to move on and replace the person so that you won't have to deal with the emptiness and you'll also feel better when the other has also found someone.  Because hey, now you have someone too.  It's the beating them to the punch kind of thing.  Break-up with them before they break up with me.  Find a new girl/boyfriend before they find a new girl/boyfriend.  This happens when people move apart, when couples go to separate colleges, or other similar circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, we talked about how we wouldn't be seeing each other much and how it wouldn't be fair to expect the other not to have their needs fulfilled; afterall that is how we initially came together was to supply a basic need for sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So TM tells me that he does not care to see anyone else, doesn't want to see anyone else, has no plans to see anyone else, and that he's done with that except for what we had &amp; perhaps may continue to have, but on very limited basis now.  He also assures me that it's okay for me to do what I need to do.  He says he understands if I decide to seek a new friend with benefits.  And I never say that I won't do that, but I also don't say that I will.  As a matter of fact I disclose that I've looked on the AFF website where we initially found each other; I admit to creating a new profile.  He continues to tell me that he hasn't and that he won't do that.  He professes that I was "it" for him.  And most of all he professes his love. And I guess because I was confessing my own new "search", I believed that he would confess too if he were doing the same thing.  So that left me with believing what he was saying, which was that he was not interested in starting a new affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know and I don't need the lectures!!  I know what many of you are thinking.  Why would I believe someone who is having an affair with me?  Why would I believe someone who is living a lie &amp; cheating on his wife?  Well I guess I just wanted to believe those things.  I guess I wanted to test the truth to that and secretly hoped that even with the new job things would not change between us; afterall he was telling me that he loved me and didn't want anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I found that he was looking for someone else.  He was looking for someone in the city where he would be for training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lectures, please.  I've done it too, you've read about it here.  The difference is that TM knew I was doing it.  I did not ever say that I wouldn't do that.  And all of those other affairs were before we became exclusive, which by September was already more than a year that there hadn't been anyone else but the Tin Man.  I saw other men while involved with the Tin Man, but that was before our agreement to see each other exclusively.  I never disclosed who or how many others I saw, but it was assumed that I was doing that.  I never felt the details were his business... he didn't owe me anything and I didn't owe him anything.  We were just fuck buddies at that time, and not exclusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my feelings got really hurt.  Mostly because I didn't expect it.  I wanted to believe the words that he said to me and now I knew that I couldn't.  And it made me wonder how many other things were not true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me the lectures, I'm not stupid, but I was perhaps too hopeful for honesty in an adulterous affair.... LOL...yes, I can laugh about it now and accept that I was a stupid fool.  Believe an adulterer, HA!  I am one too and I've hidden behind the "not disclosing is not the same is lying" fallacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the message of:   wake up stupid, foolish girl...stop living in a fantasy....see this for what it really is, a relationship based on nothing but deception, I found myself angry at the Tin Man and very angry at myself.  I hated that I had revealed so much, that I had been so vulnerable, shared things that were so personal, and that I had fallen in love.  I asked him not to call me and told him I didn't want to see him.  I just needed the time to think and to feel the pain of what it was and what it will never be.  You know that when you are in a situation that brings you pain, sometimes you push it aside just so you don't have to deal with it.  It's like that pile of work on your desk and tackling the little jobs that you like and procrastinating over the ones you hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been 7-8 weeks that I didn't have any communication with TM.  Zero.  No emails, no phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so miserable.  I cried a lot.  There was a Friday after work when I just couldn't hold it in any longer.  I'd held it together all week while working and I just lost it that Friday evening.  I couldn't even hide it because I was at home.  My husband asked me what was wrong and I told him I was just having a case of the blues.  I needed consoling so badly that I finally asked my husband to hug me.  I just needed to feel human touch and consoling.  And it was the first time in more than three years that my husband had hugged me and it felt strange to be missing another man while in the embrace of someone who had not physically loved me in so long.  Like Jonny wrote about in a post of his, &lt;a href="http://nightsidejonny.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-of-affair.html"&gt;break-ups&lt;/a&gt;, there is no one with whom you can share the pain of your break-up when the heartache is over someone with whom you're having an affair.  (Also see my previous post &lt;a href="http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-title.html"&gt;TM break-up&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the weeks spent apart from the Tin Man, I learned that I missed the friendship more than anything else.  I just wanted to talk to TM about the little mundane things that were going on in my life.  I wanted to feel the intimacy that I didn't have with anyone else.  I wanted the emotional and spiritual intimacy more than I wanted the physical/sexual that brought us together in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally one day I had an email from TM.  He started by apologizing for not honoring my request that he not write or contact me. He said he just couldn't stop thinking about me and if I didn't write back he would accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I heard from him all I knew with 100% certainty was that I really loved this man and his friendship meant a lot to me.  I knew that if we didn't resume a sexual relationship, I still wanted him to be a part of my life.  Yes, we are both adulterers, liars, whatever other awful things some may want to label us (I'm not saying they aren't well deserved labels).  But, we're like EVERYONE reading this... we're not perfect.  We were (still are) friends who care about one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied to his email and we began talking, emailing, and eventually met for lunch.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are now seeing each other again just like before.  I'm trying to keep my eyes open this time and just worry about today.  I love him today.  We have a friendship today.  He's my best friend today.  Tomorrow it could all change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my previous post I received a comment from Regal which was basically good wishes with the cautionary note that hopefully the pain of breaking up with TM wouldn't be something I'd have to go through again.  Regal added that although painful, I was probably on my way to healing.  That comment will with certainty come back and haunt me.  I've had break-ups before in my life and felt like I would die.   And after some healing time I'd reach the point where I was still sad, but no longer felt like dying.  Then BOOM, he (whoever at the time) would call and suddenly we'd be back together only to set myself up for that inevitable pain again.  When things with TM end again (and they will and someday it will be permanent), I will regret this reconciliation.  I will be crying, and hurting, and hating myself for ever getting back into this doomed affair.  Silly little heart is still 17 and it wants to stop hurting and wants to feel love &amp; joy again.  My brain is 41 and telling the heart.... stupid, stupid heart, you're setting yourself up for pain again; be strong you're doing fine.  But sometimes the heart has a mind of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see someone else for sex only and one-time only (it was like taking a Valium) during our little break; just because I needed to for pure pleasure of the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon I'll write more about the reconciliation and about the most wonderful time TM &amp; I had 10 days ago.... after all, that's the purpose of my blog to give you the steamy details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you also want me to write about the "Valium"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-6687275187814114297?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6687275187814114297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=6687275187814114297' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6687275187814114297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6687275187814114297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2007/01/how-we-got-back-together.html' title='How We Got Back Together'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-6439584830897116772</id><published>2007-01-13T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:09:34.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Man Update</title><content type='html'>I've been seeing Tin Man again and I am both soooo happy and also a bit torn.  It's just that pain of forbidden love knowing you'll never have it all.  Most days (80% I would guess) I can live in the moment and appreciate the many good things about this relationship....actually this fabulous friendship.  I just love him very much and I believe that he loves me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some quality time with him yesterday and it was the best in a very long time. Not just the sex, but just the togetherness.  I've been talking to him daily for a few weeks and it was awkward at first getting re-connected.  We actually got together before Christmas for a little sexual rendevous, and while it was very good, we were both having an off day. I know it was due to some painful words &amp; actions while we were apart.  I may explain that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've not posted in a while, but the holidays &amp; work have kept me very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come back soon and fill you in on all the details.  Thank you to the many new people who have left some very compassionate comments.  I promise to try to get back to you personally very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-6439584830897116772?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6439584830897116772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=6439584830897116772' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6439584830897116772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6439584830897116772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2007/01/tin-man-update.html' title='Tin Man Update'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-1672380199911754420</id><published>2006-12-24T13:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:54:13.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sexiluv.com/" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k12/snl2552ab/sexiluv/holidays3/whipmeSanta.jpg" border=0 alt='sexy &amp; romantic glitter graphics myspace code sexy images'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-1672380199911754420?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/1672380199911754420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=1672380199911754420' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/1672380199911754420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/1672380199911754420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas.....'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-6584496826143773910</id><published>2006-12-22T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:55:02.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Blogger Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sexiluv.com/" &gt;&lt;img src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k12/snl2552ab/sexiluv/holidays2/glSantasLap.gif" border=0 alt='sexy &amp; romantic glitter graphics myspace code sexy images'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-6584496826143773910?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6584496826143773910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=6584496826143773910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6584496826143773910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6584496826143773910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-blogger-friends.html' title='Merry Christmas Blogger Friends!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-4010053887800200185</id><published>2006-12-13T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T06:23:44.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Weird Things About Me</title><content type='html'>You may be reading this because I have tagged you to post in your own blog Six Weird Things About Yourself. If I didn't tag you, leave me a comment if you're going to list 6 things anyway so that I can go to your blog and read about your weirdness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I tagged you, just follow the simple rule of listing your six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think these things are weird, but when I share these things with people I know (friends, coworkers) they think they're weird so they must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the wind. I don't mean just a windy day, I mean the wind. When the wind is blowing and I'm outside, even only briefly, it just makes me damn irritable. It puts me in a bad mood. I had an office with a window at one time and I didn't even like looking outside when it was windy and I could see the trees swaying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the taste of dirt.... good rich soil, not sandy soil. I therefore like raw, root vegetables. Other veggies that taste like dirt.....I love alfalfa sprouts because they really taste like dirt, as do raw mushrooms. Yes, I used to eat the mud pies I made as a kid. I once visited a place where you make your own pottery, because I wanted to take the class; yes, I wanted to eat the clay. LOL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm selectively claustrophobic. I'm not bothered by being in elevators or a small closet, but I freak when having an MRI, and I do not like riding in the back seat of a car with no back doors. (I'm slightly hyperventilating writing this one while thinking about the MRI machine.) There are other odd places that bother me, but I can't think of them right now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw the Exorcist when I was really young, my idiot older sister let me watch it. To this day I HATE that movie. I can not stand to see previews of it. I am terrified of any scary movies that deal with demon possession. Almost everyone has received crazy emails where you are viewing pictures of cute little puppies in PowerPoint and then someone sticks a picture of Linda Blair in there to scare you. I do not find that funny AT ALL!!! Occasionally I still have nightmares about demon possession and think I will begin levitating in bed. (Why did I write about this one, I'll probably have a nightmare tonight.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most women with natural boobs know that their boobs are not exactly the same size and are a little off in few ways. I have one nipple that becomes REALLY nice and perky when aroused, and the other embarrassingly not as much.... LOL. I've told my lovers that I have an innie &amp; an outie; or that I have one nipple which is an introvert, and one which is an extrovert. One is like a brand new pencil eraser and the other is an eraser that's been worn down. The introvert comes around with the right amount of coaxing : )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate clam chowder although I've never tried it.  Just the sight of it makes me ill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am tagging:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nightsidejonny.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Numero Uno Blogger, Jonny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://anonymapersona.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Hot Anon Chick&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://desireous.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Oh So Naughty Des&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dayinthelifeofoblivion.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oblivion, My Fellow Slutty Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretloverslane.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cheating Cherie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-4010053887800200185?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/4010053887800200185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=4010053887800200185' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/4010053887800200185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/4010053887800200185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/12/six-weird-things-about-me.html' title='Six Weird Things About Me'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-6934237703642952432</id><published>2006-12-07T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T23:17:29.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About My Marriage</title><content type='html'>This is the first time I'm posting about my marriage.  I've had hate-comments from people who hate adulterers, men &amp; women who call me a whore, comments from people who feel sorry for my husband, etc.... blah blah blah.  I've never responded to those comments because no one, but I and my husband, knows what goes on in my home, in my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this post is timely because Jonny just posted a little something along the same line. Cheaters should perhaps work on their marriage instead of &lt;a href="http://nightsidejonny.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-only.html"&gt;cheating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some facts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I've been married a very short time, barely more than 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I've not had sex with my husband in more than 3 years; since Spring of 2003 to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My husband is 14 years older than me, but I do not believe that's the reason for our lack of a sex life.&lt;br /&gt;4.  My husband is a very good person.  He is a nice man.  He is kind, hard-working, charitable, fun, funny, physically active, outgoing (by no means a couch potato), doesn't drink, doesn't smoke, and has really no bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;5.  While a wonderful person, wonderful man, he is I believe asexual.  He does not need nor does he desire sex.&lt;br /&gt;6.  We have been to counseling on two occasions to address our sexless marriage.&lt;br /&gt;7.  His problem is not physiological.&lt;br /&gt;8.  He states that he finds me attractive, I have no reason to doubt his statement.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I do not have any reason to believe that he has been unfaithful, but I'm not so naive to think that it would not be possible.&lt;br /&gt;10.  We enjoy one another's company.  We do many social things together.  I can not say that I am "neglected" for we go out together a lot.... dinner, concerts, cultural events, little vacations,.... really spend a lot of time together.&lt;br /&gt;11.  We live like roommates; sleep in separate bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I chose to move into a separate bedroom more than a year ago because I could not deal with the physical rejection night after night.&lt;br /&gt;13.  I can not change whatever my husband thinks, believes or feels about sex or the lack of it.&lt;br /&gt;14.  I am human with a basic human need for physical affection to include touching, holding hands, kissing, hugging, and sex.... none of which I get from my husband.  He doesn't need these things so he's incapable of giving it because it doesn't register with him.&lt;br /&gt;15.  In counseling my husband has stated that my "stronger sex drive" and my "confidence", and my interest in using toys, and my comfort with masturbating are all things that have made him feel "INADEQUATE".  As if by enjoying these things he is inadequate and incapable of pleasuring me therefore why even try.  However, these are his "assumptions" and his beliefs which I can not control.&lt;br /&gt;16.  I can only control how I choose to fill the void in my life.&lt;br /&gt;17.  I can choose to stay married until the pain of staying married becomes greater than the pain of leaving.&lt;br /&gt;18.  I choose to remain unhappy, unfulfilled, an adultress until I find the courage to leave.&lt;br /&gt;19.  Why should I sacrifice the security &amp; lifestyle until I absolutely have to or feel ready to change?&lt;br /&gt;20.  If I were to compile a list of 100 things I want in a partner/husband, my husband would be 99 of those things.&lt;br /&gt;21.  While it is a mere 1% of what I need that my husband does not fulfill, that one percent feels like everything when I feel like I am dying inside.  It is human nature to crave, need, and deserve physical, emotional, and spiritual intimacy.  From infancy we need that to thrive, and we need it the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;22.  I do not feel guilty about my affair nor about falling in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;23.  I do love my husband and care for him deeply, but not in a romantic or intimate way.&lt;br /&gt;24.  I really do not want to repair what is wrong with my marriage.&lt;br /&gt;25.  I have told my husband that I am very unhappy, unfulfilled, and that I have thought about leaving.  He continues to live as if there is nothing wrong and I've learned to do that too.&lt;br /&gt;26.  Lonliness when you aren't alone is the worst kind of lonely.&lt;br /&gt;27.  My marriage was empty and I was emotionally divorced even before falling in love with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;28.  I am not afraid of being alone or being single, I am afraid of the transition; and truthfully the comfort &amp; security of not having to do everything alone.  I know I can make it on my own, but let's face, who wants to start over?&lt;br /&gt;29.  I am not asking for your permission, nor am I justifying how I have chosen to live.  I just wanted to let you into my world so that perhaps you too would realize you're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;30.  I do believe there are good marriages, but I believe mine is beyond repair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-6934237703642952432?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6934237703642952432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=6934237703642952432' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6934237703642952432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6934237703642952432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/12/about-my-marriage.html' title='About My Marriage'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-6155303189799094274</id><published>2006-12-07T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:20:18.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fucked Up World</title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who has left a comment or has sent an email.  My heart is broken and a few of you understand and have shared your own heartache.  It's been nice hearing from those of you who are married and have experienced the heartbreak of an extramarital affair.  Not too many people would be compassionate unless they've been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not seen TM since late September.  I don't want to go into too many details so I'll try to summarize.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM and I knew we were soon going to drift apart.  A new job for him, new schedule, more physical distance, and scheduling conflicts.  I hinted that since we'd be drifting apart perhaps it was time to see others.... no more exclusivity.  I brought it up, mostly out of fear.  My way of guarding my heart of the pain that was inevitably coming.  He reacted the same way.  I learned that he was on the 'prowl' for a new lover.  My feelings got hurt.... very much so.  That's what happens when you profess your love for each other and jealousy sets in.  So, feelings were hurt all the way around and we stopped communicating for several weeks.... no emails, no phone calls, no meetings.  Then he emailed out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very hurt and angry, but we have exchanged some emails and have spoken on the phone a few times.  We've not seen each other in 10 weeks (??), we've not gone this long in almost three years.  Communication is now very brief and a bit awkward.  I don't want to resume where we left off, I don't think it's possible, and even if it were it's just too painful.  And I'm not sure that I just want the email/phone call friendship either; it's just a reminder of what it can not be and what it once was.  But I can't let go either.  I want him in my life if only as a friend.  Yet keeping him even only as a friend in a way either keeps me from investing my energy in my marriage (about which I will post in more detail later), or perhaps enjoying a new FWB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in this thick skull of mine that one can have sex without love.  So why is it that when we are having sex with someone and then love becomes part of the equation we become possessive, jealous, and get our feelings hurt so easily?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my relationship is with TM at this point, I don't even know what I want it to be (if anything).  One thing I do know is that I don't like how much I miss him and how much I want him day to day.  I don't like the moments when I am driving down the street and I begin crying, or when at bed time I cry into my pillow because I want to wail and cry loudly.  Love stinks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-6155303189799094274?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/6155303189799094274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=6155303189799094274' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6155303189799094274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/6155303189799094274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-fucked-up-world.html' title='My Fucked Up World'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-4891164220852271030</id><published>2006-11-19T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T21:30:34.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>I can not even think of a title for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you have written to ask where I've been. Thanks for your emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been in the mood to post since ending my affair with the Tin Man in early October. It was a painful break-up and I just can't stop hurting and it really sucks. I can not remember feeling so sad in a long time. I keep reminding myself that eventually the pain goes away. I keep telling myself to remember times when I was hurt this way in the past (old boyfriends, old relationships) and how as time passed so did the pain and how it's so hard to even remember why I ever hurt so much. That will happen with this break-up too. One day it won't hurt anymore and I'll never even know the exact day or time that it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one relationship from 13 years ago that was very painful and one that can still make me teary eyed during certain events in my life, when I hear certain songs, or when I talk to a mutual friend of "ours". I think the break-up with Tin Man will be much the same. Although the daily pain and the nightly tears will someday end, I think for a long time I will still get misty eyed and I will long for him for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonny still talks about Lois and that has been a while. He put into perfect words the pain of extramarital &lt;a href="http://nightsidejonny.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-of-affair.html"&gt;break-ups&lt;/a&gt;; I've never heard it put better. And Jonny, thanks for the emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll be back to posting in the near future. Maybe I'll tell old tales of other indiscretions, or maybe I'll have new wonderful tales of a new lover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-4891164220852271030?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/4891164220852271030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=4891164220852271030' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/4891164220852271030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/4891164220852271030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-116064381221795834</id><published>2006-10-12T05:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T05:03:32.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/s/sheryl_crow/my_favorite_mistake-2.html" target='_blank'&gt;MY FAVORITE MISTAKE  (by Sheryl Crow)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/s/sheryl_crow/my_favorite_mistake_184060.