We hooked up once over the summer, while his wife was out-of-town, but hadn’t had an opportunity because our work schedules are so similar.2 Before we hooked up initially, we had IMd on yahoo for a couple of years. I’ve been with more than my fair share of married or otherwise attached men and I was not interested in adding yet another to my Book of Dalliances. However, he was very persistent in pursing the affair and happened to catch me on a day when I was horny and willing to ignore that he is married.
I don’t remember much about our first time together except he was even cuter than in his pictures, he loved eating pussy, his package was average, he wore tighty whiteys and that I taught him my favorite position.
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- I’ve got a cold and I’ve been fatigued lately. I’m often exhausted, but cannot sleep more than 2-4 hours at a time. [↩]
- Normally, I would’ve found a way around that, but the sex wasn’t all that good for me so I didn’t feel the need to accommodate him. I’ve had better orgasms from bass vibrations. [↩]
An unexpected and unlikely romance has blossomed with Paul, the dancer I met at the gay bar last weekend. When I dropped him off Sunday morning before work I told him I’d get his number from Dudney, but I didn’t. I enjoyed being with him, but due to his profession I expected him to be a one-night stand.
Monday, I picked up my mom so I could take her to pay the interest on my stuff that she pawned because I didn’t want it getting lost. We stopped at Quiktrip and I ran into Paul there. He waited for me outside the store and then walked me to my car. He was bitching about me not calling him and he asked for my phone number. I gave it to him and he immediately called me. I told him I had stuff I had to do, so he hugged and kissed me, and then I left.
The pawn shop was less than a mile away. We went in and a few minutes later he walked in. He said he was at the store next door and seen my car. He gave me another hug, and asked what my plans were later. I told him I had some errands and stuff and he told me to call him when I was available.
After I finished everything, I went over to Tori’s and spent time with her and the kids. He called me a few times while I was there, but I didn’t hear my phone. Shortly after I noticed the missed calls, he sent me a text message asking me to call him.
Last night when I got home from work, we had company. Tori, Tim1, and Chris2 was partying with Dudney. Chris and Dudney were pretty damn drunk already, and Tori was getting there. They were getting ready to go out to a nearby gay bar that has male dancers. They’ve gone there several times, but I’ve never been there. I was tired after work and didn’t plan to go with them, however, Tori enticed me into going. I hadn’t been out in a couple months, so I figured what the hell.
I didn’t have time to take a shower, but I assumed I wouldn’t end up bringing a man home with me since it was a gay bar, so it would be okay. Chris was so drunk he threw up a couple times before we left. After he was finished, we all loaded up in Tim’s car and headed to the bar. Once we arrived, Tori, Dudney, and I went in immediately, but Tim and Chris stayed outside talking.
Later, we found out Chris was flipping out because he had been making out with Dudney earlier, until he found out Dudney is a man. Right before we went in Tim gave Dudney money to buy us a few rounds of drinks. As soon as we walked in it was apparent it was a gay bar, there were at least five hot guys running around in sexy underwear. One was dancing on the pole, another one was carrying the Jell-o shot tray, and the others were working the crowd.
I was listening to the radio on my way home from work last night and “My Sacrifice” came on. It has been me and Erick’s song for about seven years. Several months ago, he sent me a video clip of him in his car with that song playing on the radio. He was surprised they still play it. I figured I would send him a text message to see how he’s doing since we’re still friends. I told him about the song and he said they still play it there too and it always makes him think about me.
We texted each other for about three hours, during which we talked about several things, including sex (big surprise, right?). I had good intentions, but we ended up reminiscing about our past together. Among other things, he told me I’m more sexually compatible with him that anyone else he’s ever been with and he’d have sex with me anytime, regardless of who he’s dating. We ended up sexting (another big surprise, right?).
When Zane came over we discussed the situation with his future ex-wife. He told me things that I already know: it was his decision to separate and she still hopes they will reconcile. He says there is zero chance they will get back together and he told me not to pay attention to her petty attempts to goad me. He told me he is with exactly who he wants to be with: ME!
There was one thing that has been bugging me since we started dating. He was still wearing his wedding band. He had told me from day one that it was stuck on his finger and that was the only reason he was still wearing it. I had been awaiting the right moment to ask him to let me try to get it off. I finally felt the moment was right and I asked him. He gave me the chance without hesitation.
I took him to the kitchen and poured Dawn dish soap all over his finger and tried to get it off. My nails have gotten pretty long and I had a hard time so I yelled for Dudney to come help me and between the two of us we got it off. It was a huge victory for me and I was surprised by the relief I felt. He was thankful it was off and asked if he could throw it in the fireplace.
After that, we had incredible sex in the shower then the bed, and then we went back to the shower, and then back to my bed. We had sex for hours. We talked about much passion we have for each other and how much we enjoy spending time together. He left some very dark hickeys on my breasts and one on my neck… marking his territory apparently.