Weekend in the life: wet lips, hard parts, loud coming, blond bush, part 2 of 4

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Part two of Four

“My roommates are sleeping – they are total dicks – we should do this later.”

Sheryl ignored me. She stared into my eyes, expanded her strokes up and down my cock and sucked on my bottom lip. She caught it with a lick as I pulled back to continue whispering my case.

“Why don’t we..”

I forgot what I was going to say – Sheryl interrupted my train of – grabbed my hand and guided it up under her skirt and pressed it against her. Her panties were wet. No, drenched. I pulled her skirt up to look.

She was wearing sheer black panties with some kind of lace pattern – her full blond bush was clearly visible – natural. My fingers slipped around the panties – right into her – it was a bath in there. Her wetness was already all over her lips – the top of her thighs – almost to her ass until I dipped two fingers and painted wet the rest of the way. Wet enough to smoothly pop the tip of my middle finger in back there. Sheryl moaned and “oh-my-godded” – already too loudly.

I was too turned on this point – too much to remember my efforts to keep us quiet. Sheryl scooted her skirt down – removed her sandals – bra – blouse – and slinky wet panties.

“I’ve missed you,” she said as she worked my the fly of my boxers off. She gave me a light kiss with a delicate tip of tongue, and stepped back to my bed. She led me by my dick and arm as she sat back. In one continuous-ish motion, she laid back at the edge, lifted her legs apart, her knees up towards the ceiling, and reeled me in to the spot – slid right into her.

As soon as most of me was in her, I knew there’d be commotion of consequence. I tried to shush and tell her to be quiet. Maybe ten full thrusts and she started coming and announced it.

I gave up trying – let her be her – and fucked her like mad – we fucked hard – and she kept loud and got louder with each of several orgasms – until it happened.

“Oh god, Mike…”

What the fuck. My name’s not Mike.

“What the fuck, ‘Mike’?” I said as I pulled out and stood up – throbbing in pain – stopped dead on the verge of coming brains.

My roommates were up – I could hear one go into our shared bathroom in the hallway. Sheryl tried to correct the name – but it was too late.

She felt horrible and wanted to explain. She’d been seeing a guy – was getting serious with. He wouldn’t know about her trip to see me.

“I really like him but I’m sort of infatuated with you. I wasn’t thinking like it was him  – I think I’m just feeling guilty about this – so he was on my mind that way – just came out – I’m sorry.”
Gets crazier  – stay tuned for part 3 of 4

Isn’t this an erotica blog – what’s with the love poems, where’s the sex? Here it is.

Sex isn’t sexy if there’s just sex and not some other parts of life – perhaps tamer parts for the explicit to interrupt.

Most of my explicit content and erotic stories I save for publishing in the volumes of The Sinner Saint Diary books. I have decided to share some stories on the blog as well – mainly smaller, one offs that don’t really fit into any of the stories chosen for publishing.

Content warning: if you read this blog just for the “philosophical” content and have aversions to sexually explicit stories, click here to read Nineteen Things I’ve Learned About It..

One weekend in my life as a college sophomore.

After a Friday night of partying at a friends fraternity I woke up early to a phone call – it pierced like a shotgun blast through into a near death hangover.

“Hi, Duncan?”

“Yes?”

“I’m hear downstairs – can you buzz me in?”

Fuck! Apparently I’d talked Sheryl into flying out – from Arizona to California. Thanks to the alcohol and half dozen lines, I had no memory of talking her into flying out for the weekend. Knowing myself, it wasn’t hard to guess what was happening.

“Hold on.”

Luckily my roommate had spent the night at his girlfriend’s – as usual. I tried to keep quiet for the two sleeping in the apartment’s other bedroom.

As soon as Sheryl got to my room she started in – removed my robe – kissed and grabbed. This was good – I didn’t have to pretend to remembered inviting her and act happy to see her.

It was around 9am – very early by college “apartment-dorm” standards on a Saturday. This was a problem – Sheryl was wanting to fuck. Fucking wasn’t the problem – the fact that she was the loudest girl i had ever been with was.

