tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20248977788472323422024-03-05T20:36:05.277-08:00Fooled Around and Fell In LoveWe are a couple in our 50's who met on Ashley Madison. Both searching for someone to bring sex back into our lives but not looking to change our situations. What happened is far from what we went looking for...Hopelessly In Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08834004511406549402noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-77496440070890776582012-08-30T13:25:00.004-07:002012-08-30T13:42:36.265-07:00pgh girl(I received your email pgh girl... if you are still out there... email again, it seems you have closed out your account. .. you asked for an update.. well.. here goes......)<br />
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and As for the rest of the world... if you care to wonder how Mark and I are doing.....<br />
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we are still together... 3 years later. We have traveled a bit this year.. got to spend more alone time as a couple then ever before and found... we still liked each other !!!<br />
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I wish I could tell you more has changed but.. he still lives at home with a wife and children. We still see each other almost daily... the only thing that has changed... is our age! Posting some pics from our vacation sites.. see if you recognize these!<br />
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We were here.... <br />
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Hope you all are well... and happy... <br />
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JenJen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-9842140854821122642011-07-30T05:01:00.000-07:002011-07-30T05:01:24.170-07:00Start spreadin' the news.... That was the title of Marks email to me Monday morning... the day before we left for NYC.<br />
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What a wonderful time we had. The long drive to NY made fun by singing together to songs on the radio.. chatting and laughing about people we passed. Stopping to enjoy a lunch of pre-made sandwiches at a rest stop along the way (along with a little bonus for Mark in the lot). Arriving finally in NJ where we unpacked and then took the transit into the city.<br />
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A wonderful dinner at a tiny Italian restaurant, walking around Times Square.. enjoying the craziness of the city, trying to maneuver through the subways, seeing the Yankees IN Yankee stadium. All the while, cherishing that we are sharing these things together. Two glorious days in the Big Apple. Even the long ride home was better, because we experienced it as a couple.<br />
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What a wonderful time. What a great city! Memories that will last a lifetime.<br />
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<br />Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-65869524730569792252011-07-21T14:21:00.000-07:002011-07-21T14:21:56.623-07:00Two years... where has the time gone? Tuesday the 19th marked the 2 year anniversary of Mark and my relationship. <br />
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It wasn't our first date, or first phone conversation.. or first sexual experience together... it was the date of our first email exchange. That has been the date we celebrated each month of each year for the past 2 years. Unfortunately, Mark was out of town on business so we didn't celebrate the day together.. but, we plan to do that next week.<br />
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We are escaping ... 3 days.. in the Big Apple.. to see a Yankee game, do some fine dining.. maybe a show and relish the time away from life as it is here. It will be a celebration of still loving each other after all that has gone on.. despite the break ups.. the disappointments... the dreams we shared... the hopes that still loom large.. We are still each others best friends. <br />
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Yes, Mark is still married and living at home with his wife and children. There is no plan in place... and I have resigned myself to living my life, keeping busy and not having an expectation of anything happening anytime soon. I still dream the dream. I still receive an email from him and write him an email everyday. I still thank God for having met this man that truly taught me to love unconditionally and be loved in return. <br />
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On our anniversary date.. my email ended with this small piece:<br />
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email (on July 19, 2009). For finding me. For loving me. For being my best friend and lover. For
making me smile more than I have in a very long time. For these 2 years and
hopefully for many more to come. For the days when everything is right with my
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<span>Today, 2 years later... life may not be what I had planned as my "happily ever after".. but, I don't regret a single thing, for ... I have been truly blessed to have fallen in love with my best friend.</span><i><span> </span></i></div>
Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-33450755424035399592011-05-11T15:15:00.000-07:002011-05-13T08:38:01.728-07:00Jigsaw puzzle............ (Jen) Today... I wondered if there was anything left to say. Mark gave you the update of where we stand.. which of course is not much different than where we stood when we started this blog back in October of 2009, other than.. we are almost 2 years older!<br />
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We spent the morning together before Mark departed for a business trip that would keep him away from me for a few days. Him not being in the same state is about the only thing that keeps us from seeing each other during the week... our morning was spent not being sad because he was going away but, as our time usually is. After our love making we sat in comfortable chatter, sharing stories of the week, reliving moments of our past growing up.. learning more and more about the people we came to be before we became Mark and Jen. I know enough about his family and friends and co-workers to feel as if I do know them although we have never met. The number of times during those couple of hours that we tell each other "I love you honey" or "you make me so happy" can't even be recounted because the words flow so freely. He makes me laugh like no one else can. Our sense of humors are so similar that.. we often say or type the same smart ass remark at the same time.<br />
