Yes, E managed quite well through the fishnets but as usual one of our dates could not be without a wardrobe malfunction! So there we are in the back of the van, her fingers deftly massaging my clit as I grope her hungrily. I went to throw my head back in ecstasy and youch…my big beautiful hoop earrings were caught in her glasses (which she was still wearing to keep an eye out for intruders). So we had to completely readjust ourselves before I could come.

I was sad that due to our top secret location, I didn’t see or taste her new shave/trim job, but it was very enticing to touch.

Happy Monday everyone!  Silver and I went to an Underwater Equinox party Friday night…we were actually on dry land pretending to be underwater in a black-light, psychedelic kind of way.  As usual, Silver went all out with her aquatic themed outfit, and looked quite smashing.  She wore white fishnets that glowed under the black-lights.  In an ultra sexy dance floor moment, another woman at the party came up to Silver and started rubbing her hands up and down Silver’s fishnets.  I have the same tactile response to fishnets myself.  They just scream “Rub me!”   I frequently obey, so I found it very hot to see another woman give in to the same urge, with a total stranger no less!

Fortunately, Silver’s darling husband cleaned the van out for us, so I was able to feel the fishnets up privately after the party.  We moved the van to a quiet parking lot, and made out in the back seat.  The night air was chilly, so we had to leave most of our clothes on.  Maneuvering through the fishnet holes to find her clit was a challenge, but my tiny, ambidextrous hands managed.

I’m sorry to say that Silver won’t be able to confirm or deny anything about her fishnets until further notice.  She dumped an entire venti iced coffee on her laptop yesterday, and is officially offline for a while.  I’ve often feared that her coffee and computer habits would some day collide, and alas, it has happened.

On the bright side, my husband finally has a complete shave.  He thinks it makes his dick look bigger.  He did some of it himself, but when I caught him trying to see if he could pee and shave at the same time, I took over.  Now if we can just control the after-itch…

Silver picks me up on Wednesday for our usual Italian lunch (I order eggplant parm and she gets chicken parm).  She drives up to the college in her little red stick shift.

“Where’s the van?”  I ask, having just gargled in the bathroom in the hopes of making out in the van.

“We need to retire the van for the spring,” she says.  “It’s full of mulch and gardening tools.  There’s no way I’m going to be able to clean it up for sex.”

“What!” I gasp.  “Since when did you get all utilitarian on me?  The van is about love!  Even you yourself have called her a MILF!  You keep her full of mulch, and she’s going break down…I’m just warning you.”

“But how am I suppose to haul the garden stuff if I don’t use the van?”

“Well…I don’t know…what do you need a garden for anyway?”  She rolls her eyes at me.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

I got to thinking, though, that perhaps my lifestyle had advanced to the point where I needed my OWN love van!  I mean, people bought vans back in the 60’s and 70’s as a place to have sex all the time.  Admittedly they were probably teenagers, but what the hell!  My super suave Saturn is paid off, so I could afford a cheap van.  In retrospect, I should have bought the van with the flat tires that someone left parked near my apartment last year.  It was a cruiser with a couch AND tables in the back.  It probably wouldn’t have ever run, but who cares!  I could have turned it into my own private love nest on wheels!

Here’s what sucks about polyamory…with two households that contain small kids, Silver and I are frequently in the bind of having no where to fuck.  When the weather is warmer, we’re out in the van.  We’ve gone to hotels…we’ve used other people’s houses…we’ve groped in public restrooms.  All that is fine and good, but I think her and would both agree that, after a while, it gets tiring to have to constantly look for a place to have sex.  I guess this is what teenagers have to deal with all the time

Last night we went out on the town.  She was all dressed up in black pants and a frilly top.  Under the frilly top was a new bra!  I get excited over new bras.  My first plan was to go to the lingerie store, and take over the corset changing room for about 20 minutes.  But alas, the store was closed!  Thwarted!

We drive over to the hookah bar (every town needs one of those) and start looking for a quiet corner over there.  All of the private areas were taken.  We threw our coats down on a large snuggle couch, and upon returning from the bar, discovered two horny 20-somethings had taken our couch.  Thwarted!  So we ended up on a couch in the middle of the room…across from two lesbians who were out with their chihuahua.  (Silver, if we ever go lesbian, let’s not buy a chihuahua and take it to bars with us…that just seemed tacky!  K?)

After groping on the couch for a while, we moved to the restroom.  Here I got a peek at the new bra!  We kissed a while and made a plan to make out in the car before another woman walked in on us.

