I started on my journey to happiness a few years ago when I turned 49 and realized that my life was probably more than half over. My husband and I had become empty nesters after our son and daughter went off and graduated from college and found jobs so they finally moved out of the house. My husband made a six figure salary, so I did not need to work, though I did spend a few days a week down at the shelter cooking meals.
One day, one of those reality TV talk shows did one about women with an obsession, the desire to find men that were very, very endowed. At first, I giggled at the remarks and explanations that I heard from the women. How could they cheat on their husbands or boyfriends to get someone like that? Anyway, I enjoyed the show and went off to do the laundry or something.
I guess it hit me while I was out shopping later that week, when every man I came across I was looking discretely for evidence at what they were packing. I had done this for a least a dozen men before I realized self-consciously what I had been doing. Yes, several of the women on the show had described their hunts for the perfect cock, and even mentioned going to the grocery store or the Wal-Mart cruising the aisle. Was I becoming such a woman?
For the next week, these thoughts kept creeping into my head. Really. Now I had had my fun while a college coed and the five years after graduation living the single life in Boston. I had slept with about two dozen men over the period, having the normal range of experiences of a young woman growing up in the 1980s.
I met my future husband when his team came in to do a management audit to the firm I worked with, and after about a month, he asked me out for a drink. We dated on and off for about three months, in-between his visits to Boston. One romantic night, after making love for about two hours, we both realized that we were serious with each other. Since his job was on the road and he could live anywhere, he and I agreed to find a larger apartment in Boston and we moved in together. A year later, we got married, and I became pregnant that winter. In three years, we had two kids and I decided to stop working.
We have had a very good love life, when hubby is in town we have sex about three to four times during the work week and four or five times each weekend. We enjoy a normal fantasy life, occasional soft porn videos and dressing up in some role playing, but nothing really kinky. He is five inches long and 2 ½ inches wide, and he really knows how to rub against my clit or drive against my g-spot.
We have never talked about having sex with others, though both of us have voyeur tendencies that we hype at each other when watching a cable movie. Porn is sometimes OK, for the few things you find with some kind of plot.
I figure hubby has probably cheated a few times over our 24 years of marriage, he certainly would have had some opportunities to do so with the business travel that he does. No evidence of any of that, he certainly is careful and discrete if he does. I would be tolerating if I were to find out, since I hate to be a hypocrite.
See, I have never been with another man since I got married. But I have been with a handful of women over the year, and for the last five years have gotten with my best friend almost every Sunday afternoon. Meg does not have the greatest sex life with her husband, probably about average, and her husband has had some problems getting it up due to the heart medications he is taking. So Meg and I get together and climax about a dozen times during our two hour sessions, while her husband or mine is out playing golf or going to see the Red Sox, Bruins or Celtics play.
I told Meg about the talk show, and she giggled so much that it was really hard to get her into the move to make love to her. Her husband was a bit larger than average, just a tad under seven inches, but about half the width of my husband. We both knew it was more about the width and the motion, rather than length. Meg asked me what the largest cock I had ever had, and thinking back to junior year, I recall one that was probably close to eight inches. Meg kept asking questions, and finally I admitted that it did give me a full feeling that night. Meg said that her hubby was the largest, unfortunately, and she spent college with mostly the 3 to 4 inch crowd. We kept laughing and did not cum that much on a rainy Sunday afternoon.
So the next week, every day I found myself thinking about big cocks quite often. Hubby was off to Seattle that week, and that did not help anything. So one evening, I went on our home computer and began surfing. I was familiar with Literotica stories, so I searched the stories for wives who lusted for big cocks. Several of them turned me on, and sitting on a towel, I pulled off my shorts and panties and fingered myself while I read.
Hubby came home from his business trip, and I literally raped him in bed that night. He was home for most of the next week, but then he had a ten day trip to China. I continued my nightly journey through Lit stories. That seemed to offer some help, but eventually I realized I needed more.
I had heard from Meg about Adult Friend Finder, so I created an account and went looking on the site. Thank goodness they let women users do a lot of things that guys cannot on the site. I was able to explore profiles of several men. I did not fill out my profile with much of anything, but I did find that a woman profile attracted men like flowers attract bees. Most of them were short, lewd and definitely not men I would want to talk with, much less sleep with.