I met Sheryl at a summer job while home for the summer. She was a thin, tall, bleach blond sorority girl – dressed expensively and groomed meticulously – tried hard to be materialistic and Greek-cliche, but underneath she was shy, kind and really working hard to fit in with a shallower, more self assured crowd.

 

Sheryl was wearing a dressy skirt and blouse – can’t remember ever seeing her in anything other than a skirt. Her panties were always slinky and sexy – not sure if that was for seeing me or everyday. She had long legs and small perky tits with pronounced nipples longer than pencil erasers. Sheryl was skin-and-bones thin so the small breasts and assertive nipples harmonize beautifully and sufficiently with the rest of her. Her hair was the best – perfectly healthy and straight – long to the middle of her back. She was a natural blond – and by the fullness of her bush – proud of it.

So, Sheryl had gotten on a plane, flown to LAX (Los Angeles airport), taken a Super Shorty five minutes to my place and was dressed to the nines with full makeup – all by 9am… if that wasn’t reason enough to cooperate, her hand reaching down my shorts and fondling my dick was. Or, the hangover hornyness was. Do you get that? Do girls get hungover horny?

For a guy, hungover hornyness is when you wake up semi-hard, still a little drunk from the night before, feeling too brain dead to think, but ready to do anything pleasurable – to ride out the buzz residue and stave off the fully lucid and painful waves of recovery. Hungover sex – better than bacon.

Anyway, I’d only slept with Sheryl a couple times. Once in a hotel and once in my parents/family house while nobody was home. The time in the hotel I stopped much sooner than I would have – was sure there would be complaints if we continued. Very orgasmic girl – she’d come right away and keep coming – and keep vocalizing and moaning loud. It would have been unacceptable if it hadn’t been natural and sincere – if not for Sheryl being shy, appropriate and so prudent otherwise.

End of part one of two

 

That’s right drool

That’s right That’s right
I think you’re drooling
Remembering how you lied?
Said I made a move on you?

I’ve come twice and oozing
Out your sides, over your ass.
You said I’m a stupid man
With family money, probably tiny.

Now you can’t even look pretty,
Dangling taken, rag doll bacon.
Come too much, why frozen limp?
Cock’s makin’ honest bitches.

Cheating 9: Considering Special Features in Defense of Sexual Infidelity

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There we were in Jenny’s backyard gazebo Jacuzzi. Her husband had been in France for over a month – supposedly he was visiting family. A few days before he left they had another big fight and he gave her a black eye. The black eye had almost gone away and I was at jenny’s house getting instructions. She was leaving for Europe to join her husband the next morning, and asked me dog and house sit for a month or so. It helped me too. I needed a place to stay while I looked for a new, more permanent cribtuation.

We were enjoying Jenny’s Jacuzzi one last time before she showed me how to drain it. Our shoulders were touching, my hand was resting on her leg and she had an elbow resting on mine –  she gave my knee a friendly squeeze. I wasn’t going to go any further without her making  a move. Soon her hand found my crotch and I responded – started kissing her. Before we were done with it all – she told me that she hadn’t had sex in a year – with her obese and abusive, albeit rich husband. Jenny was beautiful and had a promising modeling career before a near fatal car accident (courtesy of her previous boyfriend) put her in a coma for weeks and changed the course of her life. Her husband had let himself go – weighed around 300lbs – which isn’t a good weight for a short man who’s an asshole.


Intro
I’ve been planning on posting some arguments in support of infidelity to keep the discussion balanced. Due to feedback from a few readers – that the series has been too harsh or negative about infidelity and those involved in it, I’ve decided that now is the time to begin some cheating-positive posting.

I will keep the confidence of those who shared their thoughts in private – you know who you are and I immensely appreciate your input. I was relieved to hear the feedback – I’ve actually been concerned that this series has not been severe enough – that I’ve been normalizing cheating too much. I’ll probably get readers shaming me for “my glorification” of  cheating after this post, and I’ll be happy to listen to those concerns too.

