Married In Ohio

Friday night was the perfect way to start the weekend. The children were off from school for Good Friday so they were already deep into their game playing by the time I got home. California Girl was able to finish up her work for the week by Thursday so she was ready for the weekend as well. She had gone to the salon and had her hair done so she was looking really good. I had to work, but I was able to leave early. Once we sorted out the kids’ evening plans it was off to dinner for us. We ate at mid-grade restaurant that serves southwest cuisine (at least for Ohio). California Girl had a strawberry daiquiri and I had a fishbowl (32-oz glass) of American beer. It was a very un-rushed, un-hurried meal that reminded me of olden times. When we got home, the kids were still in the basement playing Nintendo/Xbox games. After reminding them to go to bed soon, California Girl and I went to bed ourselves.

I like to watch California Girl get ready for bed. It’s not like she does a strip tease, I just like to watcher her beautiful body come into view as she shimmies out of her clothes. She’s not self-conscious in the least about her body which is a total turn on. She had recently trimmed her pubic hair, so it was the perfect length for oral sex. I’ve been fighting a cold recently but that did not stop me from going to town. I tongued and tongued like there was no tomorrow just devouring her. California Girl was really enjoying herself. One of the lights was still on so I could watch the effects my tongue and fingers. The more turned on she gets, the more tuned on I get so it?s a great self-fulfilling prophecy. She likes getting sucked and I like sucking. After she comes, she pulls my head up and we kiss and lick. She gets up and gets her diaphragm but I am not ready just yet. So I get back between her legs and bring her off again. Now I am ready. My dick feels enormous when I enter her hole. I am thrusting and thrusting. I feel like I can go forever. We switch positions several times and I am still going. I am starting to wonder if I am ever going to make it. Finally, I fell that familiar sensation building and decide that I am not dysfunctional after all. [Note to self: Do not mix alcohol and cold medication.] I fall asleep thinking pleasant thoughts about California Girl and Saturday night.

Saturday morning is cloudy and overcast but I am still in an incurably good mood. The kids know not to bother us if we are in the bedroom with the door closed, so California Girl and I pick up where we left off the night before. I start off with the heavy tongue action and it’s like deja vue. I am really enjoying her freshly trimmed pubic hair. It’s short, neat and gives easy access to all the important parts. She has a special razor to cut it which I think is hilarious. We live in an outwardly very conservative society yet there are manufactures making razors specifically for pubic hair. I made a New Year’s resolution to go down on California Girl every time she has a fresh trim which I haven’t been quite able to keep so this morning, I am making up for lost opportunities. Despite the gray day outside, There is enough light to see California Girl really well. Her nipples are rock hard and her body is moving rhythmically. I can tell she is having fun. I continue licking until she comes and comes and comes. I wait patiently while she re-inserts her diaphragm. We she comes back to bed, she starts sucking my dick which is always a great way to pick things back up. She does this quite often and it’s a wonderful way to regain the mood. Once I am fully erect, she gets on top and we start going at it again. I like it when she gets on top, it very stimulating visually. I get to play with her boobs and watch her body move. We do it like that for a while then I get on top. There are several positions we like where I am basically on top and she does different things with her legs and we go through all of them. I love sex on weekend mornings and today is one for the ages. We don’t do doggie style because the bed makes to much noise and the kids are still home. I came powerfully though it’s only been a few hours since Friday night.

We shower, and get dresses and come out of the room to discover that the kids are mad that they will be going to their Grandmother’s later than expected. (We got a late start on the day because of our bedroom activities.) I’m still in an incurably good mood so I just tell them to finish packing and get in the car. Once they’re at Grandma’s, California Girl and I stop off at a department store to do a little shopping. We don’t need much, I just want a couple pairs of socks and she wants to get some underwear to work out in. She did not see anything she liked so far as workout wear, but got some really cute lace panties. I also picked up a shirt that I though looked good. It was wonderful being able to going home to an empty house. California Girl decided that she was going to do a “comfort test” of her new underwear. So off came the jeans and the old underwear and on went the new underwear. They looked really good on her. It was almost enough to make us stay in for the evening. It was difficult to shave and get cleaned up before going to dinner with California Girl parading around in her new lace panties. With supreme will power I managed to suppress the urge and we got dresses and went to our favorite restaurant. She wore a pink blouse and pink jeans that is very spring like. There is a pattern on her blouse so it’s not too much pink. I wore the new patterned shirt that I purchased earlier. Dinner was exquisite. She had chicken and I had prime rib both of which were immaculately prepared. We’re never disappointed whenever we go there. I would eat there every day if I could afford it. After dinner we decide to go to a new club in town that we had never been to before and check it out.

