February 3rd
I got inside from my quick chat with Becca and said, “Shit!” I didn’t want anyone knowing about my hookups, but I guess it was going to happen eventually with someone at some point. I guess it makes sense that it was my neighbor seeing a guy sneak into my apartment. Oh well. I had to work early today so I quickly showered, and went in to work.
I had no plans tonight and Becca had texted me asking when I wanted to drink that wine. I ignored it a bit, knowing she’d pry a little and I tried to find other plans. I had a few Tinder possibilities and I explored those through the day, but ultimately I ended up not liking the guys that I was talking to. I had asked a few of the girls at work if they were going out tonight and I got a bunch of various answers on why they couldn’t.
My shift finished around 6 and I decided I couldn’t just leave her hanging forever. I texted her that I was headed to the gym but I didn’t have any plans tonight, if she wanted to have some wine after I was done. She immediately replied back that she’d love to.
I had a quick workout because I was starving. I asked Becca if she wanted me to bring her any food because I was stopping. She said that she and Eric had just eaten, but that she didn’t mind if I ate while we drank. I picked up a salad and came home, and she was practically for me. As soon as I walked by, she opened her door and walked the final steps with me.
We went inside, I grabbed some glasses and sat them down, she grabbed them and topped them off. We had a really great conversation. I needed it. Lots of laughs, some almost crying talking about my divorce, and then after a few hours, of course, onto sex. She started poking a bit about the young guy she saw last night, and I finally decided I’d answer her. I didn’t spill everything, but she’s the closest thing I have to a non-judgemental friend right now. Becca and Eric are in their mid 30’s, I’d guess she’s 35 and he’s 38. They’re both incredibly fit, attractive, and fun. They both have great jobs and live in this small apartment because they’re what’s called a “DINK” couple and they like to travel and want to retire young. DINK means Dual Income No Kids.
I decided to tell her the truth. Not all of it. Not nearly all of it. But I didn’t lie about last night. I told her that I was horny and I invited him over. That wasn’t good enough, she wanted all the details. So, somehow our conversation made me tell a bit more truth than I had intended, and I told her that from time to time I invite Alex over or I go over to his place and I suck his dick. That’s all we do.
She was shocked, asked what’s in it for me over and over. I told her that I enjoy it so much that sometimes I actually think it IS for me. We talked about this for a bit, I explained why I love doing this, I love the control and I actually love giving blowjobs more than anything else sexually. She immediately asked, “Alex isn’t the only one you’re doing this with is he? You little cougar.”
She gulped down her last few gulps and then continued talking while refilling our glasses. “I’m not judging you at all. Fucking good for you. I support it. No, I encourage it. If you’re having fun after being cooped up for more than half your life, then I say kudos. You suck every dick in town if you want, I fucking love it! Cheers!”
We clinked our glasses together and took a swig.
She leaned down and quietly asked, “Do you want to give Eric a blowjob for me?”
I kind of stared at her, silent, and smiles crept up on both of our faces. I don’t know if she’s being serious. I don’t know if I would. What’s happening?
She continued, “He’s always asking for blowjobs and I fucking hate giving them. I give him one on his birthday and sometimes on our anniversary, and sometimes he’ll get me wasted and I’ll do it, but I legitimately hate doing it. I only do it for him like the bare minimum until he drives me crazy with it again.”
I didn’t answer, I still just looked at her, trying to read her face. Again, I didn’t know how I’d answer, but I needed to formulate one based on whether or not she’s serious. I mean on one hand Eric is super attractive. I won’t pretend that I don’t check him out when I see him. But on the other hand, Becca is sitting RIGHT HERE.
She busted out laughing. I busted out laughing. I don’t know why we were laughing. Perhaps she “got me” in a joke? Who knows.
Immediately, she said, “Let’s go out. I want to go to a club. Do you want to go out?”
I agreed, and told her that I needed to shower first. She went home and changed while I quickly rinsed off and got dressed. She came back over as I was finishing getting ready and stayed in the dining room until I came out. She grabbed us an Uber and we went to a club that I’d never been to. She had been here a few times with some other friends, so she knew it was a good one.
When we got there, we went up to the bar and ordered our drinks. We stood at a table near the dance floor and immediately two guys came up to us. We chatted for a few minutes and neither of us were interested, so she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the floor.
We danced like crazy. It felt great. I really am not into dancing, but she sure was, and it taught me a thing or two. After a few songs, we decided we needed more drinks. I told her I was only halfway done with my last one and that I’d go grab it. She forbade me from doing that – you never leave a drink unattended in a public place. Noted.
We got some more drinks and went out to the smoker’s deck. I don’t smoke and she doesn’t usually either, but she told me she likes to have a smoke when she drinks sometimes. I’m not one to ruin her fun. So we went out and she bummed a cigarette from a guy and then we sat down. A server came out and took drink orders from everyone, and after she finished her smoke, he offered her another.
He was with another guy, Jacob. I can’t remember the other guy’s name. The four of us chatted quite a lot, I was talking to Jacob and Becca was talking to the other guy for the most part. At some point fairly early in, she mentioned she was married and the other guy started putting his focus on other girls around us, but Jacob and I kept talking.
Jacob was pretty well built. You can tell he worked out a decent amount. He was right around 6 feet tall, light skin, light hair and eyes, with a really nice smile. We continued talking and Becca said she was going to run to the restroom. I stayed out there, chatting longer with Jacob. Very suddenly, it was just the two of us.
