Sometimes I wonder how far I would go for Phillip. I am doing so much for him already. Not for him really, for me, so that I can see that Phillip likes me that way and is pleased and excited and aroused because of me, just me. This makes me happy. So I do all - to be his best fuck. I share our bed with other girls. I watch him fuck them and then I lick his cum from his cock. I love his smile when he watches me with another girl. I'll fuck one of his buddies next. I would to the Austrian soccer team for him - if he asked (and if they cared for me).

In the past I was always an equal partner at sex, or even a little dominant, choosing who I wanted. Now I will gladly serve him sexually if he asks for it: oh, tie me over the kitchen table. Oh, send me out to bring you a woman to fuck. Oh, take me in any way you want. In any. Just take me.

Joerg came into Helene's mouth as soon as she had taken him in - and both were so perplexed about how fast it happened that he looked beaten for a moment and she almost choked, and spit it out. The reason why it came to this was that all of us four in the Jacuzzi on Thursday night were unusually excited when we gave ourselves over to the bubbles to gently massage our sensuous bodies. It must have been the Föhn, our warm local wind who melts the snow and sometimes the hearts.

It happened after the bath, actually, and after we had toweled each other down and sat on Elsie and Joerg's bed in paradisaical nakedness and drank some heavenly Italian red, and started to horse around a little. All our hands were on Joerg suddenly and then Helene seems to have bent down with sheer lust and took him into her mouth, and so it happened.

I took Helene home later, and Phillip was still up, and we drank some more wine, (it was rather too much according to my Saturday morning head when I woke up). Phillip had cum inside Helene (actually inside a condom which accompanied him there to be on the safe side), and then he asked her to give me some oral pleasure. And he watched us with such a wonderful smile. And his smile made me cum ever so hard. And then we slept - happy and relaxed.

The MFM is called off for this week - because of a cold. I was not informed if it was in the head or if it rather affected the other guy's feet. So it's Jacuzzi tonight - which is nice, too. Certainly something for Sister Hyde to calm down a little in the bubbly warm water ....

Masturbation Tuesday - and I shout my lust at the falling snow before my window, which won't stop whitening my garden full of spring flowers. I touched myself half in my sleep; I was still surrounded by these wonderfully shaped men, and their touches were like feathers. Someone had told me they were angels, and I had asked almost in despair if it wasn't a sin to make angels cum with hands and mouth, but I had been told that also angels were just human, and at the time I had been content with the answer. But obviously my dream foreshadows this week's events.

The weekend with Phillip's parents wasn't so bad after all, although Phillip is not really himself when he is with them - flesh of his mother's flesh. She would still kill or die for him, and from her words I guessed that she thought I showed far too little admiration for my husband. Far far less that she - this is a fact.

I had told Phillip before that when he wanted to fuck me again in the narrow bed of his juvenile masturbative lust, I would not be quiet but shout again when he made me cum, and so he rather didn't, but fell asleep within minutes. Mother could have heard.

Angelika will begin doing some work for Phillip's paper from the beginning of May. Phillip had asked the Editor, and I had thanked him for his generosity towards "our" daughter at the dinner party, right after he had taken his hand from between my legs and his fingers were still wet. Angelika will live in Phillip's little flat in town and so she will be close to us and yet independent enough to find her own ways.

Thanks, Snork, for your advice, I will think of it when the moment is here. Yes, depotguy, something deeply desires to be fed lately - my darker Sister Hyde side is stirring more violently nowadays than in the last few months, and I can't help giving in to her now and then.

Two days ago spring began, yesterday it was the ugliest day of this year with strong winds and snow, so that all my lovely flowers are dressed in white and shiver with subzero temperatures. Today my period arrived - Aunt Rosie Red is visiting, as a former neighbour euphemistically used to say about her daughters - only so much about non-pregnancy today.

For the Easter weekend we'll see Phillip's parents, the first time since we're married. I wonder if his mother is placated meanwhile and got used to the thought of poor me being part of her prodigious son's life and not somebody more meaningful. We'll see. What I am looking forward to is seeing Angelika again, my step-daughter. I just hope she won't start calling me Mommy.