We moved the car over to a remote parking lot behind the coffee shop where Silver works.  I’m always a bit nervous about getting spotted in the car, but Silver assured me that she knew the cops on this beat rather well.  “I’ll just offer to give them free coffee if they catch us, ” she said.

The van is SO much better for making out.  My car is a little Saturn stick shift.  We start kissing.  The emergency break got in the way.  I’m groping her breasts, and all the layers of winter clothing get in the way.  We couldn’t even find my crotch under the coat and thick corduroy pants that I was wearing!  So then the plan became that we’d just kiss for a while, as warm-up, and then each run home and fuck our husbands silly.

Again, the Universe was thwarting us last night…her husband ended up being doped up on cough syrup and mine was deep in the bowels of a grad school paper due Monday.  Silver, I hope you at least broke out the chick rocket or my purple penis.  I, for one, am taking an early lunch and heading to the steam room!  Look at James!

Sorry to keep everyone hanging about how our date went with the sexy mechanic.  We were late getting to Valvoline thanks to Silver…she had to clean out the van, which frankly was no small task.

“Why did you call my van a man?”  she yelled over the sound of the super-sucker car vac located next to 7-Eleven.  We had stopped to get some drinks, only to realize that every cup holder contained empty Starbucks cups.  “What are you saving these for?” I had asked, grabbing an armload of cups for disposal.  “It’s part of my survival training, ” she had answered, which really meant “Just shut up and clean!”

“Why did you call my van a man?”  she repeated, now turning off the vacuum.  She was referring to a comment that I had made on the blog.  She apparently considered her van to be female.  “I don’t know,” I replied, making my third trip to the trash can, “I guess I was just thinking of it as a bachelor pad.”  The van was a sensitive topic, so I decided to play it safe and switch gears.

“Should we buy the sexy mechanic some beef jerky while we’re here?”

“E, that stuff is disgusting!  Do you really want to kiss someone who’s just consumed nitrates in that quantity?”

“No, you’re right!”  I had a flashback to the day I took my vegetarian husband to Nathan’s on Coney Island for his first (and last) chili dog.  “Let’s just hit the road…she’s probably waiting on us in Bay 2!”

So we get to Valvoline, and she was, in fact, waiting.  Her dark hair was slicked back in the ponytail again, and her lips shone with just a hint of lip gloss.  She had left her coveralls on, which made Silver and I both sigh at the same time.   “This is going to be good!”  we said in unison.

“You two are late,” she said climbing into the van.  “We had better hurry…I have to do another lube job in 45 minutes!”

Silver floored the van and we sped off to “our spot” on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  Fortunately, there wasn’t many tourists out on the Parkway this time of year, so we felt fairly certain that we could fuck for half an hour without discovery.  We climbed into the back of the van and started shedding our clothes.

Silver and I insisted that she leave her coveralls on until we were both naked.  We kissed in front of her until she grabbed at our breasts, and then we both shifted our attention to unzipping the uniform.  She was wearing no bra or underwear underneath.  We undid the coveralls just far enough so that I could play with her bulging breasts and Silver could get access to her wet pussy.

“Shall we have lunch?” Silver teased.  She then dove her tongue into the mechanic’s pussy, eating quite ravenously as time was of the essence now.  I bit and teased at her nipples, running my hands further inside the uniform.  The mechanic came rather quickly, leaving the crotch of her coveralls damp with cum.  We zipped her back up, threw on our own clothes, and sped back to Valvoline.  She waved at us from Bay 2 as we drove off, leaving her to lube a Hummer.

We ended at Starbucks for our post-coital hand washing and lattes.  “See, this is how I end up with so many cups!”  Silver said, pitching the Big Gulp cups into the back seat.

I pulled into Valvoline this morning with bagels for the female mechanics…yesterday it was donuts.  Tom T. Hall was blaring on my radio.   As many of you may remember, I became a regular at Valvoline last month when I discovered the allure of the Bay 2 lesbian mechanic.  She’s disassembled and cleaned every part of my engine since then.  I now know all of the female mechanics that work at this particular Valvoline, and I like to think that their day is a bit more cheery after my visits.

“Thanks for the bagel, E” said my Bay 2 Beauty.  “What will it be today?”

“Wiper blades…I need more squeegee action on the windshield.”

“It’s probably that god awful music you listen to…blades needs something funky to swish to.”

“Hey, Tom T. Hall was a modern day troubadour…every song is a poignant vignette of characterization.”  She laughed.  Ok, so she’s not a Tom T. Hall fan.  I won’t hold that against her.  I figured I needed to switch gears on the conversation, though.

