This is a tale of three men each visited by me during a 48 hour period of time.
The unexpected surprise.
People we meet and interact with occasionally, the people we see every once in a while when our paths cross. This was the unexpected surprise.
I expected to have a night of drinks, smokes, and intellectual conversations. I expected the morning after would be semi-hell due to not sleeping more than a few hours. You see I had been down this road before minus the unexpected.
Conversations went far into the night in fact the sun had come up. I had no idea this guy wanted to get it on, wish I had, we could have gotten some sleep (we’re getting too old for this 20 year old acting like we’re in college shit).
He finally made a move and backed off, the I said the magic words, “my husband gets with an ex-girlfriend a few times a year.” He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me into him. We started to kiss. And then we fucked more than once.
A few hours later, we parted back to our respective lives.
The hang-over friend.
The ever faithful friend, he said I looked like hell. Honesty, always a good policy. LOL The hang-over friend got the zombified me hung-over on 1 hour of sleep. And he took care of me in more than the obvious ways.
Since I had been away from home for days, it was his turn and I was fucking horny! Nope, I didn’t get enough and all of it was multi-orgasmic and fantastic. I took a hot bath and came out wet, smooth, and hot. We made love and went to sleep. And he was none the wiser of my indiscretions of drinking too much, smoking, or that there were two others just a day prior to him.
Written February 5, 2017