I was told this belongs here. It's part 15 in my ongoing true slut journal, feel free to check out the rest if you like this.

August 4^th, 2024

Today’s post is a little different and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. It’s 4 weeks to the day since I kicked my spouse Terry (NB40 he/they) out of our house for having a long-term affair with his work friend Becky. I haven’t posted about all of the drama around that because you come here for hot stories and I come here to share the ways that I’m reclaiming my life and my sexuality. And that’s all great, but there’s also been a lot of anger and sadness and endless text conversations and screaming over the phone. Terry and I have met in person a few times, mostly when they come over to get some of their stuff, and a couple of times out in the community to try to talk it out. He’s staying in a studio apartment closer in to his work and he got a storage unit to store his possessions. He says that he’s not with Becky anymore but I’m pretty sure that’s bullshit.

Terry and I had arranged for them to come over this morning to pack another box. It’s been getting more and more clear that we are not going to be able to patch things up, at least not right now. I decided to make sure that they knew I was serious about not wanting them back, or maybe I wanted them to remember what they gave up, or maybe I just wanted to hurt them as revenge for hurting me. Whatever the case, I pitched an idea to a couple of likely candidates from a dating app: that they would come over and fuck me silly at the same time that Terry would be coming by. I had two takers, and settled on one for this purpose and told the other one I’ll still want to play with him later (my friend Steph is helping me arrange a public gangbang later this week, so stay tuned for that if you want).

Ricky is 28, compact, probably about 5’ 5” and ripped. He’s also bisexual, which made me feel a lot safer about bringing him into my house for such a weird adventure, and turns out he’s pretty hung which helped make a good visual for Terry. He came over at 9:00, we washed up together in the outside shower that Terry built three summers ago, talked, flirted, pet and kissed a little to get in the mood, then went inside for coffee and a light snack. Terry was due to come at 10:00 and I know that they are always on time within a couple of minutes, so at 9:45 I texted to say that I was busy with a project and he shouldn’t bother knocking, just come right in. I changed plans with Ricky; at first we had decided that we were going to lay out a towel in the living room so that Terry would see me right when he walked in, but I thought that if we did that then Terry would just immediately turn around and leave. So instead we dropped our towels (well, he dropped his towel, I took off my bathrobe) and started hooking up in the kitchen.

When I heard the front door open I was bent over the counter getting fucked raw from behind. I was trying to stay as quiet as possible and hold back my moans so the only sound we made was the slapping of flesh on flesh and the periodic gasp that I couldn’t help. I heard Terry walk down the hall towards the bedroom where he must have collected the last of his clothing. A few minutes later I heard him call my name and I knew he had looked for me in my office and would soon be coming through the kitchen to get to the backyard, either to look for me there or to get some more of his stuff out of the shed. I told Ricky to go faster and cut my voice loose, letting out a loud moan just as Terry turned the corner and saw us. He screamed in surprise and said “what the fuck” and I looked up at him and managed a “hi.” I was happy that he was frozen in panic. I told Ricky to slap me (I am not into spanking but I wanted to put on a show) and yelped when his hand impacted my ass cheek. Terry still hadn’t moved or taken their eyes off of me. I put my hands on the counter and straightened my back so that they could get a really good look at my tits as they shook with each thrust of Ricky’s cock into me, and let out a long low “fuuuuuuuuck.” Finally Terry turned and walked away. I came as hard as I’ve ever cum, Ricky pulled out and came on my back and on my ass, and I immediately started crying. For those of you keeping score, this is the second time in the last month that I’ve cried during/after sex.

To his credit he didn’t freak out or run away. He lifted my body up off the counter, turned me around and hugged me, which was just a little awkward since I’m not used to being with people who are shorter than me, but his strong arms felt comforting around my body and I let myself lean into him, even as his cum dripped down the backs of my thighs. Once I was a little more grounded Ricky took off and I decided to take a bath inside and just sit with my feelings for a while. Terry hasn’t texted me yet. They’re going to have to eventually.