Finding a long-term partner who helps me get fucked has really unlocked a new level of hoe phase. I used to feel pressured to pretend to be the "good girl". I used to need to be careful and cautious. Now that I've found someone who loves the real me, now that I've found someone who will always be there to support me when things go wrong, I've finally started to open up. No overthinking. No pretending. I am finally taking what I want.
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Recently, what I wanted was the bartender I've been flirting with at our local dive bar. I'll call him James.
James was new, and I had only seen him twice at this point, but he wasted no time in flirting with me. Especially when my boyfriend left to pee. He was hot. He made me laugh. I was wasting no more time. I slipped him my number as we left.
He texted days later, as I was resolving to never return to that bar out of embarrassment. I was annoyed at the delay. I was also ovulating. I responded.
James was off work that evening, with no plans except for Netflix. What a coincidence, me too! "What about your boyfriend?" I'm usually upfront about our relationship, but I knew James was willing to flirt with me in front of him, and it turned me on. "He's out of town." James had no objection. James would be here in 30 minutes.
One problem – my boyfriend was very much in town. I walked to the living room:
"The flirty bartender is coming over. He thinks I'm cheating on you. Can you leave for a few hours?"
"The who?"
"The bartender from – -"
"Actually, would it be more fun for you if I don't know?"
I love this man. He helps me quickly tidy up and leaves just in time for bartender to arrive. We exchange awkward small talk as he sits on the couch and opens Netflix. I straddle him and tell him boyfriend is landing in a couple hours. I don't want to watch Netflix.
He's a great kisser, and I think about where else I would like his tongue. I'm soon distracted by the feeling of his hard cock pressing against my underwear. Time is short, so I dismount and get on my knees. As I take him into my mouth, he asks if my boyfriend's cock is this big. I say no. (Lie.) I tell him I don't do this for my boyfriend. (True.) He's throbbing in my mouth and I'm soaking through my underwear. Although I would never really cheat, pretending is turning me on.
I tell him to take me to our bed. I tell him to use me. He absolutely does. I come, twice. Eventually, he's close. I tell him I've never let my boyfriend give me a facial. (True.) That sets him off, and he pulls out and covers my face and tits with an impressive amount of cum. I go to the bathroom to clean up, but first I send a selfie to boyfriend as an apology for kicking him out, and tell him to be back in 20 minutes.
I tell James boyfriend's plane landed. He asks how long we have. Uhh, 20 minutes? I was expecting to kick him out, but he has other plans and I'm amenable. You can imagine what happens next. Fortunately for boyfriend, I don't manage to come before James leaves, so I'm all over him when he returns. I gently guide his head down to my pussy.
A few days later, BF and I head out to the bar for date night. James is there, and as hoped we sneak knowing glances throughout the night. I haven't been fucked since our last session and I want him. I'm pretty sure BF knows at this point but thankfully pretends not to. I know how his mind works and it's just as hot for him.
He all but confirms this on the walk home, when he tells me he must have drank more than he expected, and that he's sure he'll sleep unusually well tonight. This goes over my head at first – in my defense I was drunk – but he makes sure to remind me again before bed. This time I get it. I tell James to text me when he's leaving work and then park nearby.
Three hours later I'm awoken by the text. The annoyance only lasts a moment before I remember what I'm doing. I feel a strange mix of arousal and nostalgia, it's been a long time since I snuck out in the middle of the night to have sex in a car. James texts me his location as I'm walking outside.
There's not too much to say about the sex. It's car sex, and it hasn't gotten any better with age. We make out, we climb in the back, he fucks me doggie style. But it's fun to sneak out for a late night rendezvous and I still come. I finish him in my mouth.