We got to the club before the late-arriving crowd so we were able to explore it without throngs of people everywhere. It seemed like a good place. Downstairs it has a dance floor and upstairs there is a lounge with couches and a place to shoot pool. We sat on the couches for awhile then decided to shoot some pool. Neither of us had played in awhile so we were both rusty. We played several games an ended up tied according to my count. California Girl thinks she ended up which may very well be true since I supplemented my game with several cool refreshing beverages. We were having a good time and hung out at the cub for longer than we planned. But we will definitely be going back.

I have a long-standing rule against drinking too much to enjoy myself when I get home but, just to be safe, California Girl drove home. Bars are a little to smoky for us, so we always get undressed in the laundry room rather than the bedroom. This has the added bonus of necessitating California Girl to go about her end of day household tasks in the nude. The way my hands were wandering, I’m sure I was no help loading the dishwasher, putting things away or turning off lights. About the only thing that changed once we hit the bedroom was that California Girl was able to reciprocate. I went down on her. She went down on me. She got on to, I got on top, legs over the head legs together, legs spread, side but side facing, side by side looking away. We just could not get enough of each other. We just kept going and going and going. It was 4-o’clock when we were finally spent!

The first thing California Girl does Sunday is to check her watch and determine the protocol for her diaphragm. It hasn’t been long enough since our last activity to remove it so she just squirts in some more Gynol II and comes back to bed. I’ve said before that I don’t like the taste, or should I say the non taste of Gynol II, but that did not stop me from providing California Girl with killer oral sex to start the morning off. She reciprocated and it was a flashback to Saturday night. We also did it doggy-style, which we can’t do as often as we’d like because the bed makes too much noise. We did it hard and fast, soft and tender, and every way in between. We just did it and did it and did it. In fact I have a “mattress burn” on my right knee. I don?t know when I got it but I know how I got it. We spent so much time in the bedroom that we were slightly late arriving for Easter Sunday dinner at my mom’s house.

Sometimes the anticipation is better than the event, but in this case, the event lived up to the anticipation. I do not know when we will have our next kidless weekend but I am anxiously looking forward to it.

Its looks like both of the kids will be out of the house this weekend for the first time in long time. I really like it when California Girl and I get the run of the house. There is something exciting about not being restricted to the master bedroom. It’s not that we have sex all over the house, although we have been known to do that. It’s just easier to be uninhibited when the children aren’t down the hall. I’ve got some really good photographs of California Girl sitting by the Christmas tree in her sheer Santa Claus night gown that are definitely not suitable for the family photo album. Afterward, I laid a quilt on the floor and we made love in front of the fireplace. It was an unforgettable morning. Especially since we have time-lapse photos of it in our private photo album. Digital cameras are a wonderful thing. It’s just good to be husband and wife instead of Mom and Dad.

I still remember once a few years ago when we were unexpectedly without the kids. They were visiting their grandmother who decided to keep them overnight. I was at a friend’s 30th birthday party when California Girl called and let me know that the kids would not be coming that evening as previously planned. I hung around for a short time then bid farewell to the hosts and departed it for home. When I got there California Girl was only wearing a nightgown and her diaphragm. Needless to say, I ate a lot of Gynol II that night (among other things).

It’s not always en event every time we are alone in the house. Sometimes we just lounge around and do nothing special. It’s reminiscent of our college days when we used to freely intermingle sex with our other activities. Some days we would not get dressed until dinner time. It’s rare that we have that freedom now but it’s great when we do. I don’t know if this coming weekend will be one of those but I do know that I’m going to spend it with California Girl.

Out of the blue, California Girl said that we could get a new full-size bed. We’ve been sorely in need of a new bed for a while but could never agree on what size to get. I wanted to get the same size that we have (full) and she wanted something bigger (queen). Full size beds aren’t really big enough for two adults. There is no his side and her side; just an our side in the middle which is how I like it. I usually feel the most rested when I wake up with my arm all squished for California Girl laying on top if it all night. And I generally toss and turn if I have too much room. California Girl doesn’t sleep as well in an “empty” bed either, we just have (or should I say had) a different view on what is big enough.