There are times when infidelity is understandable – where cheating is justified. There are some who’d argue that sleeping with whomever you wish, whenever you want, is always justified. As we’ve discussed throughout the series, more times than not the answer is grey and fuzzy – cheating is often not clearly wrong and not exactly right; however, some cases seem much more understandable than others. Opportunity and special circumstances are among a handful of features that change the equation. And, more abstractly, unique predispositions for monogamy should not be discounted.

Opportunity
Suppose you were Brad Pitt or Emilia Clarke who plays Daenerys Targaryen in the Game of Thrones.

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These two have got hella opportunity; in fact, we could argue that they can practically, and literally, sleep with anyone they wish. Also, because of their profession, they have frequent contact with other extremely attractive people – often while away from home – outside their home countries even.

If I was working with Daenerys Targaryen in some far away country, and one evening after the day’s shooting she came to my trailer and said, “Duncan, do you want to grab a drink and then have really nasty sex in my presidential suite at the Ritz Carlton?” I don’t care how perfect of marriage I had with Jennifer Lopez, I’d sign up for miss Targaryen’s offer and worry about the consequences and moral issues later.

Isn’t there at least one person in the world that you’d betray  your marriage for – especially if the opportunity fell in your lap? I suspect that those who answer no, are probably not having much sex with their partner – probably not interested in sex with anybody.

Few of us have the beauty, job, fame and wealth of those mentioned, but if we have such blessings to a larger degree than the norm – or by some other factor have more than the usual access to highly desirable people, should some extra understanding be afforded – judgement suspended?

Special Circumstances
I opened this post with a story about a friend who cheated on her husband. There were several factors that in combination gave Jenny what I think should be a “special circumstances” exception. Jenny’s husband was physically and emotionally abusive, obese, gone half the time and hadn’t fucked her in over a year. But, Jenny had a young daughter, social standing and financial security. It may be easy for some to blame her for not getting a divorce instead of cheating – they should try going from wealthy to poor, moving into a tiny apartment, disrupting a child’s life and losing half their circle of friends. In certain circumstances, infidelity is practically essential and not so immoral.

Predisposition
Some do not find satisfaction in monogamy. Some argue that most of us have a predisposition for polyamory. When did we begin having monogamous relationships? Was it due to religion, or did we evolve towards monogamy for some  reason more intrinsic or instinctual? If monogamy is a social construct, did some of us evolve into it or have we all been socialized against our instincts?

Only 5% of the 4,000 or so mammal species stick with just one mate. The leading theory is “that males began balancing the need to spread their gene pool against the need to protect their young from being killed by other non-related males.” [Time magazine: What Drove Man to Monogamy: It Wasn’t Love]

If such evolution-logic ever applied, it doesn’t seem relevant today. In more modern times, there may have been other advantages to monogamy – perhaps it has increased the probability that our children succeeded and became able to find a healthy mate, procreate; these days, at least in western culture, even the educated, successful and monogamous couples are reproducing in much smaller numbers than those who are not restricting themselves to a traditional nuclear family arrangement. Perhaps monogamy has put certain types of people on a path to extinction?

If we’re not ready to condemn monogamy as completely antithetical to survival, should society at least be more accommodating of polyamorous inclinations or lifestyle choices? In western culture, we’ve reached an age that celebrates individual choices and defends minority dispositions. We accept – even fight to protect, alternative sexual preferences: gay, bisexual, and others. We even appreciate a person’s gender inclinations, and frown upon those who’d deny a person the gender identity they feel most comfortable with. But a nice young bride who’s natural inclination is to get fucked by a good variety of men  enjoys no such institutional support or defense. Even if she’s outstanding and traditional in every other way,  we’ve got issues with polyamory. Even if both partners are on bored with a poly-amorous marriage, it’s not even close to being something they can be open about and expect  social acceptance on par with LGBT sympathies.