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='280' autostart='1' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.videocodezone.com/' class=ll target=_blank&gt;Music Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and called this morning, &lt;br /&gt;the tone of your voice was a warning &lt;br /&gt;that you don't care for me anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made up the bed we sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;I looked at the clock when you creep in. &lt;br /&gt;It's 6 AM and I'm alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending, &lt;br /&gt;to the bad day I was just beginning. &lt;br /&gt;When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends act sorry for me. &lt;br /&gt;They watch you pretend to adore me. &lt;br /&gt;But I am no fool to this game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here comes your secret lover, &lt;br /&gt;she'll be unlike any other, &lt;br /&gt;until your guilt goes up in flames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know when you go it's the perfect ending, &lt;br /&gt;to the bad day I'd gotten used to spending. &lt;br /&gt;When you go, all I know is you're my favorite mistake &lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe nothing lasts forever, &lt;br /&gt;even when you stay together. &lt;br /&gt;I don't need forever after, but it's your laughter won't let me go &lt;br /&gt;so I'm holding on this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know could you tell you were the only one &lt;br /&gt;that I ever loved? &lt;br /&gt;Now everything's so wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Did you see me walking by, did it ever make you cry? &lt;br /&gt;Now you're my favorite mistake &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're my favorite mistake &lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite mistake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-116064381221795834?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/116064381221795834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=116064381221795834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/116064381221795834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/116064381221795834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favorite-mistake.html' title='My Favorite Mistake'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115582036742896869</id><published>2006-08-17T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:21:01.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HHNT...Daddy Watching Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/watchingporn.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/400/watchingporn.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love that my daddy is such a perv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching porn with my lover. We're lucky to have found a little hotel that has a VCR! It really baffles me that women don't enjoy even soft porn. It is a tremendous turn-on for me. I enjoy watching it alone....the best remedy for those nights when you can't fall asleep! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115582036742896869?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115582036742896869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115582036742896869' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115582036742896869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115582036742896869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/08/hhntdaddy-watching-porn.html' title='HHNT...Daddy Watching Porn'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115460101650450347</id><published>2006-08-03T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T06:30:16.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy HNT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/ourhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/200/ourhands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In that blissful state after great sex!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115460101650450347?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115460101650450347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115460101650450347' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115460101650450347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115460101650450347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-hnt.html' title='Happy HNT!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115379435161292886</id><published>2006-07-24T22:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:25:51.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuddle Time With My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/ourfeet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/320/ourfeet1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time last week with my daddy, the Tin Man. I'll report details later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115379435161292886?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115379435161292886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115379435161292886' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115379435161292886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115379435161292886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/cuddle-time-with-my-daddy.html' title='Cuddle Time With My Daddy'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115378069262348569</id><published>2006-07-24T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:55:19.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Hot So Why Is Her Husband Cheating On Her?</title><content type='html'>The other day in a local newspaper there was coverage of Christie Brinkley's marriage breaking up because her husband had been cheating with some 19 year old who works for him. The article was in the entertainment section, of course, but it was used as spin-off to another article about why men cheat when the women they are with are hot babes. It used for example really hot celebrity women who have been through such public heart break and humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of the most famous celebrity cheat story of Hugh Grant being caught with his pants down, cock in a prostitute's mouth, when he was romantically linked to Elizabeth Hurley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are a lot of men and women who will say that cheating isn't always about whether you're attracted to your mate, or about if you have a good sex life with the one you're with. Cheating could be simply about people who just have to have variety regardless of how hot their steady partner, or how hot &amp; steady the sex with said partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've also heard men say about hot women, yeah she's hot, but some poor bastard probably has to put up with a lot of her shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think or shoot me a link to a post you've written on the subject. And while on the subject of celebrities, who are your top three must do celebrities if you were given the chance? (Mine: Matthew McConaughy for sure, gotta carefully consider the other two choices. I'll get back to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the article is as follows listing the following celeb hotties and their track record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saturday, July 22, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're deliriously rich, totally hot and super available.&lt;br /&gt;So why can't they hold onto a decent man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather Locklear, Teri Hatcher, Carmen Electra, Halle Berry, and now supermodel Christie Brinkley have bet on everlasting love and lost. Their romance scorecard plays out like something between a Greek tragedy and a cheesy Venezuelan soap opera: five women, 12 weddings, and not a single success story. If the most beautiful women in the world can't hold onto a man, who can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We predict someone will come forward. If it's you, here's an unbiased look at the romance résumés of five leading ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heather Locklear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divorced Motley Crue drummer Tommy Lee, who then shacked up with Pamela Anderson; currently separated from Bon Jovi rocker Richie Sambora, who is dating Charlie Sheen's ex, Denise Richards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous ex-cheerleader with a great sense of humor who pulls in $250,000 a week on TV. Owns cozy beach home. Unlike her exes, she doesn't kiss and tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus:&lt;/strong&gt; Used to play a cop on TV, so she might still have a spare set of handcuffs. Plus, she was spotted with David Spade. If he has a shot, so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has a weakness for washed-up rockers with tattoos and big hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carmen Electra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran away to Vegas to marry Chicago Bulls bully Dennis Rodman. Unfortunately, his wedding dress was prettier than hers; currently 'amicably separating' from hubby No. 2, Jane's Addiction guitarist Dave Navarro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes a great living doing pretty much nothing. Lots of free time. No kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will strip just for fun because she loves being naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother will definitely not approve. Her clothing budget will bankrupt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teri Hatcher&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex-ballet dancer who used to cheer for the San Fran 49ers; stole Superman's heart and is now desperately single on TV; twice divorced in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highest paid actresses on TV, pulling in $380,000 a week. She's also a sucker for endangered species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once named the Sexiest Woman in the World by FHM magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was caught smooching with Ryan Seacrest. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom queen, Miss USA runner-up and Oscar-winning movie star who pulls in $14 million for a few months' work. Married ballplayer David Justice and musician Eric Benet. Divorced both for cheating on her — again and again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assets:&lt;/strong&gt; See her bursting from the surf with a knife strapped to her hip in the James Bond flick Die Another Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says she'll never marry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's on to you. 'Men are more interested in my body than my brains,' she says. (That said, she's currently dating a model.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christie Brinkley&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;History: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supermodel and swimsuit cover girl. Three ex-husbands and one on the way out. Currently being publicly embarrassed by her cheating hubby and a 19-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Assets:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holds the record for appearing on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Even at age 52, would look fabulous wearing a potato sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bonus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has great genes and a lifetime supply of makeup, and loves swimsuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drawback:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After four strikes, she could be the newest member of the man-haters club. Bitter isn't pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115378069262348569?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115378069262348569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115378069262348569' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115378069262348569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115378069262348569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/shes-hot-so-why-is-her-husband.html' title='She&apos;s Hot So Why Is Her Husband Cheating On Her?'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115345110167876010</id><published>2006-07-20T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T23:10:17.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling My Latina Roots This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's a very brief ad promoting her latest album at the start of this clip, but the video is hot!  (Hit play button ad will play, hit play again and video will play.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Besos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/s/shakira/la_tortura.html" target="_blank"&gt;LA TORTURA (Shakira) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/s/shakira/la_tortura_502710.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1" autostart="false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodezone.com/"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115345110167876010?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115345110167876010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115345110167876010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115345110167876010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115345110167876010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/feeling-my-latina-roots-this-week.html' title='Feeling My Latina Roots This Week'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115335246286629191</id><published>2006-07-20T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T08:11:22.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HNT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/400/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a "date" with my daddy this afternoon... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;t will be an extra Happy HNT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115335246286629191?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115335246286629191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115335246286629191' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115335246286629191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115335246286629191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-hnt.html' title='HAPPY HNT'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115327194952245511</id><published>2006-07-18T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:25:25.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Low Rent Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yes, yes, Tin Man and I have a date for a low rent rendezvous scheduled for Thursday. I have arranged to take half day off from work and we'll be meeting at local hotel. The "rent" will be low, but the romance most certainly won't be third rate. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;She said, "You don't look like my type, but I guess you'll do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And he said, "I'll even tell you that I love you, if you want me to"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Third rate romance, low rent rendezvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;So it's been almost three weeks since Tin Man and I have gotten together for sex. If you read a previous post I had been feeling quite confused by my deep emotional attachment and love for TM that I just needed a little break. However, I have been so horny that my need for sex is stronger than my emotional needs and it's time to have a little sexual healing. I think that's what happens sometimes, the heart's needs become greater than my vagina's needs and it screws with the 'arrangement'.... LOL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Once when becoming too emotionally involved with a lover a friend asked me, "Is your heart in your vagina?" Yep, sometimes the heart shifts south.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;TM has been patiently waiting for me and he wants to make sure I get all my needs filled so he asked me to send him an email outlining how I'd like Thursday to be played out. Here is the part of the email that spells it out for him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I have been so emotional about us and I wanted the time apart to sort through those thoughts and emotions. A part of me wanted to find a way of keeping you and not loving you so much. But the other part of me wanted to learn to enjoy the love and accept the limitations of that love. So that brings me to what I need and want on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"&gt;I do need to feel love in a sexual way. I want you to make love to me. Making love to me begins with foreplay and foreplay includes naughty, but tame things. I want to lay in bed with you and kiss and touch for only a few minutes. Then as I lay there watching porn I want you to shave me with a gentle and tender hand. When I am clean and smooth I want you to kiss my pussy, part my pussy lips and run your tongue along the sides of my labia... stroking my lips like your tongue is a paintbrush. Don't rush to my clit right away. Insert two long fingers into my pussy with your palm facing up and finger fuck my pussy. Make me cream on your fingers. Kiss me on my lips and suck my nipples as you finger fuck me; let me taste my pussy from your lips. Then go back down on me and eat my pussy some more, a little harder, a little rougher. Begin talking really dirty to me. Call me your slut and your whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then make me turn over on my stomach, hands to my side, and blind fold me. Blind fold me with a scarf that I will bring with me so that it will leave a long tie in the back by which you can pull me and direct me. While I am on my stomach spread my legs and finger my cunt some more, begin the violation. Tell me to lift my ass and then spank me. I prefer short snapping slaps, three or four and then shove your fingers in my cunt, and slap my ass again, and finger fuck me again. Then tell me to get on my back, spread my legs and spank my pussy. Cover your fingers with my wetness and then stroke your cock over my face. Ask me to stick out my tongue and lick your precum, all the while I am blindfolded. Give me a single slap on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then make me get off the bed and direct me to my knees before you. Tell me you are going to fuck my mouth. Put your cock in my mouth and with your hand at the back of my head slowly enter my mouth. Command me to suck your cock. Intermittenly shove your cock into the back of my throat. Press my face into you and tell me that I am your cock sucking slut, whore, and no one will bed me but you. Tell me that I'm your little girl and daddy owns my mouth, my cunt, and my ass... pumping your cock in my mouth as you list each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me blind folded, command me back on the bed on my hands and knees face down on the bed. Fuck my pussy with my dildo and my ass with the smaller one. Command me to rub my clit. Make me cum. When I am cumming then put your cock in my pussy and fuck slowly trying to withhold your own orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then put me on my back, I'm still blindfolded, and put one hand firmly around my neck. Get in my ear and tell me that I am the best whore you've ever had and tell me how much you love me. If you didn't cum doggystyle, then remove my blindfold and fuck me while I'm on my back so that I can look into your eyes when you cum inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so horny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have to say I am very much looking forward to seeing my daddy! My pussy will be wet simply in anticipation of Thursday. I know I can expect some creative twists to the scenario I painted for him so that I get some surprises in addition to my wishes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;God, I'm such a lucky girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115327194952245511?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115327194952245511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115327194952245511' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115327194952245511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115327194952245511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/low-rent-rendezvous.html' title='Low Rent Rendezvous'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115275390628887466</id><published>2006-07-12T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:27:50.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Read My Blog without the Music</title><content type='html'>If you are reading my blog, but find the music I've posted annoying, you can read without the music. (Although I hope you'll listen to the song &amp; read the lyrics at least one time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your browser simply click on the "stop" button (usually the red "x") and the music will stop playing, but you can continue scrolling and reading my postings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments about blogs with video &amp;amp; music clips are welcome.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 'em,... hate 'em,.... or now that I know how to stop them they don't bother me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115275390628887466?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115275390628887466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115275390628887466' title='191 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115275390628887466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115275390628887466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/read-my-blog-without-music.html' title='Read My Blog without the Music'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>191</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115275242993149896</id><published>2006-07-12T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:11:21.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been very busy with work and stressed over some personal issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've recently made some new blogging friends and have enjoyed reading some new favorite blogs. I enjoy emails from these new friends and exchanging comments on our blog postings. I am becoming a bit paranoid about who peruses blogs that I am torn about how much I should share about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I am not writing about my adventures with TM, I would like to write about things that are going on in my life non-TM. However, I am afraid that someone will begin to recognize me through events in my life. So how do I write about my non-eventful, daily life without giving away who I am? I do have neighbors, friends, co-workers who are heavy internet surfers. What if a friend or acquaintance were to come across my blog and say, "Hey, that sounds like Melanie, she was just telling me that same story at work today." Yet some of my favorite bloggers share so much about life and I'd like to do that too just to fill the gaps between meetings with TM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A little about my relationship with TM.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This week happens to be one of those weeks when I need a little time/space/distance from TM. I love him, miss him, and I am having a hard time living in the moment with him. I respect the boundaries of our arrangement (he is never, ever, ever leaving his marriage and has made that very loud and clear), but sometimes I can't help but allow the heart to overtake the mind and long for more. When that happens I usually take a break from TM so that I can get grounded again in the reality of our arrangement. And I'm happy to say it always works. So actually this is week two that we're on a "hiatus" from sex and long daily conversations. He's great about stepping back until I'm ready to get together again, and although he understands I think he sometimes wishes I were as good as he is at compartmentalizing emotions from sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've been reading a blog by &lt;a href="http://she-can-not-say-her-secret.blogspot.com/"&gt;SheCannotSay&lt;/a&gt; and it's funny that she seems to be in a similar place emotionally.  I think that after you fall in love with your lover and you're both married to others and there is no way your relationship will ever be more than an affair, you come to a point where what you have is not enough.  And not having any other choice you feel like you have to retreat.  It's like going on this amazing journey and then you come to a dead end.  The end of the road is at least a wonderful place, it's beautiful, there's a lot to explore &amp; you are having fun.  But eventually you've discovered everything that there is and it's never going to change or improve.  And you have to turn back just in order to go some place.  Sometimes you go away for a while and find that coming back feels new again even when it isn't.  I've approached a dead end and I'm not sure what I will do.  It's a lot like marriage I guess, but at least in marriage things can change to a degree.  But in an affair that is full of secrets there is nothing you can do to adjust what you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks to everyone who visits my blog even when I've not posted anything new.  I'll try to give you something new at least every other week.  Maybe just a peek at my non-TM world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115275242993149896?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115275242993149896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115275242993149896' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115275242993149896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115275242993149896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115213217914049038</id><published>2006-07-05T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T16:46:37.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of Melanie</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;Melanie --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[adjective]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like in nature to a human dildo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizuniverse.com/quiz.php?id=52"&gt;'How will you be defined in the sexual dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizuniverse.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizUniverse.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115213217914049038?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115213217914049038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115213217914049038' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115213217914049038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115213217914049038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/07/definition-of-melanie.html' title='Definition of Melanie'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115134717956885126</id><published>2006-06-26T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:45:17.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swingers Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am too lazy to go back through my blog, but I don't believe I've ever posted about visiting a local swingers club with the Tin Man. Nonetheless we have been to one and just this past Friday we made our most recent (and I believe third) visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM and I only have the luxury of meeting for sex during normal business hours when we're both supposed to be working, but of course we break away from our jobs for playtime. So our visits to the club have been during their slow hours and when the few customers have been for the most part only men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men, or as we call them.... "lurkers" have not been what one would typically expect a pervert to look like. They're generally business-types or clean-cut working guys of varying ages. What's strange is that there are rules on the club's website and also posted throughout the establishment about what is proper etiquette. But the lurkers always seem a little pushy when a couple strolls through the door. I guess they assume that if a man brings a woman, then this woman is just going to be open to serving anyone who wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way the club is set up is that there are a couple of living room type areas where people can watch porn. Then there are large rooms with couches and beds with porn playing on television sets. If customers choose to engage in sex in these large rooms, there may be others there watching and some lurkers will likely approach those having sex in hopes of participating. Those having sex can of course say "no" or "please go away" and the lurkers should respect that those having sex openly are enjoying being exhibitionists and aren't always interested in having others join in.. But I think lurkers think that if you're having sex in the open then it's an invitation of a free for all. And I can see where the lines blur. I personally like to fool around a little in front of an audience, but I don't like having to deal with other hands pawing me and cocks probing at my mouth, etc. So TM and I have not had sex in the "open rooms".