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I want to make a video or take some pics but I can't at the moment, so will just tell you about yesterday. It was kind of a hot disaster. Yesterday was fun and a disaster all at the same time. I somewhat got caught fucking someones husband. His wife made a scene in front of a large amount of people that I didn't know, she did, but not me. It was awkward and I had to leave. I was kind of a one chick show at this place and the friend I went with abandoned me support wise. So I had to slink out of there while being screamed at and bombarded with every slur in the book. Look. I did it. I knew I shouldn't have but I did it anyway. I couldn't help it. He was cute, mid 40's, nothing to write home about body wise, but he was fun to talk to. The talk got on to the subject of sex. After being asked I admitted that I had been to nude beaches and swinger clubs. He explained how he wanted to watch his wife walk around on a nude beach and would be even hotter to see her dance nude in front of a crowd. I asked him what was stopping them and he said she wasn't interested in sex anymore and she got angry when he brought it up. Was he being truthful? I couldn't say either way. He asked me if I would do it for my husband if I had one. Duh. Of course I would and I told him so. It just went from there and I got wet. I can't help it. I can't stop myself from getting turned on. Can anyone? I'm sure whack job can but it isn't me. Anyway, his wife and a large group of people went out back on the porch. He asked to show me the rest of his house and I agreed. I'm not stupid. I knew what he meant. I wanted to fuck him. So I went. I fucked him in his bed. It took all of a minute if that. I pulled my jeans down, bent over his bed, he slipped it in and about 30 seconds later I felt him pull out and then his warm jizz hitting my back. Complete disappointment. We didn't even get started. By the time I even got off the bed he had his pants up, zipped, shirt, adjusted, and was fixing his hair. He was done. That's when things got dicey. His wife and some other people were taking an actual tour and we could hear them coming. So I pulled up my pants, pulled my shirt down over his puddles of sperm that were now running down my back and ass crack and just about that time his wife opened the door. I didn't admit to anything and neither did he but we didn't have to. She knew. Everyone knew. That's when the angry name calling began. I earned it. I fucked her husband, if you could call it a fuck, in her own bed. The bed she would have to sleep in knowing another woman emptied her husbands testicles just hours before in it. All I did was bend over, he emptied himself in record time, but the end result is the same. Her husband put his penis inside of another woman's body in her bed. That woman being me. I don't know this lady. Never met her before yesterday and even then only to exchange introductions. Then I introduced her husbands dick to my guts. I'm not a great guest. At least for her. So I walked out of the house with her chasing behind me yelling and screaming. She followed me to my Jeep, down the driveway and flipped me the finger until I turned the corner and was gone. All of this would have been worth it if the sex was good. It wasn't. It wasn't even sex. Well, it was for him, but for me it was just a poke and a mess of snotty jizz on my back that I had to clean up when I got home. It's highly possible, this is why his wife isn't interested in sex anymore. I don't know. Who am I to say? I should of kept my pussy in my pants and just enjoyed the day. I didn't. So not only did I get a lousy fuck, I lost a friend and made a bunch of new enemies. I have zero idea what happened to him. I haven't heard from anyone about it and I'm not going to initiate the call to find out. He knew damn well what he was getting into and I didn't talk him into anything. He thought he was talking me into something. He probably didn't expect me to put my pussy up in the air so easily, but he did nothing to turn it down. So, whatever happens to him, it's on him. This is going to make me sound like an awful person, but the thing I'm upset about the most is the lousy fuck. This could have been one of those epic, memorable experiences if I had a mind blasting orgasm just as they walked in. I didn't. I got nothing but a scolding and an awkward walk through a house as I tried to leave. I can't even find a way to masturbate to this one. I need to call Scott and get a good fuck in. That will make me feel better. Yes. That is what I'm going to do.