You walked out of my dreams and into my arms

Now you're my angel divine ....

July 30 2009

Time to take a trip back in time. That day when Jen and I met for the first time, in person.

For those of you who haven't read the whole story, and to serve as a quick recap, Jen and I met on Ashley Madison. We exchanged several emails and texts, spent countless hours Instant Messaging, and after about 7 or 8 days of this, we decided it was time for the meet-n-greet. So we agreed to meet at a coffee shop on Jen's side of town on a Thursday in the mid-afternoon. When she told me she'd be in a black Ford Escape, I kind of snickered -- whenever I had advanced to this stage in any one of these AM, Craigslist, or any other "illicit encounter" relationship, two out of the three women ultimately drove Ford Escape's. The "Cheater Mobile", I liked to call it.

Looking back at the time leading up to our first meeting, I didn't have that typical sense of nervousness or hesitation usually associated with these sometimes terrifying events. With Jen, it was different. I had this subtle confidence that we were going to hit it off -- that the chemistry would be there. As I mentioned in previous posts, I was totally enamored with her writing, with the way she communicated in emails and in chats. With others, I had dared to jump into the sexual conversations right away, but other than establishing up front that we were both devoted connoisseurs of the oral passions, we didn't venture too much down that path in our electronic conversations.

So I drove into the lot at the coffee shop and there was the black Ford Escape. I pulled into the spot next to her, glanced over and sure enough -- that was Jen! Just like the photos we had exchanged. I had that sense of relief. We both got out of our vehicles, smiled and began our conversations that would continue on for the next three hours. As luck would have it, there was a park within walking distance of the coffee shop, so we grabbed a couple beverages and headed over to pick out a shelter where we could sit down and get to know each other.

As we were walking over to the park, we had to cross a narrow bridge where I skillfully maneuvered Jen into leading the way so I could check her out from behind. You see, Jen had worried that I would not be satisfied with her back side, but much to my delight I leered at it and thought to myself "Yes sir Markie, I can see spending a LOT of time back there..."

So by now dear readers, if you haven't left already, I'm sure you're saying to yourself "OK Mark -- cut the crap.. Get to the part where you take her behind the shelter, you whip out that stiff cock of yours and Jen gleefully sucks it until your sticky goo is dripping down her chin". Hate to disappoint you folks, but it ain't happenin'. There's no "there" there in this story. If you're looking for one of those stories, click over to the Hornycouple - my good friends there never disappoint in that regard.

But I digress.. No my friends, nothing more happened than just hours of good-natured conversation. We sat at that picnic table and our chats ran the gamut from my kids to her kids, to our mutual passion for a certain soon-to-be-crowned World Champion Major League Baseball team. We swapped war stories on our Ashley Madison experiences, our history of marital problems, and the dramas of our current relationships. We even discussed religion, as no topic was off limits. And I even learned something in the process -- Jen showed me how to use the auto complete texting feature on my cell phone. And I thought I was the engineer!

After about 3 hours of non-stop talking, laughing and giggling (she has the most infectious little giggle I've ever heard), we reluctantly made our way back to the coffee shop. As we were walking back over the bridge, I got a little bold and said "You know, I find it hard to believe you were worried about that butt of yours. You're in great shape!" And true to form, she giggled and made some wise-crack remark that right now I can't recall. When we finally arrived at her vehicle, we stood just outside her driver-side door and continued our chat for another 10 minutes or so. And as the conversation was drawing to its inevitable close, I now had to ask the Million Dollar question -- "Soooooo............ Would you like to pursue this any further?"

And time stood still as I anxiously awaited her response. There might have been non-stop rush-hour traffic whizzing by us at that very moment, but you could hear a pin drop in those milliseconds of time it took for her reply ....

"I'd love to.... You're adorable!"

And I've been walking on sunshine ever since.

(She says) Who is this guy????

So yes, I responded that July day to his AM email with.. "lets learn more, shall we" and I think within moments.. (Ok maybe a couple hours) I get the notification in my email that I have AM mail.. As a woman, you get those a lot, so I don't normally jump on to see who from.. but when I did.. LO and BEHOLD.. it was HIM .. and not one email mind you.. there were 2!! One read.. 'if you are reading this first go back and read the other one.' WHAT????? Ok, I do as I am told and open the first one.. reading, laughing, smiling.. he writes well. I am impressed.. he can spell.. put complete sentences and thoughts together .. he is funny.. and obviously has a lot to say. The first email ends with "this 2000 character limit is killing me, I will continue in another email" .. thus Part II. Needless to say.. he left me his yahoo email address to continue correspondence outside the 2000 character limit. SO it continued there.