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a part of the club has cubicles with doors where a couple, or maybe a threesome at most, can have sex. It's a good place to have sex with the door open if you want observers, yet it being a cubicle you kind of have an understanding that one can join in if invited; or you have the option of closing the cubicle door. These cubes are not sound proof so it's kind of hot to be in one with the door closed because lurkers hang out right outside and they can hear everything. If you like an audible audience, but not a visual audience this is a good alternative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is a couples only room. This room is obviously to keep lurkers out. This room has three or four beds and is to be used only by couples to keep the balance of males &amp; females. Couples can play alone or they can play with other couples. It would comfortably accomodate four couples, but I bet as many as 6 or 8 couples would still fit okay. A 'third' party (for a threesome) can join a couple only upon the couple's invitation. All other lurkers should stay out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time that TM and I have been to the club we've gone into the couples room. The first two times there we were the only couple in the room and it was great having the room all to ourselves as it was just like the times we've gotten a hotel room with the added bonus of free porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo.... about our visit last week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get turned on by public flirting which includes touching. So I wanted to engage in putting on a little show. When TM and I arrived we had discussed being a bit more sociable and perhaps inviting another man into the couples room for my benefit. We sat at the bar for a bit and checked out the few other customers, mostly men. There was an much older woman there who seemed to be there only to observe. Several men. And then a much older man (late 60s early 70s..??) with a very young woman who was obviously a hired GF of the old man. She had long hair and a nice body, but she was quite the airhead and likely on a mind altering chemical if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after checking our clothes into lockers we head to the hottub and are immediately followed by one guy who also enters the hottub. TM and I are kissing &amp;amp; touching in the hottub and I know he's going along more for my benefit of putting on a little teasing show. Then a couple of other guys come in and TM lets me love on him a little because he knows it's what I want but soon after more lurkers show up he suggests moving to the couples room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go upstairs to the couples room and we immediately have our fun since we are alone. I get on my knees for TM and suck the cock that was meant especially for me. TM fucks my mouth and tells me what a wonderful little slut I am. I get on the bed for my daddy and he spreads my legs wide and eats my pussy like he always does and it drives me crazy. TM puts his cock in my pussy and fucks me just enough to frustrate me then he pulls out. He finger fucks my pussy and then finger fucks my ass which makes me cum sooooo hard in no time. I just love the way he violates me fast, quick, and with no mercy. It's painful enough for my tastes and the pleasure is out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A small disclaimer..... from this point on the ORDER of events become quite fuzzy because of the damn good time I had.... LMAO. I know all the following occured and none has been fabricated, but the sequence may be a little off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the old man from the bar comes into the room and it seems he can barely walk. He crawls onto one of the beds and lies on his back. Then the young woman comes in and gets in bed with him. TM and I are at this point cuddling and mostly listening to them talk. But I can see her clearly and she begins to give the man a blow job. (She does have a very nice body.) TM is trying to keep my attention on us and he's fingering my pussy. TM plays with me and he knows how I love his fingers inside me almost as much as I love his cock. TM then stands at the foot of the bed and pulls me to sit up and I suck my daddy's hard cock some more. I love when it tastes like my pussy.... perfectly sweet &amp; tangy. As I'm sucking TM, I can see that the young woman has mounted the old man's face. I am so turned on by all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of minutes I'm on my hands and knees and TM is fucking me from behind. God this is the best position for deep penetration!!!! And TM is just so good! TM is pacing himself for me and withdraws before I cum. He proceeds to finger me some more and now the girl is back to giving the old man a blow job. She has her ass in the air and I'm being fingered from behind by TM. I slip out from under TM and go over and lightly finger the girl's pussy.... just to see if she's interested in playing with me (or us). She smiles at me and says, maybe a little later. I don't get the impression that she had an aversion to playing as much as I got the impression that she had to "take care of a paying customer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I return to play with TM and we fondle some more and I suck my daddy's cock while he's on his back and I soooo love giving him pleasure because I like to hear him moan and see him with his head tilted back enjoying my lips wrapped around his cock. So TM gets up and I'm sure he's about to fuck me some more, but instead he leaves the room and walks back in with another man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy he brings in introduced himself and TM introduces me to him. TM tells him that I need to be pleasured and Tom smiles and says something.... LOL.... (really gets fuzzy here.) So I have TM and Tom standing on either side of me and I go to my knees and alternate sucking their cocks. Tom is a small stature guy compared to my very tall TM, but let me tell you he has a very large cock and I am quite pleased. Sucking both cocks was an immense turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand up and then TM gets on the bed and I bend over to suck TM's cock. Tom gets on his knees behind me and begins to eat my pussy!!!! OMG!!! (I am so wet just writing this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom did a fine job eating my pussy and the pleasure at moments was too much to keep TM's cock in my mouth. After cumming from oral pleasure I pleaded to be fucked. Tom put on a condom and proceeded to fuck me deep and hard doggystyle while I continued sucking TM's cock. Tom pumped me hard and was also able to rub my clit which was such an intense pleasure. I sucked TM while screaming and when I came TM shot his load into my mouth. I remember swallowing every drop and hearing TM gasp while I tried to be gentle as his cock was overly sensitive. Although I had cum Tom continued to drive his huge hard cock into my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled away from Tom and got on the bed onto my back and Tom then put his cock between my legs and I guided him back into my pussy. I remember him commenting on how good my pussy felt and I was thinking about how well he stuffed my cunt. Sometime during all the fucking a lurker had creeped into the room. While on my back with Tom fucking me, and TM laying on my right side a lurker appeared on my left. I was aware that TM and the lurker were fondling my breasts, but then the lurker was touching my face and trying to put his fingers in my mouth. I turned my face away from the lurker, but was too much into the pleasure to vocalize a request for him to leave. I felt another orgasm cumming and I didn't want to lose the wave of it. I did cum again and I think the distraction of the lurker made that final climax less intense. Tom's movements and grunting sounds made me think that he came too, but he was wearing a condom and I have to say that I think a majority of the men there probably use something like Viagra and he didn't go soft so I'm not sure if he came or not. Anyway, I was exhausted from another orgasm, but mostly annoyed by the lurker that I let Tom know that I needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have me and the TM in one bed, the old man and his young GF in another bed on the far side of the room, Tom is sitting on a couch, and the lurker is in a bed next to us (but not too close) jerking off. LMAO..... this is kind of funny. I am recouping from some great orgasms, TM is holding me as I really love to cuddle and feel so appreciative of his selflessness. But I am also experiencing an odd range of emotions. I want to be alone with TM just to do some cuddling, but it's awkward because I feel like I just used Tom and he seems to be waiting around for round two; and lurker is kind of creepy, but it feels weird asking him to leave, but wanting Tom to stay in case there is a round two. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GF and her geriatric customer are making out a little and GF asks lurker and Tom to please leave. This was a relief. So TM and I talk a little about what just happened and although sexually it was an amazing and highly pleasurable experience, I just hope that that TM was truly okay with the turn of events. TM assures me that it was hot for him to watch me receive so much pleasure, so we're okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then GF and old man get up to leave, and two more lurkers come into the room. The proper thing to do would have been for TM and I to remind them that it's the couples room unless a couple invited them in they should leave, however, TM and I decide we've had enough for the afternoon and decide to head downstairs to see what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM and I sit at the bar for a while and one of the lurkers takes a seat next to me and tries striking up a conversation with us. TM has his arm around the back of my barstool and I am turned toward TM and my back to the lurker. Lurker touches my bare back and comments on a tattoo I have. I acknowledge his comment, but move closer toward TM and TM wraps his protective arm around me (god I love my daddy!) We're cordial to the lurker, but really the mood has left us and I'm just hanging at TM's side as close as I can hoping to give off the vibe that I'm with my daddy and not interested in anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before we leave the "GF" ditz comes into the bar and says hi to us and comes to introduce herself. Now I can really tell that she's out of her right mind.....lol....but very friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it was a great way to spend a Friday afternoon and TM and I have replayed the experience in a couple of conversations since then and agree that another trip to the club is in our future. Even though I was on the winning side of this threesome, there is nothing like quality one-on-one time with TM and that's what I most look forward to for my next sexcapade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115134717956885126?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115134717956885126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115134717956885126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115134717956885126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115134717956885126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/06/swingers-club.html' title='Swingers Club'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-115030038612876714</id><published>2006-06-14T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:53:07.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Squirters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I have been is such a horny mood for several days.  What else is new?  Yeah, I think I have a male brain because sex is always on my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I got together with the Tin Man last week on Friday.  It was great as usual.  Great sex does not always equate to enough sex however.  That's been my problem lately.  You ever face that problem, it's good and satisfying, but you just want a lot more of it?  What to do, what to do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So last night my husband was out of town on business.  I like having the occasional evening home alone.  I think being horny for several days has me quite wound-up and restless.  I couldn't sleep last night and knew that masturbation would do the trick.  But the fantasies in my head just weren't doing it for me so I popped in some porn... a video about women who squirt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;The video had more of a "project that all women can squirt" angle.  Not a documentary per se, but it was a guy who stimulated the g-spot of various women until they squirted.  There were other people in the scenes while he was stimulating them manually, and he was having conversations with some off screen people about the technique.  Some of the girls couldn't handle the stimulation... maybe like it was uncomfortable.  A few got into it and you could tell they found it pleasureable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;None of the women squirted like you see in video covers or still photos.... you know that stream like shooting out of a water gun.  Some just looked like they got extremely wet by arousal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I am of the personal belief that most women can squirt with the right stimulation, and a patient partner.  I believe that some women squirt very easily with little stimulation be it manually, with toys, and even through intercourse with the properly bent cock in the right position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;And you're wondering if I am going to tell you if I've ever squirted, right?  Well....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;four times of which I am positive, and 2-3 of which I think I did due to the huge wet spot which was unlike any other time I've  cum.  Of the times I am positive, I was well aware of the different pressure and stimulation and also a different feeling when achieving orgasm.  Was it more pleasureable than other orgasms?  Not really.  It was more pleasureable only because it was amazing that the lover I was with could do that to me.  It made those particular experiences amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So..... last night's video didn't have a lot of fucking.  There was all this finger fucking to stimulate the g-spot and some guys getting great blow jobs.  Nonetheless, my pussy was very wet and I had a couple of my own orgasms and rolled over and went to sleep.  And today I am still horny for cock to fill my pussy.  Again, what else is new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Isn't the life of this little nymph so wonderful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;So what do you think of squirting?  Women care to share?  Men, are squirters a turn-on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-115030038612876714?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/115030038612876714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=115030038612876714' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115030038612876714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/115030038612876714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/06/squirters.html' title='Squirters'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-114815110648472356</id><published>2006-05-20T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:50:26.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex, sex, sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I took the day off from work yesterday and the Tin Man cleared his own calendar. We have this motel that has become a favorite meeting place. It's clean, roomy, and best of all the room has a tv/vcr and it's perfect since we love to have porn playing in the background when we fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I had been in horny anticipation all week for my meeting with the Tin Man. We managed to get early check-in to our room. I picked up lunch on my way to the motel and when I got there TM was waiting with nothing on. I'd met him for lunch twice during the week, but seeing him in that motel room I felt like I had been away from him much too long. I immediately wanted him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I undressed and laid on the bed while TM popped in some porn. He came over to the bed and looked down at me which instantly made my pussy wet. He kneeled on the bed and leaned down to kiss me, fondling my breasts, and telling me that he missed me. He inspected my freshly shaved pussy and commented on what a good job I did (he knows I do it just for him). Kissing me he rubbed my smooth pussy and insert a finger to find me extremely wet. Now some women don't like for immediate stimulation, but I was dying for it and he began to rub my clit. TM is the only man who has known how to perfectly play with my clit. He does not press too hard, he builds the perfect rhythm, rubs it in circles &amp; then side to side, and seems to really pay attention to my response because the left side of my clit it definitely the most sensitive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So TM is playing with my pussy and then he feeds me his cock. What a great feeling to be cumming from manual stimulation and sucking my daddy's cock!!! He lets me orally love his cock for a few minutes. As I'm sucking his cock he is rubbing my pussy and finger fucking me; he knows I love a good finger fucking. TM has very long fingers and he violates my pussy with them, probing deep and curling them up so that he is rubbing my g-spot as if rubbing my clit from inside.....the most amazing technique! I'm sucking his cock, fondling his balls, and with the fingers of one hand in my pussy, he is slapping and pinching my nipples with the other. And then notices that I'm on the edge, so he lays beside me and says, Cum for daddy. He kisses me and then sucks my nipples hard; never changing the pace of stimulation on my pussy. He then gets on his knees, fingers of one hand in my pussy, me rubbing my clit, and he slips a finger deep into my ass and begins pumping both into my ass &amp; pussy in a very fast and hard rhythm. I scream loudly with my first orgasm and he shoves his fingers deeper into my pussy, sliding them in &amp;amp; out and pressing/rubbing my g-spot. My ass has tightened around his finger and I am screaming. My pussy keeps clenching his fingers and I am cumming so hard and what seems for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love cumming for my daddy and I can see the love for me in his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He kisses me as I'm catching my breath and he dips his fingers in my very wet pussy and says, I have to fuck you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TM then gets on his knees between my legs and spreads me wide. He slipped his cock into my very wet pussy and fucked me hard and deep, my pussy was still sensitive from the orgasm I'd just had. TM kneaded my breasts firmly while he pounded into me and pinched my nipples. I pushed into his thrusts not wanting him to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TM pulled out of my pussy because he wanted to prolong his own orgasm. So then he brought that amazing tongue between my legs and licked, sucked, and tongue fucked my pussy with amazing skill. Uugghhhhh.......the sensation is torture after I've already cum..... I love it!!! TM laps up my sweet juices and makes love to my clit making me cum again &amp;amp; this time over and over. Hmmmmmmmmm...... baby, baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TM gets up on his knees turns me face down and tells me to get on my knees. TM shoves his cock in one swift thrust deep into my pussy and he spanks me. He starts pumping me hard, fast, and deep. I reach between my legs and rub my clit.... oohhhhh I want to cum again with him inside of me. Yes, yes, yesssss...... oh daddy I am cumming again. I love my sinful daddy and the way he pounds me doggy style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TM withdraws and composes himself to again delay his orgasm. He then asks me to lick his cock of my juices while he stands at the edge of the bed. I obey my daddy and take his cock in my mouth. He slowly fucks my mouth and tells me that I am such a good girl and a good whore. Those words make my pussy contract (girls, you know the sensation), I want him to fill me again. I love my daddy and can't get enough of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I get on my back again and TM lays beside me and kisses me and squeezes my tits and very erect nipples. He then spreads my legs again and fucks my hot pussy some more. He is fucking me hard and fondling my tits. He thrusts deeps and tells me he loves my cunt. I ask him if I am the best whore he's ever had and he says yes, the very best. Then my daddy says he's got to cum in my pussy and he drives his cock hard into me and holds a deep thrust and moans in his own pleasure. I feel my daddy fill my cunt with his hot cum, I squeeze him inside of me and tell him I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our more than three hours in the motel room have gotten off to an amazing start!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-114815110648472356?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/114815110648472356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=114815110648472356' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114815110648472356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114815110648472356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/05/sex-sex-sex.html' title='Sex, sex, sex'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-114815021457132135</id><published>2006-05-20T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:12:01.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling In Love with the Tin Man</title><content type='html'>I have been on an emotional roller coaster this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been several months that the Tin Man and I admitted to being in love. For several months we've been seeing each other on a very regular basis, no problems, just enjoying the good things about this great friendship with benefits and now with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling at liberty to disclose details, I am going through many personal changes in my life. I am feeling like I am at a crossroads. I have not had sex with my husband in three years (May 15 makes 3 years). I know I do not want to be in a sexless marriage for the rest of my life (I am only 40). I have been in counseling for about three months trying to develop a plan that will lead to divorce..... financial planning, career, perhaps a move to a more affordable region of the country, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crossroads deals with the Tin Man. I know that he will never leave his marriage and he has never led me to believe otherwise. I potentially will leave mine someday (I think I am on a five year plan, could be 3 or 4). And I think it would be easier to leave if I knew that the Tin Man might leave too....someday. However, I also know that somedays I can't imagine a "REAL" relationship with the Tin Man because to me there are some obvious incompatibilities.  I think I am just exceptionally emotional this week, and I am experiencing some anxiety and instintive urge to flee an evitably doomed relationship. Damn, I am in an over-analytical mood and it drives me crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth of the matter is I don't really really want the the Tin Man to leave his marriage, I just want to know that someday he is going to regret losing the best thing that ever happened to him. When his kids are grown and out of the house and he is left with no one who really cares about his happiness, he will say, "10 years ago I had the chance to be happy, if only I had....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few days of anxiety and over-analyzing have passed and I'm back to living and loving in the moment. My husband is a great guy &amp; good friend, just not a true partner in a marriage and certainly not my lover. The Tin Man is my friend and my sexual-soulmate who reminds me not to worry about the future and to only enjoy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I don't have weeks like this too often!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-114815021457132135?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/114815021457132135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=114815021457132135' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114815021457132135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114815021457132135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/05/falling-in-love-with-tin-man.html' title='Falling In Love with the Tin Man'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-114788048058611704</id><published>2006-05-17T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T14:19:54.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Occasionally I get an email from someone who has found my blog and they write to say they've enjoyed the old posts &amp; to ask where I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I actually miss creating new posts. I am still very much involved with the Tin Man. I see him regularly, we continue to have amazing sexcapades, and I also happen to be in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be lying if I said I don't occasionally think about playing the field, and that I also think about my adventures pre-exclusivity with the Tin Man. But they are simply thoughts and not desires I wish to act on. Many of us with a history of many partners and an insatiable sex drive usually have a memory or two that takes us back to the thrill of a new cock in our pussy or mouth. The excitement of kissing someone for the first time, the electricity that runs through us when our nipples respond to the touch of unknown fingertips and tongues. And I also think of the differences in technique and style of various partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can compare my occasional restlessness and wandering mind to great satisfaction with the same menu items, but occasionally wanting to eat in a new restaurant but you don't really know what you want or why. I think a lot of people (me for sure) tend to have the same thing over &amp;amp; over for meals. You fix the same thing because it's easy or you eat out at the same restaurants because you know that you'll like what you're having and it's satisfying. Sometimes, however, you remember the time you tried something new and would kind of would like to have it again. Or, not out of boredom, but out of just wanting to get out of a routine you think you might like to go back to a place you've only been to once or want to go to some place new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love the Tin Man and my wandering mind has nothing to do with my feelings for him nor his ability to satisfy me immensely. And while I've had many lovers some listed in this blog, and some before the blog throughout my lifetime, the Tin Man has been the best at completely knowing what I like, knowing how to give me full satisfaction, being 100% selfless, and 100% sincere about his pleasure coming from pleasing me. He's the most amazing lover. We never had an awkwardness phase. I immediately felt comfortable telling him what I wanted and most of the time didn't even have to tell him for our compatibility and mutual tastes came so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why then do I still get restless? I don't plan to step out on the Tin Man, I don't want to see anyone else, I know that I won't do that, but what is it that makes my mind wander? What is it that gives us that itch although we are getting plenty of scratching?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restlessness is worse when I want the Tin Man. First I get extremely horny. My craving is for him. My craving for him becomes very desperate and I want him NOW! And as I have to delay my gratification the urgency increases. Then I get to the point of wanting to satisfy the need as soon as possible and by any means. And then the mind drifts to how easy it would be to call an old lover; one who has been waiting in the wings hoping for a call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;God, what is wrong with me??!!! Does this period of feeling like I'm in heat wane? When? I am 40 years old and I've always heard that women in their 40s are in their sexual peak. I can see why you hear so much about older women chasing the younger men. God bless the paradign shift!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tin Man, My Sinful Daddy, I do love you dearly. Forgive me for my mental transgressions. I think maybe I need to do some penance on my knees, maybe a few swats on my bare ass with a ruler. Hey, how about that collar we talked about one time?? heh heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-114788048058611704?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/114788048058611704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=114788048058611704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114788048058611704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114788048058611704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-title.html' title='No Title'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-114383597027994541</id><published>2006-03-31T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:12:50.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesome Fantasy, Final Chapter</title><content type='html'>My lover is on the bed watching me and Rachel undress and kiss as we explore each other’s bodies again.  Although we have each just engaged in the most erotic shower together, pleasuring one another to multiple orgasms, we are still hungry for each other as there was much more pleasure to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel kisses my neck and trailes her kisses to my breasts.  My nipples are so erect as they generally are after many orgasms which she has given me earlier in her room. &lt;br /&gt;She suckles my nipples and I feel my pussy cream.  I fondle Rachel, massaging her breasts, squeezing her ass, and stroking her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look over to my lover and say, “When two ladies walk into a room don’t you know that you’re supposed to be a gentleman and stand up to greet them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets up off the bed, walks over to where Rachel and I are standing and kisses us each. Rachel explains to him that we have just enjoyed each other very much with a hot shower so we need a rest from each other, but would love to show him a little attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my lover stands there, Rachel pushes him to sit on the edge of the bed and then she gets down on her knees between his.  I am standing beside her as she takes my lover’s cock in her hands and strokes him long and steady.  He looks down at her and then up at me with a look of ecstasy in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel then puts the same sweet mouth that has just eaten my pussy over my lover’s cock and begins to take him in &amp; out of her.  My lover leans back onto his elbows half sitting on the bed.  With Rachel sucking my lover’s cock I kneel beside him on the bed and kiss him passionately.  He is enjoying a new mouth on his cock and a familiar one on his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him how much I love him and kiss him as he moans.  He lies back on the bed and fondles my breasts.  He pulls me over him so that my breasts are in his face and he begins to suck my nipples.  I look down between his legs and see Rachel sucking his cock and pumping it with her fingers wrapped around his thick base.  She is flicking her tongue on the head of his cock, kissing it, teasing him, taking him fully, and fucking him completely with her mouth.   My lover sucks my nipples hard, taking them between his teeth and torturing me with the pain that only my daddy is allowed to give me.  He finds my pussy with his left hand and begins to rub my clit.  “Baby girl you are so wet for Daddy,” he says.  “Have you been a good little whore for your new friend Rachel?  Did you let her play with that pussy that belongs to Daddy?” I answer my lover, “Yes, she fucked me with her mouth the way she’s fucking your cock.” “You’re a good girl,” he said.  