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I want you all to know that... yes.. when Mark told me he wasn't ready to leave his kids nor was he sure when he would be ready... My heart broke. I felt every piece of the puzzle begin to unravel. I was still going to be hiding in the shadows... fearful we might get caught... lying to friends and family.... spending weekends alone while the world celebrated. I asked him to let me go... to let me find someone who could give me all the things he couldn't... to have my life back and not have to wait for someone to think I was important enough to stand up for. He said he would ... he didn't want to hurt me anymore. So, we said our tearful goodbyes, wished each other well.. and began our non contact. It was pretty easy.. he was on a family vaca in Florida so... seeing each other was out of the question... and I stayed offline and turned off my phone for most of the week so I wouldn't be tempted. Joined the singles sites and started the grueling process of looking at profiles... reading emails and responding in kind... Trying, trying ... trying to start life over.<br />
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Going through the motions.. and going so far as setting up coffee dates and a meet for drinks.<br />
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Finally realizing.... you can't replace love with a stand in. You don't just get another guy when the guy you love is still in your heart. I couldn't even bring myself to get another dog right away after mine was put down.. because, you need to grieve and accept and be ready to love again. What made me think I could just find another Mark to fill in?<br />
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Seems silly... but... I am picking up the pieces of my life and filling in the puzzle as I find them. This is a big 1000 piece jigsaw and it's going to take some time to get it all together and figure out what the final picture looks like.<br />
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In my heart of hearts... I hope it has Mark and I together, sharing our lives, our families and our love... but, it all remains to be seen.<br />
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He seems certain... and ... I can't help but believe himJen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-19896545549212416222011-05-05T03:00:00.000-07:002011-05-05T03:02:10.505-07:00Still .... (An update from Mark)Well, needless to say its been a while since we last checked in here. A long while. So many things have happened since that October breakup, that any attempts to enumerate them would be feeble. We've broken up ... we've gotten back together .. we've broken up again. Through it all, Jen started her own blog, Diary of a Break, which many of you have faithfully followed, including myself. Craving some attention of my own, I started my own blog, which lasted all of about 2 1/2 days before that foolish idea came crashing down. Many of you have kept in touch with Jen via email and comments on her blog, while I have taken a long hiatus from the blogging world. Why you might ask? Frankly, it turned me into someone I am not. I was morphing myself into a different person, one that I didn't like very much. And I just had to get back to who I was ... the person I was before the October breakup .... And just being away from it all has helped me do that.<br /><br />And through it all -- as it stands on this spring morning in May -- Jen and I are still together .... No, not in the sense that she or I would like it to be .... No, not the fairy tale ending -- yet ... But we are still together and so very much in love. More today than yesterday. More so now than ever. Still each others best friend .. lover .. confidante .. soul mate .... But still almost two years after we started this wonderful journey ... Jen remains the "other woman". Hiding in the shadows. Me a real "somebody" in her life ... but as she reminds me, her a "nobody" in mine. Now of course I will argue that point up and down -- she consumes my thoughts every minute of every day and I move heaven and earth to make time to see her most nearly every weekday -- but nobody sees her point more than I do, and frankly, I want "the dream" just as much if not more than she does.<br /><br />But right now .. at this very moment ... May, 2011... I can't leave my kids ... Not as they enter those critical teen years. And I told Jen that ... Finally ... That was a big step for me -- for both of us -- in that I've never been able to tell her that before in so many words. Because to tell you the truth, I wasn't convinced of that myself. I am still unwavering in knowing that I will leave someday -- there isn't a shred of doubt in my mind -- but its just not today. So as big a step as it was for me to admit that, it was even bigger knowing that I couldn't hold Jen back any longer. I had to let her move on from all this ... Find someone that she could spend her years doing the things she always wanted to do with me. Saturday night movies, holidays with her family, Sunday afternoons at the beach -- all those things she can't do as the "other woman". And as hard as it was for me to admit I couldn't leave my kids, it was even harder knowing I might have to let her go.<br /><br />But still we persevere. Still we survive. Because nothing is stronger than the love we share for each other. Yes, its easy to say she or I have to move on, but when it comes down to it, you just don't "move on" from your best friend and lover. At one point a couple of weeks ago, I called her and asked "Do you ever imagine a time when we're not part of each others lives?" I know I don't. But Jen said if she ever really wanted to move on with her life, that yes, it would be almost impossible with me still in it.<br /><br />But still here we are. Some two years later, still emailing each other every day. Still IM'ing every day. Three, sometimes four phone calls each day. Still seeing each other multiple times per week. Still laughing together. Still crying together. And still making passionate love together. <br /><br />And I know in my heart, that someday we'll have that dream. Yes, I know I've said it a thousand times and yes, admittedly nothing much has changed from my perspective, but still I haven't lost sight of that. That dream won't be quelled until its become reality. <br /><br />And it will be.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-50863283582100114192010-12-24T16:51:00.000-08:002010-12-24T16:51:16.831-08:00Our Holiday thoughts....<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> As we approach the holidays ... and the end of the year...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I would like to wish all of you a very Happy Holiday and A Happy, Healthy and Properous New Year </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> from Mark and I...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It has been a trying couple months... we have both had some rough times outside of just the break up .. I think that all of this will be posted sometime in the near future... </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">True Love is hard to let go of.. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We have both been disappointed....