Mind you, we were in different places in our lives. I was not living with the man I was dating, so I had a lot of freedom. He was (and still) lives with his kids and "the wife" as he refers to her. It's so funny to me that he always calls her 'the wife'instead of MY wife or by her name. It's like his way of not taking ownership of her and I smile everytime I hear him say it. But..back to the story.. quick "readers digest" version as Mark likes to say...
I sent a tester email.. "just checking .. is this you?" and within minutes that morning .. a return email... "yes..." and of course followed in typical Mark style with much more to say. WOW.. that was fast! Does this guy have a computer strapped to his side 24/7? Turns out he does.. in some form or another. Anyway.. those emails did indeed lead us to just exchange chat IDs and we continued witty banter for awhile that morning until "the wife" sat down at the table with him. I sort of panicked and did say goodbye real quick.. HOLY CRAP! Is he nuts? I'm thinking ..who talks to a potential lover while your wife is sitting there sipping coffee and having a conversation with you. Mark does apparently.
Long story, short... I left to play some tennis.. came back later and we chatted on and off the rest of the day. I was drawn... I have to admit.. I wanted more.. and I still had no idea what he even looked like. But that funny story is yet to come..

Off to work.. Mark just called on his way to his job.. so, my morning is off to a good start.. I think I need to have some fun in the shower before work, he gets me so worked up. Damn him.. I love it!

Sunday Will Never Be The Same..

July 19th 2009

So yes .. that sunny July 19th Sunday morning, Jen and I first established contact on Ashley Madison ... Less than a handful of interchanges later, we quickly moved on to our own personal email accounts, and in no time we were Instant Messaging together. And it's still that same Sunday morning!!

Right out of the box, the thing that captivated me most about Jen was her writing style ... It had such a flow to it... A certain sexiness to it that only someone who writes technical prose for a living could appreciate. Perfect grammar, perfect spelling .. Through her musings, I could almost hear her voice and picture her face, and we hadn't yet exchanged photos. A sarcasm-laden humorous side that was cute .. and playful. To this day I've never met anyone that could enthrall me the way she does with the written word. As time goes on and these postings continue, I hope to share excerpts of some of these emails with you. The world needs to know the joy this woman brings to my heart each and every day with her literary skills.

So yes, that first Sunday morning, July 19th, I was seated at my breakfast table -- alone -- as the natives had yet to stir. And the laptop was out and Jen and I were introducing ourselves electronically via Yahoo chat. Right from the word go, we had a real rapport, a genuine chemistry and could have chatted for hours .. Five months later, we still do - never running out of things to discuss .. The day-to-day stuff that is our lives, our passionate love for each other, and better yet, the erotic expression of our desire to make mad, passionate love to each other ... and yes .. our raw primal urges to fuck each others brains out. But that Sunday morning our chat session was in full gear ... until the wife decided to join us. Sure enough she plops her ass right down at the kitchen table sitting directly across from me and facing the back of my laptop. And it wouldn't be a Sunday morning if she wasn't bitching at me for some rhyme or reason, and me being on the computer so early in the morning gave her some decent ammo to run with .. "You practically LIVE on that thing .. you are ruining our marriage!!!" And I'm continuing to type away at my electronic conversation with Jen, but I'm muttering under my breath at this annoying woman who for some God-only-knows reason I agreed to spend the rest of my life with - "You better watch that mouth of yours, bitch ... If I play my cards right, the lady at the end of my fingertips here is going to be sucking my cock dry someday"... I mentioned to Jen that the wife had joined us and *POOF* - she was gone ... A little early in the relationship to be dealing with tyrannical spouses, I guess. I was disappointed to say the least ... Not only did I want to continue the conversation, but for us cheaters there's something inherently sexy about communicating with a potential lover right under your spouses nose ... Little did the wife know ... nor did Jen .. that underneath that kitchen table and through my boxers, I was massaging My Guy, who was now at full attention.

Jens disappearing act didn't last long, and we haven't missed a beat since that morning... How's my cock, you ask? Well, it ain't dry yet .. but that isn't from a lack of trying ....

More ... MUCH more .. on that topic in our postings to cum .....

Ashley Madison.. from the ladies perspective....

After reading Marks version of his AM experience, I felt compelled to tell it from a woman’s side.
I actually do feel bad for men on AM as I think they have us outnumbered somewhere in the ratio of 10:1. That’s got to be tough. But, what does that tell us? There are that many sexually frustrated married men unhappy with their sex lives or lack thereof? Or, is it saying that.. there are that many women who just don’t want to have sex? Or better yet, are there that many women who do enjoy sex but don’t need an internet site to help them find it outside of their marriage? KUDOS ladies if that’s the deal !!! I mean, I think just about any lady can walk into a bar.. sit there alone for a bit and get hit on by at least one guy who would be willing to take her somewhere and show her a good time.

