Dear Diary,
It’s been a long time since my birthday… Things have been all back to normal.
Outside of a his wife getting Covid, there’s been no sexual contact between him and I. Even that time, we didn’t have sex, I just gave him a blowjob. Thats it.
Things were pretty awkward after we had sex, at least the next day. For months after, I kept telling myself that while it’s NOT normal, it wasn’t wrong, it just didn’t feel right because it’s not normal, but that makes it wrong, but it’s not wrong it just didn’t feel right, and so on and so on.
Luckily, he never pressured me, which I do have to give him credit for. It’s probably got to be very hard to be around someone every day knowing that not long ago, they were swallowing your cum 5 days a week and then in an instant, that’s all gone.
I expected the worst kind of pressure and/or hinting at wanting it, but he didn’t… at all. The amount of appreciation I had for him because of that was immense.
It made life easier for me knowing I was gonna be 100% safe, I didn’t have to worry about it, I could go about my days with nothing to worry about.
I won’t lie though… I almost did miss it. I missed getting home at 2:30, 3:00 in the morning and seeing him on the sofa waiting to ask how my day was going, knowing he was genuinely interested in my work day and that genuine interest made me happy to sexually gratify him with my mouth.
Having that kind of interaction every day that I came home from work was something I legitimately looked forward to, but even then, thinking about that I would mess with my head that I actually looked forward to giving him a blowjob and swallowing his cum.
It then started dawn on me… he did genuinely care about me. He didn’t look at this like just using me as a means to cum. I mentally chastised him for something he was genuinely innocent of.
The fact that I cut him off from something he enjoyed for something he didn’t do bothered me. It ate me up inside, but no matter how bad I felt about it, I couldn’t bring myself to apologize or to even reinitiate things. The problem wasMy inability to do so only compounded my inner turmoil which lead to me drinking more at work.
Then, one day, it all came to a head. Figuratively and literally. I was at work and while I usually kept my drinking to the end of the night, I decided that I wasn’t going to turn down shots when they were offered.
The problem was… when you’re a bartender in shorts with a tight ass… guys tend to buy you LOTS of shots. I got WASTED early in my shift, and had to let the alcohol go down. Plus side, drinking a bunch of shots with random guys lead to A BUNCH of tips, which I found funny because I was being paid large amounts of money to drink by horny drunk guys hoping I’d get drunk enough to go home with them all while I was sad about not sucking another man’s dick.
I kept thinking about it all night while trying to sober up by sipping water and diet soda between shots. Once the night was over, I argued with my coworkers about my ability to drive home, WHICH IN RETROSPECT I SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE! But I was stubborn and left in my own car.
The drive was interesting because I kept thinking about him and how happy he was every time I gave him a blowjob and I won’t lie… it turned me on. I tried concentrating the road the whole way home, but I had a whole slew of emotions. I was drunk, Horny, kinda sad, and HUUUUUNGRY AF!!
After a bit, I pulled in to my driveway and parked my car, adding relief that I made it home safe, when I noticed not a single light was on in the house. Sad… he wasn’t up, waiting for me to get home.
I got out of my car and stumbled over to the house before fighting with my keys to get in… MAN that’s hard when you’re drunk…
After an embarrassingly long time, I finally made it in to the house and tried my best to quietly make my way through the house.
Once successfully in the kitchen, I turned the light on and decided the correct move was to get a bunch of pizza rolls with ranch dressing, so I got a plate and secured the pizza roll package from the freezer. Once I had an adequate amount of pizza rolls on my plate, I tossed the plate in to the microwave and then it was a mere waiting game...
While I was waiting for my pizza rolls to heat up, I heard a door open and after a bit, I saw him walking groggily in to the kitchen.
“Lizzie?”
I turned to him. “Hey, sorry. Just got home and I’m hungry.”
He yawned and walked up to the island. “That’s fine, but maybe try to make a little less noise, ok?”
I nodded and smiled, but knowing him as long as I have, I knew he was gonna be thirsty, having just woken up, so I handed him a clean glass.