</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We maintained our friendship throughout it all... and we have been again blessed to have such a great support of friends that we met here.... People who email or message to check on us even though we haven't been blogging. You all know who you are.. and you hail from all over the US and other continents. How would we have ever been so lucky to know these people if not for this blog?</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> In many ways... this blogging world has been a gift.. but, it has also caused some heartache. Therefore... we have promised each other to stay away from getting caught up in it. I am apologizing ... as many have before me... if we seem lax in commenting or reading, but... it's something we need to do for the moment.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">We are working to see what comes next for us... but.. we haven't forgotten you all...</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">This time of year causes you to reflect on your losses and your blessings... We , like everyone, have had both... But those who have supported and befriended .. shared your comments and your thoughts... are something we hope we never lose. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> Many BLESSINGS to you all... enjoy your family time... good food... and those gifts you can't wrap...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DibfY3-xhMu7A1gRhhaUM5PdteqnHWy8lte8vNfmGyZPg6oVzRTwNDoMSschGKG_mpXX7OBYtLiqvj7YjhZVpnrb1D9oun8m55sJSlHnvEu71L9VqzskeDR9VQvLGyw_1efIrIn9yRg/s1600/present.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DibfY3-xhMu7A1gRhhaUM5PdteqnHWy8lte8vNfmGyZPg6oVzRTwNDoMSschGKG_mpXX7OBYtLiqvj7YjhZVpnrb1D9oun8m55sJSlHnvEu71L9VqzskeDR9VQvLGyw_1efIrIn9yRg/s200/present.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Merry Christmas !!</span>Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-77746528785790410772010-12-06T14:31:00.000-08:002010-12-06T14:31:59.729-08:00State of "affairs" ... (jen)I thought I might update for those of you who are still reading or still care about what is going on with Mark and I. And since this is still "our" blog .. I figured I could give a 'state of affair' post. <br />
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We are not out of touch. If anything.. we are probably more "together" without being physically together than ever. If that makes any sense.. then continue reading.<br />
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I guess what I am trying to say is... we are still in contact everyday, at least a couple of times a day. Whether it be via instant message or phone... we still chat at least first thing every morning and before bedtime. Our friendship is as strong as it has ever been. <br />
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Have we seen each other since that fateful day of Oct . 19th? We have .. a few times. If you don't read my blog you probably don't know about some of the stuff that has been going on in our personal lives but, suffice to say.. we have both faced some challenges of late. Mark in his family life... me in my both my personal and family life. We've gotten together a few times to share our sorrows, cry some tears and as we always do.. hold each other up. <br />
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Take note... there has been no "line crossing"... no sex (not even in Bill Clinton terms).. no make out sessions.. no clothing removal except for coats or shoes. But, each time.. we felt that comfort that we both get from each other and know that our friendship is as special as our relationship was.<br />
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What comes next for us? Of course.. that remains to be seen. We are 7 weeks into the break up. I think we both are handling things as best we know how. Mark knows where I stand and that this isn't going to last forever... meaning, my waiting to see what will happen. I as well am aware, that he may not leave anytime in the near future because he just isn't ready . Both of those 2 things could lead to us finally saying goodbye forever. We just couldn't possibly keep our lives on hold indefinitely. On the other hand... in light of some of the stuff that has been going on at Marks end.. he could be ready to leave sooner rather than later.<br />
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In the meantime... we keep in touch. Both of us knowing that tomorrow could be the day either one of us could say goodbye.. or it could be the day that he shows up at my door with his bag in hand. The holidays are going to be difficult .. the imagination runs wild about what could happen.. BUT...<br />
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I hope with the new year we can find our way to some sort of new opening... or closure if that is to be the case.<br />
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Happy Holidays to you.. and yours. Count your blessings, hug your kids and tell those you love how much they mean to you.. You never know what tomorrow could bring.<br />
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*hugs*Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-29722742574418638762010-11-24T03:51:00.000-08:002010-11-24T04:39:04.256-08:00There's only one place that call me one of their ownI just thought I'd say thanks to Jen for keeping everyone up to date as per our status. Yes, we indeed are alive and kickin'.<br /><br />So why haven't I, Mark, been posting, you ask? Jen and I had this conversation yesterday. It's been very difficult for me emotionally to make my way to post here because it was and it still is "our" blog. About a year ago this time, Jen and I were conceiving the idea for this blog as we had been just recently introduced to the blog-o-sphere. We talked about our love for writing and the excitement of the anonymity of it all, and to tell you the truth, it was mostly conceived as the story of our sexual hi-jinks. My oh my, how that all changed -- a real story with real lives affecting real people was playing out before our eyes. <br /><br />As the blog progressed, Jen and I would brainstorm posts together, take turns writing, discuss potential responses to comments, etc. And as the comments and emails rolled in, we started to form bonds with our commenters and other blogger friends. A good percentage of our conversations during the day would be discussing the latest posts from Frances and Daniel, Barefoot Dreamer, Adulter-Us, GLNO, Loverboy etc. This ultimately became "our little hobby" -- something that we did together. Every day I would pour over Google Analytics statistics to see where our readers were coming from, what new country had joined our growing list, who was reading us locally, what states did we need to complete our trek from sea-to-shining-sea. (We FINALLY got South Dakota last week and now have all 50 states plus the District of Columbia!). And I would excitedly report it all to Jen.