Because of societies harsh attitude towards polyamory, it isn’t surprising that many who are compelled, or even predisposed to have sex outside their marriage, choose to keep it secret. When we hear of someone cheating, we jump to negative assumptions: there must be something terribly wrong with their marriage – or something fundamentally wrong with them or their spouse. How many of us cheat even though our marriage is fine and our spouse is as good as they come, because, we just aren’t satisfied with monogamy?

If, as a society, we’re not going to support and condone polyamorous behavior, to what degree should we at least suspend our judgement of those who cheat out of fundamental need for variety?  With all of today’s social progress,  there’s an undo lack of support for those who only cheat because they can’t follow their preference openly, without being ostracized. How many of us would opt out of monogamy if there was no cultural shame in doing so, and, no risk of losing other, perhaps more traditional, aspects of our lives?

For a more informed and in-depth perspective on polyamory, I highly recommend reading  A.C. Anderson’s essay and blog here Essay: Monogamy Unnatural?


Cheating Series:

Cheating 9: The Other Side of The Sex Coin, in Defense of Those Who Partake

Cheating 8: Is it Really Sex or affection we Want or is Cheating a Settlement?

Cheating: Issues, Questions & Implications of shifting attitudes towards marital infidelity.

Cheating Part II: How much flirtation is healthy and when does it become infidelity?

Cheating III: Sex in Head, Mental Infidelity

Cheating IV: Anatomy of Infidelity

Cheating Part V: Loopholes, Free Zones and Grey Areas.

Cheating VII: Time Warp Infidelity – Sex After or Before the Relationship?

Cheating 7: When You Stumble Upon Much Better Sex Outside Your Relationship

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Cheating 8: Is it Really Sex or affection we Want or is Cheating a Settlement?

A lot has been written about how men cheat for the sex and affairs for women tend to be more emotional. As often, people talk about how cheating is often a replacement for something that a person is not getting from their marriage or spouse. How often is it more, and less than that that? Do we ever cheat as a settlement for something unrelated to our marriage or significant other, something greater we wanted?

How great can the greatest sex be? The greatest I can imagine, is only a matter of moments, an hour, a day, a memory. What is that compared to the most significant aspects of a life? Life long friendships, parents, children, success, fame, meaning, a purpose, adoration, safety, hope, admiration, or reconciliation, and other things, may be bigger, last longer – and in whatever way, be more significant to our lifetimes, than a fuck or affair.

This is not to say that sexual desire and emotional care are not significant needs. If a good fuck or some romance is truly all that’s needed, and some kind of affair can answer a painful deficiency of such things- cure long term anxiety, then great – we’ve likely found our solution. If we’re going to go that far and take such risks – throw down and lay down the chips, let’s be raw freaking honest about why were doing it, and make sure that infidelity is merely a supplement to what we’re missing in our relationship, and not a substitute for something else more profound; something,  that with our cheating, we’re choosing to give up on. A settlement.  A consolation. A forfeiture

Is it brave to venture outside the relationship if it is in  lieu of something we truly want – that’s actually the cause of the void?  Granted, there are things that have no recourse. If we lose a child, no amount of bravery or honesty with self is going to fill that void, hopefully there’s enough sex and medication to get us through such devastation.

But, shouldn’t the question be asked? If we’re ready to put our most significant relationship on the line – do something so bold, we might as well do just that – and make sure that having an affair isn’t a diversion to something more fundamental we need –  something we don’t think we can obtain or manage -something that takes even more audacity to confront.

If it’s romance and fucking we’re truly needing, then I say we make damn sure what we go after is good; However, no matter how good it is, if we’re doing it as a cop out, do we not fail ourselves and risk harming others for not?



Cheating Series:

Cheating 8: Is it Really Sex or affection we Want or is Cheating a Settlement?

Cheating: Issues, Questions & Implications of shifting attitudes towards marital infidelity.

Cheating Part II: How much flirtation is healthy and when does it become infidelity?

Cheating III: Sex in Head, Mental Infidelity

Cheating IV: Anatomy of Infidelity

Cheating Part V: Loopholes, Free Zones and Grey Areas.

