He was an ok guy, and I’m glad I picked him for the first butt-fuck experience, but I don’t think I am going to see him again. Let’s face it… I need a guy who can fuck me for a LONG time, and I don’t think Greg is the man for the job.
Once again I have been gone for a while, eh? I’m not really sure that I will be writing very much anymore. I’ve been a very busy girl the past couple of months. I met six or seven guys since I wrote last. There I was, at the bowling alley. George was in prime bowling mode – I swear I could have stripped naked and walked down the gutter of the lane and he wouldn’t have noticed. Anyway, he was bowling away, and I slipped off into Mike’s office. Mike was sitting on his couch, fully clothed, except for his magnificent prick sticking out of his fly. I was nude, straddling him, riding that cock and letting him suck and nibble on my tits.
I was coming about every couple of minutes, as usual, and biting my lip to try not to scream, and I heard a creak. I looked around, and Oh My God… there was George! He had walked into Mike’s office and he was just standing there, watching the two of us fucking. I went instantly still and then tried to jump off of Mike’s cock, except that Mike was holding on to me so tightly that I couldn’t get up. There I was, another man’s dick up my pussy, with my husband, a man who never even screwed with the lights on, looking at me with his mouth wide open. I opened my mouth to say something.
That the whole time we went on that long dry spell without sex, he was just trying to get me to go out and screw some more!
But as I babbled, George walked over to me and my fucker. He reached his hand out and I flinched, expecting him to hit me. Imagine my shock, Diary, when what he did was high five Mike! The two of them laughed as they saluted each other. Continue reading “I had another threesome, sort of – and it was hot, hot, HOT!”