That Sunday afternoon, Meg came over to our apartment, and we logged on to AFF together while drinking wine. She had me go to my profile and begin to express what I wanted to find, the perfect cock. I put down that the man's profile needed to have a picture demonstrating any claims to packing eight inches or longer. I told them I would be looking for someone within five miles of Cambridge area of Boston and no further. I also explained that I was looking for a married man to potentially become a friend with benefits situation. I did explain that I could host two or three times a month, provided I found the right (sized) cock. Meg and I were laughing so hard, we did not even go to bed that day.
It did not take long for the emails to come in to my AFF in-box. I opened it up Monday after lunch, and there were 72 emails. And over the next couple hours, I replied to each of them, though most of them were from too far away (California, Hawaii, Singapore?) or their profile did not have pictures. But I grew up with manners, so I did send them a thank you email telling me that they were too far away or to send a picture next time. I had seven profiles of men that sounded a bit promising, and their reply asked them information about themselves.
Tuesday, my in-box had dozens of emails. I started to reply to each email, even though most did not closely met any of my expectations. After about an hour, I then changed my mind to just delete the vulgar and the ones from out of state. I had three promising prospects, and three of the seven from Monday had replied. Two of them were single or divorced, and I told them thanks but no thanks.
Wednesday contained over 50 emails, but I quickly deleted all but five of them to look at their profiles. I also went back into my profile and on the tag line, wrote in LOOKING FOR CAMBRIDGE MASS AREA 8+ MARRIED COCK ONLY!!!
Over the week, I had replies and exchanged emails from some of my prospects, and I was leaning to about three or four of the men. So I decided to meet at a coffee shop about a mile away on Saturday morning, scheduling them at 9 am, 10 am and 11 am to just do a meet and greet and see if we had something in common.
I got to the coffee shop about ten minutes before nine, got a large coffee and found a booth that would allow for discrete conversation. I had told Sam that I would be wearing a blue blouse and he said he would be wearing a Beat Giants shirt. A few minutes after nine, Sam sat down, without any coffee. He was wearing the jersey, but he did not look anything like his profile picture, being about 15 years older.
Sam admitted that he had never actually met anyone from AFF in person, and was pretty nervous. For some reason, maybe being a mother of two kids and organizing PTA events over the years, I took charge. He really had no good explanation for why his profile described a completely differently guy. He was late fifties, a bit overweight, and he really needed a haircut. But I fought through those negative thoughts, thinking that what I was looking for was a skilled swordsman with a hard, long pole.
I had chosen one of those booths with a wrap around bench, so I slid a bit close to Sam in order to check out his equipment. I put my hand on his knee, and with my "I'm really horny" voice, talked to Sam explaining what I was looking for. It generated a rise in his shorts, so I slowly and discretely moved my hand down there. It was hard, but I felt that it was probably about the size of my husband's. Now Sam had a picture of his cock on his AFF profile, so then I asked if that picture was accurate. Sam shrugged his shoulder, and said he found it on a porn site and admitted to being about five inches when he was hard. Besides that, he was not wearing a wedding band, and he also admitted being divorced too. Well, after 35 minutes, I was trying to decide how to get this jerk to leave, so I decided he had asked for everything he deserved, so I firmly but politely told him that he had deceived me greatly, and that we would not be meet again. Sam pleaded for a minute, and I told him that if he did not leave immediately, I would. He was at least a gentleman and did.
Well I sat there thinking what a waste of time that was. My coffee was almost empty, and I had to pee, so I went to the restroom. I washed my hands afterwards, and then got a refill and had about ten minutes before my 10 am appointment.
Carl walked up to the booth, took my hand and shook it. He started off well; a gentleman can overcome some physical defects that Carl had been open to in his emails. See Carl had been a victim of an industrial accident over twenty years ago, with a severe scar across his right side and burns on his arms and legs. Carl was a rugged man, aged 52, weighing about 180 pounds and handsome in his own way. He spoke confidently, as he was a foreman now at work running work crews of men and women. As he spoke, it seemed he completely described himself in his profile. He did love his wife, but she had lost interest in having sex, only making love about twice a month. I really liked what I was hearing. He moved closer to me, and whispered a few things in my ear, and then my heart broke as I smelled the tobacco on his breath.
Well I was always talking about myself, but it seemed that Carl did not listen to what I was saying, as I constantly caught him with a deer in the headlights look when I would ask a question. Needless to say, my analytical mind was adding up the good points on one side of the ledger, and the bad ones on the other side. Well, 80% is not a bad score, is it?
Then we started to talk about our sex fantasies, and I could see immediate evidence that the profile pictures did not do justice to the hard on I could see and feel. Carl appeared to be easily ten inches long and quite thick. To me, he had made his case to not get voted off the island.
