Part 1a part 1b

July 21^st, 2024

I’m going through a separation in my marriage so I recently made some online dating accounts and bought some new date outfits. Last night was the first time I met up with someone I met on an app. Pretty much my only criteria for picking him was that he was reasonably attractive and seemed like he wouldn’t hurt me, but it actually went really well. We went to a casual Lebanese place for dinner and then walked in a nearby park. He was better looking in person, gorgeous green eyes that matched mine, soft friendly face and body, pretty charming, and a good conversationalist. I wore a fern print dress that hits me just above the knee with a plunging neckline halfway to my belly button. I could tell he was trying not to stare at my cleavage the entire time and was doing a commendable job of it.

He had taken public transit to get to our date because he wasn’t sure if we’d be drinking or not (we didn’t, but I respected how responsible he was) and he lived all the way across town so I offered to drive him home. Once we were on our way I asked him if he wanted to pick the music (he said no, he was fine with whatever I put on) and then in the exact same tone of voice I asked if it was alright if I take my boobs out. I had already decided before going out I was going to find an excuse to be topless with him if the date went even kind of right, which it had. He was dumbstruck for a moment and then said sure, of course, it was my car after all. The cut of the dress made it very easy to just push it aside to expose my breasts, which I did, and then let them hang out the entire 20 minute drive. I’m sure a ton of people saw which made me absurdly horny. About halfway through the drive I took my right hand off the wheel and put it on his knee. He looked at me like he couldn’t believe his luck. I started moving my hand up and down his thigh as we continued to make small talk until we got to his house as if there was nothing odd about the situation.

As soon as we stopped the car in the parking lot of his apartment complex he kissed me. Not a great kisser, but not terrible either. We made out for a while, he slid his hand up my thigh, pushing my dress up to my wet panties, caressed my breasts and teased with my nipples. I kept expecting someone to walk by and see us; it felt like I was a teenager again and it was thrilling. I rubbed his erection over his pants, and he asked me if I wanted to come inside. I said no, I wanted him to take his cock out right there in the parking lot. He didn’t need convincing, because in seconds his pants were already down at his knees, and his dick was already leaking tons of pre-cum. We kept making out as I stroked him and told him how much I wanted him to cum until a few minutes later he finished in my hand. The feeling of satisfaction when he came was just the cherry on the exhibitionism cake, but, like, a really good cherry. He asked when he could see me again and I told him I really wasn’t looking for any second dates right now, but this was fun, and he’d always have this memory to jerk off to whenever he wanted. I wiped his cum off my hand with my dress, pulled the dress back over my chest, and drove home to masturbate until I fell asleep.

July 23^rd, 2024

This morning I met up with another person I met on a dating app. Abby is a gorgeous butch lesbian, a few years younger than me, about 6 feet tall, rail thin, red hair done in dreadlocks, and absolutely covered in tattoos and piercings. She showed up on a motorcycle which was enough to get my butterflies - and other parts - going. We met at a fairly busy coffee shop downtown and had drinks (hot cocoa for me, black coffee for her) and light snacks (I had a personal sized onion and pepper quiche, she had a scone). The conversation was fine, I guess, but I wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying, all I could do was imagine her naked and on top of me, her fingers inside of me, her nipples brushing against mine. She was so different from my soon-to-be ex, a soft butch who looks good in a pants suit on the way to a corporate job, and so different from me with my dresses and pedicures. Abby was excitement.

I excused myself to go the bathroom as soon as I finished my food and drink. I took a few deep breaths, checked my makeup in the mirror, and texted Abby to come meet me in there. She was there in a flash, and as soon as she walked through the door we were making out. Her long arms were all over me, behind my head, rubbing my back and butt, sneaking under my shirt to touch the skin on my hips and ribs, running her hand over my bra. I was pulling her long, lean body into mine when she reached down to unbutton my short shorts. I had to help her because it’s actually really difficult to unbutton someone else’s pants, especially when they’re as tight as these ones were. She pushed my underwear to the side and rubbed me while breathing warm and desperate on my neck. I stumbled backwards until I was leaning against the wall but she stayed on me, her strong expert fingers stimulating me at the opening of my vagina and around my clit, and reaching up inside of me.

