Random Musings

The party at our neighbor’s home this weekend was a great time. He did a super job redesigning and decorating his modern style house in an eclectic motif that gave it a very hip, artsy, feel. We helped set up the outside earlier in the day so that the evening’s festivities could be handled outside as well as inside. Good crowd too. I categorized the party in two compositions: Under-35, and Over 35. Angie and I spent some time early on chatting up a young 20-something couple and their male friend on the comic brilliance of My Cousin Vinny, but it was apparent that the dialogue between people of rather significant disparity in age can be somewhat limited given natural differences in experiences and maturity. Angie and I are young at heart, so we had no problem laughing over “the two yoots,” and the scene of Vinny Gambini firing a 45 caliber pistol into the wooded darkness outside a hunting cabin…. while wearing white boxer shorts and a black leather jacket. You’d have to have seen the movie to know what I am talking about. But trust me on this one, if you haven’t seen the movie, do so. It is very funny.

Angie and I were eventually introduced to a small group closer to our age, and we had a fine time with them. We knew a couple of folks through other associations; and others we met for the first time. It was very interesting that one of the single 40-something women in our group came at the invitation of our host, of whom he was convinced he could have had a liaison upon meeting her at a bar the night before (we found this out earlier in the day). But the fact his girlfriend was coming to the party put reality into the equation. The woman is an attractive blond with a runner’s body. Some would say she is hot. Angie told me later that Ms. 40-something had a boob job, and I got to wondering ”how the hell does she find this shit out?” The irony of this meeting was the fact that Ms. 40-Something was the girlfriend of a cop several years ago who owned this very same house at the time. In the summer evenings they used to go out onto the deck of the second floor and fuck their brains out. Let me tell you. She was a screamer. I kept looking at her and imagining her “en flagrante delicto,” bent over the railing, hollering “oh baby you’re the greatest.” He had a weird vibe about him, and I bet he did her with policeman' hat, white socks, and black shoes on.

Anyway, I found myself attuned to several conversations going on around me, and noticed that there was a lot of sexual innuendo and pointed sexual comments made in jest amongst various people. I thought to myself “parties like this bring out The Energy. “Now who would be suitable for playmates?” Our neighbor’s girlfriend is a very attractive blond, and as we chatted each other up I allowed my mind to consider the possibilities. I’ve remarked on her boyfriend, our neighbor, in the past, and how Angie thought he had potential, so the fact his girlfriend was there had my wheels turning on a three-some between Angie and those two. There were other young and attractive people all about, but the reality was that some were acquaintances with our older daughters. Still, as far as I am concerned, Angie was the best looking woman in the whole crowd. Too bad she wore long dark blue jeans that hid her sparkling ankle bracelets. Those possessed of The Truth would have understood. I think I like this kind of hunt, rather than perusing the Internet match making scene.

Angie engaged a young single guy in small talk who recently moved into the neighborhood. I was standing nearby, but in another conversation so I didn’t hear their exchange, but Eve said he invited her to stop by his house anytime. Hmmm.

Angie thought maybe he was too young and better suited for one of our “big” girls. That’s a mother for you. She gets the eye from a young stud and thinks first about her girls. Gotta love her. There’s that neighbor factor too, that kind of freaks me, so maybe it would be useless fantasy with this guy anyway.

Later in bed, after we left the party, Angie and I could have drawn on some of that energy to get it on in style, but for the fact I was troubled with a belly ache. Too much keg beer. Things had to wait until last night, but the images didn’t fade. And I always marvel at how great it feels when our bare pubic areas come into lubricious contact. Angie and I are both shaved down there and there is nothing like the feel of deep and slippery penetration without the abrasiveness of hair. Angie is a very lusty lady, and as much as I will recognize our intimacy as true love making between a loving married couple, it is also at its core Hot Fucking between two people who really enjoy getting each other off. At times during these sessions I get wildly horny, and wind up reaching climax before I’d like, just thinking about watching some lucky guy, or woman, getting taken over the edge by Eve like she does to me.


We were asked by BDenied if the pictures Angie and I have posted are of us. Well, neither of the two blonds we showed in the previous post were Angie. Angie is a brunette. We have been careful not to directly reveal our identities, and have posted photographic simulacra that accurately portray our appearances but won't necessarily give us away.

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