Yay me! Look at me go! I'm not the kind of person with the most discipline or longest attention span, so I'm pretty pleased with myself to keep up the habit of this diary. Thanks to my encouraging girlfriends who said I should do it, and giving me encouragement after they've read the last couple of entries. Hello ladies!
March 2023
The beginning of March was super warm in Sydney with some record hot days. But March in Sydney is a change of the seasons. It's when the cooler whether starts. I can feel a change in the atmosphere of the city - It's like the party of Summer is over and its time to settle down and get back to work. I talked to Mum about how Summer is full of flirting and sex and then the city slows down in Autumn. Unusually, she actually engaged with me on the subject - she said that in Vietnam it was always hot and they all just fucked all year long, though she didn't use those words of course.
Even though the atmosphere changes, there is still plenty going on, and I've still managed some trips to the beach. For my first social weekend of the month I went out with my three best friends for a girls' night. We went to a classy wine bar and it wasn't too crowded or noisy so we could all speak freely. The main topic of the evening was these diaries, because they all know about it, so we talked sex stuff for most of the night.
My friend C is single like me but J and E both have live-in boyfriends. Anyway after they'd dissected my diaries and asked more in-depth questions, the conversation got onto our respective fantasies and wish-lists. All of them brought up the idea of a threesome (initiated from my best threesome ever last month) and they discussed pros and cons of MMF compared to FFM. I think both options are good. Anyway the conversation turned to a threesome with a father and son. I reminded them of one time way back when there was this guy I was dating and his dad. I had a short summary of the conversation here, but the reviewer at Literotica made me take it out because it's against the website rules apparently.
Anyway, the girls were laughing in a weird way until they let me in on the joke - which was that a few tables away (out of my line of sight) there was a father and son drinking wine and turning to look at our table all the time. I switched places with C and it was true - it was like they couldn't keep their eyes off us. They were both cute - Dad was about 50 and Son was about my age - maybe a little younger.
The girls said I should ask them if they were interested. Of course, they are all too timid to actually do anything about it. So I just went up alone and introduced myself and stood at their table to talk. It did
not
go well. Son kept on smiling at me but Dad took control of the conversation and asked what I wanted. He didn't really engage at all and just kept repeating, "What do you want?" and "Why did you come over here?" and "Can we help you?" in a really rude way.
They didn't even tell me their names. So after a short period of non-conversation, I just returned back to the girls, kinda humiliated. As always, my friends were really supportive and said some pretty mean things about them. They probably heard some of it because they finished up their drinks and left - not even looking back.
So to any single guys reading who might be having a hard time getting dates or hitting on the ladies - take heart - we all get rejected at one time or another! That sort of put a damper on the rest of the night so we just hung around and talked and drank the night away and then went home.
You might remember that I slept with my flatmate Jack last month (against house rules). It was just an opportunity for us to clean our pipes when we got steamed up hearing the sex from Tom's room. At least I thought that's all it was. But Jack has been acting kinda strange around me and I fear that he might be falling for me. Not good!
Mrs X came around again this month to visit my other flatmate Tom. Once again she arrives well after midnight and Tom hides her away as his secret fuck. I was already in bed when they started going for it but the noise woke me up pretty quick because our rooms share a wall. Jack knocked on my door and stuck his head in to let me know Tom and Mrs X were fucking (like I didn't already know!). Anyway, I think he was hoping that I would invite him in to fuck again. But I told him to go back to bed - there's only bad consequences that can happen from going back there. He remains a bit weird and flirty, so I hope it dies off soon.
Anyway - back to Tom and Mrs X. Tom and I have adjoining rooms at one end of the unit and share the main bathroom. Jack has a room at the other end with his own en suite. The morning after Mrs X had visited, I went to our bathroom and there on the bathroom cabinet are three gold rings. They could only belong to Mrs X. And putting two plus two together, there's the engagement, wedding and eternity rings. That means she's been married more than three years I guess. I tried them on (on my ring finger!) and they fit just right. Time for some fun!
