FRED AND BILLIE
Within days Fred called again saying Billie heard all about what Willie and him did to me. Billie wants to fuck me too. Again Denny handed me the phone and I had to make the plans. He knows how I hate talking about meeting men for sex. Sometimes I get even by saying things he does not like. This was one of my ornery times.
Our schedule was already full of fuck buddies for at least a week or more. It's over an hour's drive just to get to that remote park and an hour back home. Besides we didn't really have time to meet anyone new for awhile. This all sounds like I'm a professional hooker or run a business.
I told Fred I'd call back and see when we could meet at the Gulf again. Fred interrupted and said we could meet at Willie's or Billie's house, they are closer. Denny told me no. We felt safer meeting at that park. So I told Fred my hubby said at the park or nowhere.
Our therapy at the gym was over so we had more time again. We redid our schedule and called one of our fuck buddies to move his time earlier so we could squeeze in Fred and Billie later that week around noon.
You see, we only write about the more exciting meetings. In between the ones you are reading about I get fucked by several others most days before and after these. I'm too old for this!
Denny had me call Fred back and explain we could meet him and Billie around noon on Thursday... or whatever day it was. Fred told me Willie and Billie were there and Willie was begging to come along again.
Without even asking Denny or hesitating I told Fred okay. Denny was pissed! Fred could hear him saying no but I told Fred to go ahead and bring them both then I hung up the phone. We argued and that's when I told Denny it's his fault for making me make all the plans to get fucked. I told you I got even!
Sometime later Fred called again telling us they'd bring lunch and beer. Again we met at the little park. This time the men decided we'd have more privacy down one of those other less used and more rutted little lanes to the Gulf.