Those of you who have followed me for a while are well versed in my adventures with my neighbor/evil gym trainer/occasional make out partner, The Wee General. I've told some of you off the blog of her immersion in religious fanatacism, and our ultimate dry spell in the foolin' around department.
Well.
During the past several months of my pseudo-blog vacation, there's been some developments.
Ahem.
TWG's swerve-eth towards the pulpit hath taken a left turn-eth.
About a month ago or so ago, she called me and asked if she could borrow me one evening. She needed some advice on interviewing for a job via a committee. I headed over with a bottle of wine, per usual, and we sat and drank and talked out strategies. I was going to head home, when she kissed me on the cheek. Basically.....the dam broke.
*giggle*
Five minutes later, we were rolling around on the floor, laughing and squealing and kissing. It had been quite a while.
*melt*
As usual, we were interrupted.
Her husband drove up. Lame! I saw the headlights through the window, lept up, straightened my clothes, and skipped home.
The next weekend, she caught me in the driveway. We were kind of joking around about the latest interruption. I mentioned my husband had gone out of town on business.
I swear, I could see the wheels turning on her face.
In a forced sort of non-chalance, she asked if I had plans that night. I attempted to play coy, and asked what she had in mind. She rather bluntly asked me if I was interested in playing with her and her husband.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhm.
*squeak*
I never expected THAT!
I became flustered as hell, made some sort of lame excuse, and RAN.
Oi.
Fast forward a couple days.
I work cuh-raaaaazy hours several days a week. I came home one night around midnight. TWG and her husband staggered out of the shadows and towards my car.
Oh man. Herrrrrrrrre we go.
TWG practically tackled me, hugging me hard and kissing my neck. Her husband walked over to us, and hugged us both. A threeway hug, of sorts. Immediately they began trying to coax me over for a drink. I disentangled myself from their pawing, and slowwwwwwly backed away, making every excuse I could think of. They were making the same pouty-lipped-frowny-face at me as I made my escape.
Fast forward a week or so.
Hub was out of town again.
The neighbors were aware.
How do they always know????
TWG called to see if I wanted to come over. She made a point of mentioning that her hub was working late. Ahhhhhhhh...... Yay............
So, I went.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm.......
Good lord, can that girl ever kiss.
Within about 30 minutes, we were on her couch, both of us topless and braless. I was on top of her (a first for me!) kissing those extraordinary fakies of hers (D's! Woot!). I felt a hand on my ass. Mmmmmmm. I love having my ass clutched in the heat of the moment.
The hand relaxed a bit. Fingers began slowwwwwwwwly trailing up my body. I shivered.
And then.....
I realized.........
Oh. Mah. Gawd.
I had three hands on me.
WTF?!?!?!?!?
I startled, looked over my shoulder, and there was her husband.
Apparently he snuck in through the back door.
Soooo.....there I am.....on top of TWG, half naked....they both have their hands on me......
Where's my clothes? Where the fuck did she throw my tshirt?!?!?!
OMFG. Across the room.
I jumped off of TWG, and backed away towards my shirt. Both of them looking me up and down. Have you ever been burned by someone's eyes? Holy merde.
I slipped in to my shirt.
I looked for my bra, but couldn't find it.
While I was standing there speechless, he climbed on top of her and began kissing her neck while she watched me.
Ooomph.
They asked me to stay, but I left.
As I walked home, I noticed her husband's car parked several houses down the street.
Sneaky.
Soooo.....that is Indecent Proposal, Door #1.
You'll have to wait a bit to read about Indecent Proposal, Door #2.
I will give you a quick tease tho.
It came from a man rather infamous for his.....uhm.....shall we say...."build"?
*wink*