I then suggested to Carl that we move discretely to the women's bathroom, and that I would like to inspect his package to confirm that it met my requirements. He seemed surprised by my request, but like good married men, he responded immediately to a woman's command. I went in first, found the restroom empty, and then opened the door and we proceeded into the large handicapped stall.
I put papers down on the toilet seat, pulled my panties down and my skirt upwards to my waist (to give him a view), unbuttoned the buttons on my blouse to reveal a Victoria's Secret skimpy bra, and sat down on the toilet. Carl then unbuttoned his belt, and I reached to unhook and pull his zipper down. His pants fell down below his knees. He started to reach to pull his drawers down, but my hands went to his side and did it for him. There before me was a nice, fat cock that was semi-rigid and was over seven inches long and quite thick. The head was a light purple. Carl reached for his dick, and began to stroke it towards my face. He stepped forward to give me easier access. I began by rubbing his cock slowly down to his balls, and began to beat his meat. Carl probably figured that I was just going to masturbate him until he got nice and hard, and quite honestly, that is what I thought I would just do.
His cock grew in length and a little bit wider, and quite hard and sticking out just rising slightly above horizontal. He was almost eleven inches long, going almost halfway up my arm. I looked up and gave him a compliment. He was looking at my cleavage and could see my pussy sticking out. And I was getting wet and he could smell me. I continued to move my hand up and down his shaft, and then decided I had to taste him. I started to lick around the head, and then Carl suddenly came all over my face. He gave no warning, as if he was unaware of what his body had just did.
I looked up at him, and his eyes had rolled backwards for a moment, as if in a spasm, and then looked directly into my eyes, seeing all his jism all over my face. He immediately lost his cool, and almost started to scream. I asked him to be quiet, and reached for the toilet paper and cleaned the mess on my face. Then I handed him some paper, and he looked at me for a moment, as if he wanted me to clean his cock off too. I went back to drying off my face, and said that the show was nearly over. I began to button up my blouse and then started to lift off the toilet seat, causing Carl to move backwards against the stall door. He just stood there, and I suggested he better pull up his pants. He finally did, and I then reached around him and opened the stall door, and went to the sink to wash my face and hands off. He still stood there at the stall, and then I opened the restroom door and looked out to the hallway, seeing no one, suggested he better step out and go to his bathroom to clean up, and went back into my bathroom.
I cleaned myself up, and came out to the hallway. I went back to the booth, and wondered if Carl was still in the bathroom, or maybe he had left. I certainly was not expecting him cumming like that. It was 10:45, and I had been sitting there for about five minutes. About 10:55, I concluded he had become embarrassed and left. A few days later, I did get an email on AFF from Carl, explaining how embarrassed he really was, and how he felt over powered by my forwardness, and did not want to see me again. WOW.
I got up and decided to get an ice tea and then came back to the booth. About 11:10, I got a text from Bob that he was running late and should be there in ten minutes. At 11:30, he said he should be there shortly. At 11:45, I left the coffee shop.
I got home and called Meg and told her about my adventures. I did not know what Carl's reaction was going to be, but I had high hopes for him at that time, provided that his pre-emptive strike was not the norm. Meg and I shared some laughs, and I told her that I probably needed to do more screening before proceeding to a meet & greet.
Well hubby came home that week, and I only spent a limited amount of time on AFF, mainly deleting most of the emails I got because they did not even try to meet my expectations. I had gotten so close to a large cock, and I still wanted to experience one in my mouth, pussy and ass. So I kept looking for potential candidates. I began to exchange emails with a dozen men who looked sponge worthy.
I started on my journey to happiness a few years ago when I turned 49 and realized that my life was probably more than half over. My husband and I had become empty nesters after our son and daughter went off and graduated from college and found jobs so they finally moved out of the house. My husband made a six figure salary, so I did not need to work, though I did spend a few days a week down at the shelter cooking meals.
One day, one of those reality TV talk shows did one about women with an obsession, the desire to find men that were very, very endowed. At first, I giggled at the remarks and explanations that I heard from the women. How could they cheat on their husbands or boyfriends to get someone like that? Anyway, I enjoyed the show and went off to do the laundry or something.
Afterwards, as described in the previous story, I began my journey looking for that big, hard cock. I tried to meet & greet with three men who responded to my online add, meeting only with two of them. I decided based upon that experience to better screen them in the future.
