How many of us have
fantasized about fucking two different people in one day? Kitty is raising her
hand up HIGH!!!
Well one of Kitty’s new
friends managed to pull off every man and woman’s fantasy. Okay okay…maybe not
EVERY man and woman but certainly those who read THIS BLOG. Kitty’s new
friend…well let’s just call him “Bill” achieved success. Bill and Kitty have a
lot in common as far as what we enjoy sexually in fact we would probably have
one hell of a fuck session if he didn’t live so damn far away…oh and ahem…he’s
married. But there is nothing wrong with a kitty dreaming is there? So Bill is
an avid reader of Kitty’s blog and you all KNOW that makes Kitty wet. Kitty and
Bill have been emailing and texting all sorts of naughty things. We exchange
stories, fantasies and all sorts of fun pictures. Today though Bill told Kitty
a fascinating story. The story made Kitty so wet that I just have to share!
So here's how
the two-lovers-in-one-day fantasy happened.
It all came about by accident and it was all part of a totally fucked up
day. Stick with me here as I try to tell this story in a way that makes sense.
One fine August,
the family and I had planned a summer vacation trip to Arizona to visit my
retired in-laws. We were all scheduled
to fly out on a Thursday but for months leading up to the trip, my warped,
deviant mind was trying to think up a way for me to get the family out there first
so I could have at least one day at home to myself to fulfill what has always
been a fantasy of mine – fuck a lover in my own home in front of the
fireplace. The lover part was easy –
being an Ashley Madison power user, I had been seeing Marney for about 3 months
and enjoying some seriously hot episodes of no-holds-barred hotel sex. But you know as well as I, there’s no place
like home. Now you’re probably saying to yourself “But Bill – right in your own
home? Isn’t anything sacred
anymore? That’s your wife’s space! Her
domain! You’re lower than whale shit.”
Well excuse me, but if she won’t have sex with me anymore, then there
ARE NO RULES and everything and everywhere is in play and on the table
(including Marney, I hope).
So my evil mind
conjured up a way to take advantage of the circumstances and I manufactured a
meeting at the office that I just had
to be at on the day we were scheduled to leave. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart” I
said to my wife – “There’s a flight into Phoenix first thing Friday morning.
I’ll be out there the very next morning.” And she bought it hook, line and
sinker. So my reservations were changed and now all of a sudden I was staring
at a complete day/night alone in the house before I took off to join the family
on Friday. Everything was falling neatly into place.
So the plan was
this - I was going to drop the family off for their 7am flight to Phoenix, then
I was going to pick Marney up at a local Target parking lot where she would
leave her car, get in mine, and I would drive her to my house and pull in the
attached garage to avoid detection by the snoopy neighbors.
So Thursday
morning comes and everyone hops in the car. Now all I have to do is get them to
the airport and then it’s a full day of Fuck and Frolic. And on the way to the
airport I get the text from Marney "I'm in the Target parking lot - ready
when you are." It’s all coming off without a hitch. Smooth as creamery
butter. So I drop them off at the airport and as I'm walking back to the
parking lot I get the text that's going to send this day spiraling into a 50
shades of FUCKED UP!!!
It’s Donna.
Now who is
Donna you might ask? Ahhhhh Donna. Donna was my first affair. The first lover I ever met off Ashley
Madison. We carried on for about a year
and then her husband’s job transferred her out of state. We’d still kept in contact, but rarely. And you’re probably saying to yourself “OK
Bill – Donna was your first. Now there’s
Marney. Exactly how many mistresses have
you had?” And I can humbly say that
number would be 1 short of a dozen. And
now I’m sure there’s even more eye-rolling as you’re reading this and you’re
probably cueing up Shania Twain’s ditty in your head -
“Okay. So
you’re Tiger Woods. That don’t impress
me much.”
Back to Donna’s
text. And it’s says “I’m in town today
for a conference that doesn’t start until 10.
Do you have time for coffee?” And
before I respond, the wheels start turning in my head. Damn, I have Marney waiting for me in the
Target parking lot, but this is DONNA we’re talking here. She’s been gone for so long and she never
gets to my town. This is a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity. Now Donna has no idea my
family has left on vacation, but I’m sure it won’t take much arm-twisting to
get her back to my house. But first I
have to deal with Marney. So I reply to
Donna “Hi baby! Great to hear from you.
I’d love to see you. I’ll meet you at the Starbucks on XXXX, but give me
30 minutes.” And she replies in the
affirmative.
Now that gives
me 30 minutes to stop and see Marney in the Target parking lot and tell her
I've totally chickened out and I can't go through with bringing her back to the
house as its too sacred and I think my wife suspects something is up and blah-blah-blah
all kinds of other bullshit. So Marney is surprisingly good about it and heads
out on her way to work. And I get to the Starbuck’s and there's Donna sitting
in her car in the parking lot. I pull
up next to her, roll down my window and after our standard hello’s I say “As
luck would have it, I happen to have an empty house right now.” And she sees the twinkle in my eye and she
lights up like a Christmas tree!! You
see Donna always had this edge to her – she always wanted to rub my wife’s nose
in the fact that she was giving me all the raunchy, dirty sex my wife never
did. And she wanted nothing more than to
fuck me in my house right where my wife lives her day-to-day. So needless to say, Donna was wet before she
even hopped in the passenger seat for the ride back to my house.
