So a couple of months ago my recently divorced friend and I (her 41, me 38) got a hotel on the beach far away from home for a weekend. Our sole purpose was to party and get fucked by as many dudes as possible before going back to our kids. Because why not? You only live once, right? We decided to make a game of it, sort of like a scavenger hunt, and devised a points system. For example, fucking in the room would be worth 5 points, fucking outside the room would be worth 8, extra points for MMF or MFF, etc. It was sure to be an adventure.

We were quite successful. We bar hopped and day drank, found Tinder matches. A revolving door of dicks. One of my guys even came back the next day to fuck us both. We racked up the points. It was glorious. But when it was time to go home, I wasn't ready to go back to my responsibilities. So I had her drop me off at the bar down the street. And I had another drink. And this guy hit on me and I saw an opportunity for more points. So I let him fuck me in the bathroom. It was dark and probably like 10pm at this point. I'd been keeping a healthy buzz going for like 3 days, so it's starting to get fuzzy here. But I wasn't ready to be done being a slut so I ubered down to the next bar. Another drink, definitely feeling without some faculties at this point. Here comes this Dave Chapelle looking fellow and before I know it he's walking me out to his truck. I don't remember what was said but a black guy was worth extra points! As it turns out he had a friend in the truck. Or his friend was at the bar and he called him over. I don't remember how we ended up here but the next thing I know I am being spitroasted in the back of an Avalanche by 2 black dudes I just met. In the bar parking lot. They took turns. It was so risky. But so many points!! I had fun until I realized just how far I had gone. What a stupid slut. Lucky for me they were nice guys. Dig around for my shorts and panties and stumble out of the truck. Okay, now I'm done. Go home and wash the slut off. Text my friend about how many more points I scored. Declare official victory and agree to do a rematch in another city.

apparently I gave those guys my real phone number. I learned this when I received a text a few days later. Whoops. But since alls well that ends well I'm thinking about letting them bring more friends next time.