Meanwhile, my husband with his five inch cock knew how to use it just right on my pussy, clit and in my ass after he came back after almost two weeks in China. And after a week of that, I changed up a little by meeting my best friend Meg when her husband went to a Celtics game on Sunday afternoon.
During the day, I would log on to AFF and check my in-box. Most of the emails were vulgar and clearly they could not even read my tagline, which said LOOKING FOR CAMBRIDGE MASS AREA 8+ MARRIED COCK ONLY!!! I mean, did that guy in Los Angeles really expect me to travel out there to suck his cock? So generally, there were only two or three emails a day that I bothered to open up their profile. I did pay for a subscription that allowed non-paying users to send me emails, opening to find that nugget of a cock that was married and did not have the money to spend for a subscription. After all, I was looking for someone with the right equipment, decent looking, a nice personality and good grooming habits, not someone who I wanted to fall in love with.
This step seemed to open up a few more candidates, as my profile and headline indicated that they could send emails to me. It also doubled the number of emails, again, most of which were either vulgar, not married, not from the Boston area, etc.
For those that seemed promising, I would reply to them via email, having decided to take my time and correspond for a few weeks, taking my time. It was unlike my first experiences; when I selected three guys and scheduled meetings with them. So I had about a dozen guys I was corresponding with, some of whom did not respond everyday (which made sense to me, if they were really married and doing this in secret). I created folders for each of them, and about once a week, I realized I would have to "catch and release" a few of them who did not sound right, or wanted something that I was not looking for.
I had used the friend feature on these dozen guys, so once in a while I would see them online. That gave me an opportunity to chat with them in real time. It also led to some of them being voted off the island.
Most of them kept asking to meet, at least in some public place to get to know each other better. They also wanted to exchange photos, but I decided to go with about ten pictures on my profile that showed off my body, and showed a shot of my head and hair without revealing my face. There was a Playboy-style shots of my ass, pussy, legs and tits that my lover Meg had taken on Sunday afternoon. So I figured I had given them enough information about myself, without putting myself at risk to the general public. I was mainly interested in seeing a well endowed individual, and then moving on from that.
It did get me thinking about how we would get together and what time that might be. For me, with husband traveling twenty days a month, I had complete freedom to plan for such activity. I could even invite Meg as an escort on a Sunday afternoon if need by. I had decided that I would probably not meet them at my apartment, what if things went bad, or if the affair ends, would I really want them to know where I lived? Also, I was calling myself Diane on my profile, to further protect myself. I decided that one of those small hotels near the Harvard campus would be the best place to meet, something that I could afford if the guy could not swing that.
I also realized that I was usually logging on during mid-morning, and I was probably focusing on the guys who worked second or third shifts, and were home and should be sleeping, while their wives were out working. So I made it a point to log in at different times during the day and evening, to provide more opportunities to chat with someone of them, which provided a lot of information on them and me quickly.
During my once a week review of candidates, I began to consider meeting a couple of them for a meet & greet and see if their reality matched their computer personality. The pushy guys were already close to elimination, I was attracted to those who were in it for the long term. So not wanting to be a tease, I suggested to five of them my desire to meet at some coffee shop in the next week, suggesting a Wednesday while hubby was off to Dallas. Three of them clearly could not make that day, and one offered an alternative on Thursday afternoon. So I scheduled meets for three of them for the next week.
Meg and I met Sunday afternoon at my apartment, and she spent most of the time reading the three profiles while I pinched her nipples and finger fucked her lovely pussy. She also looked at the other two candidates who could not meet on Wednesday, and actually thought one of them was the one I needed to fuck. I promised I would contact him for a meet later. I then pulled Meg to my daybed, and ate her out as she fantasized about me meeting one of the three this week, and quickly dragging them off to a hotel room for an afternoon fuck.
Meg was quite satisfied when she got dressed. She kissed me and wished me luck on my mid-week adventures.
I was going to meet Dan at 10 am at one coffee shop in Cambridge. I chose Cambridge because it was easy to get to from my apartment, but far enough away that lessened the chance of me meeting someone I knew, or more important, knew my husband. I was less nervous than the first time I had done this, getting to the coffee shop about five minutes before the appointment, and got myself a drink and was looking for a quiet spot to sit when Dan walked up to me and introduced himself.
