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A few days after Jeff and I called it quits last month Patrick had called me to let me know that he and his ex-wife were trying to work things out. I didn’t really care. Patrick and I had only been ‘seeing’ each other for about two weeks.

Well, yesterday morning, a few minutes after I woke up there was a knock at my door. It sounded like a Jonathan knock so I was a little scared. I made Dudney answer it. He came to the bathroom and told me it was some guy wearing an exterminator uniform and he asking for me. I told Dudney to find out who it was. He came back and told me it was Patrick.

I was quite surprised. I hadn’t thought about him since about two minutes after he told me he was getting back together with his ex. I invited him in, but I made sure Dudney was in the same room as us.

He was telling me how he couldn’t stop thinking about me and that he had stopped by several times but no one ever answered the door. I was skeptical. I heard a similar song and dance from Jeff a couple weeks prior.

We talked about his ex. He told me they were still trying to work things out, but it wasn’t going very well and that they still hadn’t had sex. He said that the last person he had slept with was me. Ah ha, the true reason for his visit had emerged. The shithead was looking for a piece of ass.

These men have some nerve, I tell you what. I flat out told him that I wasn’t acting out sexually any longer. He used to be a mental health counselor and he knows that I’m bipolar. He automatically jumped to the conclusion that I was in a depressive episode, just because I didn’t fall on my back with my legs in the air.

I told him I needed to take a shower and stuff. I figured he would leave. However, he was still waiting on me when I got out. A few minutes later his phone rang. It was his job, they were wondering where he was. He told me he had to leave.

I walked him to the door and he wanted me to come out on the porch so we would be out of Dudney’s earshot. I acquiesced. He began spitting game. I wasn’t buying it for a second, but I let him think I was. He was telling me how much he wanted me and blah, blah, blah.

I noticed his fly was down and I told him. I’ll be damned if the fucker didn’t whip his cock out on my front porch and start stroking it. WTF?!?

One of my weaknesses is that I like to see a man pleasure himself. After a couple minutes of watching him I became slightly aroused. Damn my hormones. He could tell I was starting to enjoy the show and he invited me to touch it and I’ll be damned if I didn’t do it. I had reached out and touched it before I really even knew what I was doing. Oh well, what’s done is done.
He asked me if he could come back after he was finished working. I told him that he could.

He started sending me naughty text messages as soon as he left. He came back over after he finished work for the day and we fucked like rabbits. Shame on me.