“So, what do you think of Jessica Simpson’s ass?  Personally I think she looks better with some meat on her bones.”

“Yea, I’d fuck her.”

“Me too!”  Ah, now I felt like I was getting somewhere.  I resisted the temptation to elaborate on the social implications of our country’s obsession with celebrity weight gain.  Figured I’d save that conversation for Silver.

“So, ” I continued, “you have a girlfriend?”

“Nope, ” she replied leaning over my windshield to adjust the new wiper blades.  “But you do.”

Busted.

“Yea, she came in her yesterday afternoon specifically asking for my bay.”

Shit.

“She saw the empty donut box.”

Double shit.

I laughed and tried to recover the mood.  “Well, hey, if she brought that van of hers in, you guys will definitely be thanking me later.  That van needs tons of work.  We have sex in that van, you know!”  I whispered that last part.  The Bay 2 Beauty laughed.

“Yes, I know that…your girlfriend invited me to join you two for ‘lunch’ on Wednesday.”  I gulped.  ‘Lunch’ was the code word for sex in the back of the van.  And wait…tomorrow is Wednesday!

After reading Steamywordguy’s methodology for scoring a married woman, I felt I had to put a few of my own tactics up…these have worked on at least one married woman!  Before I spew my secrets, though, let me just be clear that I’m poking fun at Steamy’s methods, NOT at the need.  I’ve been in the boat of having needs that extended beyond my marriage, so in that respect I sympathesize COMPLETELY.  I think everyone has the right to pursue their own needs…the trick is meeting them in a way that’s respectful to everyone involved. 

So without further adieu, here’s how I got my married lady!  (I’ve got to be quick here while she’s getting her hair done, lest she get online and edit my gospel truth!)

Step 1…Start a discussion group!  I started a discussion group for bisexual women who were engaged in multiple relationships.  Brillant move on my part!  It’s been the best thing for my sex life since batteries or therapy.

Step 2…Start a sex blog!  Or rather, resurrect a sex blog that I had deleted two years ago in a righteous creative fit!  Anyway, the blogging allows me to write out all my fantasies.  As it happened, one of the married bisexual women who joined my discussion group was ALSO a writer.  What good fortune!  So I asked her to blog with me… 

Step 3…Word play!  For anyone who doesn’t believe in the power of language, let me set you straight!  Every individual that I have EVER seduced, be it man, woman, or beast, has flipped out over my command of the English language.  I’ve been pen pals first with just about all of them (except the beast of course!)  Turns of my married lady could dish out syntax just as artfully, so things started getting juicy.

Step 4…Sangria!  On this point, I agree with Steamy.  Alcohol never hurts.  On a side note, alcohol also tends to bring out the urge to “experiment” in women.  Anyway, my married lady had enough sangria one night to necessitate me driving her home.  Ka ching!

Step 5…Rinse and repeat!  Seriously, whatever worked the first time, just keep doing it.  Throw in some car sex, a few strip clubs, sex in other people’s homes, a fight over a waitress, a professional spanker, and there you go…one happily seduced married woman!

Piece of cake!  And best of all, her husband knows every detail.  That’s the beauty of being bisexual!

My city happens to be well populated with lesbians, and I’ve discovered one of the marvelous advantages to that is female mechanics!  The first time I pulled into my local Valvoline, I was overjoyed to see that the female mechanics outnumbered the men.  As often happens with me, I then became obsessed with one of them and felt the need to have my car serviced quite frequently.

I pulled in for yet another top off the other day.  She greeted me in Bay 2 with a smile, as always.  Her mechanic’s uniform hugged her shapely form in a snug way.  Her dark hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, elongating her rich eyes.

“What can I do for you today, E?” she asked.

“Well, I need you to check my fluids again.  Seems the coolant light keeps coming in…I’m afraid of overheating, you know.”

“In this frigid weather?  You’re not going to overheat…unless you’re driving your engine too hard.  Are you driving it too hard?”

(Gulp)  “I try to maintain a steady speed, but I just can’t seem to get control of my fluids.  Can you PLEASE check them again for me?”

“Ok, but if you show up again next week, I’m going to HAVE to charge you!”

“I understand…but I’ll sleep better tonight knowing you’ve looked under my hood again.”  I pop the hood and she leans into my engine, expertly examining the parts.

“You do look a bit hot.  Let me add some coolant.”

“Whatever you think is necessary,” I look her straight in the eye.  “I trust your skills completely.”

She laughs, and then proceeds to fill my tank.  “God this is sexy, ” I think to myself.  “Way sexier than a bikini clad bimbo lounging on a car.  This chick can actually fix my car…and flirt with me at the same time!”

