Sorry about my absence. I took the weekend and went shopping out of town with the family. Yes, H was there. Yes it was a bit of a nightmare, sleeping arrangements wise. But anyway....
For those who are wanting to know about my Wednesday with Drako, it proved to be very interesting and a true test of friendship.
A little set up here...
A few weeks ago, H sent a set of cock shots to myself and to a friend of ours who lives on the other side of the country. Now, back when we were just dating, H cheated on me with her. And then somehow - don't ask how - I got past it, and she was the second woman I went down on. Then she moved and we lost touch. About two years ago, thanks to Facebook, we got in touch again. Now, she's a very sexual person, as are H & I, so conversations tend to get kinky and steamy.
Now, the day I get the shots - along with a video of him jerking off - I decide to see if anyone else was graced with these photos. Sure enough, in his sent box, there was the email sending them to her. Fuming...and don't ask why - I never claimed feelings had any logic behind them - I asked him if he had sent them to anyone else. He lied and said no. Rather than confront him with the lie, I kept quiet about it. I tried not to let it bother me.
And for awhile, it didn't. But then, the Tuesday before my little rendezvous with Drako, we got into a fight, and he told me he's been brutally honest with me about everything and I was the liar in the relationship. I bit my tongue, but after an HOUR of hearing this self righteous bullshit fall from his lips, I spit out "Well what about the cock shots? You sent them to _______. I KNOW you did." And then I lied - "She told me." He took it in stride. Which should have been the first indication that it wasn't over.
~set up over~ (Psst Amy - you MIGHT NOT want to read this....LOL)
The next day, I go to Drako's in my long peasant skirt with the slit up the side, which, when turned to the back, exposes just below my ass. The perfect skirt for fucking in public, which is what I was hoping would happen on Drako's fire escape. I also had on a little white blouse with SNAPS instead of buttons. Yep, easy access every which way. In my purse was lube, my collar and chain, and my bondage tape. I had BIG plans for that day. I even was hoping to talk him into calling in sick for his shift, which would leave us free to fuck all day and all night.
I got there, walked in and he swept me up in a huge hug and kissed me hungrily on the lips. I smiled because I knew it was going to be a good day. I leaned over to pet the cat and almost fell on my head as he grabbed my hips and thrust his very hard cock against me. As I stood up, he took my hand and led me down to the bedroom, where I dropped my purse and turned to him. He pushed me back on the bed, jumping on top of me.
His hands immediately went to my blouse and ripped it open. The material hadn't even stopped moving and he already had his lips around my right nipple (the uber sensitive one) and was flicking the hard pebble with his tongue. I moaned out loud, revelling in the fact that I didn't have to bite my lip, or stifile myself with a pillow. I arched my back, trying to remove my bra - cuz any woman knows that popping boobs out of cups with underwire in them is NOT the most comfortable thing to do - and he hauled me up to a standing position, reaching under my skirt and pulling off the scrap of material that was passing for a thong. I started to slide my arms out of the blouse, when he stopped me. "Leave it on."
His voice was low, sending shivers through me. I removed the bra without taking the blouse off - a la Jennifer Beals - and dropped it to the floor. I then crawled back on the bed, my breasts free and clear of any obstructions, and my skirt up around my waist. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, which I LOVE because they show his beautiful cock so well, and returned to sucking my nipple. Only this time, his hand wandered down between my legs, stroking my clit. I gasped, my eyes closed, letting myself just enjoy his touch. No thoughts, no cares.
Between his tongue and his fingers, within minutes he had me coming hard. The toes-curling-back-arching-gasping-for-air kind of orgasm that doesn't happen often enough in my life. He lifted his head, planting little kisses up to my neck, and growling in my ear. My heart pounded, and my hand that was trapped between my thigh and his cock moved, caressing him the best I could with limited movement. He stood and removed his boxers. I sat up, reaching for him. I held his hard on, stroking it gently, watching his face as his eyes closed and his breathing became shallow.