Dan and I moved over to a booth, and he sat across from me and we leaned our heads forward so that we could not be overheard, but more so because the place was very noisy. Dan is a charmer, putting me at ease quickly, and I was laughing at his humor. I had seen his pictures, and if they are of him, he clearly was in the ten inch class. Dan had been married seven years to his college sweetheart, and they had two boys aged two and four. His wife had continued working after having the oldest, but after the second one was born, they decided she should stay at home, as the cost of daycare exceeded what she could be making. Dan managed the Asian financial desk at his company, so he worked evenings until 3 am, and it gave him lower six-figure income that they lived comfortably in a northern Boston suburb.
With his wife staying with the kids all the time, plus his job, led to a severe reduction in his sex life and led him to search for online adventures. It also turned out his wife had had some medical complications due to a third pregnancy after the second boy, and they had lost a girl after five months. His wife had been a bit depressed, which they had worked through, and clearly was not interested in getting pregnant again.
Dan had considered prostitutes but felt he could not handle the risk of disease or being arrested. He really did not make enough money to use escort services. He had moved here to go to college, and most of his friends were first his wife's. So he was interested, seemed to be a nice guy and we did seem to get along. I thought about inviting him to a local hotel, but Dan said he had worked late this morning because he had a dentist appointment this morning at 8 am, and had to get home to not raise any suspicions with his wife.
I wanted to physically check him out, so I suggested we head for the restrooms to do a quick grope session just to confirm and verify his ten inches. The restrooms were in the back through a narrow hallway, and I went to mine and it was locked. Dan looked in the men's room and discovered it was just a small room with a toilet, urinal and sink, so we both slipped in there and locked the door.
Dan quickly pulled me to him and kissed me, a very nice one that began exploring and ended in a nice French-style with our tongues twirling in each mouth. I could feel him get hard as he moved his leg to between my thighs. I kissed him again, and my hand reached down to check the equipment. Dan's cock was pointing upwards and it clearly was long and wide. I stopped kissing him, and asked him if he would like a complementary blow job to go with his validating his parking ticket.
Dan nodded, and I lowered myself to my haunches and unzippered his pants. I tried to remove his dick, but it being so large and hard, I ended up unhooking his pants, which dropped down below his knees. He was wearing boxers, and the opening allowed for his cock to be fished out, a nice large purple head and a length with one nice vein popping along the bottom. After massaging it a few seconds with my hands, I moved my mouth over its head and licked it around, it tasted so well. Since time was of the essence, and I had completed my required pre-takeoff equipment check, I quickly put about half his cock into my mouth while using one hand to jack him off and my other hand to gently rub his balls. Dan's moans showed I was making good progress. He spread his legs a bit to give me better access to his balls. My bedroom blue eyes were looking upward to Dan's face.
I reached my ball handling hand up to my mouth, dipping several fingers into my mouth to get them nice and wet. I wanted to make him cum quickly, so when my hand reached back down to cupping his balls, they explored towards the back to his ass crack. Dan shifted first one leg and then the other, giving me more access, and my finger was quickly at the opening of his rosebud. Meanwhile, my other hand was sliding up and down his shaft that was not in my mouth and I was moving up and down sucking and licking the head and about five inches of his man meat. As my fingered entered his asshole, the palm of my hand could feel his balls start to constrict. I finger fucked him and palmed his balls a little, while I jerked his cock and sucked hard. I felt the first jism hit the back of my throat, and moved my mouth to completely suck on his head, getting three squirts of cum into my mouth. Dan closed his eyes as he relieved himself in my mouth. I swallowed some but then I rose up to Dan's face and opened my mouth showing his cum filling it. I then swallowed and licked my lips and smiled.
Dan won the sale when he then kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, tasting his own cum. He was going to the next round!!!
After disengaging from the kiss, I moved over to the sink to wash my hands and check my face for any unexploded rounds of cum. I don't wear much makeup, so I looked good enough to leave the restroom without having to pull out my lipstick. Dan pulled up his pants, buttoned them and zipped his fly. I looked at my watch; the blow job had taken about seven minutes.
We kissed again briefly, and I told him that I would look at my calendar and send him an email for our next meeting, which would be a long one. Dan unlocked and opened the door, with me standing behind it, and saw no one standing in the small hall. I then slipped out the door followed by Dan. I walked through the shop and out to the street, not looking behind me until I was a block away. Dan was still standing at the entrance watching me, waved and turned to walk the other direction.
I entered a dress shop and walked around it, not buying anything. I then went out of the shop, looked up and down the sidewalks, and did not see Dan. Since it was now about 11:15, I decided to go to a sandwich shop for a light lunch until my next appointment at 1:30 pm.
