Doing A Carol 31
Dear Diary.
Apologies for the delayed entry.
As of writing, we’re in mid of Surrey Fashion Week and the start of the party season, so my online business and my two shops have been so busy with the local social elite ladies wanting their winter collection of Christmas outfits, it’s been a challenge to grab five minutes of peace amongst the who’s-wearing-what hubbub.
I mustn’t complain though, as the sales for this last quarter of the year (if luckily enough) can balance out our quieter periods. So how ever many hours I need to work now, it will be worth it in the end.
And inbetween all of this chaos, I still have to show up and be seen to attend local functions as well as Jerry’s work’s christmas dinner, which is very important for the both of us.
He always treats his team to a georgous meal in some fancy London restaurant, as well as giving them a long break over the holidays.
I have to admit that Jerry does look after his team very well with his basket of benefits, such as performance related Christmas bonuses, events held throughout the year and deals on discounts with local businesses. And because of all of that, his team do repay him with their loyalty as some have been with him practically from the start.
As you can see dear diary, I haven’t had any fun for a while. Not since poker night. And that was nearly a month ago!
It’s not intentional as Steve and Michael have their own busy lives to lead and Jerry has seemed to have gone off the boil in that department. Well, he has with me.
I hope Michael isn’t bored with me either. I’m sure he’s not as we’ve been messaging each other on a regular basis, though he is away with Sara for a pre Christmas break at the moment. So I’m guessing that he has to be careful there and stay in her good books.
So in the meantime, I’ve been chatting to other guys on that swingers website, but nothing definite has come from that yet. Just a flurry of messages, picture swaps and the odd faceless video chats.
I must admit that some of the guys on there have mighty appendages that makes my mouth water and my pussy pulse. It’s a pity that they’re miles away. But there are a few local lads who seem to be genuine and may become ‘new friends’ in the new year. I just need to bind my time and keep my head down. And oh, I wish I could keep my head down on them!
Yes, I do miss that salty fluid, ruing my designer lipstick, running down my throat and across my chin.
And because I’ve succumbed to the taste of their manly naughtiness and substances, I need, nay crave, to be frequently lubricated as I don’t want my lady garden to become shrivelled up like a dried up prune down there, do I?
I did dress up in a slutty outfit and drove to that ‘special’ car park on my own the other night and waited around in case anyone popped by, but sadly no one turned up. It could have been too cold to play outside or just my bad luck. Oh well, never mind. Their loss.
I don’t know what has come over me recently, but I have to admit that I have changed somewhat. Could it be that I’ve become enlightened by the call of the cock and need my tank to be filled with men’s natural petrol?
I don’t know if it’s due to the blossoming of my sexual desire with my awakening of the penetrative pumping of the penis, but some may say that my outlook to life has changed. Or some will say I’ve become a slut.
For starters, I’ve become less inhabited with my dress sence. I’m now sporting a more relaxed and casual style with revealing lines and sensual materials that accentuates my gym fit body and legally just about covers my new sexy lingerie that hide beneath.
But whatever has happened to me, from my new style in clothes, my haircut or my boost of confidence, Jerry has noticed something different in me. He keeps saying that something has changed and he can’t put his finger on it, but he’s definitely keeps paying me attention and compliments me.
I can’t complain about that, can I, as it’s always a boost when a guy says something nice about me. Yes I do get that from strangers online, but it’s more important when they come from Jerry. And as a true lady, I do like to treat my husband like a king and return the compliments.
Right, I’ve now got to decide on what to wear for Jerry’s Christmas dinner tomorrow night. Shall I go conventional and don my usual classic kind of outfit, or do I dare to break the norm and go for a revealing little number?
I don’t think it will matter as most of his team are, let’s just say, happily married, grey, geeky and boring and they won’t notice any difference.
Every time we meet at one function or another, they always seem polite and respectful.
I’ve never spotted a spark of interest in me as they clearly see me as the boss’ wife and I’m guessing, wouldn’t dare to go there. But back then, I didn’t recognise any of the signs. I still don’t, but it’s fun learning!
Though it’s a good job too that we have to keep it professional as there are some lines we mustn’t cross. We need to keep our barriers closed and locked, however horny we may feel.
And I’m one horny bitch on heat.
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