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.