Tuesday again - time flies, and still the weather is nice and spring-like, with flowers coming out all around my garden. When I walk to the bus-stop early in the morning, it is not dark anymore, and the birds sing as if the warm season had started for good. They sing to attract a mate, which is understandable - who isn't?

Life goes on steadily, and only now and then I remember that this is the year I turn 40 - in the middle of May, so I can already count the days how long I am still young. Whatever I feel and however I look - afterwards I will be middle-aged, and then, soon, old. Who cares, you may say, one is as old as one feels - that's true - but I care. It is everything but easy for me to turn 40, I can tell you so much.

The dinner party, as I was asked, was very nice and special, with great food and even greater wines. I could be so proud of Phillip and what was said about him publicly. It was also great to meet his boss, my aging friend, again, and of course he found a pretense to see me alone in his office. I knew where his hands would go and I didn't mind feeling them on me, on the contrary, I would have felt sad if I hadn't felt them. He said with a smile that he so much wished his middle finger was not his longest and firmest limb to slip into me, and we had a little laugh as if it was a joke.

On Sunday we didn't go hiking, because on the one hand we slept much too long in the morning and got hardly out of the bed, and because Phillip had to go to his office because of the Monday edition. But the mountain won't run away and patiently wait until we climb it, and it will be a witness to what we do whenever it is.

Freshly fucked and just in my panties is how I made breakfast this morning, enjoying the warm sun on my skin which came in through the windows. It's spring outside, and the snow bells are out in my garden. Later I put on a lighter dress than ever this year, and off I went to the open air market to get the groceries I need for the weekend's cooking. I bought some special vegetables and cocos milk as I want to do some Thai food - I have a great recipe which isn't too hard and tastes marvelous.

Tonight we'll be at a dinner with the Editor in his house - there don't seem to be too many people there, just a select group of the "young uprising" (see how proud I am), so I will try to look my very best. The little black one might be a good choice, with the gold chain and not much more, giving the impression that I'm wearing so little I could be touched very easily. In case my aging friend feels like it. I'm not only doing this for Phillip - I'm doing it very much for myself, you know me meanwhile.

Tomorrow we will do some hiking - it'll do us good to have some exercise. We'll walk up one of the surrounding hills, which we can see from here. If all goes well, we'll make love at the top. So just let's hope there are not too many neighbors heading that way. Where are you heading?

No skiing this weekend because a number of things must be done and cannot be postponed eternally, like for example some washing and cleaning as well as paying the bills. And there are a few tests in my briefcase that need correcting. So I did this and that all afternoon and now I deserve a little compensation, that's why I am online. Later I will cook some spaghetti and vino - a pleasant ending for a working week and an even more pleasant beginning for some good marital sex I am in for tonight.

Lately Phillip has fantasies again about sharing, not possibly with Helene, our neighbour - he would fancy a younger girl - the all male wish of introducing her to group sex and getting her really involved - so that what we teach her will mark her desires for life. Male fantasies, where do they come from?

I asked innocently why we weren't thinking of a MMF for a change, why not indulge me a little? And to my amazement he just smiled and said I had taken quite long to come up with that wish - this could be done easily and we had better fix a date then. Phillip never ceases to amaze me.

I apologize to all who tried to find me regularly here in the last few days and looked in vain - I didn't feel much like writing, I don't really know why. I just felt I didn't have to contribute much to an erotic internet site when looking at my own life. Over the weekend I was skiing with Phillip, and it was total bliss: from the constant high pressure areas over the whole of central Europe to our life as a newly-wed twosome. There is almost no room at the moment for an indiscreet reader, when you know what I mean.

The rest is work - catching up on all the things which remain undone over the weekend, daily routines, correcting texts, attending meetings. The finals already throw their long shadows over my spare time - in June there will be about 75 oral exams on three days, each lasting 15 minutes. This means 75 conversations maybe about 60 different books, some popular ones being tested more than once. I'm trying to brush up my memory already now.

Sex-wise there is nothing special lately. When I work so much, Sister Hyde usually takes a holiday or a long nap. Phillip and I are close and never get tired of each other - we are a happily married couple, but there is no room for more. Elsie is really pregnant, and I am not. And Joerg is going to be a proud father again, and this time even from his own wife. His ego is close to bursting.

When I asked Elsie about him really being the father, reminding her of what she had said to me, she laughed and said she'd just made fun of me and one should really not be as gullible as I was. But I had seen with my own eyes what she had frantically done with Aldo's cum, so I am unconvinced in spite of her.

It was a great weekend with the girls, sensational weather and a lot of light-hearted fun. Sometimes it's nice to be a little childish for a change, totally oblivious of the world around you, which might be very different. Like the fire in the home for elderly people which might even have made the news a little further away because of the number of people killed. It was just round the corner, and I know people who lost their loved ones.

Then meeting Phillip after a few days - a reunification of minds and bodies. Oh how I physically missed him - oh how good it was to feel him again. I hated myself for wanting to notice how much cum he had ready for me: it was such a lot, so he had not done it with someone in the morning before leaving Vienna to travel back. Cum Watch - my God, how can I only be like that?

Then last night I opened the letter which told me that the elderly lady I collided with while skiing lately is in hospital with a fractured foot and has to be operated on. No-one has put the blame on me openly so far, not no-one has said it wasn't my fault, either. She is 74 and has maybe osteoporosis, she obviously is too frail to look like a culprit - and there were no traces like in a road accident. So I wonder how this is going to end. I really feel bad: for her and because of the whole unpleasant situation.

The weather forecast is brilliant for the weekend, so I have decided to go skiing with the girls again until Sunday. We'll leave directly after school tomorrow, pick up my skiing things at my home and I'll chuck my briefcase with all the work in it into a corner, and off we go. I just wanted to tell you I won't be online for three days.