Cheating VII: Time Warp Infidelity – Sex After or Before the Relationship?

Cheating 7: When You Stumble Upon Much Better Sex Outside Your Relationship

 

Loose Page Fell out of Diary – No Date On it – So Placing Here.

Infidelity is like one of those people you meet  – who breaks the molds of anyone you’ve known before – so you’re not quite sure about them at first. They’re either really smart and playing it brilliant, or real dense and not getting it at all – when you first meet them, you can’t tell which. If smart, wouldn’t it mean they’re deceptive as well? How else could someone so smart leave it to anyone’s guess as to whether they’re a dunce or clever – to be pitied or feared. Sometimes you draw when you could have laid down – to avoid the risk when it’s not certain if they’re bluffing. Maybe they don’t even see their own hand, but what if it’s you who’s missing what game they’re playing?

Does the cheater do it only for the power? It’s a dark truth, if we cheat, we grab the power – it’s an entirely unjust acquisition. Now we control what both sides know. Now the truth is ours to administer upon the others,  control them with. We are the gatekeepers of truth about all the stuff we’re doing, and all the stuff our lovers will, or will not be knowing.

And it’s bad, dreadful, drastic – to be on the cheated side, but even worse for the accessory to the cheating., When we’re the other – the cheater’s lie, we indirectly undermine our lover’s spouse – standing by as the cheater lies to a person who doesn’t even know we exist – let alone ever done us any harm. The guilt can weigh heavy and such choices make very little room for sympathy.

When serious people defy what they know is right, it’s a bloodbath inside. Fighting oneself is always a losing battle.The strongest are capable of doing the most damage – especially to themselves if that’s who they end up at odds with.

But it’s a fool’s errand, to own-to-death so much guilt about a situation where you’re just the other, the farthest from center – the least in the know – and cheapest for getting into a situation where you’ve got the least of anyone to gain.

The cheater always wins, unless, and until, they lose someone and get their own heart broken.

 

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Cheating 7: When You Stumble Upon Much Better Sex Outside Your Relationship

Big thanks goes to Magenta for suggestion this  topic. Magenta has a great blog at https://magentaandme.wordpress.com/ – she’s hot too which is bonus.

The situation is not an uncommon – an unanticipated consequence and dilemma for some who planned to just have a one time fling. If we’re going to stray, most of us probably hope it’s good – good enough to be worth the effort and risk at least. But, how many consider what happens if it’s too good? Or, if sex with your significant other seems too bad, in comparison, after? This is no joke – not a far-fetched hypothetical to stir up a topic -this facacta happens. I’ve seen a handful of people run into problems like this: I watched some friends of mine go through the following. Tragically.

Sherry and Doug were yet another couple who got married too soon. They met the first semester of their freshman year, and have been together since. Soon after they graduated they got married, and after five or so years of marriage, what had seemed like a problem free marriage, began changing. Most of us who knew them – envied how united and strong their relationship was – figured they must be one of those few lucky couples who found their soul mate right away and would live happily ever after.

Well, those who have lived a while, know that what we see of people from the outside can be much different than what’s really happening on their inside – no marriages are perfect. As we live, we learn to find things that appear perfect, particularly suspect. Doug and Sherry did have a good relationship, but it was far from perfect – and both had been suppressing resentments. They didn’t want to be a couple with problems – perhaps thought they could ignore their problems away.

People talk about a “seven year itch” that affects some marriages, where after seven years happiness begins to decline and couples get restless. The original seven year itch was literally an skin itch that  would persist for seven years. The modern connotations comes from a move by Marilyn Monroe call “The seven Year Itch.” (this movie, was also where the famous shot came from – of wind blowing Monroe’s skirt up). Anyway, the film suggested that after seven years, men will begin wanting to stray. The movie premiered forever ago; the west has seen the liberation of women since then – so, now, girls too can come down with such an affliction.

I digress.