<br /><br />So yes, there's a big part of "us" here on Fooled Around and Fell in Love. 100% "us", as a matter of fact. And now that Jen has moved on primarily to her own blogging adventure, this blog has lost a lot of the "us" about it. While yes, she did post last week just to make up for my slacking, it still breaks my heart to visit here and see the history that we had between us -- the good times we enjoyed, the heartache we endured, and yes -- the mind-blowing sex we had and the love we made.<br /><br />But you know what? Having said all that, hope springs eternal, and I'm not giving this up just yet. Consider this the first post of that comeback. And who knows? Maybe there's some underlying, subliminal message in all this. As the title of this post (from Bon Jovi's Who Says You Can't Go Home?) says "There's only one place that call me one of their own" .... And I've found that here amongst all of our blogging friends.<br /><br />Have a great Thanksgiving, everyone!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-3798256855622914002010-11-20T04:42:00.000-08:002010-11-20T04:42:23.937-08:00we are still alive...(posted by Jen)<br />
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I know we have been lapse at posting...<br />
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Yesterday was one month from the day we broke up. It also would have been our 16 month 'anniversary' as a couple. There is some irony that the <b>19th</b> signifies both days.. the best and the worse.<br />
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It has been difficult to come back to this page.. for both of us. Hard to think about writing anything when we have no good news to share at this point. Hard to talk about who we "were" as a couple and who we "are" now as a non couple. <br />
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Many of you have found my other blog and left some very nice comments. Supportive, sympathetic and kind. I thank you for that and just for caring still about us both. Understanding the tough choices going on here and how hard it is to try to keep you all informed.<br />
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Mark has really had difficulty putting "pen to paper" even though I know he would like to. Neither of us are having an easy time here.<br />
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Just so you know... we still chat daily. We don't really see each other so, that emptiness is very painful. But, the plus side to this is all is... we have communicated our feelings to a deeper level than we have in a very long time. Laying all those cards on the table so to speak. We do the day to day.. so, yes.. we are still alive...<br />
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Thank you all for being such wonderful "blog" friends.. we do appreciate all of you more than you know.Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-13078511248935388912010-11-06T16:18:00.000-07:002010-11-06T16:33:11.441-07:00Public Service Announcement - Private BloggingDue to the sudden rash of bloggers being "outed" these days, and also to act as a public service for my fellow readers who just may happen to be cheating on their respective spouse, girlfriend, boyfriend, mistress, lover or all of the above, you might want to consider using Mozilla Firefox as your browser and enable it's "Private Browsing" feature. This mode enables you to browse the internet without your computer saving any data about which sites and pages you have visited. For example, if a friend or family member shares your computer, you might prefer for them not to be able to see what websites you've visited or what files you've downloaded. And you can default Firefox to open up in this mode all the time! For more information on this feature, <a href="http://support.mozilla.com/en-US/kb/Private+Browsing?s=private+browsing&as=s">click here</a>.<br /><br />Now I understand that this isn't the be-all and end-all of safe browsing, but it does help. And this is certainly not to imply that all my readers are two-timing or three-timing adulterous deviates (not that there's anything wrong with that) ... It's just that if we can practice Safe Sex -- why not Safe Surfing?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-33607415274925482092010-11-01T03:57:00.001-07:002010-11-01T04:46:41.395-07:00And the Days Dwindle Down ... To a Precious FewSeptember .... November .....<br /><br />So where was I? Ahhh yes. <br /><br />Like I said in my previous post, after our late-June breakup things changed a bit. While our relationship and love for each other was still strong -- stronger than ever, I might add -- moving forward we did avoid talking about our future and where it stood relative to "The Plan". And while I tended to turn a blind eye to the upcoming fork in the road, Jen didn't. But instead of coming clean with her concerns, she more or less kept everything under wraps. Yes, part of that was giving me a chance to grieve over my Mom during the summer months and not complicate things with our issues, but another part was simply sitting back, observing and waiting for me to make a move -- looking for some kind of evidence that The Plan is moving forward. And when she didn't see that happening, she started reading between the lines looking for evidence that it WASN'T going to happen.<br /><br />For example, at some point during the summer I needed to restock my supply of chlorine for my swimming pool. And I mentioned that I didn't need much to get me through the rest of the summer, but I bought the 90 lb. drum anyway since it would then "get me through <span style="font-weight: bold;">next</span> summer". Needless to say, Jen didn't want to hear any plans of my swimming pool for "<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">next</span> summer". Now at the time I said this, she never mentioned to me that she was troubled by the statement. In fact I had no idea it was even an issue until she mentioned it after the fact in her now-defunct breakup blog. And when I saw that, my point all along was that the swimming pool would be there next summer whether I lived at the house or not, and chances were damn good I'd be financing the chlorine, so why not make the purchase that made the most economic sense?<br /><br />Now don't get me wrong -- we didn't break up over a 90 lb drum of granular chlorine. But it serves as an example of how we weren't communicating the "big issues". And it eventually spelled our October doom.<br /><br />So yes -- summer turned to fall and with the holidays approaching, the lack of any discussion of The Plan was gnawing at her. And on Tuesday, Oct 12 she sent me an email. You see, our morning email had been a long-standing hallmark of our relationship, carrying on daily for almost a year, but that too had started to dwindle during the summer months. And she poured her heart out - "<span style="font-style: italic;">I miss hearing</span> (in your emails) <span style="font-style: italic;">how much you love me. How much you enjoy our time together.. how much you miss me when we aren't together. All the talk of a future and the things we would/could do together someday. I can't help but wonder, are these all signs of the upcoming end of the year? and what of "the plan"? We sure avoid that issue like the plague don't we?