So I "borrowed" the rings and wore them all day at work (but on my other hand). No-one really noticed - at least they didn't say anything. And when I got home I asked Tom if he was missing anything, and he said no. I asked if anyone else was missing anything, and he didn't have any idea what I was talking about until I showed him. He became pretty upset and demanded them back, but I said I just wanted to borrow them for the night. Of course, he said no, but then I raised this little secret I hold over him (that I'm not going to reveal here) and he relented when I agreed that he and Jack could come along too.
We all got dressed up, and I got made up, and I put on a dress that I think looked like the sexy wife look. Jack said that he would pretend to be my husband, but I said no way because that would just be leading him on further, and I told them that my cover would be that my husband is out of town on a work trip.
Then the three of us headed out to the Marble Bar which is one of our staples when we want to go upmarket. It was fun gauging the reactions of other guys when I was wearing the rings. I'm used to guys perving over my body instead of looking into my eyes, but wearing a wedding ring you can sense them scanning down your hand to try and work out if you're married.
The boys were buying most of the drinks that night, but I did go up to the bar a couple of times. I was expecting that a wedding ring would make me off-limits, but I think it did the opposite. I got more approaches than normal, but no-one raised the fact that I was married.
As I said, Jack has been getting pretty needy since we fucked, and at the Marble Bar he was getting really clingy. I needed to break away for a bit, so I took my cocktail and worked the room. I came to this mixed group of about 10 older people in cocktail suits and dresses. The best looking guy made a gap for me in the circle. He said they were having a shareholder meeting, which didn't really make sense, but they all thought that was pretty funny and laughed.
I introduced myself and they told me their names, but I don't really remember any of them - except for Mitch - the guy who let me in. They asked what I did, and I replied, "I'm just a housewife," and flashed my rings and that set off a conversation about modern life and work life balance and
bla bla bla
. They all showed their rings, and every single one of them was married. They asked where my husband was, and as per plan, I just said that he was away travelling for work.
The group must have been getting close to the end of their "shareholder meeting" or whatever it was, because a few of the really old ones excused themselves and left. And then Mitch asked if I'd like to go for a drink with him - and I remember this bit - "if it would be alright with your husband." So weird. I said that he would be fine with it and then we left together. I didn't say goodbye to the boys, but out on the street I sent them a Whatsapp to say I'd be home later.
Anyway, rather than a quiet drink, he led us to the Embassy, which was in full nightclub disco mode, and pretty packed, even though it was a weeknight. We didn't dance, but we found a table, and he ordered us champagne. We tried to talk for a bit but it was just too loud. But he did say to me, "You're not really married, are you?" so somehow he was on to me. I asked if he was "really married" or not, but he just avoided answering. One way or another, he ended up kissing me in the club, with just one of those little flirty kiss, and says he's staying nearby at a hotel, and I should come back with him. Why not! He was hot. I was not really married. If he didn't care about his wife, then it didn't really bother me either.
He led the way, taking me by the hand. We didn't say much, but he knew exactly where he was going, and it was only a short walk and we were standing in the foyer of the Sheraton at Hyde Park. I've never been there before, and it was a fucking awesome hotel.
When I tell my girlfriends stories like this, they always ask me if I was afraid that I might get attacked or raped or something by a stranger. But I think you can tell someone's character pretty quick from their face and the way they talk. And Mitch was obviously a safe guy. I've never really had any troubles before, except for one time, but I refuse to let that incident dictate my life.
We went up to the front desk together and he dealt with reception. I worked out pretty quick that he wasn't actually staying in the hotel at all, but he just booked a room for us for the night then and there. That's the sort of shit they do in movies - I've never actually done it myself. Anyway, he must have been loaded, and he was paying so who cares?
In the lift I felt a bit sorry for his wife, but the feeling didn't last long because when we got to the room, the wow factor took over. It was really nice with floor to ceiling windows and a great view over the park and the city beyond. I guessed that the mini bar was on his credit card too so I hit it pretty hard sucking down shots on those little bottles of spirits.
Mitch took his jacket and shirt off straight away. He had a nice olive tanned sort skin (maybe a little Italian), with black hair and a dark stubble. But his chest was totally smooth, and his body was really fucking hot. I asked him how he got so fit and he said that he did triathlons. That's super impressive to me because people who do triathlons are fucking freaks and train non stop. I can't even run.
