Adventures from My Slut Diary: the Lap Dance
She can't get enough cum, or Big Black Cocks. All parties involved in this experience/story were over the age of eighteen years of age at the time. Please check the previous stories for the full experience.
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Well as I said in the first few stories I have posted, after going through our storage unit the wife and I had I ran across two large shoe boxes. One was full of her journals she named "My Slut Diary", the other full of numbered video tapes. This is her actual accounting of her experiences.
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My Slut Diary: the Lap Dance
This is a "He Said.. She Said" Experience as when I found my ex-wife Diaries I was able to read her side of this later. First I'll tell you how I saw it from my view.
HE SAID :
In our old apartment building we had an older man that was across the hall who lived alone. He was a 40 year old pretty tall, about 6' 6", well built black man. We talked to him a lot as he was pretty nice and friendly, me especially because we talked Football and he used to play semi-pro ball. Occasionally he would come over to talk or watch a movie or TV since he didn't have cable. Dude was a Dallas fan so we didn't really watch Football together though.
We had been talking outside because he walked up when I was routinely cleaning out my car. I do that when lucky enough to get the spot right in front of our building, cause we were on the ground floor in the front so I could run a extension cord out an vacuum it out.
He and I talked about a lot of things and I specifically pointed out a movie I had just saw by Tarantino called Death Proof. Part of a double feature with Planet Terror. I had been a fan of the main character forever in Death Proof though.
My ex pulled up, parked, got out looking hot as usually in her business clothes. Stop by us to say hello quick and mention she couldn't wait to get out of these clothes. Troy complemented her while checking her out. She came into the conversation when I was talking about the movie, and did one of those grabbing his arm and squeezing it moves to accentuate how she wanted him to come over later to watch it because she hadn't seen it yet. He said it would need to be after 10pm if that was good, he had paperwork from his job to take over. She smiled back and said no problem she stayed up late every night, but pointed out I may not make it though the movie starting that late because I always pooped out because I left for work much earlier in the mornings then she did.
She went into the building and Troy checked out her ass briefly as she walked in. I did also to be honest. He said he'd knock later, but he better get some food and get started on his paperwork. I finished up grabbed the vacuum then when back inside.
She already was changed into one of my t-shirts, which was long on her, and it looked like nothing under it. I mentioned she looked ready for bed already.
"No, I'm gonna do a little work out while you make dinner silly." then smiling at me she pulled up the shirt to reveal her skin tight spandex shorts and sports bra that barely held back her boobs.
"Good thing you have my shirt on cause you know I'd always wanna attack you when you got those on." I laughed and headed to the kitchen.
"Break out a bottle of wine with dinner tonight cause today was a rough day and I need to unwind some after working out out the stress." she sighed at me then headed to the bedroom.
Dinner was uneventful, just something light, some oversized salads with her having three whole glasses of the bottle wine I opened. She went over her day while we ate, then I went over my day at work also as usual. Time went by fast as she did the usual dinner clean up and I chilled on the couch. Next thing I know there was that knock on the door. I completely blacked out about Troy coming over for the movie.
"Hey. We're still on to hang out and watch that movie right?" asked Troy when I opened the doors let him in.
"Sure." I said but you felt pretty beat already tonight. By the time the movies were over I'd get barely five hours sleep before having to get ready for work again.
"You want a beer Troy." I asked motioning for him to relax on the loveseat we had next to the big couch to make a nice comfortable "L" shaped set up in the living room.
"That would be great I could use one for sure." he said. "I didn't get the chance to pick any up lately or I would have brought over, but I did have a bottle of wine I brought." then handed me the wine bottle. I didn't even notice he had it in his hand when he walked in I was so tired.
"Another dead soldier.." the wifey happily skipped out of the kitchen with the empty wine bottle, still in her workout clothes with my shirt over them, to hand me the bottle. "Just in time Troy." and she grabbed the new wine bottle from me. "Here get rid of this empty and I'll get Troy his beer." she gleefully smiled at me.
"Thanks Troy." she skipped back to the kitchen waving the new bottle. "I'm gonna pour me another big glass of this too." she laughed.
I went out the door to the hall then out the back building door to toss the bottle in the recycle bin. I thought she is probably drunk already and doesn't really need another glass of wine. I hope she can control herself tonight. We had just been through a rough patch after all the extra sexual adventures that had been going on. Some shit had hit the fan with all the crazy impromptu escapades she gets herself into. So we agreed we needed to work on just us for a while. Which had been going really well actually.
I came back in to see her giggling with another full glass of wine talking to Troy who was pounding down that beer she gave him. She was barely able to stand up straight and leaning over with him sitting on the loveseat.
"Troy said anytime we need him on Sundays for Softball he's definitely up for it again." she said enthusiastically as I walked back in the door.