If you include the four years Doug and Sherry dated in college, they had been together for nine years when things started to look less rosy, and two after that, utter marital catastrophe.

Things got worse. Doug and Sherry would bicker and argue in front of us friends.  Sherry and my girlfriend were long-time friends, and Sherry would confide in her about Doug’s lack of engagement. She’d complain about how infrequent sex was becoming. They’d gone from a few times a week, to once a week, to every couple weeks – supposedly it had been a few months by the time a bunch of us friends went to Puerto Vallarta. Most of our close group of friends went, accept for Doug.

Doug was intent on some golf trip he had planned with his buddies. He opted-in a day or two before the Mexico trip was proposed. He stubbornly refused to back out and come with us to Mexico. Everybody tried to persuade him, especially Sherry – they were fighting for months about it. So, by the time Sherry had arrived in Puerto Vallarta, she’d gone months without sex, been fighting constantly with her husband, and the only one there without her significant other. Let me remind you, this is Fucking Peurto Vallarta we’re talking about, not Tijuana.

It started right away – the first night. We all started drinking by the pool as soon as we arrived. Three guys joined us early on in the evening -two brothers and their friend who owned the time-share. They were from Los Angeles too,  and staying at the same resort, so made some connection – sort of fused groups.

The third guy, the friend,  was a former college baseball player, and good looking – prototypical stud basically. Sherry, being without her other half, was talking to this guy –  by his side all evening. The two of them went off radar around ten o’clock, and we didn’t see her again until morning. Sherry initially told us they were just having a really intense conversation – but actually, the guy fucked her practically all night long. According to all the girls who heard details, the guy was a veritable superstar in bed. Sex with him was  “a life changing experience,” Sherry told my girlfriend.

We were staying all week – Sherry’s fuck machine for three more days.  Sherry was with him every night, all night, until he left. From all accounts, the two spent a ridiculous amount of the time fucking brains – having life changing orgasms and what not.

Here’s where we get to the point, I hope: I am almost certain Sherry didn’t plan to cheat on her husband.  She was very attracted to the  guy – awestruck almost, but going into it I don’t think she had any intention of wrecking or leaving her marriage. The guy was a hot stud and I’m sure she made the call that fucking him, was worth it, and that’s it. Her husband was thousands of miles away, might never know, and she’d have a little revenge as a bonus.

Whatever her true motives were, Sherry couldn’t leave it in Mexico. She wanted to work on her marriage and put super-stud behind her, but in the end couldn’t resist him. It was unfortunate that he lived in the same city – she couldn’t stop. Doug finally found out (not everything) and gave her an ultimatum – never see the guy again or lose her marriage. Sherry  promised Doug she’d never see the guy again, but Doug GPS’d her car and confronted her at the guys house a couple weeks later. He divorced her and that was the end of Doug and Sherry.

What can we learn from this story? That baseball players can fuck like the god of Viagra? Perhaps that Puerto Vallarta is the best place to find life changing sex? Ass sex even?  Yes, apparently she did that too. Whatever went on, she was “sore” in her lady-parts the rest of the week after he left).

There are many obvious things that might go wrong if we cheat- but how many think about what if the other person is too hot and the sex way too good? Perhaps one of the most unexpected problems is one of the more likely things to go wrong?

What are your thoughts. What would you do if in Sherry’s position? Have you been in a position where someone other than your significant other rocks your world much better than your spouse can? Did it cause problems? Even with swingers, couldn’t there be problems  when another person can take a person way beyond where their spouse is able to?


Cheating Series:

Cheating: Issues, Questions & Implications of shifting attitudes towards marital infidelity.

Cheating Part II: How much flirtation is healthy and when does it become infidelity?

Cheating III: Sex in Head, Mental Infidelity

Cheating IV: Anatomy of Infidelity

Cheating Part V: Loopholes, Free Zones and Grey Areas.

Cheating VII: Time Warp Infidelity – Sex After or Before the Relationship?

Cheating 7: When You Stumble Upon Much Better Sex Outside Your Relationship