Event Friend

Why the fuck would I be worried about him?  I’ll cuck him with or without his knowledge.  If you want to spare him that pain, then figure out how to manage it and mitigate the risks.

Is it really a threesome if he watches and just fucks you after I'm done? I guess.

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Separated; a COVID affair

Last year, I met a woman who (to this day) is going through a divorce. We met on a dating app, since she was feeling bored and lonely with time on her hands. My profile leaves no questions as to what I'm all about, so it does a good job weeding out unnecessary matches and interests. It's funny the way women will reach out to me. They fall into three buckets.

1 - They are blunt about their interests and the heavy-handed flirting kicks off right away.

2 - They match and talk to me like I'm any other guy, perhaps conveniently ignoring the darker parts of who I am that I'm pretty upfront about.

3 - They are shy and awkward, trying to find a way to be 1, above, but lacking the resolve or sexual confidence.

My new friend is a 3. Typically 3s are boring as hell because they cannot be honest with themselves. There is this song and dance they expect you to go along with to make them comfortable and oftentimes there is not a payoff because they don't know what to do with the comfort once they have it. I'm all about cultivating that connection and comfort, but I stop putting energy into conversations if I do not get any back.

My 3-Friend broke through that barrier quickly and jumped into being a 1. It was like unleashing a beast that wanted to be let out inside her. Very pretty girl-next-door that got married young to some pathetic dude that did not appreciate what he had. She's still pretty young and without kids, but she ended up getting a boob job since I guess her tits were pretty small before. It brought a spark to the bedroom, but that eventually waned. But where her husband attention dropped off, she was realizing she was getting attention from other guys.

In 2019 she worked a booth at a conference for work. The first night she hit it off with some guy at the hotel bar, let her guard down, and ended up fucking him back in his room. The first night was a shock to her as she said she felt an immense amount of shame walking back to her room. She thought it was a one-time and one-off thing and struggled with both feeling incredibly guilty and excited. She worked the booth the next day and a different guy was really chatty and flirty with her. He asked her to grab dinner and she went. They ended up in a lounge later that night, making out and fucking in his room. The next day was uneventful, but the fourth night she was relaxing by another bar since her work duties were done. She intentionally ditched her team to just see what kind of flirting was out there without prying eyes. She met a few guys, but she had chemistry with another and fucked him back in his room.

The experience changed her and she realized she needed to live a different life than the one she seemed unhappily stuck in. To this day, she still hasn't admitted much of that to her friends and she only fucked one more local guy before separating in the middle of the pandemic. After breaking down her walls, she very quickly moved to opening up about her experience with me the same night I started talking with her. I first matched with her and it took a few days for us to chat in real-time, but once the spark was there, there was no denying it. She was only a week and a half into not living with her man anymore and she was thrilled to meet someone she could confide in and not judge her. She knows all her friends would judge her or guys would feel threatened by her sluttiness, even if just a few moments in her life.

I let another week go by to make sure she wasn't the psycho type that wanted to quickly and desperately meet and she appreciated the space and time. We sexted regularly and decided to meet for coffee. We clicked quickly and I followed her back to her place. She gave me the tour and it was clear that she wanted to linger in the bedroom. She went to the bathroom and came back out with her rings back on and said that she knew I liked that kink. I just put my hand behind her head and grabbed her hair as I pulled her closer to kiss her. She pretended to resist and played along, telling me she shouldn't be a bad wife. I found her matching bra and panties with freshly shaved pussy, so she came prepared. I ate her pussy slowly and warmed her up for a while. I was hard when I stood above her and she laid down on the bed, legs spread. She saw how big my cock was and tried to hide her reaction. I ran the length of my cock through her pussy lips. She took a bead of my pre-cum and put it in her mouth. I teased her some more, mostly until she couldn't take it and she began to talk dirtier in her lust. I was breathing heavy and she started to kick me with her heels, trying to get her hips closer to me.