I was to meet Bill at another coffee shop about two blocks away. I stopped in to the restroom of the sandwich shop, and washed my face and put on some makeup. I really enjoyed the excitement of blowing Dan, and looked forward to having another afternoon adventure.
I bought a coffee and found a booth at the back of the shop. The bathroom doors opened up to the back of the seating area, so no small hallway to sneak in there. Bill arrived about five minutes late, had mistimed the T a bit, but that was understandable. He then went to get a coffee. After he returned, he shook my hand and sat next to me in the booth.
Bill mostly asked questions about me, some of which I answered very truthfully and some with my Diane persona and her background story. It seems that Bill worked for twenty years on the Boston Globe as an investigative reporter until the layoffs about five years ago, now he spent his time as a private investigator for several criminal lawyers. Because of all his questions, I hardly ever got to ask one of my own.
Bill was wearing a wedding band, as was I, but he never mentioned his wife or why he was trying to cheat. I did get to ask him if he had ever cheated before, and he seemed honest in saying that he had about six times over the years, but nothing for the last three years when a former newspaper co-worker retired down to Florida. Sounded like most of his affairs involved women he had worked with in the newspaper, but most of the investigative work was now behind a computer instead of hitting the pavement, so he did not get to meet a whole lot of people. And the people he met, while he would not have invited them home for dinner.
Bill seemed to be all that he had said he was before in his emails and chats, and his questioning of me seemed to satisfy him that I was legit. Because it would be impossible to slip into one of the bathrooms without three or four folks seeing us, I decided to reach my hand towards his leg in order to check him out. I whispered that I had a rule to trust someone, but my father had told me a long time ago to verify and check. Bill laughed.
I asked Bill if there was something sexual that his wife would never do with him as I moved my hand to his lap. He said his wife would never take it up her ass, and he was looking to finding a woman who would and could accommodate him. I felt him get partly hard, and it seemed that he was thick and about eight inches long. I whispered in his ear that I love to cum with a big cock up my ass, and his dick got very hard then.
I asked Bill what his schedule looked like the rest of the afternoon. Bill replied that he had to get back to his computer, as one of his lawyer bosses was expecting a report on a client's finances by the end of the day. I was disappointed in not being able to really play with Bill, but I did set this up as only a meet & greet, with no expectations of being able to play. I told Bill that I would see him on AFF chat sometime over the next few days, and we would set up a morning or afternoon to meet at a nearby hotel.
Bill kissed me on the cheek, got up and said goodbye and walked out of the shop. I waited about five minutes, seeing him dash across the street and head to the right to where he could catch the T. I then walked out of the coffee shop, went about a block and went into another shop for about ten minutes shopping, then hailed a cab towards downtown to where Meg worked.
Security called up to Meg's office, and they handed me a pass card to get on the elevator. I got off on her floor, and headed straight there. Meg closed the door, wanting to immediately know about today's adventures. I started with my meeting with Bill, giving her all the details. She knew I was holding something back, so then I talked about Dan. Finally, she begged me, and I described what Dan and I had done in the men's bathroom. Meg was not too surprised by me blowing him, but pushing my finger up his ass to make him cum did cause her to compliment me.
Meg called her husband and told him to meet us for an early dinner downtown. Meg finished a few things in her office, and then we left for the restaurant and sat in the bar until her hubby came. We had a nice dinner, and then I headed home in a cab.
I got home, took a shower and put my pajamas and a robe on, sitting down at my computer. Hubby had sent me an email with his working location number, so I called him and explained the boring parts of my day and dinner with Meg and her husband. My hubby was still at work and he was going to grab something for dinner and take it back to the hotel and continue working that evening. I said goodbye and hung up.
I logged on to AFF, seeing what was in my in-box. After deleting about twenty emails, I had one from Bill thanking me for meeting me and saying he would try to log on Thursday afternoon to chat. I replied that I was going to be out, but hopefully we would be able to chat before the weekend. I expected hubby to fly home late Friday, so I did not plan anything for the weekend, either online or in person with my AFF friends.
I did send an email to those other two guys who could not meet today, suggesting meeting sometime next week. I then wrote a slightly vulgar email to Dan about how I enjoyed how he tasted, and I hoped the next time he would cum in both my pussy and ass, as well as filling my stomach. I then watched some television and went to bed. I thought about my meeting with Todd tomorrow afternoon, hoping it would turn out to be one ending with a large cock plowing my pussy.
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