And then he begins moaning too much to say much else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to finger fuck my pussy and I can see that he is no longer letting Rachel do all the work, now he is thrusting into her mouth.  Rachel stands up and says, “We girls need to make sure you take care of us with this thick, hard cock so I’m going to stop for a moment while I eat more of that pussy that you've got in your hands.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on my back on the bed and Rachel climbs fully on me and we kiss while our bodies press together.  I can't get enough of her breasts and just have to constantly touch them, massage them, and roll those amazingly big nipples between my thumb and forefinger.  We kiss while she lays on top of me and my lover watches.  She slides down my body and begins kissing my pussy.  She licks the length of my slit over and over.  She tugs my labia into her mouth by sucking gently, and darts her tongue into my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I see my lover get up and stand at the foot of the bed behind Rachel.  I can tell that she lifted her ass up into the air and then hear her moan.  I hear my lover say to her, “You have an extremely wet and tight pussy.”  Seeing him slightly to one side of her I ask him what he is doing.  He says, “I’m finger fucking your new friend's hot cunt.”  I tell him that she likes a finger in her ass too and he smiles and I hear her moan even louder as he obliges my suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Rachel eats my pussy, my lover finger fucks her cunt and her ass.  I am ready to cum and it sounds like Rachel is close too.  Then my lover kneels down at Rachel’s ass and he begins to lick her cunt as she keeps eating mine.  My lover gives amazing oral so I know that Rachel is enjoying the way he fingers pussy and sucks clit at the same time.  I imagine that he is probably giving her ass a little attention by flicking his tongue on her asshole and rubbing her clit faster and harder.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Rachel sucking my clit and the image and sound of my lover eating her pussy I can't take anymore.  My hips began to thrash and push against Rachel’s face as I cum in a wave of orgasms.  She keeps sucking my clit and puts two fingers into my cunt and is fucking me fast and hard.  At the sound of me cumming my lover brings his cock to my face and begins fucking my mouth.  My screams are muffled by his cock being shoved down my throat, he is pumping his cock and I try to match his rhythm.  Rachel is licking my juices that gush out of me while I suck up lover’s cock.  She then moves up my spasming body and begins to suck my nipples and I am pinching hers.  Within seconds my lover shoots his load over her breasts and on mine, some cum falls on Rachel’s face and I move in to kiss her cum covered lips.  She tastes like my pussy and like my lover’s cum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover smeares his cum on Rachel’s breasts and tells me, “Be Daddy’s good girl and eat my cum off of those gorgeous tits.” I push Rachel onto her back and get on my knees and lick her breasts clean.  My lover is fingering her pussy while I lap up his cum.  He then says, “I finger fucked her while she was eating your pussy, but I think you owe her an orgasm.  Show her you're Daddy’s slut and eat her pussy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel spreads her legs for me and I kneel between them.  I finger her a little and watch the expression on her face.  Her chin has a little glisten of my daddy’s cum and her eyes are glazed from the pleasure of my three fingers inside of her.   I do as she had done to me and begin by kissing her pussy lips.  They are so soft, wet, and puffy.  She moans and lifts her hips off the bed obviously wanting more stimulating attention.  So I put my tongue into her cunt and taste her sweet juices.  I fuck her like this for a couple of minutes and then begin to lick her clit.  I press my tongue against it, swirl it in circles, and suck it.  Rachel is writhing underneath my mouth.  She has one hand in my hair and the other on her own right breasts pinching her nipple.  My lover is sucking her other nipple and looking down at his slut eating Rachel’s pussy.   Rachel’s moans become louder and I can tell she is close to exploding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover gets off the bed, stands behind me, and then I feel the hand on my ass that is all too familiar.  My daddy spanks me.  He swats each ass cheek a couple of times and I lift my head off of Rachel’s cunt.  “I didn’t say to stop eating her pussy, you’d better do as Daddy says,” and he spanks me harder and I feel my ass sting as my daddy lovingly punishes me for disobeying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I go back to my friend’s cunt and my daddy shoves two fingers into my ass in another act of violating his little girl.  I scream into Rachel’s pussy, and she was pushing up against my mouth ready to cum.   I then feel my daddy slipping his cock into me as I am on my knees between Rachel’s legs.  As he begins to fuck me with his thick cock, I begin to suck Rachel’s clit a little harder.   Rachel’s thrusts turn to convulsions of pleasure as she cums all over my face.  I find it difficult to lap up all her cum because my lover is giving me a deep hard pounding doggy style.  He is ramming his cock deep inside of me and pushing me into a cunt that is flowing tangy nectar into my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel keeps cumming and screaming.  I then feel my lover’s fingers dig into the sides of my ass, pulling me onto his cock as he buries it deeply inside my pussy, and he shoots his second load into my cunt.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel is catching her breath and I am softly kissing her pussy, moving up to kiss her belly, breasts, and then kissing her on her lips so that she can taste herself.  My lover is caressing my ass with one hand and gently caressing Rachel's erect &amp; sensitive nipples.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel turns onto her side and I turn onto mine so that we are facing each other.  We embrace softly in our very satisfied state of exhaustion, kissing lightly, while drifting off to sleep.  My lover lays against my back spooning me and reaching across my body to caress our new friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-114383597027994541?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/114383597027994541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=114383597027994541' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114383597027994541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114383597027994541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/03/threesome-fantasy-final-chapter.html' title='Threesome Fantasy, Final Chapter'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-114357399100635903</id><published>2006-03-28T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:19:38.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesome Fantasy, Part Two</title><content type='html'>Rachel is adjusting the temperature of the water and I am standing just outside the bathroom in the vanity area and ask her if I can borrow something with which to pin up my hair. Rachel's hair is much longer than mine and she also reaches for a hair clip, twists her hair up in a loose roll on the top of her head and secures it with the clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admiring how lovely she looks, I smile at her and reach for her hand and turn her so that her back is to me. I unzip the back of her dress and slide it off her shoulders. She is wearing a lacy push up bra and matching hi-cut panties, and thigh high stockings the kind that do not require garters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel turns around to face me and unhooks the front of her bra. I can't help but reach for her amazing full breasts and firmly cup them each in one hand. She moves to my face and kisses me. I break our kiss and kiss each of her nipples. I swirl my tongue over them and they become more erect and sensitive as I release them. Rachel takes a step back and begins to unbutton my blouse. She proceeds to take my clothes off of me until I am in my pink bra and panties. We kiss some more and our breasts press together as we remove one another's remaining undergarments and step into the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stands under the showerhead and her body glistens as it gets wet. I reach for the bath gel in the corner and the soft mesh scrubber. I work up a lather in my hands and begin to wash Rachel's back, shoulders, the small of back and her fully round ass. I reach around with my bare hands and lather her breasts, belly, and down to her pubic area. Her pussy is neatly trimmed with just a little strip left for me to lather. I put my hand between her thighs and press my breasts against her back. Rachel turns to face me and begins to wash me. She pours bath gel in her hands and slathers it all over my body. She massages my breasts and gives my nipples a little pinch and tug. She pulls me to her as we face each other and she washes my back and my ass with her arms around me. Our slippery breasts are pressed together and I raise my arms slightly so she can wash the length of my sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We part our bodies and rinse off. I then put my hand back between Rachel's thighs and caress her pussy. I suck on her gorgeous nipples while I stroke her slit from front all the way back to her ass. The water is still running over us and then she lifts one foot and places it up on the edge of the tub. Her pussy parts further and I can feel her labia is wet, swollen, and her clit is perky and firm. I rub her with my entire hand, lingering with one finger on her clit. Rachel moans and pulls my face away from her breasts and kisses me. She then whispers and moans at the same time, “Please fuck me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss her again as I slip two fingers into her hot, slippery, yet tight and inviting cunt. She kisses me fervently and moans with pleasure. She begins to ride my fingers, rocking against my hand as I pump my fingers in and out of her juicy cunt. I stroke her deeply and press my thumb on her clit. She breaks our kiss and moans louder. I increase my pace rubbing her clit and pumping her pussy with the fingers of my right hand. I then put my mouth on her left nipple and pinch her right nipple with my free left hand. I am sucking on one and pinching the other. That is when Rachel lets out a scream, her hips convulse against my hand between her legs, and she pulls my face deep into her breasts as she cums on my fingers and squeezes them with her contracting pussy. I continue to rub her clit with a little less pressure, and I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and move one finger to her asshole. I toy and tease her ass with her cum on my fingers and continue to rub and press on her clit; that is enough to make her scream again as she cums even harder the second time. I feel her asshole tighten on my finger tip which is all I have inserted, I wiggle it inside her and she keeps cumming and gasping, clutching me as it seems her legs will not hold her up. As her screams and gasps subside into a moan I kiss her. I say, “You are so beautiful cumming like that, I look forward to enjoying you the rest of the night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel kisses me back and places one hand on each of my breast. She cups them fully and squeezes, then she twists on my nipples. She then moves her lips from mine and takes a nipple in her mouth. She sucks gently and I whisper, “Harder please.” She complies and I winced with the pain and pleasure that she was giving me. She alternates between my nipples and also begins to rub my clit with her right hand and has her left hand on my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then stands up and moves me directly under the water. She tells me to turn around and face the wall. My hands are at my side and she takes them in hers and plants them on the wall in front of me. She puts a knee between my legs and parts them as much as she can as we stand in the bathtub. I have my back to her and she has positioned me as if she were going to frisk me. She moves close to me and puts her arms around me. She caresses the front of my body, up and down teasing only for seconds on my nipples and pussy. She kisses my shoulders and neck. Melting in the pleasure I let my right hand fall off the wall. She puts her mouth at my right ear, and in a firm voice instructs me to put my hand back up as she roughly shoves two fingers into my cunt. She says, “Your daddy's not here so for now you're my slut and you'll do as I say when I say.” She digs her fingers into me and says, “This is how whores like it isn't it?” I whimper, “Yes, please don't stop.” She kisses my shoulders and my back softly, but continues a rough assault on my pussy. She knows how to punish and love at the same time just like my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel moves her kisses down my back and continues pumping two, then three fingers into my pussy. I feel her face against my ass and she kisses and bites each ass cheek. She removes her fingers from my pussy and uses both hands to part my ass. She instructs me to step back but to keep my hands on the wall, this forces me into a bending position. Then I feel her tongue on the crack of my ass, as she's rimming my hole. I am moaning and begging her to please finger fuck my pussy again. She spanks my ass and says, “I'll fuck you when I'm ready to fuck you, do you understand slut?” She continues to twirl her tongue on my asshole and it is making my pussy cream more. She says, “Okay whore, you can take your hands off the wall and turn to face me.” She is on her knees. She reaches up with both hands pinches and pulls my nipples. Then she begins to kiss my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel kisses my pussy that my lover had just shaved for me that morning. She kisses the top of my thighs and continues to play with my breasts. Then her tongue sweeps the length of my slit and I moan and put my right hand in her hair. She licks my pussy lips as if her tongue were a paint brush (men too often dive for the clit and don't pay this much attention to the whole canvass). I lift my right leg and set my foot on the tub's edge. She then starts to suck on my pussy lips, avoiding my clit. I am moaning and grinding against her mouth as it is driving me crazy. I plead once more using my little girl voice that I use with my daddy, “Please fuck me, please suck my clit.” Rachel pinches my nipples hard and says, “Be the good slut that you are for your daddy and I'll fuck you better than he does.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pussy juices were flowing and covering Rachel's face. She darts her tongue into my hole and makes me moan so loudly the sound echoes in the bathroom over the sound of the running water of the shower. She humms in approval of my response and the vibration of that against my pussy sparks the onset of tremors as I cum on her face. I begin to scream as I am cumming and finally she begins to suck on my clit and shoves two fingers back into my cunt. I am cumming so hard and bucking against her face, she grabs my ass to steady me and pushes her mouth even harder against my climaxing pussy. I cum over and over and she keeps her promise of fucking me better than my daddy as far as oral was concerned. Heat radiates from my pussy and exasperated I tilt my head back and let the water hit my face. Rachel laps up my cum from my highly sensitive pussy and says, “You're such a good whore your daddy would be proud.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stands up and we embrace. She kisses me openly and I can taste my sweet pussy on her tongue and in her mouth. We press our bodies hard against each other. She laughs and says, “So much for trying not to get our hair wet.” And I laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut off the shower and we step out of the tub. She dries me off with a towel and kisses me here and there. I dry her off and thank her for letting me enjoy her fantastic body. She says, “You can thank me after we're done, we still have to go to your room, remember?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get dressed, leave Rachel's room and get in the elevator to go to the 10th floor. I unlock the door to my room and see my lover lying in bed completely nude stroking his erect cock. I can tell he has showered and must have gotten tired waiting for me because porn is playing on the television and his cock is obviously ready for something more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks up at us and I say, “You remember Rachel from the bar downstairs?” He nods yes, but makes no attempt to cover himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel says, “Looks like we showed up just in time, can you use our help with that in your hand?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lover smiles, moves from the center of the bed to the edge and pats the bed beside him in an inviting motion. Rachel turns to kiss me and we proceed to undress each other again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-114357399100635903?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/114357399100635903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=114357399100635903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114357399100635903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114357399100635903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/03/threesome-fantasy-part-two.html' title='Threesome Fantasy, Part Two'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-114299064502495948</id><published>2006-03-21T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:24:05.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of my Threesome Fantasy</title><content type='html'>I still have many fantasies of a threesome with my lover.  Finding the right woman to bring into our arrangement is the challenge.  Much like many women who want to bring another woman into her coupling I want someone hot enough to be attracted too, but not so attractive that I find her threatening.  Afterall my lover is my owner, my daddy, and I don't want him to find another little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fantasize of being on a trip with my lover and sitting at a hotel bar.  I strike up a conversation with a strawberry blonde at the bar showing a bit of leg and a lot of cleavage.  She's talkative and telling me she's here on business.  My lover is sitting to my left and she is sitting to my right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar gets a little crowded so we're pushed closer together and the side of my thigh is touching hers.  I compliment her on her string of pearls which is a long strand and falls at her cleavage.  I touch the strand and let my fingers graze her skin and I lightly caress the slope of her chest as I admire the pearls.  I look into her green eyes and see that look of pleasure at being touched; she's a little surprised as I notice she has blushed, but I can also see in her eyes that she welcomes the caress.  I press my thigh to hers and yes, I get the response I hoped for, she presses back and puts her hand on my knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to my lover and say, "Dear I thought you were going up to the room to take a nap."   He gets the message and shakes the hand of our new friend.  She apologizes for not having introduced herself.  She says her name is Rachel and I notice her hand lingers in the hand of my lover.  He excuses himself and kisses me on the cheek.  He knows the drill,  we rehearsed it on our way to motel.  He's hoping I'll be up with our new friend soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rachel and I chat and she says, "Your husband seems nice."  I tell her, "I am married, but he's not my husband.  He's the man who takes me for his sexual pleasure and gives me much pleasure in return. I am his whore, his little slut girl and he's my daddy."  She raises an eyebrow and gives me a 'do tell more' devilish smile.  I tell her it's a long story for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her I love her earrings and touch them and her neck.  I intentionally speak too softly so that she doesn't hear me and say, "Your dress compliments your great figure."  Not having heard me she leans her ear to me to repeat myself, but this time I tell her, "I hope you don't mind hearing this from another woman, but I find you very attractive and sexy."  She gulps her wine and rubs her thigh against mine.  I tell her I have to go to the ladies room and ask if she need to go too.  We enter the ladies room and I am following close behind her.  We enter separate stalls and there is some awkward silence.  I know each of us wondering who will make the first move.  As we're washing our hands and touching up our lipstick I move to stand behind her, move in close and can feel her ass against me.  We're looking into each others eyes by reflection in the mirror.  I put my right arm around her waist and move my hand up to cup her left breast.  She makes a gasping sound and then a soft moan as I find her nipple becoming erect and lightly roll it between my thumb and forefinger.  She turns around to face me and we kiss lightly.  She reaches for my ass and and we begin pressing our pelvises together.  We caress one another's breasts lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "We can be alone in your room or you can join me in mine if you don't mind my lover watching and pleasuring both of us and possibly returning the favor."  She says,  "Let's start in my room and finish in yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing the elevator is empty as we hit the button to the eigthh floor.  I caress her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress.  I kiss her again and this time she offers her tongue into my warm mouth.  I feel my pussy becoming moist.   Rachel is moaning softly and rubbing her hands up and down my back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator doors open and we walk to her room.  When we enter her room she says, "I wanted to start here so we can shower alone and get to know one another,  then we can go to your room."  She heads to the bathroom, turns on the shower, and the most amazing evening is just about to begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-114299064502495948?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/114299064502495948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=114299064502495948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114299064502495948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/114299064502495948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginning-of-my-threesome-fantasy.html' title='The Beginning of my Threesome Fantasy'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-113899872494970944</id><published>2006-02-03T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:32:05.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tin Man Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>Hello to everyone who has found my blog.  I greatly appreciate the comments and emails which continue to trickle in even though it's been many months since I've posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still very much involved in my affair with the Tin Man.  I have to say that when I thought the sex couldn't get any better I am surprised at how it does everytime I see him.  We continue to be exclusive lovers and have become emotionally entangled.... something we said we would never do.  All I can say is that while we continue to be married to others our arrangement is quite special and nothing will change in our "real world lives", yet it is still wonderful to have that secret love that makes your heart swell and jump with so much joy even when you are apart, but moreso when you are together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex as I mentioned continues to be amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is of especially naughty nature is a trip we took to a porn theatre... you know the kind, with the little booths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a few months ago and we both decided to escape from our jobs for an afternoon.  We had lunch and then decided to go toy shopping/browsing at an adult toy store.  We walked in and it was a nice clean place, not too many customers and a nice enough sales clerk.  We looked around and contemplated buying something new for our collection, but were immediately drawn to the video arcade in the back.  We walked into a dark hallway with many doors leading into private booths and we selected a booth and stepped in.  The booths didn't actually have doors that you could close behind you, but we were concealed enough from anyone who might walk by.  Tin Man put some money into slot to play some video porn and we watched some and flipped through various videos until we found something that we liked.  Tin Man stood behind me at first (the quarters were small and really meant for only one person) and he fondled my breasts.  He fondled my tits firmly with his full hands.  He pinched my nipples just the way he knows that I love, and nuzzled at my neck.  I reached back to feel for his cock which was of course on it's way to full erection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming extremely aroused I turned to face my Tin Man and he planted some very passionate kisses on my lips.  We were groping each other like a couple of teenagers.  I was rubbing his cock through his pants and his hands were under my shirt assaulting my tits and pinching my nipples.  He lifted my shirt and bent down to alternately take my nipples in his mouth.  I happen to be one of those women who can withstand AND prefer hard sucking and for my nipples to be taken between my lover's teeth.  And assault my nipples the Tin Man did do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unzipped my lover's pants and took his cock in my hand and stroked him.  I felt the head of his cock was wet, but couldn't see what I knew was his precum because the booth was very dark.  I got on my knees and took my lover's sweet cock into my mouth.  I felt his hands in my hair and I grabbed his ass and pulled him toward me into my mouth.  God I love his cock!  He fucked my mouth and moaned in that tight dark space.  I was aroused by my lover's response, by the sound of the porn, and by the thought of other customers who were in adjoining booths or in the store.  Tin Man lifted me up off my knees and I sat in the sole chair in the booth and took his cock in my mouth again.  He fucked his whore's mouth until he exploded.  He shot a hot load of cum down my throat and I swallowed every drop of that huge load.  I felt his ass contract in my hands, his cock throb in my mouth, and heard a groan of incredible pleasure emit from my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tin Man zipped up his pants and spread my legs while I continued to sit in the chair.  He probed at my pussy through my panties and also fondled my exposed breasts.  He wanted to return the favor of pleasure; but that day was about me pleasing him and I knew that on another day in a more comfortable setting Daddy would take care of his little slut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-113899872494970944?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/113899872494970944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=113899872494970944' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/113899872494970944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/113899872494970944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2006/02/tin-man-saga-continues.html' title='The Tin Man Saga Continues'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-112396790103407616</id><published>2005-08-13T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T17:18:21.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding my absence</title><content type='html'>Last time I posted was the day before my friend's husband died of cancer.  It's an understatement to say I've been busy with other things on my mind.  But I did want to write a quick note regarding this reason for my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Jane, is also a co-worker of mine.  She was first my co-worker, then my friend, and now she's my employee (I'm her supervisor, but only on paper on the organizational chart because to me she's just a friend that I work with).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane is quite a bit older than me, and she's also a lot like me.  When we first became friends we immediately dished about our private lives.  I told her that although I loved my husband very much, I was very lonely in a marriage where we didn't engage in any form of intimacy.... no touching, no kissing, no sex.  Jane was the first girlfriend who told me that sometimes there is no need to leave a marriage just because you need physical intimacy or pure, no strings sex.  She confided in me to having a "friend" for 10 years.... and several casual affairs in-between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, as we became better friends I did confided in her and told her that I'd found a "friend" too.   She knows I have a steady lover, the Tin Man, but she doesn't know how often I see him, nor has she ever met him.  I've never told her that I've had many other "friends" that I've met through AFF.  She doesn't know that I've had sex partners on business trips.  She only knows that the Tin Man exists.  Once I became her supervisor I worried a little about how much I had confided, but one comforting thing is that she's 58 years old... not exactly the young girlfriend who blabs your business to everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to Jane's recent loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane's husband had been battling cancer for two years.  He was actually in pretty good spirits and able to get around really well until about the final three months of his life.  The in the last month he deteriorated really fast.  Last week on Saturday morning Jane called me at home and she was hysterical.  Her husband who had been receiving hospice care at home was being transported to the hospital to the hospice unit.  I went to her home immediately, and followed her &amp; her son to the hospital with her husband in ambulatory transport.  John was put in a very nice hospice room and was heavily sedated.  His lungs were filled with fluid and his breathing very labored.  It was 9 a.m. and Jane, her son, and a few friends were with him.  He died at 11:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been difficult because I have struggled all week dealing with my friend's loss; and I've also had to manage without an employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John's memorial service was today.  