In an hour I'll go over to Elsie's, together with Helene again. The difference is: Joerg is there again and I guess he will want to brush up his "Three Naked Angels for Joerg" - fantasy. He is so predictable. I'm looking forward to the jets massaging my back, which is still stiffer than I like to admit, and it seems that there are some bruises where it's hard for me to see them - and they're most likely turning into an unattractive yellow-violet soon. I just hope this weekend's skiing will be without any crashes.

The end of a long work day - and all is ready for tomorrow's lessons, so there is time to relax and unwind. Doing my blog here might be my last productive action tonight. Then it's time for bed.

Last night I suddenly felt itchy and joined a local erotic chat to find someone verbal who felt similarly. I called myself Anni and tried to be as unintellectual, plain and funny as I could. Just the way one likes an adventurous, buxom and lonely housewife to be: eager, horny and easy to guide.I know it's not nice to change one's personality when the people on the other side are very likely just themselves. But I think this is not so bad - it's a part of myself too, after all.

I may fake my person a little, but I never fake what I say I do, because I think this would be too dull. I mean: what's the point? There are so many guys who sit in their offices working, and it gives them great pleasure to say how sexy they look and act when they do not even do as much as loosening their ties a little, but just secretly make room in their boxers. I finally found someone who seemed genuine, and his typing was very sexy and erotic. How he could make his keys come alive - I could feel it all through my body: good old cyber sex, which I hadn't enjoyed for long. I had almost forgotten how pleasing it can be - besides the sticky keyboard and the soaking chair, which both required some diligent cleaning afterwards. But I think it was certainly worth it.

I was online already yesterday and intent on adding to my blog, but when I saw there was not even one welcoming comment I was so disappointed that I switched off immediately. This is silly, so here I am back and don't mind at all.

There isn't much to say anyway: Phillip is in Vienna for a few days at a conference, I knew he would do this now and then, and so I am alone and have a lot of time to myself.

Here is what I have just remembered when I thought that there is Jacuzzi again on Thursday and my neighbour Helene will come along, too. After my blog of January 25, I got a private message from a particular good friend in which I found the following: "I'm happy you had a good evening and wondered if in fact Helene did not spend the rest of the night in your bed. It would have been a very pleasant way to end the night for both of you."

OK, I admit I lied when I said what went on after Jacuzzi, and because I have decided not to do this here on NN where there is no use at all doing so, I will tell you what really happened: After the massage, which had been harmless indeed, Helene and I walked home together, but we were both steamed up so much that we did exactly what my online friend intuitively knew.

And I wondered how easy I am to see through by people who read my texts. What I write seems to be so transparent that with a little imagination my reality becomes evident even if I don't mention it. It's a little frightening, but on the other hand: a friend is a friend because he is close and doesn't only notice things which are on the surface, he may even sense things I am not aware of yet. I am glad I have such friends, so thank you so much when you feel you are one of them.

Here I am back, after some wonderful days of skiing in the very best conditions. All went so fast last Friday I couldn't even say good-bye to you before a taxi took me to the train station with all my skiing gear plus two suitcases.

So I am fine and unharmed, no need to be worried, although not unused - Phillip looked to that and I loved it. Almost unharmed, I have to add - because on Wednesday when there were hardly any people and I was skiing down quite an unchallenging slope, I was suddenly hit from behind, my skies were hammered away in a fraction of a second and I was catapulted onto the hard slope, landing on the back of my head and my back. Fortunately I was wearing a helmet, so not much happened, I just felt stiff for a day and my back and neck muscles still feel like wood.

I had collided with an elderly lady in her seventies, it seems that I had skied into her path and she could not react in time. I was sorry for her when she was sitting in the snow and looking confused. Her leg hurt, so she was transported down on a sledge to take an x-ray.

What worried me was that there was only one person to witness what had happened, an elderly man, and he thought that I had hit the woman, because she looked to helpless and frail, so how could she be responsible? His statement made me appear like a juvenile ski rowdy although everything pointed to the fact that she had hit me: she was sitting in the snow a few meters above me, and she had come from the steeper part of the slope. Phillip was before me for once, so he just heard the crash. He was quite pleased when I could move my limbs and get up with not more than a headache.

Tomorrow school begins again, so I better do some work now. I know I may sound ungrateful to most, but one week holidays like this year is way too short to really relax and have a good change from school, it's almost impossible to really get enough distance, so everything will be routine from the very first moment tomorrow. The only thing I can do is looking forward to my spring break in eight weeks - this will be longer, and if all's going well, Phillip and I will enjoy some early summer days somewhere in the south.

Phillip heard Bill Gates speak at the WEF, who outed himself as an optimist as far a the world goes. Who cares - beside his share-holders? Phillip himself sounded optimistic, too - I don't know what he was about to share and hold.

I took Helene along to Jacuzzi; Joerg is still away on a Thursday and so we were an all girls' party again. I thought I owed this to Helene as she is alone at the moment, little Oliver being with her mother. What happened was that she started to tell us about her plight and pretty soon broke down, so that a lot of consolation was necessary from me and Elsie. After she had cried on our shoulders and shared hugs, we gave her a massage - nothing erotic, though, as Elsie has not a bisexual strain like Helene and I, so we just laid her on a massage table, put on some candles, used scented oil and tried to relax her tensed up muscles, which she enjoyed a lot, so that she finally smiled again. Me must have been quite a sexy sight, two naked girls oiling the glowing skin of a third, although it didn't really feel like it. Sexy things are only sexy if there is someone present who finds they are sexy, after all. But it was a good time and we felt that Helene had deserved it. And so Elsie didn't even complain about the very wet kiss that landed on her lips at the end of the evening.