The Greatest Fuck That Almost Never Happened, Pt 1
In 2009 I had an uneventful hotel bar date with a nice “comedy writer type” guy. I was preoccupied with other cock and didn’t really give him a fair shot. I didn’t let him kiss me goodnight and I blew someone else 20 minutes later. I forgot all about him until he was on my TV two years ago. I didn’t think much of it other than “oh, that guy”.
A year ago we reconnected on Twitter and that lead to a bar down the hill from his place. I like to relive mediocre dates because it’s usually awkward and/or interesting. Immediately there was more attraction than I remember, but I still wasn’t dripping. As we talked more I started to feel differently. He was more direct and dirty than I remembered.
He invited me to his place and despite not yet being in an open relationship I got in his car. 10 minutes later we were watching gay porn and he was unzipping his pants and putting his cock in my mouth.
I was reluctant to take my pants off because I was trying to be a good wife; which I am not in any sense of the word. Somehow I kept him away from my pussy and took his load to my tits.
Fast forward a month and I make him take me to dinner because apparently I don’t do that enough with my husband. He plays along and a few weak drinks later we went back to his empty office. He started rubbing my pussy through my panties and slipped his fingers in. Fuck. This was going to be problematic for my marriage and his work couch.
After a sloppy, spitty blow job and 69ing we caught our breath. The regret started immediately, nothing to do with my marriage of course, but the fact I wrote him off after the first date.
My pussy throbbed for two days straight but when he offered to see me again, I kept flaking out. He makes me nervous. Fuck. I could get addicted to his hands and he kind of makes me never want to fuck my husband again. I masturbate thinking of him and send him photos of my pussy with my fingers slipping in.
But I let the flirting continue and since there was always talk of how he wanted to make me squirt I decided to let him try again.
I went out for drinks with some other guy to warm myself up and made my way to house. One minute we were talking and the next he was splashing my face and I was sitting in a puddle on his couch. He made me squirt in less than a minute. I sat in disbelief and he grabbed my hand and took me into his bedroom where he made me squirt again all over his floor. Amazon.com had kindly delivered a tarp to his house but I would only give it a 1 or 2 star rating since his bed was still soaked after several squirting orgasms: #3 (fingers/mouth), #4 (vibrator/fingers), #5 (wtf is happening down there), #6 (cock), #7 (please, I’m going to die) and #8 (heaven is a wonderful place).
I’ve learned an important lesson. I should fuck everyone on the first date.