I pressed the head of my cock into her pussy and felt the stretch and heard her moan. She was dripping, but so tight on me. I wanted more and I roughly thrust deeper into her. Her intake of breath was sharp between her teeth each time. I fucked her and edged across positions to prevent myself from cumming and felt her waves of an orgasm take over her before my own. She could tell I was edging and told me she wanted me to cum in her. She assured me she was on the pill. I kept the edge going for a while longer, but eventually thrust deep into her while she was bent over, pulling her hair roughly as I came in her. I stayed hard and slowly thrust in her over the course of a few minutes to recover and I began fucking her again.

I ended up spending the night there and we have kept up the affair to this day. I've been a crutch for her to help her get through the divorce. It's great that she doesn't expect anything more from me other than the intermittent companionship and sexual favors.

I love when a woman dresses up and dances for me.  I’m a dancer too, but I like some private attention.

You know cheating was the right choice when you remember how good that leg-shaking, mouth-breathing, primal fucking is.

Those worlds can live completely separate from one another without intersecting. There is no reason for you to give up your passion to fuck other men just because you're a mom or wife.

Boston Trip

Recently I had a work trip to Boston for a week.  I only had business out there for two days, but I stayed an extra day.  There is a sexy Tumblr friend that I met in person a few months ago, from New Hampshire, and she met me in Boston for the duration of my stay.  She is very married (is ok with me posting this as long as it is anonymous) and told her husband that she had training in Boston for the week and it was easier for her to stay there instead of driving in each day.  She obviously didn’t have training for work and took some of the days off to enjoy her time away from husband and two kids.

She met up with me later in the day on the first night and attacked each other in the room.  During our time together, she played dress-up for me and wore a few, various dresses and new lingerie that she picked out while I was at meetings.  It worked to get us hot and bothered for her to send me sexy pictures of herself while I was busy.  She even wore a jeweled buttplug and one night I spent some time working my cock into her ass for the first time.  It was a very sexy time that required patience, but I thoroughly enjoyed the experience.  She was gorgeous and amazingly tight on me, especially as she came when her ass squeezed my cock.  The dirty talk took over and was amazing as she begged me to cum in her ass, which I did.

Overall, it was a great time and a good mini-vacation for my friend from her familial duties.  It was great how the week was so hot, it spilled over into our sexting to one another and planning another trip out there.  Her husband missed her and she fucked him the night she went home, despite feeling sore, but she wouldn’t let him cum in her, because she still wanted to feel owned by me.  To this day, it still makes my cock hard thinking about how he had no clue that his wife’s pussy was used and claimed with loads of my cum.

Great time and great friend.  I love to travel and meet new people!  I can’t wait to go back to Boston!

You know its good when you need to change the sheets to hide a huge wet spot in a number of places so he doesn't find them. Just hope he doesn't see the cum-soaked panties that night.

Updates through COVID

I haven’t been traveling that much and I likely will not be traveling for work through the end of the year.

I have, however, continued to find ways to invest in my sexual vices. It’s not something that is fun to blog about right now, when so many do not have the outlets, but I’ve been encouraged to, so I may.

Since things opened up more in Illinois, starting in May, there have been a number of single FWBs that reached out and wanted to get together again.  I resisted the urge at first, but eventually gave in. I met one and it became two, and the flood gates opened up and I was back on the rotation with single friends and a few married friends. Married friends had to deal with logistical issues if husbands were working from home as well.  It both sucked and was a little exciting to work around those sneaky moments.

At some point, online dating took off. Not so much in the sense of traditional dating or women looking for love, but new women became extremely willing to meet and fuck, now more than ever. The thirst was and still is real. Despite women having to work around husband logistics, there was an uptick in women on here and on cheating sites just wanting to act out in fantasy. A surprising number of “just chats” turned into finding pockets of time for local women to step out and fuck. I’ve also noticed a willingness of single and married women alike to introduce me to their friends, who were in a similar situation as them.

The short of it is that I’ve been having a great time, despite the shitty lockdown. The stress has added a wild element of demand for physical satisfaction. I’ll blog some more, since I’ve been encouraged to by a number of you and a recent married friend I met on here wants me to anonymously write about her.