"I hope they can turn off the competitiveness and both focus on you." You're so right Snork - that is what is worrying me, too. The last and only time I was with two guys - basically against my will (I wrote about it in my blog) - it turned rather violent, bordering on , because they had to prove each other so much. But then I think: Not Phillip. And I hope I am right - but I am far from certain.

I told Phillip about Anton. He wanted to know e v e r y t h i n g and almost me in his boundless lust. I just say: MEN. Who will ever understand them? And then Phillip said that our MFM we have spoken about before could take place as early as next week, if I still cared for it. His easter present so to speak, and I would be the bunny. Obviously I wanted to know the identity of Mr. 2. It's someone Phillip does sports with, mainly squash and badminton, or a game of volleyball now and then.

Of course I asked myself how this was organized. I guess Phillip did not just ask his buddy: "Care to fuck my wife?" Or at least I hope he didn't. Are they so close that they discuss such things, do they discuss me? Have they done women together before? Just the two, or the whole team? But these were all questions I didn't ask.

I thought you would sense that I didn't tell all about the weekend. I was afraid it would look awkward, but after all: who cares?

So what happened was this: there is a colleague in the English department who I think very highly of. Still I have not mentioned him before in my blog, and maybe I will never again. His name is Anton, he is 57, married, with children who have already left his house, and all in all he is pretty unremarkable. But he seems to like me a lot and he is very loyal, and helpful. It's the kind of person you meet and talk to daily, but only seldom something personal, a little joke maybe, or some gossip about the school, but - unlike me - he is never spiteful or plain nasty. But he feels when someone needs his help, and then invariable has time, also for me.

On Saturday evening when things like Shitty and Rosie's pep talks became too much for me and when later everyone turned rather hysterical with alcohol and whatever, the two of us were standing outside the house and then decided on some little walk. To make a longer story short: we landed in his room and I had sex with him. It was clear from the beginning that this was neither an affair nor would there be a big change of it ever being repeated - it was just the way this moment was structured and we felt close - actually something which was not so uncommon with me in the past.

What happened was not really remarkable, either. I very soon noticed that he was a little anxious that his seldom used cock would not duly respond. But when I took him into my mouth, there was surprising growth, and then he asked me, no he begged me - after inquiring nicely if I did this - to be allowed to cum in my mouth, and lick me afterwards. Because in all his life - decades of marriage and three children - this had never happened before. He didn't take long, and when I swallowed his cum there were tears on his face. And I was sad for him, and about what people do or don't do to each other.

His tongue was not very expert, but I said it was good. And we slept a little side by side. And then we woke up and he got hard again in my hand, and I sat on him and we rode into the sunset together, till we both came. Then we hugged for some time, and then I went to my room to sleep for the rest of the early Sunday morning, and my slumber was sound and dreamless.

Masturbation Tuesday - it is so good to be alive and have a body.

Back from my weekend - tired and with a sun-burnt nose. I look as if I was drinking a little too much with my nose - well maybe I was. It was quite cheerful and even a little wild - when away from home some colleagues can be quite different from what they seem at school. Particularly some of the girls were quite jolly and very much less stand-offish than usual. I guess a surprising number of them got some cock during one or the other night - or then they just behaved as if they had.

The weather was good which as unexpected after the bad forecast, but in the mountains it can easily change. The place we were was not so special, but what would you expect when the school pays for it. During the day there was some free skiing, but in the late afternoon and early evenings some compulsory program. Either there were discussions about the future orientation of our school or some group work which was supposed to improve the cooperation and motivation of the staff.

Principal Shithead tried to be very meaningful with everything he said, and some of the younger staff listened to him reverently, and to our Rosie who stood at his side encouragingly and looking around if everybody was listening in the right spirit. We mainly wondered if she lowered herself as much as fucking the old sod. No-one who knows him would have wondered - many think it's the only loyalty he recognizes.

After the official part we were usually so tired that we just drank a lot and talked silly. Some were even dancing while others sat around and watched. When I had enough I went to sleep, it was always late but fortunately I had applied for a single room before so I slept quite well once I was safely tucked in.

And tomorrow it's back to school in a new spirit - according to old Shitty - but I guess the only spirit with some aftereffect is the alcohol which we consumed.