After a decent amount of time passed and Becca hadn’t returned, I got concerned. I pulled my phone out and saw that she had texted me. “I abandoned you so you could have a good time with Jacob. You’re welcome. Signed, your wingwoman.”
Clever girl. I smirked a bit and asked Jacob if he wanted to dance. He took me up on it, and we went back inside. After a few songs, he asked me if I wanted to get out of here, and I agreed. He popped open the Uber app and we then went outside and got in the car just a minute later, on the way to his place.
We didn’t really chat much on the way to his place. Luckily it was only a 10 minute ride. When we got there he offered me a beer and I took him up on it. He came back, I was on the couch, and he sat them on the coffee table and sat right next to me. He leaned in and kissed me, and I kissed back, swirling our tongues together. He quickly cupped one of my breasts while we continued kissing, and then he slid his hand up my shirt, unhooked my bra, and moved his hand to the front.
Taking a cue, I slid my shirt and bra off and then laid on top of him, kissing him a bit more. I could feel his erection growing in his pants, and I reached down and gave him a few strokes over the top of his jeans. He started thrusting upward into my hand, and after a few more minutes of heavy petting, I asked him if I could suck his dick. He smiled big and said he’d love that, and asked if that’s all I wanted to do tonight, and I said yes. He said that was totally fine by him, and then I unbuttoned his pants, and tried to slide them off but with my weight on top of him it made things awkward.
I got off of him, and he immediately stood up and dropped his pants and underwear. I got down on my knees in front of him, his already rock hard erection at eye level, and I didn’t hesitate to take him into my mouth. He took off his shirt while I started sucking on him, so he was standing there wearing nothing but socks, and I was wearing my (fake) leather pants.
I should have been tipped off right away, but I let it go in one ear and out the other. He said, “yeah, you like that big dick, don’t you?” Look, I’m not about size. I don’t think I’ve really ever described someone’s size to you guys, so you know that as long as it’s somewhere around normal, I don’t typically comment. He was normal, maybe a little bigger than the average guy I’ve been with. He was not huge. It was nice, nearly the “perfect size” but let’s be clear, it wasn’t so far above average that I’d call it “big”.
So, I just moaned and gave an “mmm hmm,” while I continued sucking on him. After another few minutes, he let a moan out and then said, “Yeah, suck that big dick baby. Get that big dick.”
Again, I just sort of continued, thinking “if this is what he needs, all good with me.” He started moaning a bit and I started feeling good, I really enjoyed making him feel this way.
Then, he said the first thing that really should have tipped me off, but I had been drinking and I was so in the moment that I just sort of ignored it. He said, “yeah you like being slutty don’t you baby. Suck my big dick. Fucking suck it.”
I picked up the pace, reading his body’s reactions and started sucking a bit harder. He was silent except for moans, so I got really into it, really enjoying how I was making him feel. Then, out of nowhere he said, “Yeah, suck that big dick you fucking slut.”
In the moment, I sort of didn’t register it. It was one thing to say I was being slutty, but another to just flat out call me a slut. I kept going, hoping that he wouldn’t say it again. Then, he said a few more things. He said things like, “yeah, you like this big dick don’t you, you fucking slut,” and “yeah suck that fucking big dick. You like my big dick filling your slut mouth don’t you, you fucking slut?”
At this point, I had enough of the language. I stopped, looked up at him, and said I didn’t like being disrespected and we are going to stop right now if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. I was almost ready to walk away, but thought maybe he just got carried away in the moment. He had been a complete gentleman all night, this was extremely out of character. He apologized and said he wouldn’t say another word. I was still holding his cock in one hand, very slowly stroking him, and he told me that he watches a lot of porn and he sees them talking like this and thought I’d like it. I told him that he needs to shut up, the only thing I want to hear from him are his moans. He agreed.
I slid him into my mouth again, and I thought to myself that I should just end this now, I should punish him for this, but he immediately started throbbing, within seconds. He was going to cum. I didn’t want to swallow. He didn’t deserve it, so I pulled my mouth off of him and he squirted at me, directly on my chest. He grabbed his cock and stroked some more while he finished squirting it on my chest.
I stood up and went into the bathroom and wiped my chest off with toilet paper and washed my hands. He came in a few seconds later, completely naked (I had a chuckle because he took off his socks) and apologized. He said again that he watches a lot of porn and in the porn he watches, they’re always talking like that and since I just wanted to give him head that he thought I’d like being talked to like that. I walked past him and into the living room, grabbed my bra and put it on. I told him he should never, ever talk to anyone like that, unless they talk about it first.
He agreed, and apologized some more as I was putting my shirt on. He asked if there was anything he could do to make it up to me, he said that he could probably fuck me in 15 minutes if he went down on me first. I told him it wasn’t necessary and I told him that I just needed to get home, because I had to work early. That was a lie, I just wanted to leave.
He followed me to the door, still completely naked, and asked me for my number so we could do this again. I told him this wouldn’t be happening again, and told him he really needs to watch his language if he expects anyone to stick around. He agreed and apologized again, and I left.
I walked a few blocks before finally opening Uber to take me the rest of the way home. I immediately went to bed.
February 4th
I woke up in the morning to a text from Becca, “Wellllllllllllll, how was that handsome guy last night???? I saw you hadn’t came home before I went to bed at 1am so it must have been good.”