He smirked, “you know me a bit too well, how was work?” He walked to the fridge and poured himself a glass of water.
“Made a ton of money and drank A LOT of shots.”
He turned to look at me. “Did you take an uber home?”
I shook my head no.
He glared at me. “Did you drive your car home?”
I nodded yes, waiting for the lecture.
He sighed and walked back to the island, but this time, he walked around it so we were both on the same side of it.
“You drove drunk?”
I sighed and looked at my pizza rolls in the microwave, “yeah… I know, it was a dumb decision.”
“Yeah! You could have hit someone or been arrested! You have money, you could always ask for money, or hell, you could call and I’d have ubered you home or taken an uber to you and driven you home. You can’t make reckless decisions like that.”
“I got home safe!”
He sighed again. “That’s not the point, Elizabeth, the point is that driving home was a completely unnecessary risk.”
He kept getting after me, but I was only half listening, because in my brain… all I could think was ‘who does he think he is?! Lecturing me when he’s got no moral high ground…’ Then, suddenly, the alcohol spoke up and said the quiet part out loud.
“You came inside me.”
He looked taken aback. “I’m sorry, what?”
I turned and looked right at him, both mildly amused and annoyed. “You came inside me. You…”
I could tell he was confused. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“The fact that you’ve fucked me makes it me feel like you telling me not to drink and drive doesn’t hold much water.”
A smirk came across his face. “So my words don’t hold much water because we had sex…”
I shook my head. “Look, I rarely drink and drive. Also, I did make it home safe, so while I do appreciate the concern, I don’t want to be lectured on a single dumb decision.”
The microwave went off and he spoke up again. “So if my words aren’t going to have an affect on you, then what should I do?”
“Maybe don’t say any more words… and just put your dick in my mouth again…” WAIT… did I just say that?!
He looked at me shocked. “What?”
I locked eyes with him and the alcohol spoke up again. “Don’t say any more words… Just put your dick in my mouth again…”
“I mean-“
“Shhh shh shh shh…” I interrupted him. “No more words. Just put it in my mouth… please.”
He took a step towards me. “Seriously?”
I squatted down and look up at him, genuinely smiling at him. Holy shit… I was going to do it again… “Pull it out.”
He took another step towards me so he was standing in front of me, his dick at eye level for me. He pulled his pj pants down, freeing his quickly hardening dick.
I put my hands on either side of his thighs to steady myself and leaned forward, resting his dick on the side of my face as my lips locked on his balls, almost suckling on one of them, rubbing my tongue on it as I suckled.
He gave a deep groan and rested a hand on my head. I pulled back, stretching his sack as my lips stayed locked on one of his balls, until it popped out of my mouth with a satisfying “pop” sound. He pulled my head back a little with the hand that was on my head and grabbed his dick with his free hand, then lined it up with my mouth. I opened my mouth wide for him, and he essentially fed me his dick. WOW!!! This man feeding me his dick in the kitchen was such a hot fucking moment!!! I locked my lips and pressed my tongue to it while he slid it in.
Before I knew it, he was pressing his dick to the entrance of my throat and my body tensed up as I was already fighting the urge to gag. My back lurched backwards, and I tried to pull my head back, but with both his hands now secured on my head, he held me in place.
“No, no, no. Fight to take it mija!” He kept pressing and my urge to Gag grew harder and harder as the head of his dick pushed against my throat harder and harder until he finally took mercy and backed off. I gagged HARD, coughing while my eyes watered and I gasped for air.
Once I’d caught my breath, he picked my head up and lined his dick back up with my mouth. I tried to lean forward to take his dick in to my mouth, but his hands held me firm. He leaned his hips forward a bit so my mouth could find his dick, then, while holding on to handfuls of my hair, he started bucking his hips forward and backwards.
This man was legitimately fucking my face. This wasn’t a blowjob. He was straight up having sex with my mouth. I kept my hand on his legs to make sure I stayed balanced, but also so I could push him away if he was going too deep. The problem was, between his arms pulling my head in and his hips bucking forward, he was almost hitting my gag reflex A LOT, so I had tears building up in my eyes, and my body was fighting for reprieve, but he was offering none.
