This is a first, and I doubt I'll have any relevant experience in the future. Believe this story, don't believe it. I'm cool with either.

So I met up with a HW that I've been messaging. I've met her and her husband once in person at a bar, but nothing sexual happened. It was more of a meet and greet. Both really cool people.

Her husband travels for work, so they got into this lifestyle to kind of combat the lack of sex while he's gone, but also gives him something to hear about wile he's on the road. So while he was on the road, she asked me to go over. I agreed. Sent him the courtesy text asking him if it was cool, to which he also agreed.

She wanted me to spend the night, which is something I don't like doing. I said it would just depend, but humored the idea. My wife was working the night shift that night, so I didn't really need to be home (my wife and I are open this way, I wouldn't do anything without her consent, and the reason I don't like sleeping over places is because I'd rather be sleeping next to my wife).

So Saturday I went over. We talked for a bit and then started fooling around on the couch. Eventually she guided me over to the bedroom, where we started getting into it.

When I put it inside her and started going at it, the headboard started knocking against the wall. Then suddenly the closet do cracked open from a closed position. I stopped. I'm a military veteran and a PI by trade. So I'm cursed by noticing everything. I stopped. She said not to worry and that happens.

Didn't think much of it. So we started again, but after a few minutes, the closet door opened all the way, but it did so in a way that looked like it was pushed open.

She looked at the closet and yelled something in Spanish. She then looked at me and told me to keep going. I asked what was going on, she said it was nothing. My first assumption was that maybe it was her husband that was hiding in the closet. Sounds silly, but it's the first thing that came to mind.

I was a little frustrated, so I got up to check. It was just a closet. I closed the door, but sure enough, when I went back to mount her, the door opened again. She yelled at the closet in Spanish again, then we didn't have another incident from the closet.

But as we were finishing, me sitting on the edge of the bed and her on her knees getting ready for the finale, I hear a banging noise from the next room that came in increments of 3. She for a third time yelled at the wall in Spanish. Didn't hear it again.

Eventually I finished on her chest. I asked her who else was in the house. She said nobody. I was extremely curious, and eventually she told me it was "imitat". Beforehand I asked her if anyone would be home (a common question I ask out of respect for others) and she said nobody. Not to mention their house is small andni was pretty certain i saw the whole thing whileni was there. Her sister took the kids and it would just be her and I. I was a little annoyed that someone else was in the house, but it was a fun session overall.

I decided not to start he night, but told her that her and her husband were free to call me again, and if someone was staying with them she was welcome at out place.

When I got home and my wife returned, I told her the story. My wife told me that "imitar" actually translated to mimic. So either I was severely punked, or I had sex in front of a demon.

Like I said, believe it, don't believe it, doesn't matter. Hope the rest of this week treats you all well. Much love folks!