Now we don’t
have a whole lot of time since Donna needs to be at the conference before 10,
so as soon as the garage door closes shut and we get inside the house we start
kissing wildly ... And tongues are tangling and spit is swapped and hands are
roaming and cocks are hard and pussies are wet and before you know it, we're
both naked on my leather couch. But
before I fuck her, I’ll be damned if I’m not going to eat that pussy. I don’t give a fuck WHAT TIME the conference
starts, but I’m sure as hell not passing up the opportunity to enjoy the finest
tasting pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating. So I dive right in and just like old times,
as soon as I get that 2nd finger inside massaging her G-spot while
my tongue continues to work her clit, Donna explodes in orgasm and I have a
face full of her delicious juices. But
obviously we’re not done yet. I pull myself up and while I love fucking doggie,
this isn’t the time or the place. I want
to kiss Donna passionately with the taste of her own juices still on my lips,
and gaze into her eyes as I’m sliding my now rock-hard cock inside her. So I take her missionary. Starting out slow and deliberate, but in no
time I pick up the pace and I’m pounding the living shit out of her. And it
isn't long before Donna’s writhing and moaning in orgasmic bliss and I've
exploded my creamy load deep inside her...
Fantasy #1 -
Fuck a lover in my own family room. On the leather couch. CHECK!!!!!!!!!
But little did
I know my day had just begun.
So after a
little post-fuck conversation, we get dressed and get out the door so I can
take her back to her car at Starbuck’s so she can be on her way to the
conference. I offered a shower, but she
declined as she wanted to carry the scent of our sex around with her all day. That’s my Donna! But before she speeds away she wanted to know
if I’d like to grab a bite to eat with her after the conference and before she
catches the flight home. All on the
company expense account, of course. And
I figured OK, I've already blown it with Marney, I've already fulfilled a
fantasy, so I might as well get a free dinner with it.
So I spend the
rest of my day packing for my trip the next day and then around 5 I head out to
meet Donna at a sports bar downtown. And
here's where it gets interesting. While we’re having dinner and drinks, Marney
is texting me "You sure we can't do this? I'd really like to see you. I
really need a good fucking and I would love your tongue and face all over my
cunt. I shaved my pussy and everything this morning”. So I excuse myself to the men’s room and answer
her texts, still playing up the “I really can't do this”, i.e., cold feet
response, but I know damn well it won’t be long before my cock takes over my
brain and sure enough I finally say "OK, I'll meet you in the Target
parking lot at 9pm. See you there." So I make up an excuse for Donna
"Yawwwwwwwwnnnnn baby ... I'm
really tired and I have a 7am flight (I really did!!). I better get home and get some shut eye
..." And we part ways.
So I get to the
Target lot by 9pm, pick Marney up, and it’s off to my house. And we pick up a
couple bottles of wine, and before long all the lights in the house are out,
the fireplace is roaring, and we're totally naked on that same leather couch
where I just fucked Donna about 12 hours prior. And I have 70s classic rock
blasting from the stereo as I've always wanted to get drunk, get naked and fuck
to ELO. Don't ask me why!!! But there we were on the family room floor, a dark
house, and I'm fucking her doggie to ELO's "You gotta Slowwww Down, Sweet
Talkin' Woman .. You got me runnin' .. you got me searchin....." And I'm
thrusting to the beat of the music and I have my glass of Pinot Grigot resting
on her back as I'm fucking her. OK, it would be much manlier if I had a bottle
of Guinness Stout balanced on her ass, but no -- it was a sissy glass of wine.
Fantasy #2 -
Fuck two women who aren't my wife in one day. CHECK!!!!!!
So around
midnight, I decide I better cum and get her out of the house as I do have to
get up at 4:30am for the 7am flight. So I blow my load, then start getting
anxious, almost pushing her out the door. Yeah I know -- I'm an asshole!! And
she's getting dressed, collecting her shit and we do one last check to make
sure she didn't leave anything behind, and I take her back to the parking lot and
she'd be on her way home to hubby.
Wrong.
I get back
home, climb in bed and my cell phone rings. Its 1am. It’s Marney. "I left
my cell phone at your house". Oh yeah, then how are you calling me?? Well
she says she's calling me on her personal cell, it’s the work cell she left in
my house and she HAS to have it. So I tell her I'll look around and then bring
it up to her in the parking lot. Well I look high and low and I can't find it
anywhere. Not in the family room. Not in the bathroom. Not in the garage. Nowhere. So I call and tell her that. But she
won't take no for an answer. And by now she's hammered and crying because
she'll get fired if she doesn't have that phone. And her husband by now I'm
sure is wondering where the fuck she is. So I look again. And again. But
nothing. And she keeps calling. And I hang up. And she calls again. And I yell
at her I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUCKING PHONE!!! GO HOME!!!!! By this time it’s after
2am. Finally she gives up calling, and I get about 2 hours sleep.
So I get up at
4:30am, shower and start making my way to the airport. But first I take a swing
by the Target and SHE'S STILL THERE IN
THE PARKING LOT AT 5:30AM!!!!!!! But hell no, I'm not stopping!!! I buzz right
past her and think to myself "fuck her, if I stop she'll never let me get
out of here". So I get to the airport and before too long I'm bound for
Phoenix with a layover in Baltimore. And as I'm sitting there at the gate at
BWI, I get a text. Its Marney. "I found my phone. It
was wedged under the passenger seat. And
by the way, that was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my fucking life!”
Yeah, me
too. Twice!!!
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