It was a bittersweet celebration of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone understands why I've not returned to my story.  I will eventually....likely soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-112396790103407616?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/112396790103407616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=112396790103407616' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112396790103407616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112396790103407616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/08/regarding-my-absence.html' title='Regarding my absence'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-112325458577920890</id><published>2005-08-05T11:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:09:45.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Whore Gets Her Punishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/Snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/320/Snoopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cumming very soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-112325458577920890?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/112325458577920890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=112325458577920890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112325458577920890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112325458577920890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/08/daddys-whore-gets-her-punishment.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Whore Gets Her Punishment'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-112325176219682078</id><published>2005-08-05T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:55:52.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to no strings sex??</title><content type='html'>Since agreeing to see TM exclusively he and I have been having discussions that clearly indicate that there are some feelings beyond what was just a fuck-buddies arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit to being a little spooked, and a lot surprised that this has happened. I think I was doing a great job of keeping my feelings in check. It did help that I had been playing/fucking others and was not putting all my eggs in one basket with TM, so to speak. I think by playing the field, and having TM as the steady friend with benefits, but also having casual sex with others I was able to keep from becoming too attached to TM. And since I thought things never bothered him, since he was aware that I was fucking others, I was able to harden my own feelings because I assumed he had none for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately he has shared that it was bothering him knowing that I was fucking other men. And there was ONE occasion where I sensed that, but was too afraid to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone on a business trip to Chicago and before my trip I searched for a sex partner on &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultfriendfinder.com"&gt;AFF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;.  I had told TM that I was going to search for someone to meet on my trip and I did. So when I returned from my trip TM asked me how my time/meeting with my Chicago "friend" went. Without much detail I told him that it went okay and that I'd had fun. TM didn't press for details and I didn't care to share details. But it was within a week of returning from Chicago that I met TM for one of our afternoon fuck meetings in a motel. He was not in a good mood, he was rough with me, but not in the usual playful way. I sensed that he was mad at me, but didn't think too much of it because he said that he had been having a bad day at work, so I let it go at that. However, a little voice kept telling me that he was mad at me, and actually my feelings were a little hurt because it also felt like at that moment he didn't like me. But we went through the motions and had okay sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well two weeks ago while on the phone we talked about some of my other fuck buddies. TM said he wanted to know more about who I had slept with while seeing him for the last year and a half. And we all know not to tell the truth... lol. So I recapped the ones he knew about and added two more.  During this converstion I also asked him if he had been upset with me when I had returned from Chicago.  I explained that when we had sex after that business trip, it had seemed to me that he was aggressive beyond our usual/consensual rough play.  I told him that when he was fucking me I sensed some disgust with me on his face and I thought it may have had something to do with what I had done on my trip.  Well, TM just laughed, but neither denied or confirmed that he was mad or jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM said that sometimes it was difficult being with me when he knew I had been with someone else.  He said he wondered if the way I responded to him and performed on him was the same or better with someone else.  The hard part was when the visuals would pop into his head.  While I am having orgasms and moaning he wondered who else was sharing that experience with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that sometimes when I was willing to talk about the things I did with others, it was actually a turn-on.  He wanted to fuck me harder and want to perform better in an effort to erase my memory of other lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we continued talking and he asked me to tell him about the lover that most made an impression outside of our arrangement.  And I told him.  And I gave him more details than I'd ever given him.  And at first he was quiet. Then he said that I needed to be punished for letting someone else fuck daddy's whore.  This was a great set up for the next time we had sex.... it was amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-112325176219682078?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/112325176219682078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=112325176219682078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112325176219682078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112325176219682078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-happened-to-no-strings-sex.html' title='What happened to no strings sex??'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-112294371116887994</id><published>2005-08-01T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:56:53.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is the female version....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How old were you when you lost your virginity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How old were you when you gave your first blow job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How old were you when you first got fingered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old were you when you first masturbated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think around 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite thing to use when you masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fingers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the most unusual thing you have used to masturbate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Taper candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your most stimulating masturbation session?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;While reading Letters to Penthouse and fantasizing the stranger at a hotel meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8. What is the most public place you have had sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Public park during the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Where is the most unusual place you have had sex at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;When in college on the steps outside of the science building in the middle of the night when the academic area of the campus is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where is your favorite place to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm with Wilma, doggy style bent over the edge of the bed; second close is on my back with my ass on edge of the bed and my partner standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Where is a place you would like to have sex ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Conference room table after business hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is the kinkiest thing you have done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not too kinky: Being tied up by TM, blindfolded and having household objects inserted in my pussy; and a small group swing party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the kinkiest thing you would like to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hang/sit in a basket or swing made for fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Describe your best 3-some and how many have you been involved in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Recently at the group swing party, being fucked doggy style by a new partner and giving a blow job to the Tin Man and having him cum in my mouth while I came being pounded from behind. Have been in a few threesomes especially in my 20s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever switched partners? If so what was the situation like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Very recently experienced that and it was great, but my lover and I took a while to decide to do that and we set some boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Have you ever had anal sex? When was your first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, have had a couple of times only and would like to do it more with someone special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever given more then one guy a blow job at the same time? If so can you briefly describe the situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Once, in my mid-20s, I was drunk so I only recall that it happened and it didn't do much for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is your favorite time of day to have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Late afternoon on a Sunday, have a great dinner and relax and go at it again before bedtime...a great way to start Monday at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When was your first bi experience and who was the lucky person and how did it come about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was 19 and in college. My roommate (who was a very pretty, athletic strawberry blonde) and I had been clubbing and were quite tipsy upon returning to our apartment. She got in the shower and I knocked on the bathroom door telling her I needed to use the bathroom. She teased that I just wanted to get a peek at her in the shower and we laughed. Once in the bathroom, just to freak her out, I decided to strip and I jumped in the shower and screamed. She screamed and we laughed, but then started washing each other. It became very sensual with the hot water, steam, and lather. We fingered each other, fondled each other's breast and kissed. We got out of the shower, went to the bed dripping wet and made out for several hours using her vibrator, fingers, and mouths.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And it happened with her only that one occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. Have you ever had sex while someone else was watching you? If so who watched you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Again, group party with three other couples and all watching... most exciting part was having my partner watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you stumbled upon someone having sex would you stay and watch or leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would watch and if they were hot would try to join in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you prefer when giving a blow job and your guy comes: to swallow, to let him cum on your body, to let him cum on your face, or to let him cum elsewhere and where is that place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Prefer to swallow if it's my steady partner; Prefer to have them cum on my breasts if it's someone new or casual lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the biggest cock you have played with and whose was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The biggest that I most appreciated was that of someone I really liked and we messed around a lot, but never had sex. He was probably only slightly longer than average, but very thick, perfect shape and I would loved to have fucked him! Biggest.... guys, it's true.... the cock of a black man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever cheated on your partner and if so who was it with and how good was it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAVE YOU BEEN READING MY BLOG????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is the naughtiest thing you have ever done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cheating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-112294371116887994?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/112294371116887994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=112294371116887994' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112294371116887994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112294371116887994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/08/sex-quiz.html' title='Sex Quiz'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-112285326902607041</id><published>2005-07-31T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:41:09.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for reading</title><content type='html'>I've had a few new readers, and a couple of blogging buddies that are wondering what has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've continued seeing my steady friend, the Tin Man, and sex is as great as ever.  I have not seen him as often as I'd like and that is causing a lot of sexual frustration on my part.  I must admit to wanting to call some of my other lovers and have more sex.  It's during times like this.... when I am going too many days between meetings with TM that I get a reality check of how insatiable I really am.  When I don't see TM at least once a week I feel like I'll go mad without having forbidden cock pounding my pussy.  We talk daily on the phone and have nasty phone sex... which only makes me want him more.  LMAO... he came to my office early last week and fingered me while he stood behind me at my desk.  I sucked his cock and he tried fucking me while I bent over my desk, but I was laughing and also very nervous because the hallway was full of voices and I'd never done this in my office while people were still around.  It was just comical for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I've not been writing much because of a few reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The exclusive arrangement with TM has resulted in touchy-feely conversations.  It has created an open dialogue about actually having some emotional attachments.  I guess I'd been kidding myself thinking that I didn't "like him".  But in all honesty he's a terrific friend and yeah, I miss him when I don't see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Although I am involved only with TM, and I have admitted to "liking him", I still want to fuck around with others.... I'm such a slut!!!  I miss a variety of cock!  I am a sex addict.  I want lots of partners, but not necessarily all at once.  I want to see John on Monday, Bill on Tuesday, Tom on Wednesday, George on Thursday....LOL... you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am feeling guilty.  Guilty for cheating on my husband who is a wonderful man, but who can live without sex.  And guilty for wanting to cheat on TM.  Guilty for not wanting a monogamous relationship/marriage, wondering if I ever will.  Wishing I had a husband or partner who would satisfy ALL of my sexual needs.  (I think my buddy, Nightside Jonny wrote about this once.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I truly have been extremely busy.  Work is insane and stressful and I've just not devoted the time to coming here to post anything new.  I check my email and either see your emails or comments that you leave on my blog.  I started 3 posts earlier this month and left them as drafts promising to come back to them and haven't kept that promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are my reasons for being away.  &lt;br /&gt;OH, AND NUMBER FIVE:  I've been depressed!  I am turning the big 4-0 in August and have been sulking.  The bit of free time I've had in the evenings I've used to decompress from work and have been spending alone time doing things that I used to love when I wasn't spending my time online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does all this mean?  Will you be hearing about my adventures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans to see TM this week....I have to get the good fucking and spanking that I couldn't follow through on in my office.  AND... we also have plans to see one of the couples from our group party a few weeks back; full swap with this couple that we really clicked with and I'm really looking forward to that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jonny, thanks for the email, I'll get back to you soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-112285326902607041?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/112285326902607041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=112285326902607041' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112285326902607041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112285326902607041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/07/thanks-for-reading.html' title='Thanks for reading'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-112104123276602878</id><published>2005-07-10T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:20:32.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/z.100_1942.1.blog.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/z.100_1942.1.blog.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tin Man caught in the vortex of the pussy twister&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-112104123276602878?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/112104123276602878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=112104123276602878' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112104123276602878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/112104123276602878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/07/tin-man-caught-in-vortex-of-pussy.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111991574954148677</id><published>2005-06-27T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:31:34.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swapping &amp; Swinging with the Tin Man</title><content type='html'>The Tin Man is home alone for a couple of weeks, the wife and kids are out of state on vacation.  We contacted several couples through AFF that we thought we might want to play with and invited them to a party at TM's house this past Saturday.  We decided to keep the group small since it was our first time to have a swapping party with other couples and we didn't want to draw too much attention to TM's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a total of four couples for our pleasure party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides ourselves, we had Deb &amp; Ed (D/E); I had played one-on-one with Ed a few weeks ago.  A new couple, "Ted &amp; Helen"  (T/H).  And friends of Deb &amp; Ed's but who are not married to each other... Tony &amp; Jules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM had not met any of the couples before.  I had at least met D/E and Tony.  We had porn playing in the living room and one of the bedrooms when everyone arrived.  No one seemed uncomfortable by that... actually I it set the mood for the evening.  We spent about 45 minutes just getting acquainted with small talk and exchanging stories about our profiles on the AFF website.  TM had already told me he was nervous about using his home for the party and he wanted to keep it somewhat brief so I went to the bedroom and asked Deb to join me.  I thought, I will start by congregating the women in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Deb came in the bedroom Helen also came in.  I started with asking Deb about her recent waxing since I knew she'd only recently had a Brazilian.  Then Helen said she shaves and I mentioned that TM had just shaved me before they all arrived.  I asked if I could see their pussies to compare the smoothness of shaving versus waxing.  I also said I would like for us to get comfortable with each other before the men joined us, with this comment I stripped to bra and panties and I was wearing a lacy black set.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen was wearing a denim skirt and no panties so she sat on the bed and showed me her pussy and I caressed her and commented on her nice pussy.  She said at this point that she is not bi, but has had bi women perform on her.  So Deb and I both told her that we are both bi.  At this point I called for Jules to join us as she was still in the living room with the men.  TM came back to the bedroom to peek at what we were doing and all the women sent him away as we wanted to play a little by ourselves.  Unfortunately Deb was having her monthly visitor and wasn't going to be fully participating, but said she'd like to be a giver for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we continued chatting Helen changed into a red &amp; black camisole and Jules stripped into a two piece swimsuit since we had said there would also be swimming that was what she decided to wear under her shirt &amp; shorts.  Deb and I did a little more touching of Helen and then the men strolled in.  Jules expressly stated that she was new to group fucking and was a little shy; I later learned that "a little shy" was an understatement.... she is very rigid and doesn't like to share partners... NOR does she care for women performing on her.  Jules turned out to be a total dud actually.  Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men went to their respective partners and began touching us. TM helped me get our of my bra and panties.  I commented that there were some people in the room wearing too much clothing and that's all that was required for the men to strip and remove the clothing of all the women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still interested in Helen, but she had started sucking her husband's cock.  So I proceeded to caress her ass &amp; pussy and moved my face to hers which was on her husband's cock.  She moved to one side and I took over sucking Ted's cock.  He had an average size cock and he was shaven and pretty pleasant for sucking.  At this point I didn't know who had paired up with who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I sucked four cocks on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember the first cock I sucked was Ed's.  Having been with him once before I did enjoy him again.  He's not particularly big, but I like that he's quiet and likes caressing the side of my face and tilting my head back to look into my eyes when I suck him.  He was pretty hard and I asked if he wanted to fuck me, and he said he really wanted to eat my pussy first.  So I laid on the bed and he ate me just like I remembered.... with an amazingly skilled tongue!!!  I came pretty quickly and hard.  I'm a screamer and I had made a mental note before the party to try to control my screams &amp; moans, but I lost all control.... LOL.  It was just too good!  I then asked again if would like to fuck my pussy and he said yes, but to be perfectly honest once he put on a condom he lost his erection.  I felt bad for him because when we'd played one-on-one that did not happen so I don't know if it was the group thing or something else.  But he was terrific and fingered me pretty good which I love.  Fingers curve and probe the way cocks do not :) While Ed was fingering me, TM was going to fuck Helen doggy-style and I was able to reach her clit which I fingered for a few seconds while TM drilled into her pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that TM came over and entered me from behind for a few strokes after Ed had taken his turn with me.  I totally become intoxicated with the passion I have for the Tin Man. Despite how good Ed felt, at the moment TM entered me I felt a heightened level of desire for the familiarity of "my daddy".  I asked the Tin Man to spank me and he gave me a couple of hard swats on my ass and my pussy automatically clamped down on his cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony had been playing with Jules...not fucking her, but just playing with her tits in an effort to get her to relax and enjoy the group fucking.  I know that when TM withdrew from me I caught Tony's eye and he winked at me so I decided to go give his cock some attention because Jules obviously was not doing that.  TM moved on to try playing with Jules, but she wasn't receptive.  It's a shame because she missed out on TM's great moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked Tony's cock and was impressed with the size and shape.  Feeling his response to my mouth and tongue was pretty hot.  I like a man who buries his fingers in my hair while I suck him.  He moaned and that is always a great turn-on too.  I gave Tony what I thought was a pretty good blow job and when I got up to my feet (I had been on my knees) he grabbed a condom.  But I really like being fingered while sucking cock so I took the condom from him and put it on the nightstand and told him I wanted his cock in my mouth a little bit more.  With this I laid on the edge of the bed and he put his cock in my mouth and fingered my pussy.  I so love this kind of playing (do you get the idea I love being finger fucked... LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony removed his fingers and I felt a pair of hands at my pussy and a mouth on my pussy lips.  I looked and it was Deb!  Deb ate my pussy like eating an ice cream cone... she was amazing!!!  If she had not been having her "visitor" I would have loved to have returned the favor!  I do recall that she ate me while I continued sucking Tony's cock.  Tony played with my breasts while I sucked his cock and I was aware there was a different hand on my other breast but I didn't know who.  I came so hard in a strong shudder that I screamed "stop"... it was so intense.  I heard a few chuckles, and then Tony reached for the condom that we had set aside and I bent over the edge of the bed for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony gave me a really great pounding from behind.  His thrusts were hard and steady.  Being bent over the edge of the bed the Tin Man approached my face from the opposite side of the bed... my face was on the bed at his knees.  I'm not sure who was pulling my hair, but my head was lifted and TM put his cock in my mouth while Tony drilled my pussy.  And again, what my pussy was experiencing with Tony's cock was now 10 times better because my daddy's cock was now in my mouth.  I love sucking TM; his cum is the only cum I swallow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tony is fucking my pussy and daddy is fucking my mouth.  I feel Tony pounding me and then he puts his thumb at my asshole and that brought on the next wave of orgasms.  With me cumming and screaming, TM shoves his cock in my mouth and explodes. I try to swallow it all but I am cumming so hard that a good portion of him flows out of my mouth down my chin and Tony has one of my ankles in his hand and he's still pounding me.  I collapse and wipe my mouth on the sheets.  By this time my face is glistening with sweat and I feel a euphoric weakness throughout my body.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in several minutes I notice what others are doing, but they're still a blur to me.  I know that TM is telling me, "you're such a good girl" and again the familiarity of my daddy brings me pleasure.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see that Helen is on her back on the bed and her husband is fucking her mouth.  Tony has moved next to Helen is fingering her.  Everyone else has left the bedroom.  TM is cleaning himself and catching his breath.  So in the bedroom is Ted fucking Helen's mouth; Tony fingering Helen; and TM and I catching our breath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony manages to make eye contact with me and calls me over to him. He kisses me and I take his cock in my hand and again I begin sucking him.  He drops his hand from Helen's pussy and is again fucking my mouth.  After a few minutes I stand up and he tells me he wants to fuck me some more.  So I lay on the bed on my back and move to the edge of the bed and Tony is standing when he enters my pussy and is now fucking me while facing me.  Again his is driving deep and hard.  He fucks me for a couple of minutes and I notice that Ted and Helen leave the room, but Ed enters and he comes and puts his cock in my mouth.  I feel an orgasm cumming and cannot give Ed the attention he wants from my mouth.  I am pretty certain the Tin Man is still in the room, but as I have my final orgasm for the evening I have to say I am not sure whether he's there or not.  Tony withdraws from me and it seems to me that he also came, but I'm not sure.  I am spent and really don't care.... LOL.  We are the last to finish fucking.  I get up from the bed and Ed kisses me, I think he wants to fuck, but I just ignore him.  I am ready to join the rest of the group who have all moved to the swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the the evening is just cooling off in the pool and not all that interesting to write about ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, the Tin Man and I enjoyed an hour alone just talking and drinking a couple of beers.  Nothing sexual, just two friends chatting.  He tells me how much he enjoyed watching me have several orgasms and I am hoping that he truly did and that our arrangement has not changed for this was our first time to play with others.  I'm sometimes so consumed by desire for him that I am afraid that if I could communicate that to him it would 'spook' him.  The only way to put it is as I've said it before, he's my soul-mate in the world of fuck-buddies and I would hate to lose that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note, TM confides that he really did not connect with Deb &amp; Ed. With are in strong agreement that Jules was absolutely NO fun.  