This is the third mattress and box spring that we have worn out before its time. It must be all the hot sex we have. The manufactures should make a new ratings scale for beds based upon how often the purchasers expect to have sex on it. Platinum for once per day or more. Gold for two to three times a week. Silver for once a week. Bronze for once or twice a month. And unlabeled for “only if I’m really lucky”. I can already visualize the sales person going through the script now. Its funny how taboo discussions about sex are considering it’s such a big part of people’s lives. I just hope California Girl and I don’t lose out enthusiasm for sex when we get older. Hopefully, seven to ten years from now, we’ll be shopping for beds again.

I am a pretty big sports fan but I am not the type to spend all day and all night in front of the TV watching games. I like to get out and do things. That?s one of the great things about going to a game in person. Afterwards, you can go hang out somewhere and celebrate your victory (or drown your sorrows). I watched portions of two games this weekend. Otherwise, my big task was ensuring our daughter completed two big projects for school. She did the first one on Friday night and finished the second one Saturday afternoon, and then the day belonged to California Girl and me.

Once the kids’ dinner was settled, we finally got out of the house. It was so relaxing; I could not believe how stressed I was. In fact, California Girl tells me that she tried unsuccessfully to wake me up for sex on Saturday morning and that I was un-wakeable. It has been a long time since that has happened. The good news was that by Saturday night we were both insatiable. We got started on the floor of the master bathroom and continued on into the bedroom. Clothes were all over the master suite. We used a Lot of Gynol II. (Your have to use this special applicator to apply more spermicide if you do it too often within a certain time period.) Even with all the Gynol II and dead and dying soldiers I still hungrily went down on California Girl. We were like a couple of starving people having their first meal after two weeks in the desert. I don’t know what got us going but if I did. I would bottle it and take a drink every night (and every morning).

Back to work for me on today. I am green with envy of people who get a Spring Break. Where I work, we don’t even get Good Friday off. Oh well, only 70 more days until Memorial Day. And 28 days until we open the swimming pool!

I like living in Ohio, but I am ready for spring. It’s not the cold weather so much as the fact that I am ready for a change. Winter is the season of sweaters and long sleeves. Spring is the season of shorts and swimwear. California Girl got a new swim suit which looks really good on her. It?s a different style that what she has purchased previously but it?s a definitely as keeper. The only thing I like about the long winter we have had is working out with California Girl on Sundays. She looks great in her women’s Under Armour. In order to work properly, Under Armour has to be skin tight. In my completely chauvinistic point of view, the only thing better than California Girl in skin tight clothing is her in no clothing at all. (I have some Under Armour myself but I don’t look nearly as good.)

California Girl didn’t like what I said about her “The 5-Minute Upgrade From HELL” post. This led to a long discussion on Wednesday night. I am not sure what lesson to I learned, I’m still processing everything that was said. I have had bad luck with computers recently. I am praying that everything works smoothly for a while.

It looks like the high temperatures will be in the 40s this weekend which seems like a heat wave. I think I’ll try to interest California Girl in going for a ride (if she’s not still mad at me).

What is it about “the best laid plans of mice and men”? Despite the best of intentions I did not get to give California Girl a night out this past weekend. On Thursday, our son asks “Are we going to the game?” “The game” is the state girls basketball tournament game. Its not often your high school gets to play for a state championship in any sport. So, we spent Friday and Saturday night driving back and forth to Columbus to watch the game. The game on Friday was never in doubt, but the game on Saturday was a nail-biter down until the final few minutes when the good guys (or should I say the good girls) began to pull away. In the end, we had some major bonding time with the kids, but not with each other. I guess there is always next weekend.

I mentioned this incident last weekend but never elaborated, so I thought tell the rest of the anecdote. Before the children, one of our favorite pastimes was going for rides in the car. Sometimes we wouldn?t go very far, other times we might drive to Canada and go to Niagara Falls. It all just depended on when we gat started and what we felt like. As we rode around, I would some times unbutton California Girl’s blouse and play with her boobs. I generally kept my eyes on the road and let my hands wonder, especially at stop lights. I am left-handed, so I didn’t have any problem controlling the vehicle with one hand. We didn’t get so distracted as to cause an accident, but our rides were definitely eventful.

