Strange shit always seems to happen to me. I'm serious. MOST of it I feel I do NOT bring on myself.
For instance, in two difference instances at two different bars I've had guys come up to me or attempt to come up to me and jerk off on my leg. I was one and one with that. One guy succeeded while I was sitting at the bar and the other failed because my husband was able to intervene before he could get to me but..
See! Who does that?!
I have another example of a male stripper eating my pussy, while I was on stage, during an amateur nite at a strip club. I was the amateur. Shit got crazy and before I knew it his head was buried between my legs and he was eating the shit out of me. OK, that is a bad example. I may have had a hand in that, but THINGS LIKE THAT!
OK, here's another example that may better illustrate my point.
It's been several years ago during New Years. A group of us had all gone out and it was after the ball had dropped. People had separated and passed out and I ended up with a couple of friends of mine Patty and Stacy.
Patty and Stacy were sisters.The three of us had gone to high school together in a small town in the Midwest. The running joke was how small the town was and how everyone was related to everyone else in one way or another, by blood or marriage. I am not related to them as far as I know, but who knows. The gene pool was definitely spread thin where I come from. Not quite banjos and barefooted hillbillies, but not that far removed either.
We used to be closer when we were younger, but drifted as people do. We didn't drift that far since we still lived in the same small town, but we didn't get together regularly. This party was the first time I'd spent any real amount of time with them in quite a while. It was nice to get reacquainted.
Anyway, I'd lost track of my husband at some point during the evening and the three of us had been drinking and laughing for most of the night. I don't recall how we got there or who suggested it, but at some point we ended back up at Stacy's house.
Everyone was gone so Stacy got a bottle of wine and a few glasses. We sat around drinking more, talking about old times, and giggling and laughing. The conversation turned to sex as it usually does when there's a lot of alcohol involved and Patty confessed to trying to seduce my husband, when he was still my boyfriend, back in high school.
She mentioned one night we had all been together drinking and playing cards and she had her foot in his crotch the majority of the time playing footsie with his cock. My husband was from out of town, fresh blood, quite the catch, and the fact he was hung was no secret. Locker room talk spreads. He used to be embarrassed about it, but he grew out of it.
The night wore on, the alcohol kept flowing, the talk kept getting more illicit. Patty and Stacy were sitting next to each other on the couch and I had taken a spot on the floor in front on them. I don;t remember what we were talking about, but I do remember when Patty leaned over and kissed Stacy.
It was a kiss that at first didn't strike me as odd. It was quick-ish, but on the lips. I don't know about most families, but mine stopped kissing on the lips a while ago. So it sort of startled me. It was when they started looking at each other and talking, Patty started stroking Stacy's leg and not just a quick stroke. She was stroking her leg from the knee up to the thigh, the top of the thigh then slightly inside the thigh.
They seemed to have forgotten I was there and Patty leaned over and Stacy leaned in and they started kissing. Slow deep kissing and I saw tongue. I freaked the fuck out.
I know I was sitting there with my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. I was completely stunned not believing this shit. NO way shape or form was this ever even hinted at in all the time I'd known them. I tried to convince myself I was just really drunk, which I was, but I just sat and stared. This was happening.