"When the weekend comes, skip the ski party, plan a new heating system and spend the rest of your time with the best activity possible, trying to get pregnant" is what a very good friend advises me in his private message. The ski party, alas, is compulsory as one is employed seven days a week 24 hours a day, isn't one? Well, trying to get pregnant is what I do all the time, although not very actively when you know what I mean - I do not measure the temperature or lie on the ground after sex with my legs up the wall. But I would not mind it as a little bonus for the constant diligent fucking we do.

But it's good. This evening when Phillip came home and it was getting dark, we were standing at the window side by side and looking out at the trees in my garden which were bending with the strong wind. First I cosily felt his arm around my shoulders, but then it slid down and stopped on my bum. Next he was behind me and lifted my skirt. I felt his probing hand only shortly, and then he slid into me slow and deep, and we were swaying in time with the trees. It was so good I shouted me lust against the gales, but they were so loud no-one could hear. Only after we had cum and were leaning quietly against the window frame, Helene looked out and waved. Her house is nearest and she can see us - else only hares, and foxes, wild boars and red deer.

I slept badly - there are some nights like that now and then. I turn from side to side, and the thoughts race through my head, and in the darkness of my bedroom everything grows out of proportion and becomes threatening.

Have I done everything for tomorrow's lessons, or did I forget anything, and is it really enough what I offer to my students, is what I can teach them not much too limited? What if the heating really breaks down - the maintenance man said lately he wasn't allowed to repair it anymore, because the cooling fluid was illegal nowadays. And the skiing weekend for all the teachers from Friday on: I'd rather have a rest and ski privately, and not in groups of colleagues under the supervision of our Rosie, whose job I could have taken over. Was I not able to do it and just didn't notice what was in plain view of everybody? One more motivation talk with her, and I will vomit right over the sharp points of her heels. And the old lady with the broken foot with who I had collided while skiing; what if she suddenly died from medical complications? And what if I cannot ever become pregnant?

And when I fell asleep I dreamed of school, of standing in from of a large room of kids and I have completely forgotten what I wanted to tell them, and they say: either I teach them now or undress. And I am so ashamed I am not wearing any clean underwear that I start crying in front of them. But before they crowd me and start tearing off my clothes, I wake up, and I am glad for where I am.

One of these Sundays - with leisurely sex as soon as you wake up, a long breakfast and the Sunday papers, but then with work on end until it gets dark outside and dinner has to be prepared. I made it short today and did a simple Chinese dish. And now it's already over and Monday is threatening on the horizon. As soon as Phillip stops typing downstairs, we'll sit together for an hour and drink coffee and some Schnaps, and have some of the Easter cake I bought on the market yesterday. And we will only decide in bed what end the day is going to take, and there is a big chance it's just a cuddle and then sleep. The evening of an ordinary day. first it is morning and soon it is over. It's nothing special, and yet full of so much.

Friday afternoon and my school week has found an end again. We'll be staying home as the weather is not so stable, but I am glad because like this I can catch up on a number of things. But for a start I am taking it easy, as I am home alone. I have stripped down, taken a shower and just put on a fresh crisp pair of panties, and that is how I have started up the computer. Next to me is a glass of red wine and some special spicy bread - and now the weekend can begin for good. Maybe I am going through some pages of NN-photos or videos, I do it seldom enough. Or I'll tune in into some local erotic chat - I'll see.

Yesterday was Jacuzzi - Joerg's Three Angels again: Proud pregnant Elsie, my neighbour Helene and your humble narrator, and of course Georgie Everhard, as Helene calls him with a laugh - for obvious reasons. He is as proud as Elsie, but almost unbearably so. I have decided that as soon as he is offering to impregnate un-pregnant me because he is such an able stud, even if it is just a joke, I am going to hit him over the head with something really solid. Last night he had the decency to refrain from any such remarks, and I was grateful.

We laughed a lot, and I am quite glad Helene does not fancy Joerg - this will certainly avoid complications. He of course could hardly take his eyes from her attractive body - who would have expected otherwise. Certainly not me - who really enjoyed my tensed-up muscles being relaxed in the bubbly warm liquid.

Of all the little rituals that keep developing now and then, Masturbation Tuesday Morning is the most recent one. Phillip gets off early, and my lessons don't begin before eleven, so I have some time to stay in bed after Phillip has left. And I enjoy the warmth and stretch, or roll into fetal position, or I just lie on my back and let my thoughts and then also my fingers roam.

Although I have quite a power-tool of a vibrator in my bedside table, as well as a little mini-vibrator which can be worn under the clothes while walking about, it's still my fingers which I use most often. Men quite seem to be attracted to tools, or the idea of tools entering their women and giving them lust. Phillip has once brought me a beautiful glass dildo, but it has not even found its way into the bedside table.

I just use my right hand, while the left one rests somewhere on my body, my tummy for example, or my breasts, to add some additional sensation through the skin. I love touching my pubic hair, and gently ruffle it, and then massage my clitoris and feel how I get first moist and then wet. That happens fast. I enjoy the warm wetness on my fingers, and I gently rub my insides, never fast and frantic like I have seen guys do their cocks, but slow and steady. My fingers press against any little resistance my mucous insides may offer, and this pressure makes all my ever receptive nerve ends come alive. And again and again I do it, all my muscles contract so that my fingers find another pleasant little hardness to press against, and on it goes.