</span>" And continued on to close with "<span style="font-style: italic;">I truly was blessed to have found you... for I still love you more and more each day. And if that all ends in a couple months, I won't have one single regret.</span>"<br /><br />And now looking back, my reply accelerated the spiral ..<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">But the one thing I will admit ... The end of the year ... your birthday coming up .. </span><span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288610434_10">Thanksgiving</span> .. <span style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; font-style: italic;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288610434_11">Christmas</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> ... New Years ... Yes .."the plan". It weighs heavy on my mind. So if there is one thing that's bothering me .....it's that... And that's the paradox. If there's one thing I'm sure of -- and I've never been MORE sure of anything in my life -- it's that you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. But -- and of course you knew there would be a BUT there -- you know how I feel about my girls and the prospect of leaving them. It tears me up inside... But being without you tears me up inside ...Its such an overwhelming and mind-numbing thought process that yes -- I'm sure these are the "differences" you've noticed in me ...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> and there's not an hour that goes by in a day where the reality of it all doesn't slap me in the face... And what hurts me more than anything is how unfair this has been to you... Believe me, I understand that .. I realize that ...and I hate myself for doing this to you... And yes .. I don't talk about it anymore, and I don't blog about it anymore .. not because I love you any less or that I'm pretending everything is OK or I feel uncomfortable discussing any of this with you -- it's simply that its so painful. And the mere mention of "if it all ends in a couple months" -- well, needless to say I can't even fathom it. I just hate the "finality" ring to it all and I can't bear to think about it.</span>"<br /><br />Little did I know that when I hit the "Send" button that morning, that we were one week away from saying goodbye.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-90013878911849068352010-10-29T03:54:00.000-07:002010-10-29T05:29:38.503-07:00Some of the best laid plans....So as promised, I'll continue to dribble out details of our "understanding" as I get the energy and enthusiasm up to post. But as you might recall from my <a href="http://fooledaroundandfell.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-what-happens-while-youre-making.html">Life is what Happens When You're Making Plans</a> post, on that day back in January of this year we came to the agreement that never would we spend another miserable holiday season like we endured in 2009. And to quote "The Plan" from that post, that meant I would have to "<span style="font-style: italic;">resolve my current situation by then and leave Jen no doubt in her mind whatsoever that our lives together will soon begin, if not having done so already. And along the way -- between now and the end of 2010 - I have to give Jen hard evidence that the wheels are indeed in motion</span>".<br /><br />Now looking back, this was quite a heady plan to make after having known each other for less than 6 months. But we knew then -- as we do now -- that we had both found that special someone we wanted to spend the rest of our days with ... and The Plan seemed realistic.<br /><br />So we forged on .....<br /><br />But then June came, and that <a href="http://fooledaroundandfell.blogspot.com/2010/07/so-many-tears-ive-cried-so-much-pain.html">fateful Father's Day weekend</a>, and The Plan was in jeopardy. Jen's confidence was severely shaken and for a brief period at the end of that month we broke up. And things kind of changed after that. Jen lost all confidence that I would ever leave, and the stresses of a relationship such as ours was starting to take it's toll on me. To complicate things, June and July were the last month's of life for my Mom, and I was dealing with that almost non-stop as well. Summer 2010 will go down as the most stressful period of my 51 young years, not only because of our breakup and my Mom's passing, but also because of the standard stuff an over-involved Dad commits to during the summer for his three kids aged 11, 12 and 15.<br /><br />But we survived. Well, sort of. Talk of The Plan dwindled significantly -- to the point where it was almost never mentioned. And my excuse was -- and yes, I'll call it an "excuse" -- is that my time with Jen was my oasis from reality. You see, those couple of hours I would spend with her every day, or that extra daily time I would spend on the phone with her or Instant Messaging -- that was my escape from the daily grind that had become my life. If we wrote it once on this blog, we wrote it a million times -- during those moments, all was right with our world. And from my perspective, why complicate it all with talk about forever when I was craving a respite from the here and now?<br /><br />Like I said -- an excuse for not dealing with reality.<br /><br />But then heat of the summer faded into autumn. Which brought us to the here and now I was avoiding.....<br /><br />More on that in the next post......Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-9986880529011433622010-10-26T09:24:00.000-07:002010-10-26T09:51:51.933-07:00Time takes you by the hand directs you where to go..Thanks to <a href="http://pointsofreturn.blogspot.com/">Beryl</a> for playing along and picking up the next line in that Green Day song.<br /><br />Anyhow, I just want to thank everyone for their kind thoughts and comments to yesterdays post. Apparently the readers are still there, as to date we've had 9 comments and 100+ visitors since I posted. You've all inspired me to continue posting to this blog, but gee -- if there's no "Mark & Jen" -- then what pray-tell am I to blog about? My opinion on whom my favorite winless NFL team should select in the 2011 Draft? My thoughts on Joe Girardi's managing of his pitching rotation in that fatal series vs. Texas? Or better yet, how much I despise the growing amount of time I spend at the Can and Bottle Return center of my local supermarkets?