I don’t know how long we were in there, but long enough for me to get off, so at least five, probably closer to ten minutes. We washed up, giggling and exchanging flirty glances, then walked out together, and awkwardly waved and said thank you to the baristas on our way out the door. The staff definitely knew what we had been up to because they gave us the dirtiest looks as we left. When I started on this dating journey I said no second dates but I already made an exception for Abby. I texted to see if she would go on a hike with me on Saturday and she said yes.

July 27^th, 2024

Abby picked me up on her motorcycle early this morning and took me to a hiking spot a little ways out of town. The vibrations of the motorcycle and the way she felt riding it while I had my arms wrapped around her from behind already had me in some kind of mood. I’m in very good shape, and so is she, so we made pretty good time heading out the trail, which was steep enough to be interesting but not so steep we’d be too out of breath to talk and get to know each other a little more. I wore a white spaghetti strap tank top and a light blue tennis skirt with matching shorts underneath and Abby wore a sleeveless t-shirt with very obviously no bra under it and cut-off jeans. She took me to a spot that wasn’t too busy, only one or two cars in the parking lot.

A couple miles in we stopped on the shady side of a boulder just off to the side of the trail to drink water and eat some snacks. It didn’t take long before we were making out hot and heavy. She pinned me against the boulder and kissed down my neck while reaching up my skirt. She asked if she could take off my shorts and I pulled them down to my knees so that she could rub my pussy. Her hands are so strong and gentle. I had my hands under her loose shirt and pet all of the skin around her ribs, back, breasts, and belly. Abby took a step back and looked around. When she was satisfied that no one was around she told me to sit down. I pulled my shorts back up and sat, my back against the smooth rock behind me. She looked around again, then undid the button and zipper on her shorts, pulled them and her underwear down to her ankles and towered over me, coming close so that her cunt was about two inches from my face. I sat up a little higher, closing the distance and slowly slid my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, knowing that I only get to savor the first taste once. After an hour or so of hiking the salt of her sweat mixed with the salt of her natural lubricant meant I was in heaven.

I ate her like I was starving, licking every corner, sucking on her clit, taking in every drop of juice. I listened for her moans, felt how her body responded to my mouth, moving faster, slower, softer, deeper. Soon it was hard for her to stand, but she kept herself right where I could reach her, bracing with one hand against the rock behind me and cradling the back of my head with the other so that it wouldn’t get hit, while also pulling my face closer into her soft bush.

About ten minutes later I heard the sound of men talking loudly to each other. Abby stood up suddenly and spun her head around. I looked up and there were two older men, I’d guess in their 50s, coming down from the top of the trail towards us, still a good hundred or more yards away. Abby’s hand flew down to grab her shorts, but I grabbed her hand before she could pull them up and gave her the wickedest look I could manage. Then I took her hips and guided them back towards my face and pressed my tongue deep into her wetness. I could feel her knees go weak again and I knew I had her. The men stopped as they passed us. One of them said “howdy! You ladies enjoying the day?” Abby could only manage a little laugh through her moans and I gave them a thumbs up without taking my face out of her crotch. They laughed and kept walking down the trail. Almost immediately I felt Abby tense through her thighs, ass, and abdomen. She nearly doubled over, tightened her grip and pulled my hair, and let out a long, loud groan. Her legs shook hard and I had to steady her with my arms as she came.

We did complete the hike after we finished having sex, another couple miles up to a small loop by a waterfall and then back down the way we had come. We passed three more groups of hikers along the way and took some nice pictures, but it was pretty uneventful. I haven’t decided yet if I’m going to see Abby again. I probably shouldn’t, because I don’t want to be in a relationship now and I will absolutely fall in love with her. Maybe I should switch back to dick for my next couple of dates, they’re easier to discard after using.

July 30^th, 2024

My friend Steph has been my number one support during the separation from my spouse and the only person I know in real life who is aware of my new slutty streak. Steph is deep in the local kink scene and she has offered to bring me along to sex parties but so far I’ve declined. Recently though she offered to set me up with a younger guy who she told me is very mature, knows how to handle himself, is into no strings attached situations, and takes good care of the people he doms.