I leaned forward, and just gently licked the head with the tip of my tongue. I heard a quick intake of breath, and smiled. I fed him into my hot mouth a little at a time, making sure that I licked every part of him. I reached up to play with his balls - they were heavy and tight. My head bobbed further and further down his shaft until I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I stayed there, holding that position, contracting my throat muscles. I don't know if it did anything special for him, but hey, I gave it a shot.
He pulled out of my mouth, and yanked me to my feet. He turned me around, and pushed me over the bed. Entering me from behind, I yelped as he rammed into my waiting pussy. I was wet, and he slid in easily. It felt so good, like (pardon the pun) coming home again. He fucked me, slowly and hard at first, and then fast and furious. He warned me this was going to be a quick one, but I didn't care. After all, we had all day.
He leaned over me, grabbing my tits and tweaking the nipples. I moaned loudly, as he went faster, hitting just the right spot. "Oh my God...I'm coming." I groaned. As waves of pleasure ran through me, I could feel my come running down the insides of my thighs. I collapsed forward as he continued to pummel me, and I rode that wave as far as I could. When he was ready, he pushed me out of the way and lay down next to me, jacking his cock with one hand, and grabbing my hair with the other. He thrust my head down on his purple head, and I barely had time to adjust before hot jets hit my tongue. I swallowed as fast as I could.
Afterwards, he kissed me. He always does after I swallow, and I think it's one of the sexiest things any guy could ever do. As we lay next to each other, his fingers lazily brushing against my nipples, and my clit beginning to quiver again, we realized that we were famished. He was supposed to cook breakfast, but we were just to eager to get fucking.
(this is where the initial set info comes in)
So he went into the kitchen to start cooking, and I played around on his computer for a bit. When my phone buzzed, I thought nothing of it. It was a message from H. It went along the lines of "So you sent those pics to ____?" and I couldn't figure out where the hell he got that from. So I sent him back one that said "No I didn't."
The long and the short of it is, he confronted our friend about telling me about the shots. Now, she didn't know that I'd said she told me, so she was rather befuddled. I had sent her an alert over Facebook that the shots were coming so she wouldn't be shocked when she opened it. Plus it pissed me off. Granted, she knows what his cock looks like,but still.
I don't want to get into major details, but his privacy has been an issue for awhile now. So he knows I've been checking his email for anything incriminating. But he's had no proof. Until I opened my mouth. Then he had to track it to see if it was true, because he wants to know who he can trust. Um EXCUSE ME? Anyway, she didn't take the hit for me, instead showing him the fb messages where I warned her they were coming. She got incredibly mad at me because I threw her under the bus. And I agree - friends don't do that to one another. But she also knew what state of mind he was in with regards to me checking his email. She knew that it would probably be over if he caught me. Be mad at me for lying about you, but also, if the situation is that dire - take the hit for a friend. God knows in my time I had to take many for others. But she had to do what was right by her. I don't condemn her for that.
It wound up with me alternating between yelling and crying at him over my cell phone, him telling me that our marriage is over at least eight times, and two hours of my time with Drako. When I did manage to get off the phone briefly (twice) I laid on Drako's bed and he just held me, stroking my hair, kissing the back of my neck, and telling me everything was going to be ok, one way or the other. I smiled through my tears - regardless of what's gone on with us, my best friend was back.
I found it incredibly hysterical that I was standing, mostly naked, in my lovers living room yelling at my husband. But that killed the day for us, and I didn't even consider asking him to call in sick for his shift. Instead, we both got dressed, and I dropped him at work. He leaned over to kiss me goodbye, asking if I wanted to hang out for a bit after he changed into his uniform. I told him it was ok, that I really should just get home.
Anyway, the end of the story is I got ONE good fucking out of the day. And fucked over pretty bad.
However, H is still at home. And Drako and I have a raincheck on that day - we will make it up.
Count on it.
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