Tony being single will not suit our agreement to play with couples.  Ted and Helen are very much our type and we plan to play with them again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111991574954148677?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111991574954148677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111991574954148677' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111991574954148677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111991574954148677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/swapping-swinging-with-tin-man.html' title='Swapping &amp; Swinging with the Tin Man'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111957201590579463</id><published>2005-06-23T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T20:23:21.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Mediocre In Bed sends me an email</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had a one-time fuck session with a guy that I met on AFF back in March. We chatted a few times and emailed a lot before we hooked up. I actually put him in an earlier post "The List" as someone who was hotter in email &amp; chat than he was in real life. Anyway, after that one-time I never heard from him again, nor did I contact him. Well today I had email from him and here are excerpts of our dialogue today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Terry&lt;/strong&gt; -- the one-time only fuck back in March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I had a fun time that afternoon even though I gather you weren't real thrilled about it. Sorry, Sometimes the first time is so exciting and awkward at the same time, it doesn't go real well. Everyone expects way to much of each other. But thanks anyway for a fun afternoon. I guess I owe you special treatment if we ever get together again. I'd like that chance so if you ever get the urge, drop me a note. It is a shame we didn't hit it off. Having access to all these empty houses &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(he's in real estate)&lt;/span&gt; would be great for meeting for quickies at lunch HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and be careful - Terry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My reply...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I did enjoy our one meeting. My impression was that you didn't enjoy it. I sensed some disappointment and I generally have good intuition and go with it. Either a guy gets really into it, or it feels obligatory because you're already there &amp;amp; it's too late to back out. I sensed the latter from you, but no hard feelings. I don't think it was that we didn't hit it off.... but maybe the chemistry wasn't exactly what could have made it better. Then again, for once my intuition or perception could have been wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still seeing my friend from AFF with whom I've been involved for 18 months. Together he and I are seeing other couples. Nooooooooo, hubby is still not interested in sex... lol. If he's getting it elsewhere then I guess we're both having fun.... but nothing is happening at home with hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in touch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Terry replies to me ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And OBVIOUSLY both of our intuitions really sucked that afternoon. I had a great time and have several great memories of it. I loved playing with your tits and especially pumping that little toy in your ass. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to try my dick in there. I also remember how nice it was just laying there with you playing with and sucking on my dick. I really did have a good time and would LOVE to do it again. I got the impression you were disappointed. Like you wanted 4 hours of non stop sex like some 25 year old could provide. I really thought you were totally disappointed and thought "Man, that was a waste of an afternoon." Well it wasn't for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that we were really unsure about each other and what we liked or wanted. I also was in a totally strange new town and still uptight about the moving and getting a job. Hopefully all that is behind me now. I'm a lot more relaxed now and I would like to ask you for a "rematch". We also know a lot more about each other too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you want, I would really like to get together again. It is a shame we are so close to each other and can get together whenever we want during the day. If nothing else, we should at least meet once and a while for a "quickie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I bit the bullet and wrote you. And YES, there was an underlying reason besides just wanting to say HI. I kept thinking how great your mouth felt around my dick and hoped to talk you into that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are appreciated - and like you said, we should be able to honestly talk to each other. I was hoping we would end up friends besides fuck buddies. I also would love to hear the details of your "adventures". How about lunch and a margaritta some day at that same place (or a restaurant with motel rooms) HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later - Terry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Hmmmmmm.... okay maybe he was having an "off day" that one time I fucked him. He was quite handsome. I need to keep him as a back up I guess, so when the Tin Man and I break our exclusivity pact I can give Terry another try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Damn it's fun being naughty!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111957201590579463?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111957201590579463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111957201590579463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111957201590579463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111957201590579463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/mr-mediocre-in-bed-sends-me-email.html' title='Mr. Mediocre In Bed sends me an email'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111948353784226075</id><published>2005-06-22T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T19:41:52.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Man takes care of Dorothy</title><content type='html'>The Tin Man was on vacation for a few days. He returned without his family and is alone for a few weeks. I took the afternoon off from work today and followed the yellow brick road to Oz &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep very trim pubic hair and occasionally shave. I want to switch to waxing, but have learned that a full Brazilian is about $45. I don't mind spending that, but at the most it's good for 2 weeks. I treat myself to manicures and pedicures every two weeks already so adding that waxing really wipes out my discretionary funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the afternoon with TM and he did something he has wanted to do for a long time. He shaved me... did a better job than I do on myself. I didn't realize how erotic the experience was going to be, but it was! Of course if you read my blog you know that we really get into the daddy - little girl role playing. So he treated my pussy like that of a young little slut. He talked dirty to me the whole time. He put a very creamy shave cream on my triangle and shaved me. I became quite aroused and he ran his finger up and down my slit and then slipped two fingers into me. "Is that what my little slut wants?" "Mmmmmm, yes, daddy." After finishing and cleaning me up, my daddy licked and sucked my smooth little pussy.... ooooh sooooo good. A much better experience than any before. He licked my pussy lips and took them into his mouth. He dipped his tongue into my pussy and ran it up and down my slit and sucked on my swollen little clit. I begged him to fuck me and he did with his thumb in my pussy and his index finger in my asshole as he continued to eat my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my daddy also tied my hands to the bed and blind folded me. I'll write later about all the toys he used and the many naughty things he did to violate his little slut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad my daddy is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also planned our first swingers party for Saturday... we have three couples coming over. I'll either come back to edit this post or continue with part II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111948353784226075?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111948353784226075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111948353784226075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111948353784226075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111948353784226075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/tin-man-takes-care-of-dorothy.html' title='Tin Man takes care of Dorothy'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111948261220499970</id><published>2005-06-22T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T19:23:32.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/TinManBJ.aff.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/TinManBJ.aff.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad the Tin Man is back from vacation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111948261220499970?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111948261220499970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111948261220499970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111948261220499970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111948261220499970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/glad-tin-man-is-back-from-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111948255576999003</id><published>2005-06-22T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T19:22:35.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/TinMan.aff1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/TinMan.aff1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tin Man on the receiving end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111948255576999003?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111948255576999003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111948255576999003' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111948255576999003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111948255576999003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/tin-man-on-receiving-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111929857855029855</id><published>2005-06-21T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T10:28:56.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and sex.... separating the two when cheating</title><content type='html'>I found a blogger that I really like: Nightside Jonny. He hadn't blogged in a while, but I read his most recent entries and really liked them so then I spent probably an hour &amp; a half reading many of his older posts. I commented to Jonny that I've been accused of having a male brain because of my thoughts on cheating/adultery/marriage, etc. If I did indeed have a male brain it would be much like Jonny's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Jonny's &lt;a href="http://nightsidejonny.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, his posts are quite thought provoking.  I think Jonny and I could write a book together... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite postings of Jonny's is below, because I too grapple with separating my love for my husband and sex with others. Although my closest friends do not know that I have a lover on the side, many times the topic comes up when we learn of other people having affairs. Usually the conversation turns into an attack on the man. "How can he claim to love his wife and also cheat on her?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's possible to love your spouse, but have physical needs fulfilled by another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;According to Jonny:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;True Love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How can you claim to love your wife if you're doing this to her?" Setting aside the fact that the actual doing is to other women, I'll take a shot at the answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One thing I hate about my job (about which no further details will be forthcoming) is that it affords me far too many opportunities to see Jerry Springer give his Final Thought about things. And one theme Jerry keeps returning to is the exclusive nature of love. "You may have feelings about more than one person," he says (I paraphrase), "but you cannot love more than one person in a romantic sense. Time and attention and intimacy spent on a person other than your partner is time and attention and intimacy stolen from your partner, and that is not love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon my French, but "Bullshit," says I. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I profess to love Chinese food, but spend a couple of evenings a week dining on Italian, no one would claim that my love for Chinese is a lie. Ah, you say, but we're talking about people, not food. People have feelings. Fine, let's talk about people.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one says that loving your mother means you cannot, by definition, also love your father. No one suggests that having more than one child dilutes your love for any of them. No one claims that loving your family gets in the way of loving God (whatever god you profess to believe). No one suggests that having more than one friend casts doubt on the authenticity of your friendship toward any of them. In fact, in basically all of these instances, the common view seems to be, "the more, the merrier." The fact that you have a large family, or many friends, or love for both God and family is a plus; it speaks well of your vast capacity for love. It is only when we get down to snogging and humping that, suddenly, "vast capacity" is a minus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget love; even simple affection, if expressed physically or openly, makes you either a slut or a devious bastard on the make. I have chosen not to buy into this view. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found this book from the 60's, titled Adultery for Adults, that expresses a lot of my views almost perfectly. The authors refer to the big benefit of adultery as Horizontal Enrichment, and they explain it thusly: "The point of horizontal enrichment is to enjoy simultaneously a new and absorbing relationship and the comfort and security of your old marriage." That sounds rather mercenary, so let's try this: not only can't you be all things to all people, you can't even be all things to one person. Not for long, anyway. A marriage license is not a bill of sale; your spouse does not own you. I came to this view by the hardest of all roads, dealing with Mrs. Jonny's infidelity toward me. And in thinking about that situation, I realized something very simple: all the things I valued about my wife, things that made me want to spend the rest of my life with her in the first place, not one of them was fundamentally changed by what she did. She was still the same woman I married, with all the same strengths and the same flaws; the only difference now was that I realized I could do the same thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because Jerry Springer is wrong. As the years have passed, Mrs. Jonny and I have grown apart in many ways; she doesn't really want any more of my time than she's getting now, and she certainly doesn't seem to want any more sex than she's getting. What I'm giving other women is all excess capacity, otherwise destined to be wasted playing computer games or jerking off. At the same time, it would be stupid for both of us to end everything to seek greener pastures elsewhere. We live together well. We're good roommates, good business partners, we enjoy each other's company (in moderation), and we have compatible approaches to parenting. Mrs. Jonny may not inspire my passion the way she used to, but I still love her. She is my family now, and always will be. She's as much a part of me as my own sister. Why give that up because of some fucked-up, idealized definition of love that doesn't really work? Because I've really got three choices here: stay together and don't cheat, which, if I could pull it off, would most likely only lead to resentment and misery; split up and try to find someone else with whom I'm as compatible as Mrs. Jonny, a risk which might not pay off, leaving both of us big losers; or do what I'm doing now, stay the course, be a responsible dad and husband and occasionally go off to relieve pressure on the side when I can. I've made my choice. Unless and until Mrs. Jonny finds me out and decides to alter my options, I don't plan to change.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;KUDOS NIGHTSIDE JONNY!! You put it quite well. It's so great when you find a blog that communicates your own thoughts/philosophy.... it saves you the time of trying to find the right words yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111929857855029855?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111929857855029855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111929857855029855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111929857855029855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111929857855029855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-and-sex-separating-two-when.html' title='Love and sex.... separating the two when cheating'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111930290826900464</id><published>2005-06-20T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T17:28:28.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can cheaters be trusted?  Inspired by Bubba</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I received an email from someone through this blog.  He has many years of experience in the lifestyle (swinging/swapping), and he said that he couldn’t understand how someone who is cheating on his wife could ask me to be exclusive with him.  How can the Tin Man ask me not to cheat on him?  How can he ask me to not have other lovers unless we are swinging ONLY as a couple, preferably with other couples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the questions, Bubba.  I too ponder that and although I am REALLY glad at the suggestion of exclusivity, I have some doubts about it working.  I will honor his request and believe that he INTENDS to play by his own new request.  But quite honestly, if given the opportunity to play alone and if he is invited on a play-date in which I cannot participate…. I wonder if he will turn it down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of exclusivity between me and the Tin Man is to:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce jealousy and insecurity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reduce the risk of altering what we have developed…. The comfort, safety, and unique idiosyncrasies of our relationship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have knowledge of other partners by playing only as a couple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enhance what we have as a couple with other couples.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Level the playing field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are many couples who play only together and never separately.  They engage in full swap, but they’re always together.  The difference between couples like that and my arrangement with the Tin Man is that THOSE couples are married to each other, which makes sense why they would only play together.  The Tin Man and I are married, but not to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deep thoughts on why the Tin Man requested exclusivity....  I think when I was getting more action alone than he was it didn’t sit well with him.  If the tables were turned…. If it had been him that was playing independently with others and I wasn’t, I wonder how he might have responded if I had asked HIM not to play with others without me.  Would he have given up all the other opportunities to fuck others in exchange for fucking only with my approval and presence? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wonder that now that we will be playing as a couple with couples, if someone we play with were to ask him…. Can you play with us, without your partner?  What would he do??  He doesn’t owe me any type of “faithfulness”, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted the likelihood of a couple asking a male to play alone is slimmer than them asking the female to play alone.  He may get a couple of offers/requests to play alone, but he knows I can get as many as I want almost whenever I want.  The numbers game in swinging will always favor the woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Bubba, I don’t know if two cheaters can trust each other.  I don’t know if they will be faithful to each other.  I can only tell you that I’m glad that the Tin Man made this request.  I like it and I want it to work.  I will play/swing only as part of a couple with my Tin Man.  Sure I have some doubts and insecurities, obviously.  And only time will tell and you’ll read about it here on my blog!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111930290826900464?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111930290826900464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111930290826900464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111930290826900464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111930290826900464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/can-cheaters-be-trusted-inspired-by.html' title='Can cheaters be trusted?  Inspired by Bubba'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111923024035144817</id><published>2005-06-19T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:17:20.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spank Me, spank me hard</title><content type='html'>I found something interesting in another blog about spanking and I 'borrowed' it for discussion here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I do love being spanked by my "daddy".  I love when he spanks my ass while he's fucking me doggy style.  I also love when he just asks me to bend over for a spanking.  He bought me a small paddle recently (the toy kind with the little rubber ball; we removed the ball). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like when he spanks my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it makes me feel is best described in the borrowed blog below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My love tells me I perform much better oral sex after a good hard spanking. I think this is true. Being spanked has huge emotional overtones for me. I don't hold back when my bottom is tingling, don't try to limit how far he thrusts into my mouth. I am more enthusiastic, take him deeper, trying hard to show I've learned my lesson, that I'll be a good girl for him.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But when I've been properly chastised, then I am ready, willing, and able to accept and swallow his orgasm if that is his desire.I wonder if this is true of just about everyone, regardless of gender or the gender of the partner. If you really get into a spanking, if it's not just physical pain, but an emotional yielding to the discipline of a lover, then there's a deep need to give pleasure, and doing so is comforting, soothing, a way of re-establishing my worth, my sexuality, my lovingness. Does that make any sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Much like what is written by this blogger is how I feel.  Spanking gives me the feeling of being chastised, of wanting to please, wanting to be wanted/desired/.... maybe loved (???).  I was RARELY spanked as a child that I can recall, so I don't know where this yearning comes from.  But I totally get pleasure from being disciplined with a few smacks to my ass.  Plus it makes my pussy so wet.... my juices flow and I drip when the Tin Man spanks me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone else out there feel the same way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111923024035144817?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111923024035144817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111923024035144817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111923024035144817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111923024035144817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/spank-me-spank-me-hard.html' title='Spank Me, spank me hard'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111920813726859436</id><published>2005-06-19T14:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:16:21.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A blow job for the Tin Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After the Tin Man told me that he wanted an exclusive fuck-buddy arrangement with me, I couldn't help but feel a little special. And when my daddy makes his little girl feel special there's nothing more that she wants to do than to please him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TM is on vacation with his family for a few days. In light of our recent conversations about not fucking others except when we did it only as a couple, I felt particularly horny and longed for my daddy, the Tin Man. So the day before TM was supposed to leave for vacation I arranged to see him the following morning at his office on the pretense of making a business-related visit to his office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So I show up at his office for our "appointment" and the receptionist has me sign in and calls the Tin Man to tell him his 9 o'clock appointment has arrived. This is the first time I've been to his office. He comes to the reception area, introduces himself, and has me follow him back to his office. I am in my own business attire and I'm pretty excited about seeing him. We enter his office and he closes his door. He has a few employees working immediately outside his office, but the only window looking in has blinds which are shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We make a bit of small talk and then he tells me that he would like to eat my pussy. He knows of course that I don't take those kinds of risks. So he says, I want to touch your tits. He stands up and comes over to the other side of the desk where I am sitting in a chair and he fondles my breasts. He pinches my nipples through the thin sweater I am wearing and I can feel my pussy begin to cream. I look up at him and he tells me how much he wishes he could fuck me. I touch his crotch and feel his cock is already hard. I rub his cock through his slacks. He unzips his slacks, pulls out his cock, and says, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;suck my cock&lt;/span&gt;. I take him in my mouth and he pumps into my mouth a few times. I stop and tell him that we shouldn't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;He goes back behind his desk and sits for a minute and we try small talk again, but immediately it becomes about sex. So he gets back up and unzips his pants, locks the door, and I begin sucking him again. He puts his hand in my hair, but then says, I don't want to mess up your hair. So I am sucking my daddy's cock in his office and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he tells me what a good girl I am&lt;/span&gt;. I look up at him and see him mouth the words, you're the best. His phone rings and he answers it while I continue sucking his cock. I can taste the precum. He's talking fast and trying to sound normal, but he's pumping into my mouth. When he finishes his phone conversation he says, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;daddy wants to cum, will you swallow daddy's cum? I nod, yes.&lt;/span&gt; I look up at him and ask that he tell me when he's cumming. It doesn't take much longer and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he whispers.... now, daddy is cumming now&lt;/span&gt;. And I feel the warm cum flow into my mouth. My daddy is dressed in his business clothes and I don't want to make a mess so I swallow him and don't let his cock out of my mouth.... I want to make sure I get every drop. I feel my daddy tense up and then he relaxes.... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he says, &lt;strong&gt;you're such a good girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel his cum stop flowing, but I gently suck on the very sensitive head of his cock and he jerks a little, and I lick the tip lightly making sure my daddy's cock is clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Tin Man goes back to his chair behind his desk and thanks me. Seeing him so satisfied is such a pleasure for me. He tells me that he will take care of me when he gets back from vacation. I know this is a promise he intends to keep; you see the Tin Man's family will not be returning with him from vacation.... they will be away for three weeks so the Tin Man will be home alone, except for occasional visits from me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We visit a little longer. I get up to look at something on the computer and stand next to the Tin Man behind his desk. He gives me a couple of hard swats on my ass and I leave his office with a little sting on my ass, a wet pussy, and a smile with much to look forward to when he returns from his family vacation!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111920813726859436?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111920813726859436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111920813726859436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111920813726859436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111920813726859436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/blow-job-for-tin-man.html' title='A blow job for the Tin Man'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111920550669147370</id><published>2005-06-19T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T14:35:42.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tin Man may have a heart afterall!