What struck me was the animalistic growls he was giving as he fucked my mouth and how much it was turning me on. The whole “he’s just using me to get off” feeling that messed with me so bad before was now making me wetter than I’d been in a while, because there was no mistake here… right now, all he was doing was using me to get off… and I was ALL about it.
I pressed my tongue as hard as I could to the underside of his dick as he rocked it back and forth in my mouth, his hands still doing their best to push my head forward, forcing me to take more of his dick in to my mouth. I don’t know how long passed, it was such a blur of tasting his dick and his balls slapping on to my chin, him moaning like a wild man, and his hands pressing on to my head, all I knew was all of the sudden his thrusts became much more deliberate. I steadied myself, getting ready for his release.
His breathing quickened and he kept fucking. I started getting a bit nervous that he was going to shove his dick in as far as he could when he came, cuz I was positive if he did that, I was either going to throw up, or gag so hard I’d bite him, so I tried to steady my body to try and not screw this up.
“Get ready mija…” he moaned out, still bucking his hips against my face. Suddenly, he gave a big moan, and I felt his dick spasm as the first shot of cum left his dick landing on my tongue. Another pop… pop… pop… pop… his cum coated my mouth… his hips stopped pumping… my fears of him jamming his dick in to my mouth dissipated. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and I clasped my lips shut to stop his cum from falling out.
He was breathing really hard, but the smile on his face was undeniable. “S…swallow it…”
I locked eyes with him, tilting my head back, sliding his cum to the back of my mouth and I swallowed it, then opened my mouth to show him it was gone.
“Fuck! I missed that!”
“What?”
“You acting like my own personal porn star, mija!! Do you know how lucky that makes me feel?!”
I smiled and stood up and heard the microwave give another reminding beep. “I think I’m going to have to reheat my pizza rolls.”
He laughed. “I don’t know why I find it so funny that you’re going to use a pizza roll as a chaser for my cum…”
“For what it’s worth, I’ll be using ranch too…”
He laughed again, then shook his head. “Alright. I’m going back to bed… No more drinking and driving, cabrona!”
And with that he walked away, back to his room.
That was it, that was our only sexual encounter for almost the total end of the year.
Then, things took an interesting turn in December, a couple weeks before Christmas…
I had a day off work, and woke up at the crack of noon, smelling delicious food coming from the kitchen, so I walked out, still groggy. She was in the kitchen cooking.
“Good afternoon, sleeping beauty!”
I waved good morning to her, still not really awake, only being lead to the kitchen cuz of the food.
“Food will be ready in a bit.” She looked at me smiling, “after you eat and shower, make sure you start packing so we aren’t scrambling before we leave.
“Leave?” I looked at her confused. “Where are we going?”
She looked at me mildly annoyed. “We’re going to Vegas for the holidays.”
“Vegas?”
“Yes Vegas!” She sighed while stirring the food she was cooking. “You said you wanted to go to Vegas for the holidays.”
“When?!”
“In march, Mensa!”
It took a bit, but I remembered. “Oh yeah!! Not going to lie… I didn’t think we’d actually go.”
She laughed. “Well… you definitely earned it. You’ve definitely improved my sex life, so going forward with your request of Vegas seems more than fair.”
Now I was happy. This was going to be my first Vegas where I could actually enjoy Vegas! I know she could see that I was happy about it.
“It’ll be a fun vacation! Lots of shows, good food, alcohol… what could go wrong?”
I looked at her. “A lot… a lot could go wrong, but it won’t, hopefully.”
“Well…” she paused and smiled.
“Well what?”
“Well… the last time we were drunk together, things got a bit frisky… plus with all 3 of us in the hotel room, we have the recipe for a really fun time…”
I looked at her kind of shocked, cuz she hadn’t mentioned our drunken make out session AT ALL since it happened. “I mean… yeah… maybe.”
“I’m just saying…” she looked at me. “Everyone says… what happens in Vegas… stays in Vegas… we’ll see where things go…”