But, back to AM…. Having been on there twice… I can tell you that as a woman you definitely get inundated with emails or “flirts”. I think your profile can read ..
“ Grossly overweight woman with one leg who doesn’t shave (anywhere) or bathe often.. but definitely doesn’t get enough sex at home.. looking for a guy to fulfill and fill all those spaces”.. and she will still get 20 emails a day.
So, how do we choose to which we respond? I’m sure every woman has different criteria for that one. For me, I can tell you this..If you are a smoker, you are automatically off my list.. sending just a wink or flirt.. gets you deleted automatically. If you can’t invest the time or credits to show you’re interested… I have many more to choose from.. If you did take the time to write, you have a foot in the door. From there it’s about what you write and if you sent pics, what kind of pics. Guess what guys… I DON’T want to see pics of your cock in our first email. As much as you may think yours is better than everyone elses… it’s still just a cock. What you say.. and how you say it makes all the difference. If you can’t spell.. I’m already discounting you.. NO, I don’t want to “meat”.. and when you write to tell me you love to cook and travel…Are you going to come over and cook dinner for me and the family??? Or take us on vacation??? Let’s get this straight… This site was developed to help people cheat and find someone who wants and needs the same thing. I want to know about YOU, what makes you, what drives you.. what you are hoping for … are we looking for the same things… and what do YOU look like? Yes folks, looks are important.. and Mark and I have quite the funny story about that as well. For me, a sense of humor and some intelligence was paramount. I know these relationships involve chemistry and there is time spent not having sex, so.. someone I could talk to and laugh with were key.

What happens if you make it to that first meeting? That’s a whole different blog. I’ve had some experiences there as well.

So fellas, I hope you learned something here. Not all of us women want the same thing, which is what makes the world keep turning. But I think the basic criteria is the same for a lot of us ladies. Be honest, be willing to waste a credit and take a chance, have a sense of humor about the whole deal. More importantly, don’t give up and keep an open mind. Five months ago, I was unhappy and getting through the day to day… now.. life has never been better.

Will it always be this good? Stay tuned…………….

My AM story

July 2009

I'll tell my Ashley Madison (AM) story because I'm sure you may be interested in its success rate. A couple of years ago, I signed up for an account but was too cheap to back it with any real cash, and sat back and waited for all the women to fall at my feet begging me to sleep with them. And of course I didn't post a photo, because who the hell would do that??? I mean, isn't that what discretion is all about ? Being discrete? So of course I wouldn't post a pic because I was paranoid that I'd be "outed" by my coworkers, in-laws, or worst of all - the dreaded wife!!!

So like I say -- that was about 2 years ago, and it goes without saying my attempts were fruitless. But I decided to give it another shot, and this time funded it via Paypal, which the wife has limited or no access to. And of course, I spent the $50 minimum, which entitled me to 100 credits. These credits enable you to establish contact with a prospective mistress / lover / cheater - insert your favorite philandering term here - at a cost of 5 credits per message. Once you send a message and a response is returned (good luck with that fellas!!!) you are free to message each other free-of-charge, or better yet, work outside the AM messaging interface, which restricts you to something like 500 characters. So my first contact was with someone named "southerngirl", and it costs me 10 credits because like a moron I inadvertently ordered "Priority Delivery", which places your message at the top of the recipients Inbox, which must be a good thing because evidently the women on AM are getting constantly hit on. Well don't you know, southerngirl responds,we had some email conversations and some Yahoo IM chats, and before you know it she was sending me grainy cell phone videos working her vibrator in and out of her twat. Yes, a real classy broad. I mean, we hadn't even exchanged photos yet!!! So I nipped that relationship in the bud, as she also was reluctant to provide me a good face pic (always wearing sunglasses and no smile), and always prefaced sending me photos with a "You know, I really don't photograph well...." tale of woe... I know most women don't like to have their picture taken, but gee whiz, if you keep telling me you're a mutt at some point I'm going to believe it.

So that was the end of southerngirl, but I still had 90 credits left in the bank. A no-reply here, a rejection there and before you know it I'm down to 70 credits. And now I'm starting to get self-conscious. Why no luck? The worst rejection was by a girl pseudo-named "trippedup". We exchanged a series of 2 or 3 emails, seemed to be establishing a rapport, and then comes the dreaded photo exchange. "I'd love to chat more Mark, but I have a real busy weekend coming up -- talk to you on Monday!!!", was her reply... And Monday never came. Gulp. Talk about a serious ego-deflator....