</title><content type='html'>It has been two years since I first cheated on my husband. In two years I've had a few lovers. But for the last 18 months one of those lovers has been steady so I guess he would be an affair. I hate that word. To me affair applies only if you are in love with the person or at least have deep emotional attachments which we do not. Anyhow, my 18 month lover is the Tin Man. I gave him that name because he has always tried very hard not to show any emotion or feelings for me. Since we met for the sole purpose of being fuck-buddies, and we have been in a no-strings, no-emotions arrangement.... well he became known to me as the Tin Man. You see we're both married to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tin Man and I have for a long time discussed bringing in other people into our sex life. We have mostly discussed bringing in a bi woman since I have long been bi-curious and had one bi experience when I was 19. But the Tin Man has also been open to having another man although that would be strictly for me as TM is str8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks we've moved toward contacting couples with whom to play and maybe explore swinging. Being a woman is advantageous in this game. I met two couples: Ed &amp; Deb, and John &amp;amp; Jane. With the Tin Man's knowledge I fucked Ed (blogged earlier), and I also went to a swingers club with John &amp; Jane where I played with them and fucked someone who was at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the couples, I've also had other lovers while involved with the Tin Man and he has been aware of some, specifically the men I've met while on business trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week I was invited to play again with Ed &amp;amp; possibly his wife and a new couple that I would be meeting. I shared this with the Tin Man because it would occur while he would be out of town. This is when the Tin Man's little heart became evident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tin Man and I had a heart-to-heart conversation over the phone in which he told me that he really was not okay with my intent to have sex again with Ed and maybe someone new. He said he had been able to overlook the times I had sex with other men when I was on business trips, but he'd not been entirely keen on the thought. Then he said that he was okay the first time I had sex with Ed, but it did bother him a little bit; and that my going to the swingers club was also okay, but again there was a little jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it wasn't easy for the Tin Man to tell me he'd rather I didn't fuck others. We'd skirted around this topic before. I think I had always been honest about how I was a jealous lover; while I never asked him not to have other lovers, I did tell him that I never wanted to know about it. And when I would tell him that I had fucked someone while on a biz trip he always wanted to know the details.... this led me to believe that he was okay with what I was doing. We'd hinted before that maybe we should be exclusive.... but always said that it was for "safety" reasons that we should consider that. Never before until this past week did we openly say we wanted an exclusive arrangement because we were each a bit jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong, we're still interested in swinging or at least swapping with a few select couples. But after our heart-to-heart we decided that we are only going to play with others as a couple. And as a couple, we will probably try to play with only couples. I've come to recognize that a lot of couples who do swing have this type of arrangement.... where they only play together. Now I understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Tin Man and I it's not so much about feelings for each other as it is about a bit of sexual possessiveness. It's not what I would consider unreasonable. I too am a jealous lover. I don't like the thought of him fucking other women, but I would like it if we did it together. It all comes down to a little insecurity. I don't want to risk him finding another "slutty little girl" and he doesn't want me to find a replacement "daddy." We really like what we have with each other.  When you find someone so sexually compatible, you want a little security that you do it for that person like no one else can or will.  Maybe it's a false sense of security, but we are still humans so vain as to think that our cocks or pussies are better than others.  For the time being, the Tin Man has been my best experience and it's hard to imagine that anyone could replace him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange asking someone who is obviously a cheater, and with whom you are cheating not to cheat on you.... LOL. It's difficult to trust someone who is telling you by being with you... I am not to be trusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cancel my play-date with Ed and Deb because I want an exclusive arrangement with the Tin Man. A part of me wonders if he would have declined on an offer to play without me. He has asked me to trust him, and says he will trust me. So I cancelled the play-date although I made one last ditch effort to have the Tin Man let me play alone one last time; which did not go over well, but it did make me realize how serious he was about this new pact...I'm glad he got a little upset with me because it made it easier to behave in a way that would gain his trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tin Man and I have communicated with other couples, and we are hoping in the very near future to have some fun with other couples. I promise to post it here for you to enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111920550669147370?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111920550669147370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111920550669147370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111920550669147370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111920550669147370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/tin-man-may-have-heart-afterall.html' title='The Tin Man may have a heart afterall!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111875836319865775</id><published>2005-06-14T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:12:43.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/MySmile.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/MySmile.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Smile.... the lips that love to suck cock&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111875836319865775?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111875836319865775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111875836319865775' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111875836319865775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111875836319865775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111875782971749539</id><published>2005-06-14T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:03:49.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tin Man's thoughts on my swinging experience</title><content type='html'>I mentioned that after being at the swinger's club I called my lover, Tin Man, and gave him a play-by-play account of what happened.  On Monday, Tin Man sent me an email and shared his thoughts about my swinging experience.  Below is a cut &amp; paste job of Tin Man's email to me.  I've not edited for spelling or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I also reflected alot over the weekend and if I had a blog my entry would have looked something like this.My friend called and gave me all the details about her trip to the swingers club; she sounded just a bit disapointed in the couple that brought her there and for that I was disapointed for her, seems they were not as giving as they could have been.  But as I knew she would, she made sure to find just the right man to scratch the itch she has so frequently.  Apparently there was an exceptionally good looking black man at the club who caught her eye and when the couple she went with seemd to neglect her needs she gravitated to that man.  In my mind I could visulize her sucking his black cock and fucking her and I aksed her in detail if she came, did he have a big cock etc.  I was excited and must say had just a twinge of jelousy as well.  When she told me she came 3 times as he fucked her I was happy for her and knew she had a good time, but at the same time I was disapointed that I was not there to watch and perhaps join in her enjoyment.  In my mind I take greater pleasure from watching and inducing my little girl to orgasm then I ever could from my own cumming.  I very much enjoy our private time as we seem to connect and I soo enjoy watching her orgasm uncontrolled because I made her.   It must be a power thing for me the feeling of power to give her such pleasure and when I cannot be there to witness it it is just a wee bit disapointing.   I do look forward to getting together with her with another couple watching a man fuck her and make her cum as I allow such activity and enjoy her pleasure.  I also look forward to her and another woman I envision a woman eating her pussy as I bite and suck her nipples and whisper in her ear those dirty little things we say to each other as she is cumming.  I am trying to set up some couples on AFF for us and so far there a 3 that have potential and if we can get more then 1 couple to play we could really have a nice party at my house later in the month.Ok there you go some deep thoughs from the Tin Man.  Call me later if you feel up to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That is why he is MY Tin Man and why no one can replace my daddy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111875782971749539?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111875782971749539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111875782971749539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111875782971749539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111875782971749539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/tin-mans-thoughts-on-my-swinging.html' title='Tin Man&apos;s thoughts on my swinging experience'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111875753232384174</id><published>2005-06-14T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T09:58:52.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinger's Club... first experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went to a swingers club last week with couple number one.  They have been swingers for some time and are regulars at this club.  Couple number one will be John and Jane, and the club will simply be 'the club'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went into the club as a guest of john &amp; jane's.  It's okay, a bit older and dank, but clean.  There's a small bar, small dance floor, pool table, and an area with lockers and showers.  The areas of the club for playing (area with beds) and the jacuzzi are nude only areas.  You have to strip and secure all personals in a locker before entering those areas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So we strip and are given towels to wear to 'restricted'/nude areas.  The three of us go the jacuzzi and there are two men there... both relatively nice looking and friendly.  So John, Jane and myself enter the hot tub and we make small talk with the other guys.  Eventually John begins to fondle my breasts and those of his wife.  Then Jane and I begin touching each other's breasts and I take hers in my mouth and suck on her nipples.  John is playing with my pussy in the water and I am also stroking his cock.  I then feel another set of hands playing with the crack of my ass and realize it is the black gentleman who is also in the jacuzzi.  I ask John if I can suck his cock and he gets out of the water, sits on the edge and I take him in my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;While I am sucking John's cock, Jane is fondling my breasts, and the black gentleman (Carter) is fingering my pussy.  The other guy is watching and stroking his very hard cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;John then asks if I want to go upstairs (where the beds and private rooms are located) and I say only if it's just the three of us... me, him, and his wife.  So John tells Carter and the other guy that it is only a party for three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;John and Jane take me to a room that is for couples only.  A couple can however invite a third party if they wish, but basically this room is for couples although there can be more than one couple in there at a time.  So we go in and there is another couple in there and they're watching porn and caressing each other.  So Jane, John and I get on a bed and continue our touching and I suck John's cock some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;John &amp; Jane are kissing and he is fondling her breasts while I give him a blow job.  Then I begin to finger Jane.  She just had her pussy waxed and it is so incredibly smooth.  I then lick it and flick my tongue on her clit.  She moans and I insert a finger in her pussy.  I haven't eaten pussy in a while and hers is perfect!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then moaning is coming from the bed next to us and I look over and see that the woman is impaled on her partner and riding him hard.  She has a great body and looks like she is having a good time on his very long and thick cock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We watch the other couple and then he takes her and puts her on her hands and knees and enters her from behind.  He is fucking her hard.  Jane reaches over and grabs the woman's breasts.  Then she rubs the woman's clit while her partner is pounding her.  John is pinching my nipples and I am rubbing my clit.  Then the man next to us reaches over and rubs my pussy while he keeps pounding his partner.  I then finger Jane and she is soooo wet.    I go back to sucking John and Jane then begins to finger my pussy.... she had told me in our very first meeting that she doesn't go down on women and although she is rubbing my pussy she is not fingering me enough to really stimulate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I grow a little frustrated because it seems like John and Jane like to receive more than they like to give.  John isn't even giving much to his own wife and seems more intent in receiving oral and not doing much for anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I finally suggest going to another area of the club... I teasingly say, "I'd like to do some comparison shopping."  So we get out of bed and head to an open room where there are sofas and beds and about 5 men watching porn and wrapped at the waist in their towels.  John takes a seat on the edge of one of the beds and he begins to grab his wife's breasts.  He comments that he is still hard and flashes us his erect cock.  I look at him and he says, "How about completing that blow job."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not wanting to pleasure him when I feel like he has done so little for me, I say to him.... "Welllllll, I was instead hoping that that guy in the cap would play with me in one of the cubbies (referring to a cubicle)" and I pointed to the Carter who had been in the jacuzzi with us.  So Carter says, You don't have to ask me twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think John was a little disappointed, but oh well..... I was disappointed in his performance or lack there of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I lead Carter to a cubicle with a mattress.  Now there are six cubicles that are semi-private.  They're really hardly private.  You can hear every sound/whisper and while they have doors, you have the options of leaving them open.  And they're only a few steps away from the big open room where everyone is watching porn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carter asks if I want the door open or closed and I tell him I prefer closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So we begin touching and he grabs my breasts.  He tells me I have the most beautiful face which he noticed in the jacuzzi.  He said he also loved my breasts and playing with my pussy earlier.  I reach for his cock which is getting quite erect.  I then begin to suck on his cock.  His cock is incredibly long.... I can't take all of him in my mouth.  I can fill my mouth with him and still have  enough length to wrap my hand around.  He is not too thick, but omg he is long.  His cock becomes a rock in my mouth and he is moaning.  I lay back beside him and he moves between my legs.  He licks at my clit a few times which is sooooo wet.  I simply say, fuck me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Carter puts on a condom and he enters me so slowly and smoothly.  I am rubbing my clit while he pumps in and out of me and in no time I have an incredible orgasm.  My pussy tightens around him and his pace is hard and fast and soon I am screaming with a more intense orgasm.  The man is fucking me hard and deep. My legs are spread wide and my feet are on the walls.  I am lifting my ass to meet his thrusts.  Unbelievably he keeps pounding into my pussy and I cum a third time.  This time I scream loudly.... my pussy is pulsating in waves of pleasure and his cock is pounding away.  After a few minutes Carter cums.... he moans and then grunts... he has my right nipple in his mouth and is making these grunting noises as he buries his cock deep into me.  I squeeze his cock with my pussy.  I am weak in the knees.  He has satisfied my pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We lie there for a few minutes and make small talk. He asked if I am married (the ring gives it away) and asks where I live.  I ask him a few questions. I tell him it's my first time at the club and he says he hopes it won't be my last.  I tell him I must leave because I do have to get home and he kisses me lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When we open the door to the cubicle there is a man sitting right outside the door.  I think he was waiting his turn.  The man asks me why I am leaving and I tell him I have to.  John and Jane are waiting and Jane smiles and says, sounds like you enjoyed Carter.  John says, you weren't supposed to have that much fun.   LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jane tells me that she has already showered.  So we all go downstairs and John kisses me on the shoulder and says I hope you had fun and I'm glad you came with us.  Personally I don't think he was pleased that I brushed him off earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went into the shower and the man who had been outside the cubicle went in with me.  These are communal showers like when you took gym in high school.  He touches one of my breasts and asks me why I am leaving so early.  I push his hand away and turn my back to him.  I am cordial and tell him that I simply have to leave.  He respects that I do not wish to play with him.  But I do see that John looks in to make sure I am okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So I thank John and Jane for taking me to the club and we part.  On the way home I call my Tin Man and give him an account to of the events.  We discussing going to the club together in the near future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111875753232384174?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111875753232384174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111875753232384174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111875753232384174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111875753232384174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/swingers-club-first-experience.html' title='Swinger&apos;s Club... first experience'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111836840758122568</id><published>2005-06-09T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:53:27.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Swing!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm going to a swingers club tomorrow afternoon with couple number one, S &amp; S.  They've been going there for a few years and have invited me to make up their threesome tomorrow.  I've been put on notice that others may want to join, but I am free to decline.  Hmmmm, we'll see what happens!  This is my first time to a swingers club... excited and a little nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the term 'swinging' originate anyway??  Enlighten me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111836840758122568?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111836840758122568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111836840758122568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836840758122568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836840758122568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-swing.html' title='Lets Swing!!!'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111836475499976396</id><published>2005-06-09T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:52:35.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/toomuchsun.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/toomuchsun.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit of a sunburn... care to soothe it with some special balm??&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111836475499976396?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111836475499976396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111836475499976396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836475499976396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836475499976396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-bit-of-sunburn.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111836363088287241</id><published>2005-06-09T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:33:50.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/melanie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/melanie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  You want me to take it off?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111836363088287241?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111836363088287241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111836363088287241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836363088287241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836363088287241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-you-want-me-to-take-it-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111836357273641307</id><published>2005-06-09T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:32:52.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/melaniesnip.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/melaniesnip.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so sore and tender after nibbling&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111836357273641307?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111836357273641307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111836357273641307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836357273641307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836357273641307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-so-sore-and-tender-after-nibbling.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111836352232326044</id><published>2005-06-09T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:32:02.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/640/bignip.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/6301/320/bignip.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nip in pink light after some sucking &amp; twisting&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111836352232326044?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111836352232326044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111836352232326044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836352232326044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111836352232326044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-nip-in-pink-light-after-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111832554734993374</id><published>2005-06-09T08:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:54:54.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the husband</title><content type='html'>I met a couple a few days ago who were interested in bringing another woman into the bedroom... Deb &amp; Ed. They play with other couples and with women, but Deb seems to have more male friends and they were also interested in a woman who would not only play with them together, but who was also willing to have sex one-on-one with Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they really seemed to like me because the night I met them as I was leaving he said he really hoped to hear from me and she said the same thing. So yesterday I called Deb to tell her I was available for the evening if she &amp;amp; her hubby wanted to play. She said that he would love to play with me alone, so last night I fucked her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed up at their house and was greeted by Ed, Deb was also there and she said she would see us later and told us to have fun! You would think that it would be awkward, but it wasn't at all. Deb didn't leave the house while we were in the bedroom fucking. It was really very naughty and oh soooo hot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bedroom the mood was set with candles. I asked Ed, "What do you like?" And he answered me with a long exploring kiss. I love good kissers, and that he is. So we kissed a bit and then my shirt came off and he caressed my breasts and continued kissing me. I prompted him to remove his shirt and we continued to kiss. I undressed down to my bra and panties and laid on the king size bed and he joined me. He continued to kiss me passionately and he pressed against me and I could feel his very hard cock against my thigh. He palmed my pussy through my lacy panties and traced my slit through the thin fabric. Ed is a much more gentle than TM and it was a welcomed change of pace for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed his cock through his boxers and he moved my panties to one side and probed my pussy and commented on how wet I was. I loved the feel of his cock because he was shaved and I tugged on his boxers so that he would remove them. So we completely stripped and I had to taste that cock. He is average but his cock is so clean and perfectly shaped.... such a wonderful cock to suck. I licked &amp; ran my tongue underneath his cock, fondled his balls, and took him fully in my mouth. I looked up at him from between his legs and stroked him with the head of his cock in my mouth. Then I took him fully, pressing my face against him so that his cock would hit the back of my throat. Flexing my throat as if to swallow I massaged his cock deeply in my mouth. The moans coming from him made my pussy so wet and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up to lay beside him and he kissed me hard, pinned my hands above my head and pressed his lips to mine, parted my mouth with his tongue and moaned into my mouth. He then took my right nipple in his mouth and sucked it so sensually, I could feel my juices running out of my pussy back into my asshole. I told him, I love to be finger fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed puts two fingers in my pussy and pumps them in and out. While sucking my nipples and kissing my breasts I am telling him what I like right into his ear. I love the way you are finger fucking me, I want you to violate my pussy, I am your whore tonight and my pussy is yours to do as you please. I am your slut. Did you like the way I sucked your cock? I will come over and suck your cock anytime you call and want to fuck my mouth and my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rubbing my clit while he fingered me hard, fast and deep. He was breathing hard at my words and the sound of my slurping pussy responding to his fingers. I had my first orgasm with him this way and it was amazing. He kissed me as I moaned and screamed. He caressed me and I felt my juices against my hips, on my ribcage, and on my face as he held my face to kiss me some more. In gratitude I proceeded to suck his cock some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucked his cock with the warmth of my mouth. I licked and sucked his balls and teased his ass. His cock was rock hard in my mouth and glistened with pre-cum when I withdrew it to stroke it. MMmmmm, he really has a beautiful cock and I love to suck them when they are that perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to look at him and he asked if he could taste my pussy. I laid on my back and he asked me to move to the edge of the bed. He kneeled between my legs and ran his tongue up and down my slit from my asshole to my hooded clit. I was so sensitive and swollen from the finger induced orgasm that I was shuddering at his probing with his tongue. I put my hands in his hair and when it seemed like I couldn't take the sensitivity I pushed him back a little. He licked every inch of my pussy..... up and down, sucking my pussy lips, rimming my asshole, and dipping his tongue inside of me. OMG.... soooooo damn good! I was moaning and my juices were flowing. He moaned and hummed against my pussy. Then I came. And as I was cumming he sucked on my clit. It was the best oral orgasm I'd had in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed loves to kiss so he came up to kiss me and I tasted my sweet pussy on his lips and tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played some more with touching, fingering, sucking and tasting each other. I laid on the bed with me head on the edge while he stood with his cock in my mouth. I rubbed my own clit while he pinched and twisted my nipples, and pumped his cock in &amp;amp; out of my mouth. My pussy continued to get wet. I finally told him I wanted him to fuck me. Ed put on a condom and I got on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He entered me from behind and pounded my pussy. His balls slapped at my mound and he pulled me into his deep thrusts. He was so hard and felt so good. He spread my ass cheeks and caressed my back. I pushed back against him and he pounded away. I had my final orgasm this way..... a rarity in this position for me. My pussy was hot and satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and held each other for a while after all that fucking. He asked me questions and he seemed really genuine about wanting to know me as a person/friend not just someone he fucked. We kissed some more which surprised me a little and he continued to caress me as we talked. I told him I really enjoyed our time together, and he responded as I was hoping.... he said he did as well and wanted to do it again if I was open to it. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Debbie will join us in the future. I think I have some great new friends!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111832554734993374?