<br /><br />While those are all very important and critical topics in my mundane life, I'll start with this. Today is now exactly one week since Jen and I decided to take a little break. So obviously I'm feeling somewhat verklempt and choked with emotion. And as the days wear on, I'll continue to let details emerge of what happened, but if you're looking for "my side of the story" or a War of the Roses breakup script, I must tell you -- there's no there "there". We came to this -- I'll call it an "understanding" -- yes, with plenty of tears and heartache, but no harsh words. Not a single word was uttered in anger because frankly, we have such an integral understanding and compassion for each others situation and circumstances that simply put, has inspired no rage nor resentment on either of our parts.<br /><br />So since that day one week ago, Jen and I have had daily contact. Mostly via Instant Messaging, but there were a couple of phone calls when some health issues of hers flared up. But its nowhere near what we did when we were together, seeing each other a couple hours every day 4 to 6 days a week supplemented by three or four extended daily phone conversations, not to mention the sporadic texts and IM conversations. And I'll admit -- I miss <span style="font-style: italic;">those </span>"connections" as much as I miss her touch, her kisses, her hugs.<br /><br />Needless to say, I'm feeling a little empty these days....Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-50679975045562638682010-10-25T03:49:00.000-07:002010-10-25T04:03:01.401-07:00Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road...I'm sure you've all noticed we haven't been posting much as of late, and you're probably suspecting something is amiss in Mark and Jen's world.<br /><br />Well, this time you're right.<br /><br />Jen and I have taken a break here ... I hate to call it a breakup, but she started a journal entitled "Diary of A Breakup", so if it quacks like a breakup .... it's probably a breakup.<br /><br />I won't get into the gory details or the reasons why because I know when it comes to these kind of affairs, its ALWAYS the married guy that comes off as the bad guy. So go ahead -- have at me. I know I'll hear the inevitable "man up" remarks -- it comes with the territory. As time passes, I'll probably come clean with more details, but for now I've kind of been in shutdown mode. It's taken me almost a week now just to author this post since I only thought it fair that people should know what's become of us.<br /><br />So bottom line, we short-circuited the one year "Plan" at the nine month mark, just as it had been short-circuited at the 6 month mark. Somehow we survived that one -- will we survive this? Only time will tell.<br /><br />Hard to say if this blog maintains it's interest to any of you anymore, but if I sense there's still visitors and commenters, I'll be more than happy to continue writing. Like Jen, penning my thoughts is somewhat therapeutic for me, and perhaps it'll help me make sense of it all.<br /><br />And perhaps at some point in the not so very distant future, we'll both be in this together again....Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-84846634423962392362010-10-07T03:46:00.000-07:002010-10-07T03:46:56.390-07:00HNT.... another viewLast week I let Mark pick his favorite shot of the few I took... this week, I am posting mine.<br />
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Stop by <a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/">Osbasso's place</a> to see who else is playing today.Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-55311351205708286702010-09-29T21:01:00.000-07:002010-09-29T21:01:00.970-07:00HNT - Good MorningProbably by the time you've read this post this morning, I'll already have snuggled up next to my love and done away with that sexy nightie .. On second thought, maybe we'll leave it on..<br />
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</a>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-91845831627890107962010-09-22T17:13:00.001-07:002010-09-22T18:10:51.292-07:00I think I'm "fall"ing for you......Happy Fall !<br /><br />I love fall. I am a huge fan of the colors we get to see here in the northeast as the leaves change and the sky takes on hues of purple and shades of pink and orange. The cool nights. The chance to stoke up my fireplace. Wearing my warm comfy sweaters. The smell of the air after the leaves have begun to fall. More time with Mark alone at the house as my kid's schedules take on a more structured time frame. Our mornings in my bed before we head off to work.<br /><br />Today, was one of those days where Mark came over very early... comes quietly into the house and slips under the covers with me. Every time I see my bedroom door open and him walk through, my heart starts beating faster. Especially when he comes dressed for work in his shirt and tie... so very sexy. He says he loves how warm my body is from being under the covers. Within moments of saying hello, we were kissing like teens in heat. We hadn't had this kind of time since our sleepover.. and making love to him was a longing I can't even put into words. I knew I was soaked just from kissing and when he slipped his finger into my panties.. he got evidence of how turned on I was.<br /><br />Before long it was my turn to play. My fingers closed around his already hard cock and the moan I heard from him told me he was missing my touch. I can never resist the chance to move my mouth to his balls and suck and lick. Then move up to swallow his cock deep.. we were both on our sides and that offered Mark the opportunity to move his hips take control of the speed and depth. I love when he does this.. sometimes forcing it deep until I gag.. other times just fast short strokes as my lips stay closed tight around him. Wasn't long before I was asking him to fill me.<br /><br />I was on my hands and knees waiting for him to enter.. and that moment when I finally feel him is always one of my favorites.. whether we are outright fucking or making love slow and tender. Today, was a bit of both.. definitely a perfect mix. I came first... biting the pillow so not to make too much noise as the house wasn't empty yet. Not long after Mark followed with his earth shattering orgasm. Stiffling his screams as much as possible.. which makes it all the more entertaining because, you truly never know what sounds Mark will make in the throes of the moment. Usually as he's coming down.. he will sing or yodel or make some crazy sound.. always making me laugh.<br /><br />Our time was short but, we still had some special cuddle time which we both love. We relax, we talk, we laugh, we run our fingers over each other, look out the window at the beginnings of the day... just look at each other and smile and slip into one of Marks amazing hugs where I forget about all my troubles and the rest of the world.<br /><br />Who knows what tomorrow will bring. The end of the year is coming up fast and Fall will turn to winter. Winter will force us to look at the holiday seasons and revisit what happens next and make some hard decisions.<br /><br />*sigh* <br />I wish Fall could last forever.Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-48167063276559654082010-09-16T04:29:00.000-07:002010-09-16T04:36:00.263-07:00HNT success!!Mark and I had our "sleepover"... and it was an amazing day/night.(We have a video to prove it !!)<br />