OK Mark .. let's not get too down on yourself .. take a deep breath .. let's browse these profiles ... yeah, you may be an engineer, but you're still not the classic geek ...Let's give this "world_wide_wonder" a try ....... Type my intro, hit "Submit", account debited 5 credits ....

And five months later, I still have 65 credits in my account... Game. Set. Match.

My turn

As promised, this blog will come from 2 different perspectives. You have met Mark and know how his side of the story brought us together.. now, it's my turn. My name is Jen.. an over 50, divorced mother of 3 grown children. Just freshly divorced, I started dating sporatically. During the course of my dating .. I had met a few men but found it unfulfilling. I was somewhat happy having my freedom after 25 years of marriage but, still missed the physical part of a relationship with a man.

Going back a bit...In my marriage, I allowed myself to be very controlled and grew to be so unhappy that, I considered life to be more of a sentence then a blessing. Eventually, seeking validation and sex.. I found Ashley Madison. Met a great man who made me feel like I was deserving of so much more than I had. He helped me find the sexual woman I had underneath that sad little girl I had become. But, although that relationship ended due to location issues.. it gave me strength and power to leave my misery and begin life anew.

Sometime later,after the divorce.. I met a sweet guy (we will call him D).. he made me laugh and didn't seem to ask much of my time.. at least in the beginnng. After we were dating for a couple months.. he got very ill and ended up in the hospital. D needed me. I took care of him.. and he grew to depend on me. He had lots of problems and my relationship became one of compassion rather than caring. D was a great guy. but.. I felt stuck.. and I just couldn't walk away because I knew he needed me. Our physical relationship went from seldom to none. I was torn.. it wasn't great to start with but not having any? I was frustrated. What do I do? ahhhh yes, Ashley. Always men there who were looking for a lady to have a physical relationship with.. and no strings. SO.. I created my profile. After a few months and many emails and a couple subsequent meetings that resulted in not feeling the "chemistry".. I decided to quit looking for the summer and concentrate my frustrations on my tennis and bike riding. I still cared for D, and although I didn't love him, I knew I could get through the summer without sex and focus on other activities with D.

I didn't remove my AM profile.. but, when I would get emails.. I would just respond with "sorry, I met someone and seeing where it goes". It saved a lot of questions and allowed me to keep the profile up. One day.. I got an email that caught my attention. Not the usual.. "hey you seem like just what I'm looking for.. wanna meet" email.. but an actual letter .. funny, interesting and intriguing.It ended with
"I'd enjoy hearing more from you. And I'd be more than happy to provide you a pic after an email or two, just till I can convince myself you're not a) my neighbor, b) my wife -- UGH!!! or c) the woman that works in the office next to me. Yeah, maybe I'm a little paranoid, but you never know with these things!!!

Hope you're having a good day, and I hope to hear more from you."


I responded, but not with my usual "sorry" story.. I was interested and responded by telling him I was sort of planning on staying off the market for the summer but, he had touched something in me that wanted to know more...so, we started to email and that my friends, is how Mark and I found each other..

But as he says.. that is just the beginning of our "once upon a time..." fairy tale.

Introducing Mark

July, 2009

Hi. My name is Mark and let me tell you how this all began. Like so many men my age, just turned 50 and still with relatively young children at home, my love life .. yes, my sex life ... was non-existent. While I wasn't necessarily interested in changing my home situation, I needed to have that intimacy again that can only be afforded by a woman ... But not just any "intimacy" .. no, I wasn't particularly interested in "making love"... Better yet, I wanted to fuck!! And fuck hard ... and fuck often ... If I was going to do this, the sex HAD to be good ...

And so I turned to Ashley Madison. Looking for a woman that was in a similar situation, and one that had as much to lose as I did .. You know, reverse Tiger Rules .. You want and need to "cheat up" .. Although I wonder how Tiger could ever "cheat up"...

But more than the sex, I did want to find someone that I could eventually fall back on when my marriage inevitably collapsed. You see, I just could never imagine living in the same house with the wife after the kids are up and gone ... To me, that would be unbearable.. So my plan was to find a woman to have sex with, and perhaps 2, 3, or 5 years down the road we'd look into each others eyes after a mind-blowing orgasm and say "Hey, wait a minute .. I really, REALLY like you!!"

So I went to Ashley Madison looking for some mind-blowing, earth-moving sex .. And what did I find, you ask? Well, mind-blowing, earth-moving sex. And oh so much more than that ....

And that's where the story begins .....