It was 2:00 in the afternoon and I was exhausted. It had been a morning and afternoon of great sex This young girl had all the energy and right moves. She was in the bathroom cleaning up a bit. Her shift today started at 3:00 so she was in hustle mode. The last few hours had been fun for sure. I had packed my new strap on and fucked her to two orgasms. We had even smoked a little pot. It had been the LSU game my senior year at Ole Miss when Jeff and I last smoked pot together. But today I was game. This hippie chick artist was just what I needed. Taylor was tall and thin with awesome pancake tits and a dozen tattoos. And she lived in town so I can see her again.
I rolled out of bed, dressed, kissed Taylor goodbye and hopped out the door. Should I go home or have a drink? Ok, now I'm just getting crazy. I'm not single and I do have some responsibilities, so home it is.
It was a weird time in my life. The night before Jeff had actually gotten me off with an orgasm and the next day Taylor got me two. I love Jeff. We talk every morning about what our day brings and at night we talk about what actually happened that day. I do not think I'll tell him about Taylor...or Julie...or Anne.
On the drive home I replayed the afternoon. I called her early in the day: "Hey Lizzy. I was hoping you would call."
"So...what's up?"
"I'm at Aldo's at three. Why don't you come over? Now. Come now" she said with a giggle.
"I'm on my way."
She was a fun girl. 23 years old. From a little community that didn't have a stop light. She got naked and danced in the living room while smoking a refer. She pulled me to my feet and I danced with her. Two naked girls having fun. Kissing. Singing a song I had never heard. Kissing and fondling boobs and ass kissing and finally ending in her bed where we ate each others pussy, sucked on nipples and finally me fucking her with the strap on until she had to go to work and I went home. I thought about Taylor's young, lithe body. Her long legs wrapped around my back as I plowed her pussy. The look of pure pleasure on her face when she orgasmed. A whole new world had opened up to me thanks to Anne.
So what's next? I tell Jeff. He divorces me. He gets the house. I get an apartment in the arts district. And then what? Change my entire life, trade my friends for hippie girls. And my clubs, my church, just so I could eat pussy?
As far as Jeff is concerned, he has not missed one thing. His meals are hot, his shirts have been there just like before I rediscovered women. Why tell him? It's not fair to him either way. If I tell him he's crushed. If I don't and he finds out he'll be crushed and mad.