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111832554734993374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111832554734993374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111832554734993374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111832554734993374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/doing-husband.html' title='Doing the husband'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111819064407130343</id><published>2005-06-07T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:36:16.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Info with the Tin Man</title><content type='html'>I talked to TM today. I soooo enjoy talking to him...his voice makes me horny and yeah, we usually have sexually explicit conversations. Although I wouldn't call it phone sex since we're both at work during our phone conversations; while quite arousing I don't have the opportunity to play with my pussy during these conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM is a master at dirty talk. He replays some of our fuck sessions and creates scenarios for the future when he will eat my pussy, finger me, fuck me, and make me suck his cock. He knows I've been talking to the two couples about a threesome. Our plan is that once I become involved with one or both couples they will welcome him and we can have a group type thing at his house this summer when his family is away on vacation. TM told me today that he will tell me to suck and fuck another man and asked if I would enjoy him watching. He said he will put his cock in another pussy while I fuck someone else. One thing I like about TM is although he's not extremely dominant, he does seem to direct me to do things I might not take the initiative to do on my own. And it makes me feel like the little girl who wants to please her daddy. Not traditional dom &amp; sub roles, but more the daddy &amp;amp; little girl wanting-to-please daddy roles. I cannot explain how it makes me feel both dirty, naughty, and pleasured all at once. He doesn't force me, but yet coaxes me. He knows how I succumb to him and knows exactly what to say. When he wants to test how far I will go he'll suggest something, if I resist, then he presents it a different way until I agree; it's not until after I agree that I realize how he manipulated me to get his way all along. I love this about him, my sinful daddy who gets his little girl to do dirty things and which she knows are forbidden and is ashamed that she enjoys it so much. And this is truly how I feel and the cycle of the emotions; the mental stimulation of this 'game' is equally satisfying as the physical pleasure of being with TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I imagine us having sex with another couple or a group of people I am aroused at the thought of seeing him fuck other women. I want to see him pleasure them the way he pleasures me. I want to see if they react and respond to him the same way that I do. I also want to participate in pleasuring the women that he will fuck. I want to 'get them ready' for him by kissing them, fondling their breasts, licking their pussies, and fingering them gently.... so unlike to the rough way he will manhandle them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that is hard for me to imagine is fucking someone else in TM's presence. He assures me that he would like to see this as much as I would like to watch him with someone else, but a part of me feels like I am betraying my daddy. I am not sure I want him to see me be someone else's whore. Even though I've been with others and TM is aware of it, I feel something different when I think about him watching me. I like the thought that I am his 'only good girl' and that my pussy is only his because really he has been the best lover in many years. It's not about fidelity/exclusivity/love/emotional attachments, etc. so it's hard to explain what actually is that is going through my mind. I guess it's like when you know you're boyfriend is dating others, but you can live with it so long as you don't see it or know the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fucked others since I've been seeing TM, but no one has fucked me as good as he does. No one knows how to get in my head, my mind, my psyche the way he has. I don't have to ask him what to do or how to do it... he reads me perfectly. He fucks my mind as well as he fucks my pussy. I hope TM will be my lover for a long time. I don't need him to satisfy any other part of my life, he is my soul-mate in the world of fuck buddies. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111819064407130343?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111819064407130343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111819064407130343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111819064407130343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111819064407130343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/sharing-info-with-tin-man.html' title='Sharing Info with the Tin Man'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111806954054375567</id><published>2005-06-06T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:05:35.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Threesomes and moresomes</title><content type='html'>Last week I spoke with two couples who I met on my favorite 'meet to suck &amp; fuck' website and they are swingers. I didn't meet them at the same time, but ironically they know each other. Let me back up and explain why I met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tin Man and I have for a while now discussed bringing in a third party for sex. I have long fantasized about being with another woman, which greatly pleases the Tin Man since he is typical male and that is also a fantasy of his. However, we've discussed the third party being either female or male although two males would be strictly for my pleasure as Tin Man is not bi-curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself did have one experience with a woman when I was 19 and in college, but that's a different blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, last year I did meet a woman who was also bi-curious and we went to dinner several times and became good friends. We didn't however ever move into an intimate relationship. Quite honestly after becoming good friends it was hard for me to cross the line into sex. She was also a little more assertive which 'spooked' me. I knew she wanted to play around because she would call me and leave very sexually explicit messages on my voice mail which should have turned me on AND would have if they were from a man, but the effect was different from a woman. If I had to put my finger on it (LOL) after becoming good friends, I couldn't see having sex with her. But because I continued to be curious and highly aroused by seeing girl on girl porn, I decided to seek again recently, but opted to go for a couple seeking another female. So that's how I got to meeting the 2 couples last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUPLE NUMBER ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I emailed a couple who live in my area and who had a profile on the website. They had pictures on their website although I do not have a picture on my profile. So they immediately emailed me back asking that I email the again at their personal email addy and to send pics. I emailed them, gave them general info about myself and sent three pictures. They replied and are very interested and suggest meeting soon... just an introductory meeting. I send them my work phone number and that afternoon Susan called me and we talked. We agreed to meet at a local restaurant after I got off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I meet Sue &amp;amp; Steve and they are such a great and friendly couple. A little older than myself, and attractive... their personalities make them very likable and the seem like so much fun. It's a funny thing when you meet people through this website because you don't have to play all the little games of trying to impress someone. You are on that site because you want to meet people to have sex with so you can quickly get to discussing the purpose of your meeting. Sure it sounds crass, but those of you reading this KNOW that anytime you meet someone at a bar or any place, if you are in 'dating mode' in your life, in the back of your mind you are wondering if you are going to have sex with this person some day in the future.... admit it, you do! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking about our experiences meeting people on the website and they tell me they've been in 'the lifestyle' (how it will always be referred) for about 7 years. They were high school sweethearts and have been together all these years. They freely discuss what they look for in partners, they discussed their limits &amp; boundaries, they said they ALWAYS play together... never separately, and they tell me they're interested in me. I think one of the things that made them so sexy is that they both equally love sex and you know that they love it with each other more than anything.... sharing pleasure with other people only makes them more attracted to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a difficult concept for a lot of people to understand and I know many people cannot imagine how two people can have sex with others and claim to love one another. Well I'm not here to change your value or belief system and I don't expect you to judge me or the people I write about. So if you have opposing beliefs or opinions and cannot read this without bashing me then please log out of my blog; but even if you don't understand or agree and can still read this out of pure curiosity, then I welcome you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve &amp; Susan always practice safe sex and they have small gatherings in their home and also go to a club only 30 miles from where we live. They've asked me to go to the club which I've agreed to do this coming Friday. I may just go to watch, but I'm actually excited and will likely 'play' with Steve &amp;amp; Susan. I have my own fantasy scenario going on in my head about what will happen, so you'll just have to wait post-Friday to see if it happened ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUPLE NUMBER TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I had replied to a profile on the website posted by a woman who is bi-curious. She said that she was looking for a female who was also bi-curious and that her husband approved and would be interested in watching but not participating. So we exchanged a few emails, but never moved forward to even meeting in person. Our schedules just didn't allow for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last week when I emailed couple #1, this lady emailed me to ask if I was interested in meeting her &amp; her husband for some play time. It turned out she was the same woman who I'd exchanged emails with previously, her name is Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and her husband are new to the lifestyle but they play both separately and together. She said she has met several male friends but has only been intimate with two on a semi-regular basis. She said her husband is a bit more shy and has one female friend with whom they've both had sex and that they are having a difficult time finding females.... much easier finding males!! Surprise!!! NOT! Debbie said she has been to a club and really enjoys it, but says her husband is not interested in going to a club and prefers to play at home. I told Debbie that I had recently met a couple who live in our area who were really nice. She asked if they were named Sue &amp;amp; Steve and described them and I said YES! She met them recently at the same club they attend. So I'm learning that this is a tight little community of swingers and while excited about experiencing it at least once, I am also a bit nervous about seeing a recognizable face!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to meet Debbie &amp; her husband tonight, just an initial meeting to make certain there is some compatibility and that we want to enter some type of arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just writing all this seems so surreal. It truly is a different world. And all of the people I have met and who are involved are intelligent, often well educated &amp;amp; professional working people. I know people will say, well how do you know these people are who they claim to be?? When they disclose where they live, give you personal home phone numbers, agree to meet you in public, tell you where they work so that you can verify it, then you can check everything out to see if it's on the up &amp;amp; up. When they are not open to sharing information. If you can't call them at home, check their listing in a phone book, go to their home or job, then that raises red flags. The more candid they are, the easier it is to verify information. And still must always use a degree of caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know if I participate in a threesome or moresome in the future!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111806954054375567?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111806954054375567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111806954054375567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111806954054375567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111806954054375567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/threesomes-and-moresomes.html' title='Threesomes and moresomes'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111771609865239248</id><published>2005-06-02T08:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T08:45:53.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>Last night I wrote about my lover and my most memorable fuck session. As I lay in bed last night thinking about TM and how we met online I began to think of the other fuck buddies I've met on the same website. I got out of bed and made a quick list of names. I knew there were a few, but had not really counted in a while. I thought before I begin to forget, I'd better make "The List".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is in order by my first indiscretion to the most recent. No last names will be used, and only a small detail to remind me of the 'occasion'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vinnie, Las Vegas, May 2003; while at a conference&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chris, WPB, Summer 2003....33; last a few months; good lover but emotionally needy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tin Man (Bob), WPB, January 2004 .... and my current lover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steve, WPB, Spring 2004.... generally boring; loves to receive, but not give oral&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandy, Alabama business trip, June 2004; a wonderful lover, one I could dangerously become attached to if he were local; we've stayed in touch &amp; considered a 'friend'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rick, WPB, Summer 2004... single, very handsome &amp;amp; shy; not assertive enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walter, Wellington, Summer 2004... much older, amazingly talented at performing oral sex on me; a true 'giver'; extremely wealthy and not available enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;David, WPB, Fall 2004.... older, boring, no stamina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rich, WPB, Winter 2004.... only 26!!! My youngest lover and very cute; married; loves performing oral, but for a young guy not too creative... probably because he is a computer genius and too analytical (have seen him three times, most recently May 2005)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Terry, WPB, Spring 2005.... one time only; he's in a serious relationship; the emails &amp; chat were much hotter than the real thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geoff, Chicago, May 2005.... 32; married &amp; going thru a divorce; while I was attending a conference; amazing guy, lots of fun; great sex, but could be more if the circumstances allowed. We're in touch long distance, but for how long who knows? Anyway, spent three wonderful nights having great sex!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael, WPB at the Hilton, May 2005... he was here on business from Michigan and we chatted on AFF and I went to meet him the same day. VERY good lover; too bad he doesn't live here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111771609865239248?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111771609865239248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111771609865239248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111771609865239248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111771609865239248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111767291058926326</id><published>2005-06-01T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:41:50.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Memorable Fuck Session</title><content type='html'>My lover and I live in Florida on the east coast.  Yes, we were hit by the hurricanes last year.  Incidentally I met TM (Tin Man) early 2004 and we've been having great sex since; both of us are married so this is a very discreet, no strings attached arrangement.  Fortunately TM has a condo (separate from his home) which we use(d) on a very regular basis last year for our fuck sessions.  UNfortunately the condo is right on the beach and sustained a lot of damage in the hurricanes last September so we've resorted to less frequent meetings at a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..... One of the most memorable condo sessions last summer was when TM spent a lot of time massaging my G-spot.  Yes, it really exists and the orgasm from that kind of stimulation would live in any woman's memory!!  We were at the condo and probably like usual we popped in some porn.  The sound of people fucking arouses me more than watching those plotless things.  TM had undressed me and was immediately sucking my nipples while pinning my hands at the wrists above my head.  He never starts gently, it's always rough fondling of my breasts, pinching my nipples and then hard sucking.  He was assaulting my nipples with his mouth, taking each nipple between his teeth and biting and tugging.  I was squirming beneath him... wanting him to stop and wanting him to continue.  Rough stimulation to my nipples makes my pussy sooooo wet and I feel my clit swell as though the attention were to the clit instead of my nipples.  I am convinced that there is a nerve that directly connects my nipples to my  clit because you stimulate one and I feel it in the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM then slaps my tits and I wince with the pleasure of the pain.  He then checks my pussy for the results of his work on my nipples and finds that I am dripping and glistening with wetness.  I love both the way he smiles at the 'accomplishment' of arousing me so much and the way he wickedly smiles to let me know that he has only started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spread my pussy lips and ran his fingers up and down my slit... lingering at my clit and then at the entrance to my hole.  Then the assault begins on my pussy when he shoves two fingers into me and he begins sucking my clit... pressing his tongue hard against my little hard button and then alternately sucking it.  I feel his fingers deep inside of me, probing, violating me fervently.  I am screaming the pleasure is soooooo intense.   My thighs shudder as I climax and then he puts a finger in my ass.  OMG, I can only scream.  He is asking me if I like what he's doing to me and I can't speak.... I make incoherent sounds and I feel like it's someone else making the noises and not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without allowing my orgasm to subside TM gets on his knees, lifts me by my ankles, spreads me wide and shoves his hard cock into me.  He pounds me so hard in the middle of my orgasm and I just keep cumming and I can see my tits bobbing up and down and my nipples are so erect.  I can hear the slurping sound of my pussy being stretched by cock as he fucks me fast and hard.  He calls me his whore and Daddy's little slut which makes me want him even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TM withdraws from me and says, "Suck Daddy's cock."  I can't speak, I just want to catch my breath.  I get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth.  I feel his hands in my hair and he doesn't pull me to him but instead pumps himself into my mouth.  I can taste my own pussy.  I fondle his balls and suck my juices off of his cock.  Not wanting to cum he stops and pushes me away.  He then asks me to get on my hands and knees on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do as he says, but feel weak in the knees so I put most of my weight forward on my elbows.  Then I feel his fingers inside my pussy... first one, then two.  Then I feel my little dildo probing my ass as he works it in.  He hands me a small vibrating egg and instructs me to put it on my clit.  I say no and he spanks me and says, Do as Daddy says.  I put the egg on my clit.  While my clit is being stimulated and a dildo is in my ass I am aware that the greatest pleasure is coming from the pressure of his fingers inside of me.  He is pressing hard against my pubic bone, like right behind my clit but from inside my pussy.  He is rubbing and rubbing and my asshole is tightening around the dildo.  And then I begin to shudder in the most intense orgasm ever and I feel like I have just urinated, but soon realize that I have squirted.  I drop the vibrating egg from my clit, the stimulation is too much.  I can't stop cumming.... I collapse forward on my face and I cannot take the stimulation and try pushing TM away but he won't stop and I feel too weak from the waves of my climax to fight him.  My asshole is gripping the dildo, my pussy is pulsating and squeezing his fingers and I am convulsing on the bed face down.  The orgasm subsides very slowly..... it is the best because it doesn't just stop but it subsides very slowly.  I have tears in my eyes and a warmth all over my body but intense heat from my pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I feel like I am going to be able to rest, TM pulls me back up on my knees and enters my pussy from behind.  Now I know it's his turn, and thankfully I know it's not going to take long.  But surprise surprise it does take a few minutes and he is fingering my ass as he pounds into me.  I love the sound of skin on skin slapping against each other, my pussy is wet and slurpy, and my asshole is stretched and receiving.  My pussy is feeling good and the little aftershocks are just enough to make me glad that he's still inside of me.  He calls me his cunt and that is another word that makes me feel like a whore, a role that I relish.  TM cums inside of me and he reaches under me and grabs my mound as if to squeeze me around him... milking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and miss that condo and can't wait for the repairs to be complete because a hotel just isn't the same!!  And I love fucking.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111767291058926326?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111767291058926326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111767291058926326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111767291058926326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111767291058926326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/06/most-memorable-fuck-session.html' title='The Most Memorable Fuck Session'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12948900.post-111635709163654603</id><published>2005-05-17T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T15:42:59.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A History about my lover, the Tin Man</title><content type='html'>I've had my lover for 15 months, I call him Tin Man.... he can be heartless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met TM on a website called adultfriendfinder. We are both married and had profiles on this website to find partners for an extramarital affair. We were both seeking 'no strings' arrangements and fortunately it has been working for us for more than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met TM only days after a couple of email exchanges. We met for lunch and the attraction was enough and so was the comfort level that the same day of our first meeting we went to a place he owns that's private and had the most amazing sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall that when I arranged to have lunch with him for our first meeting I had absolutely no intention of engaging in sex. But to be honest I was soooo horny and we hit it off &amp; I felt absolutely safe that I just didn't think about turning down his invitation to go to his condo. I was a bit nervous because I didn't feel "prepared".... I hadn't shaved and told him that.... lol. That was the last thing he was worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember undressing and him touching my breasts and asking if I was nervous. I said yes, but I was also excited and very aroused. He fondled my breasts firmly, and when I moaned I think he knew I liked "firm" so he did it more roughly and that is exactly what I wanted... hard &amp;amp; rough sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were both completely undressed and on the king size bed, we kissed hungrily.... pure sexual desire. Don't get me wrong.... neither of us are 'hot looking model types', quite far from that. But we both love kinky, hot sex and that compatibility made for great sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While kissing he played with my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples...harder with my every moan. He sucked my erect nipples and I urged him to suck them harder. He pinched and twisted my nipples and the pain was so pleasurable for me. I know some of you can understand that fine line between pleasure and pain. I spread my legs hoping for his attention, and yes, then he felt my pussy and commented that I was soooo wet. I loved the way he said, "my god, your pussy is so fucking wet." And he rubbed my slit and clit and slipped a couple of fingers into me. I was more aroused and my pussy more wet that I remembered being in a long time.... almost embarrasingly too wet. I loved the slurpy sound of his fingers fucking my pussy. And then I was completely sure that I would love fucking this man when he proceeded to perform oral sex on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, he was so good at eating my pussy (and still is). He licked and sucked at my pussy lips &amp; clit like he was devouring a great meal. And he finger fucked my pussy and asshole while eating me. He sucked on my clit and flicked his tongue over it again and again. He inserted his tongue into my pussy and pressed his face into my mound and hummed, causing a vibration to pleasure me. I had an incredible orgasm. I remember screaming and cumming for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love pleasing a man orally and I am more willing and generous doing so when the man is not only good at performing oral sex on me, but also when it's obvious that he truly likes it and it isn't 'obligatory' for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I sucked his cock and I remember loving it. My lover is so clean and that's important to me. I think a lot more women would enjoy giving their partners blow jobs if they practiced good hygiene. I digress. Anyhow, his cock is average in size and girth.... but it gets so erect and being such a good lover, I do love sucking his cock. One thing I don't recall about our first meeting is whether I swallowed his cum or not. I have many times in our 'relationship', but don't recall hether I did in that first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do clearly remember that he also fucked my pussy with his cock. He had me on my back, spread my legs while holding them at the ankles toward his shoulders, and he was pounding me deep and hard. It was during this very first encounter that I called him 'daddy' and asked him if he liked his fucking his 'good girl'. I know that to some of you that sounds perverse, but please know that it is only role playing and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;never, ever would I consider an incestuous relationship healthy, sane, appropriate or legal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that first incident we do refer to each other in those roles. But also after that first meeting, we talked about real boundaries and our understanding of those mere fantasy roles. My lover has two children and not once have I ever doubted that he is a decent &amp;amp; protective father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the great sex....&lt;br /&gt;My lover brought me to multiple orgasms that first day, and I was greatly impressed when he himself had a second erection and fucked me again &amp;amp; again. I remember laughing when he gave me this disclaimer..... he himself being surprised by his own performance 'warned' me that he tends to be a one-shot lover. So yes, that first meeting was the only time we've had an encore performance from his cock. But that's not to say he isn't amazing at taking care of me many times by other means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how I met the Tin Man and a little about our first tryst. I'll write more about the more memorable sessions in the very near future. I must add that I have decided to blog about our experiences because the more of them that I have with him (and other lovers), the more I am starting to forget the little details. I'll also blog about why I cheat, and why my lover cheats. I'll blog about other men I've fucked and why I know I won't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCN (married cheating nymph)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12948900-111635709163654603?l=marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/feeds/111635709163654603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12948900&amp;postID=111635709163654603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111635709163654603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12948900/posts/default/111635709163654603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marriedcheatingnymph.blogspot.com/2005/05/history-about-my-lover-tin-man.html' title='A History about my lover, the Tin Man'/><author><name>Melanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02306219598246741459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6829/1119/1600/dorothy.tinman.0.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