One day we’re out driving around/playing around when we get hungry and decide to go to the Wendy’s drive thru and get something to eat. When we get to the restaurant, California Girl tells me to chill, straightens up a little bit, but doesn?t button her shirt back up. Passers by can’t see into the car anyway except for our heads. We place our order and drive around to pay. It’s when we get to the window that we realize the clerk has a perfect “trucker’s eye” view into the car. He didn’t notice anything when he first takes our money, bit when he gave us our change he was completely discombobulated. He was kind of young and had probably never seen a boob in broad daylight before. I had to remind him to give us our food. It wasn’t the inadvertent exposure so much as his reaction that makes this such a memorable event. I’ve seen people in unexpected situations before but he’s in the all time top five. I am really hoping for the return of button-up blouses to women’s fashions

I have never liked being called a geek, a techie or any similar terms. I don’t fear sunlight or girls. I am (semi) athletic and other than wearing glasses don’t look like a nerd. I ‘m interested in a lot more things than the latest role playing game or science fiction program on television. I don’t smoke but I like to go to clubs and hang out at bars and in the summer I get a killer tan. I am good with computers but I also play softball, volleyball and occasionally basketball. I’m not [insert name of your favorite male porno star here] but I’ not [insert name of your favorite limp-dick here] either. There seems to be a perception that people who understand computers are socially inept nerds. That?s the same attitude as assuming someone who’s physically attractive is stupid. It may be a common misconception, but it’s still a put down. Its amazing the different vibes that I get from people who I meet in bars versus people I meet in technical settings.

End of rant.

I just spent the last 2 hours upgrading the MySQL database that hosts one of my California Girls websites. What should have been a simple in place upgrade to fix a couple of potential security exploits turned out to be a nightmare. I’ve done this type of upgrade many times without any problems but today, for some reason, the upgrade reset all of the permissions to the default. (I did not find this out until later, of course.) I had a backup from an hour before it’s never a good idea to restore a backup from an older version on to a newer version. So I spent the what seemed like for ever, but, was really only about 90 minutes, comparing files and database dumps to find out what was changed that should not have been. Ultimately, I just needed to restore two tables but which took les than a minute once I determined what I needed to do. Hosting your own web site is not for the faint of heart. It’s fine if all you serve are pictures of the children, but anything more can be problematical. I try to only take the server down after midnight and keep the outages to less than 5-minutes but that was definitely not the case today. It’s not like the world will come to an end or anything but some citizens in the online community that post there will definitely have noticed the downtime.

Server setup and configuration is one area where California Girl and I don’t quite agree. She freely acknowledges that she’s a user and doesn?t know much about the inner workings of web applications and their underlying software but thinks that since I write software applications for a living, things should be 100% trouble free. She’ll wake up in the morning, check her e-mail, find out that the site was down and ask what the problem was. I’ll explain to her what happened then she’ll ask why it took so long to get things fixed if I had a backup. I’ll explain things in a little more depth, but she’ll think I’m just repeating myself. That will be the end of the conversation. She still won’t be satisfied but won’t think its worth discussing any further.

I wonder what my kids will think when they figure out why their mother and I spend so much time in the bedroom with the door shut. They know that we take showers together but I don’t think they think much about that since they would take baths together when they were younger. If my parents spent any adult time, it was carefully hidden from us. I can’t recall any time growing up when they both “disappeared” for a while. Not in the morning, not in the evening and definitely not on vacation. In fact, when we used to take family vacations, we all slept in one room (with two queen size beds and a roll way). Our vacations are a different story. If we’re not having frequent sex its like it doesn?t even count as being on vacation. We usually stay in town and just enjoy being away from work. If we go anywhere it’s generally just for the day. This past Christmas vacation, we seldom got out of bed before noon. I don’t keep track of such things but I’d venture to say we had sex at least 40 times over the 18 days that we were off. I’m sure that after December 25th, the kids were too busy playing with their Christmas presents to notice, but, the week beforehand probably registered in their subconscious minds. Our time away from the kids is more noticeable during vacation since neither of us has any reason to get up and we are both very relaxed and well rested. Years ago, they would occasionally knock on the door and asked if we were jumping on the bed. (I think they were mad that we got to bounce on the bed but they couldn?t.) Recently, they haven’t noticed or been brave enough to ask any questions. It might be a subject of conversation sometime in the future when they are grown, but, (mercifully) it has not been a topic for their teenage years.