“Well, you’re all done,” she says, slamming the hood down.  “Drive ‘er easy, and remember you’re due for an oil job soon.  Next week I’m charging your ass for a top off, got that?”

“Yes, mam,” I saluted.  “I’m always happy to pay a professional.”

I drove straight to work and masturbated in the college bathroom…then had my coffee.

I know everyone has been DYING to get the details on Silver’s ability to squirt, so in a rare serious moment, I’m going to describe the experience from a bird’s eye perspective.  So there we were, both mostly naked in the back of Silver’s mini-van.  She had taken the back seat out and moved the kids’ car seats so that we’d have plenty of room to fuck.  I had changed into a black dress that she bought for me at a charity sale…hey, when something’s only $1.00, you can fuck in it once and you’ve gotten your money’s worth!  Anyway, she took off her top and left on her black MILF skirt.

We started by kissing and playing with boobs.  I quicky moved to peel her thong off, so I could get to her pussy.  I kissed down her belly and started licking the top of her pussy.  I’m big on finger insertion, so I went straight to fingering her.  My fingers were playing with her clit, and then moving farther and farther inside.  I’ve got tiny hands, so it was pretty easy for me to get most of my hand up inside of her.  By this point, her muscles starting contracting and squeezing my hand as she had her first orgasm.  As the vaginal muscles tightened around my hand, I think I found her G-Spot easier.  I started working it feverishly.  I moved my head back so that I could watch what I was doing.  The next thing I know, a warm, sweet-smelling fluid started squirting out from around my hand.  It squirted up my arm a little, and then ran down onto the blanket.  I was completely fascinated, and just kept saying, “Cool!”

I had known that she could ejaculate, but I honestly wasn’t expecting to be able to make her do it that easily.  I kept my hand inside of her for another few minutes, the fluids still coming out periodically.  When I finally pulled out, she wanted to rest for a while.  When we started up again, she licked me this time.  Then we sat up and were facing each other with our legs spread.  We started fingering each other’s clit simultaneously.  My fingers easily dove into her pussy again, pulling her pelvis towards me.  Her muscles contracted against my hand again, and for the second time, she squirted warm fluid all over my hand.

In conclusion, I think female ejaculation is a beautiful thing to behold!  It made me feel like He-Man to be able to make a woman do that!  Next time, though, I think we need a pile of bath towels to catch the liquid

I was trembling with excitement as we drove across the street to the Wal-Mart parking lot. Watching eroticego get worked over by Ariel combined with the make out session in the bathroom had me unbelievably aroused. But there was no way I was going to let her drag me into the nasty Wal-Mart bathroom. So as soon as she parked the car I grabbed her and kissed her hard.

“God you are so gorgeous,” I murmured in her ear as her hands began to move across my body, “I have been waiting too long for this moment.” I tried to lean over into her lap but the emergency brake poked me in the ribs.

“Excuse my stick,” she said, giggling.

“Hey, you weren’t supposed to have one of those!” We kissed deeply and our hands were all over each other’s breasts. She caressed my tattoo and easily brought my nipples to attention. Feeling like quite the pro, I unsnapped her bra with one hand while cradling her breast in the other. I just wanted to look at her but I couldn’t stop kissing her soft skin in as many places as I could reach. I must have been dripping wet when her hand reached down into my pants.

“C’mon let’s climb in the back,” I said. She looked dubious but followed me into the back of her car. No holds barred with no stick shift between us, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on that clit piercing again! Both of us were breathless, she moaned as my lips closed over her nipple and my hand fiddled with her piercing, a barbell that seemed to make her clit scream, “Here I am, touch me!”

She stiffened as a pair of headlights crept slowly by us. “Oh, please keep going,” she said. They did but we were on alert now. Next thing we saw was the street sweeper.

“Damnit,” I muttered, knowing that he’d soon be all over the parking lot and catch us for sure. We fumbled to readjust our clothes and drove back to the strip club to retrieve my car. Our eyes met in an intense gaze and I smiled saying “I enjoyed the strip club, but I enjoyed you more.”

I arrived home to find my husband in bed. I kissed him and whispered, “I’m home, lover.” He threw back the sheet revealing an already erect cock. “Um, do you want me to brush my teeth?”

“Just hop on,” he said. Eroticego took care of the foreplay so I complied immediately and rode my way to a spectacular orgasm.

I went to bed feeling like I’d had my cake and eaten it too. Definitely one of the best evenings of my life. Just can’t wait to finish what E and I started.