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Details to follow... but rest assured, Mark spent a lot of time unclothed... like this:<br />
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and we spent a lot of time doing fun stuff like <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhngqxMQhGkmP01ap8U3JPs3zOWUNmdCqQUVb8ERPaTb-ChAumUMJnYKmwzksMqCGymRoUfhz1uIlwxy12b5mfMrkzlbImzdmNWYBIzl5km-sGlew6Mq2WszGdADtpWP83q01mdtKKWzcE/s1600/Picture+25.jpg">THIS</a> ... in various positions of course.<br />
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I'd say the sleepover was a success. What do you think?<br />
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HAPPY HNT.... Go visit <a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/">Osbasso</a> and see who else is playing !Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-14123272686088237722010-09-11T15:57:00.000-07:002010-09-11T15:57:19.485-07:00Let the countdown begin....In about 71 hours... I will be in a place I often dream about.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpHfMRe-csVHq0k2KAAB5gGTdER41kJ34kkDTPKbDhH0SD3YFIxRx6Q52cSKxzp2bQINNz7gtwk-M0732XRxjPzipZQEwjSPwhQv5dFMcqSLsLYR30S63Ee0w1qkPi5zNPmbA64L-mTg/s1600/P1000645.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpHfMRe-csVHq0k2KAAB5gGTdER41kJ34kkDTPKbDhH0SD3YFIxRx6Q52cSKxzp2bQINNz7gtwk-M0732XRxjPzipZQEwjSPwhQv5dFMcqSLsLYR30S63Ee0w1qkPi5zNPmbA64L-mTg/s200/P1000645.JPG" width="200" /></a></div>No, not the Carribean, not Capri, not even Las Vegas. <br />
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I will be right here... in my own home.. in my own room, in my own bed. This time though, I won't be alone. I will lie in bed next to the man who makes my heart flutter, brings that huge smile to my face and truly makes my day better.<br />
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As the 'girlfriend/mistress' I almost never get to sleep next to the man I love. As a matter of fact, in the 14 months we have been together... we have slept in the same bed only 3 times. <br />
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I envy those of you who have the luxury of that every night. Feeling his warm body next to yours, his breath on your neck, his arms wrapped around you especially during those dreadful storms. Waking up to hear his lips whisper "I love you" as he kisses you good morning to start the day. Ohhhh, how lucky you are.<br />
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On Tuesday night, I get to have Mark all to myself... in my house, in my room and in my bed.. until the morning light.. and you know what ?<br />
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There is nowhere else in this world I would rather be.Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-63992039882315813602010-09-07T04:59:00.000-07:002010-09-07T05:38:35.808-07:00It's centrifugal motion .. it's perpetual bliss...Back before I met Jen, the one thing I really missed most from an intimate relationship was the kissing. I always thought kissing was very underrated ... but little did I realize how underrated it REALLY was until I found my perfect partner in Jen. I mean .. when I say our kissing is ho<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgru7HIqqEm3uYir1VphVwkLXyWeMDjaNTu2G9iOxOYLvkeOeG3jWz6aEkPzRSEQixSqy713X0irn393BJVxLjQaKElJIh3kmdYbfZPDgGAsbc_jK4BpDSxgzrBd2s_vBgIKax_CdjsgrqE/s1600/kiss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgru7HIqqEm3uYir1VphVwkLXyWeMDjaNTu2G9iOxOYLvkeOeG3jWz6aEkPzRSEQixSqy713X0irn393BJVxLjQaKElJIh3kmdYbfZPDgGAsbc_jK4BpDSxgzrBd2s_vBgIKax_CdjsgrqE/s320/kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514149306012039730" border="0" /></a>t - I mean it's SMOKING HOT. Instant hard-on hot. Panty-soaking hot (speaking for Jen). Since Jen's kids are still home much of the time (especially during the summer), full-on naked wall-pounding primate sex is not always in the cards, so we'll steal away to her bedroom for a while and have one of our intense make-out sessions. And I'll tell you what -- it's intoxicating. Fourteen months into this, and I still can't get enough of our tongue-tangling sessions. Just yesterday afternoon I had about a half-hour window of time where I could sneak away to catch a couple innings of the Yankees game with her, and of course it wasn't too long before we were rolling around on the bed playing tonsil hockey.<br /><br />And today's another day!!!!!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-26916832692039971952010-09-03T15:21:00.000-07:002010-09-03T15:21:45.057-07:00Another milestone... and the big 300 !We hit another milestone today. It was one year ago that Mark and I had sex for the first time.<br />
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If you recall.. we celebrated our first anniversary of meeting back in July. We knew almost from that first cup of coffee on that picnic bench a year ago that... we had something special. We talked for 3 hours that first day in what seemed like minutes. We even spent another 10 minutes saying good bye at our cars. No kissing, almost no touching... just that special communication that comes with your eyes, your laugh and the sound of your voice.<br />
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Although we met on Ashley Madison with the intention of finding someone to satisfy our physical needs... something told us that day that we had found so much more. So instead of running to the nearest motel after we met … we spent the next month and a half getting to know each other. Lunches in the park where we shared that first kiss, our first lunch out in public at a restaurant, our first time at my house meeting my kids. So many firsts and each day we realized how special what we had was. The reality of falling in love with a married man didn't hit until much later. <br />
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Then, we finally decided we were ready to take that step. We set a date and worked out our stories so we could meet and consummate this relationship. I checked into the hotel the day before. I went up to the room and lay on the bed.. thinking about what would happen there the next morning. I put candles in the room, whipped cream in the fridge, and texted Mark to tell him how nervous and excited I was. Then went home to try to sleep in anticipation of the long awaited moment when I could lay naked with him, feel him get hard as my lips covered him, then that amazing feeling of his hard cock pressing into me and spreading me open as pushes in deeper. The day turned out even better than I had imagined. With only a few hours we managed to make the most of it, the final orgasm count for that morning was 4 for me and 3 for Mark. He joked about starting a counter to keep track of them and before I knew it.. the Orgas-o-meter was born. <br />