And then it comes - a giant wave that in the beginning is only slow and tiny, but gets bigger and bigger and finally washes all over me so that I lose all hold and just have to go with it and often shout against it, and it can be so loud. And before it ebbs off, and it can take some wonderfully long time until it's gone, I take the fingers out of my pussy and put them into my mouth, and I gently suck on them, feel how warm and wet they are and how much they taste of myself - a little sweet they are, and salty like the deep, deep sea.

They I get up and have a long hot shower, towel myself carefully, and then the day can begin - like now when it has begun by typing something into my blog.

On my way home, riding the bus, I suddenly thought: Why not enjoy, why not have fun together with Phillip and Helene, play silly games, putting on the Suzy and Candy show whenever we feel like it. Life is so short. Just think of the victims of storm "Emma" last week - people crushed by trees in cars, also here in Austria, not very far away. Think of people I know dying of cancer, the student who died of a traffic accident in summer. His whole life was before him. Would he have liked Susy and Candy - had he lived and become old enough for such games? I'll go through my old clothes tonight, there ought to be something slutty from yesteryear - and if not I'll get it next weekend. Oh yes, right on, Candy.

"One other thing, I notice the trace of sad envy when you write about Elsie being pregnant". (From a PM I got lately)

There is little I seem to be able to hide from you, my sweet and observant readers, not even my envy of Elsie being proudly pregnant, and, yes, my sadness. I already noticed it with Kueken, and it's the same now, only more so: the radiant pride of the pregnant woman, with her Mona Lisa smile and her regal walk. New life is developing under my heart, and it's me who makes it grow. And the proud father, all smiles, he who shoved his cock into the queen and inseminated her with his fertile sperm, the starting point of new life.

And me - most humble of creatures walking the earth, her womb barren and unwilling to welcome all the cum being brought to its entrance almost daily? I sit in the Jacuzzi with them full of admiration and just hope that one day I will be in Elsie's position, too.

I don't think that there is any danger that Phillip will fall in love with Helene and prefer her to me, although one should never be too sure in a relationship, I know. But Phillip does not get infatuated with a woman only because he can fuck her, it takes certainly more for him than that. He can have so many women if he only wants to, and Helene is, for various reasons, not the kind of girl he will want to share his life with. I have competition, I know, the newsreader who's waiting for him in England for example who is so intent on giving him blowjobs and such kind, but for the time being I am not afraid - even if he cums into Helene with languorous grunts and she readily swallows what he has to offer. I was asked by one of my readers if she wasn't a danger - and: no, I think she is not.

All three of us, however, liked the Suzy and Candy role play a lot, and maybe there is a continuation one of these days. Phillip suggested we might get ourselves some cheap slutty clothes like net stockings with ultra mini skirts and belts and maybe even some blond Marylin type wigs for a laugh. It quite seems to excite him to imagine us like this, there is only one thing he can certainly forget: that I wear it outside the house where there is the danger of meeting someone I know.

When Helene and I came back from town, Phillip was home, and he looked very tired after a hard day's work at the office. So on the whim of a moment I said: "Good evening, Sir, you have asked for two escorts for your pleasure who can also cook; we are Suzy and Candy at your service." (I said it in Austrian, of course)

You should have seen his face light up in an instant - while Helene looked a little surprised, no wonder, but she is a good sport and went along without a moment's hesitation. So we soon undressed down to our panties and uncorked some wine, and for a start we clinked our glasses together and sucked Phillip off nicely, taking turns. I was not surprised that he came into Helene's mouth, it was just too exciting for him - but she only swallowed after she had kissed me on my mouth and passed me some of it.

Then we cooked, and had Phillip's hands all over us; once when cutting some vegetables, he took me from behind, and he did the same with Helene when she bent down and looked in the oven how far the meat was. And all the time we were Suzy and Candy, and corny as hell, and talked like the greatest and silliest of sluts, and laughed our heads of. And then we ate and drank a second bottle of wine, and dropped on our bed and fucked, and Helene didn't bother going home but fell asleep next to us and spent the night in our bed, and just left after breakfast when outside there were heavy rains and even more wind, as all off middle Europe was hit be a winter storm named "Emma" all day today.

Friday again, but no skiing, as the weather has changed and there is some rain. My neighbour Helene and I will go over to Bregenz in the afternoon to do some shopping, see some art, have a good meal and watch a film. She drives us in her car - one of the few things she insisted on keeping after her separation. I have grown to like her a lot since we meet more often - although there is a danger that she becomes too dependent on us as she does not see many other people lately. She says she is tired of repeating the same story over and over, and I can understand that.

Physically we have not have much contact lately - and I enjoy a certain distance. When we meet, or are in town, no-one would ever guess that we have sexual contacts now and then. And she can also eat with Phillip and me and discuss the state of the world or have fun, and nothing would distinguish her from am ordinary good friend.

But then there are days which are different - we are more like strangers then and sexually attracted to each other, and we have sex, not like partners who share a part of their lives, but as if we had just met and couldn't help but enjoy each others bodies.

Phillip is quite fond of her, too, and I think he enjoys that there is someone he can have a threesome with if he wished. We have not done it often, but it's the possibility which is pretty exciting for him it seems. And it leaves so many things open - like what is going to happen when we come back tonight ...