So I started messaging with Connor (M25) over the weekend and he gave me a whole laundry list of kinks that he is into: ropes, impact, degradation, and the like. Most of them were a hard pass for me. Not to kink shame anyone, I just happen to be pretty vanilla outside of my newfound love of exhibitionism. He did offer nipple play, which I am very into and asked if I would be into anal, which I decided could be fun. I’ve only had anal sex once before when I was in high school. It was with a guy I had a huge crush on and wanted to impress, but he had a really small dick and I barely felt anything. The whole thing was kind of disappointing and we never spoke again. But that was a long time ago and I figured I would give it another try.

Connor came over last night and we didn’t waste any time on chit chat. We went straight to my bedroom and he told me to take my clothes off and lie on the bed. I had told him that I wanted to be a pillow princess and just have him act on my body while I took it easy and he was happy to oblige. He took his shirt off but left his pants on to start and took out these small magnetic balls. After teasing my nipples enough to get them erect, he used the balls on me like clamps, putting one on either side of a nipple so that they’d squeeze together, pinching my nipples hard. With my nipples clamped like that he brushed them very gently with the tips of his fingers and kissed them lightly. I was getting insanely wet and asked him if it was okay to use a toy on myself. He told me to go right ahead and even got me my little pink vibrator out of the nightstand.

He slowly ramped up the intensity of the nipple play until he was pinching, pulling, sucking, and biting on them, mixing in some very soft petting and kisses all up and down my body and face. I have no idea how many times I came but eventually he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me. I said yes. He asked me if I wanted him to put in my butt and I said yes, please. He finally took off his pants and he was rock hard. His cock was pretty big, not porn star big, but big enough to make me wonder for a moment if it was a good idea to try to fit in my ass. He must have seen the concern on my face and assured me he’d go very slow. He told me to lie on my side and get comfortable with pillows however I wanted, which I did.

And he did go very slow. He used my favorite lube and, kneeling behind me, started with his finger to get me used to the penetration. When he positioned his cock on my hole, he took probably a whole two minutes of teasing and careful progress just to get the tip in. He stayed there, making very shallow thrusts for a long while. The sensation was unlike anything I’ve felt before. I had to turn the vibe off so that I could just be there with the feeling of having my asshole and insides stretched. He asked if I wanted him to go deeper and I could just barely nod and say “uh-huh.” He took his time, making sure that I got used to each new centimeter that he penetrated me before moving forward to the next. It was hard to breathe and I was cumming in new ways that I had never even imagined, orgasms from deep deep inside of me that seemed to last forever. He was very attentive to my needs the whole time, stroking my body gently and telling me how beautiful I was, how much he loved being inside of me, what a good job I was doing taking his big cock in my ass, all of which made me cum even harder.

When he was all the way in, his hips pressed against my butt cheeks, he began to rock back and forth and a whole new wave of sensations came on. I turned to jelly, completely surrendered to him. He picked up the pace so gradually I didn’t notice it at first until my whole body was shaking. He kept my body steady by cupping me around the shoulders, breasts, and hips and kept his dick buried deep inside of me. Then he slowed down again and asked if he could move my body, gently rolled me onto my stomach, climbed on top, and penetrated me again. His thrusts were still slow and steady, but now his stroke drew his cock all the way back out to the opening of my ass before sliding all the way back in each time. Orgasm is the wrong word for what I was experiencing at that point, it was more of an all-encompassing wave of mental and physical power and powerlessness wrapped into one.

When he finally finished deep inside of me he stayed lying on top of me for a long minute, then slowly pulled his still hard cock out of me, giving me one last rush of pleasure. He took good care of me afterwards, holding me, petting and kissing my hair, and asking me how I felt, if there were any parts that I liked the most or that I wished had been different, and so on. I told him it was perfect, exactly what I wanted and that I would let him know if I wanted to do something like this again. I might, but my asshole is still throbbing and my morning poop was also a new experience, so we’ll see.

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.