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Mark has kept track of each and every time we have been together and where and how many of the BIG O's each of us have had. It even keeps track of the things we managed to cross off the bucket list. Today.. as we celebrated our one year of lovemaking... we did it by hitting our 300th and 301st . <br />
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I still love the feel and taste of his cock... the way he makes me squirm when his tongue plays with my clit... the feeling as the head of his big cock begins to push into me and my pussy grips around him. After one year and over 300 amazing climaxes... it's still incredible and never enough.<br />
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Happy Anniversary Darling...I love you ...<br />
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you make all right with my world.Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-39952183854778391332010-09-02T02:08:00.001-07:002010-09-02T02:26:31.996-07:00HNT - A Pirate's Life for MeLet's see. Just knocked off Fantasy #56 on our Bucket List -- Outdoor Sex. Anything else we can check off while we're still here? Hmmmmm.. How 'bout #60 -- Boat Sex? Still got time. Still have the hot sun. Still have two willing lovers anxious to get naked. All we need is the boat.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuie66mA4FpYzFC0q2n0_sCH_0Vkc_xsXFpPJQssoVXIzOCQxEuQz8utwyQHamaeUL23hktsLXjqC4pGcLAq5YPSTyCrpybRwckh8ccwnE5x8YETymfhW4evpb8HUq_9DgOTErn4Vzw5dp/s1600/P1010171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuie66mA4FpYzFC0q2n0_sCH_0Vkc_xsXFpPJQssoVXIzOCQxEuQz8utwyQHamaeUL23hktsLXjqC4pGcLAq5YPSTyCrpybRwckh8ccwnE5x8YETymfhW4evpb8HUq_9DgOTErn4Vzw5dp/s320/P1010171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512241028390380434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Gee.... I wonder if anyone left the keys in one of them there vessels .....<br /></div><br />Not exactly Half-Nekkid .. But I am sportin' those shortie britches....Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-17661240803905291762010-08-23T03:14:00.001-07:002010-08-23T03:50:45.721-07:00Fantasy #56 - Mission AccomplishedWhile on our recent Day Trip to the Finger Lakes, Jen and I were determined to fulfill Item #56 on our Fantasy Bucket List - Outdoor Sex. So we strolled along the lake looking for an opportune spot, and found an open meadow with a clump of trees behind which we went to work. <br /><br />Because we had been having heavy makeout sessions throughout the morning -- Jen giving me periodic cock massages through my shorts and in turn, my fingers finding my way up her capri pants to her ever-moist pussy -- there was no foreplay required when we threw our blanket down. Jen quickly pulled her capri's and panties off one leg whilst I pulled down my shorts, exposing my already rigid cock through my boxers. And we went right to work.<br /><br />It lasted about 30 seconds. As I began to thrust deep inside her, I knew I wasn't going to last. I started to slow down and was terrified I was going to finish too soon when I heard those words that are music to my ears "I'm gonna cum baby ... Don't stop .. just like that ... yeah .. that's it..." And we both exploded in unison. It was a pure, pent-up, lustful fuck. We did hear some giggling coming from a boat parked not too far offshore, but did they see us? Probably not -- but if they did, who cares? It gave 'em something to talk about back at the office.<br /><br />Before we picked up and made our getaway, I shot this photo at the Scene of the Crime...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXKfE2ybSectYGCN4YfozlY7BgxWHXjLH4hZnwKDyc3T5lmRWk83-ZtEe2J2YhBrh0V9mpyKqRt0KBr8qYYjmf2RpOvu59ZTtOhJYWuPZgQjcxImH1KqbTwGEQK_H8TbebjYRLjtsIlv2/s1600/P1010170.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoXKfE2ybSectYGCN4YfozlY7BgxWHXjLH4hZnwKDyc3T5lmRWk83-ZtEe2J2YhBrh0V9mpyKqRt0KBr8qYYjmf2RpOvu59ZTtOhJYWuPZgQjcxImH1KqbTwGEQK_H8TbebjYRLjtsIlv2/s320/P1010170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508555346316746050" border="0" /></a>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-32866469280169869142010-08-19T00:01:00.000-07:002010-08-19T02:00:04.652-07:00HNT - Sittin' By the Dock of the BayLounging around one of the local Finger Lakes last week when I just <span style="font-style: italic;">had </span>to sneak a peak at <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">these </span>buoys....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMu76mnYXbnbRfTXTfMbFMsB1_ye4i6J_NOIuGALbGtmniALO3cmpvYoM3thyLMke1cKQXgWHXi3X5YQmXU9oW1KyrlWv_FCchXPGwYNF5RaL1q5aHLbNsd1AJK3F2LyuCzC8Vf2u6q6uz/s1600/P1010165.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMu76mnYXbnbRfTXTfMbFMsB1_ye4i6J_NOIuGALbGtmniALO3cmpvYoM3thyLMke1cKQXgWHXi3X5YQmXU9oW1KyrlWv_FCchXPGwYNF5RaL1q5aHLbNsd1AJK3F2LyuCzC8Vf2u6q6uz/s320/P1010165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506942694130956770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy HNT, Matey's!<br /><br /><a href="http://osbasso.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="width: 78px; height: 52px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/41652855_6ca8bb2b62_o.jpg" alt="HNTbutton" /></a><br /></div>Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05365852087979848342noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024897778847232342.post-26711589317089399892010-08-11T04:37:00.000-07:002010-08-11T04:56:10.971-07:00and so... it goes.Just checking in here. We have noticed that in the summer months (in this hemisphere), fewer people are blogging and probably fewer yet are reading. Still, I wanted to sneak in and give you some updates here.<br /><br />Since we last filled you in, we managed to go out to dinner to celebrate our one year (always a perk when you can sit out in a public place and pretend to be normal), we had some wonderful days together in the pool just relaxing and drinking (some snoring, but wasn't me), incredible sex and lovemaking (different if you ask me) with details to follow on at least one of those sessions, and a "date" set for tomorrow.. out of town, away from the locals, just Mark and me enjoying the day and each other.<br /><br />I think I appreciate what we have so much more after the time without him. Lots of questions still swirling about though.<br /> Is it all perfect? Of course not.<br /> Do I still have my moments? most definitely.<br /> Is there still that lingering anxiety... always.<br /> Do I love him? more than any man ever (with the exception of my Dad)<br /> Do I ever feel guilty? Strangely, not so much about "the wife" but, about the kids.. oh yes.<br /> Now that we are back together .. do I still go through batteries? Not as many but, every chance I get!<br /><br /> So.....for now, we forge ahead one day at a time. Enjoying how we bring out the best in each other whenever we are together.<br /><br />Live, Love, Laugh!<br /><br />That we do.Jen Fooled Aroundhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15000156018753517452noreply@blogger.com8