Love, Life, and Sex: A Time of Love and Plague – Part 2
A literotic sexstories: Love/life sex story of me pt. 2: A time of love and plague! by Lonethernet ,
The love/sex life story of me 2Hello, my name’s Heather and this will be a part 2 update of my love and sex life over the last few years. I’m no writer so if I hint at a story and go off on a tangent about a different story, it’s because this is stream-of-thought brain-to-mouth unfiltered stuff. This will not be as turbulent as part 1, which was only a period of 5 years or so and involved alot more group activities! I’m now a divorced party girl enjoying very early retirement in my own home. I have a few friends and regular romantic interests in my life but I still feel isolated all the time. Someone will have to explain it to me. I get along with guys better than girls but guys don’t want girls in their club all the time, it’s hard to be in their orbit platonically. Or maybe my promiscuous behavior deters long-term relationships.
When Mark and I separated it was amicable, he even gave me $5M kind of as a “settlement” even though I didn’t ask or push for anything, it was just to take care of myself in the future. We just weren’t together often enough and he felt obligated to come home across the whole PLANET more often than he needed just to see me, and it was making work difficult. It’s not because I was overly needy lol
I’ve been living in my wholly owned home a couple years, it’s 2 stories with a basement, an inset pool, jacuzzi and a wooden stilted back patio balcony… I have not taken care of the property like I should be lol but pushing a mower through 4 foot weeds on a 40 degree slope isn’t my idea of fun for example, and I’m cheap so I’m not going to hire regular staff. Besides I want to live simply and those other things mean employment, management and tax stuff apparently. Regular pool maintenance isn’t something I’ve ever thought about either, so awhile after I moved in it was all leafy with a bunch of dirt at the bottom. This summer I’ve been putting ads online for people to come do some yard work with the promise of “not necessarily monetary” reward. They kept getting taken down! But eventually through random meetings and conversation I did get a couple guys to come do yard work, pulling weeds, wacking, ect and they’re even willing to do it butt naked (not the weedwacking part) when I ask nicely. So as to not get their clothes dirty of course! And who wants to put on clean clothes while they’re dirty, so they’re naturally welcome to the shower if I get to watch… I have not done anything sexual with either of them because they’re married and not willing to go further. It would sound creepy to people if I were a guy but they’re not reluctant, they do it eagerly and love coming by. That’s just as far as they’re willing to go. I probably seem like the batshit crazy rich lady to them.
Now I have a pool boy to fulfill the cliche. He’s a “sleek” ladykilling athletic highschooler with curly hair hanging just past his ears. Very heart-throb. He does other peoples’ pools in the area and knows his stuff so he made a list of stuff I needed, the bottom cleaning robots, pH stuff, chlorine and distributers ect, and gave me an estimate so I pay him in cash and let him revamp my pool. It’s nice and clean NOW that it’s too rainy and cold to swim, but it’s covered for the time being and has the little robots on the bottom toiling unseen and unappreciated in darkness. I’ll test it out on the first day it’s warm enough. After hanging out and talking, and a little flirting, he kept coming around on the days he worked other houses even though he wasn’t needed here 
and one time while we were in my hot tub he was telling me about school, his girlfriend, somehow slipping into how she won’t try anal, and him making extra $ doing pool work. Another time while having dirty thoughts on my mind after our talks, I asked him to bleach clean my bathrooms and then I took a shower and let him watch. He had his dick out playing with it and was clearly not thinking of his gf then. I told him to strip and come help wash my back, which he happily did and he soon moved on to my my ass and between my legs all on his own. I crouched and washed his teen cock thoroughly giving it little kisses and looking up at him wet and then told him I’d give him what his girlfriend wouldn’t. There’s no better place for anal than the shower, even though I always clean up before a man comes around just in case. Not that he’s quite a man yet… I baby-oiled his dick and he did the same to my asshole before he buttfucked me there kneeling on the steps. I kept looking back at him, he was gorgeous with water streaming down his naked body and hair laying it down over his face, thrusting into my ass like that. He came inside me after just a few minutes, but since then we’ve been practiced a few times, especially in public places and different positions to improve his sustainability. There’s a real possibility of being caught some of the places where we do it which would get me in some serious trouble…
I dated a BBC Army officer for a few months. He was boring! He did not appreciate my history or skills at all, wanted me to be monogamous and settle down again too fast. By skills I mean he was never interested in anything that was too much fun. Just ride/suck. Never any variation or anything even approaching taboo. I never knew understood why girls didn’t like “controlling” guys because I thought I’d always liked that, but I realize how much freedom I’ve actually had and what they must have given up to be with me over the years. I’ve always liked dominant guys who make decisions about what we’re going to do this day or that; how I have to try this (food) because he knows I’ll like it, “no I already had plans today and they’re a surprise you’ll love them”, aggressively claiming me with PDA in public when others would look at me. I’ve been into Dom bedroom stuff forever obviously, but when I wanted to prowl around they would always allow it even if they didn’t like it. I guess I always surrendered control rather than them taking it. But Army Major (AM) didn’t let me do or get away with ANYTHING. R used to tell me about her husband embarrassing her in public by grabbing her arm and not letting her go, screaming at her and everything turning into a fight like if she wanted to have friends over, ect. Total control. He was kind of like that, telling me I couldn’t hang out with people he didn’t approve of and guilted me with “it wouldn’t be respectful if I did ___ to you, would it…” ect. He wasn’t afraid to chastise me in public either and not in a fun playful way. Like an adult screaming at a child who wasn’t getting what they wanted. We would just be having a conversation about what to get for dinner as an example, and he would blow up in the middle of the grocery store because it was mentioned offhand a week ago about something we made plans to have this or that for dinner early this week. Then he would embarrass me like “Did we or did we not have this conversation? Ooohhhh. Yes we did.” and in a condescending way. I was clear about who I am at the start but wouldn’t have cheated if he wasn’t ok with me seeing other people. To sum him up he was a no-fun, stick in the mud, missionary and marriage, God and country type. Marines are alot trashier and more fun. Sorry if you’re a marine :p
I am now seeing a couple fwbs, one cutie who speaks only in sarcasm and smartassery I really “like” who I met through friends and I’m opening up to freaky shit like trans threesomes, pegging, BDSM, public dogging ect, and he’s opening me up to guns… Lots of guns. And maybe some dynamite… And the other FWB is a cop! I just added this at the tail end of this paragraph because of the next story.
It’s 11/17/19 and I have to get last night (Saturday) down before I forget details. I had been out clubbing and drinking with my regular fwb (gunguy). When I was ready to go he wouldn’t let me take my car because I’d had a fair amount to drink. Eventually I convinced him with the help of some of his friends that I’d be fine… “I didn’t drink much/it’s been plenty of time/I’ve been chugging water/I know how to manage my drinking” ect. and wore him down into allowing me to leave. Well just 10 minutes from home and right as I was about to get off freeway I got pulled over for SPEEDING. Not swerving or anything related to drinking, just being stupid. I was freaking out because I thought I might blow a sobriety test. It was almost midnight and I’m on the side of the offramp when Officer N walks up. He’s pretty hot, probably 30ish around my age, probably military at some point cause he’s ripped and has that head stubble, all smiles and “yes ma’am, no ma’am.” I’m wearing a blue cocktail dress made to party, when he saw me he was all chatty and nervous which calmed me down and of course I was being a smart-ass. “Guess how fast you were going? Not fast enough clearly! Have you had anything to drink tonight? I’m down if you are!” we carried on for a little bit and I got my papers out for him, he went back to his truck and I saw he has another guy in there with him. When he came back he wanted me to do a field sobriety test and pass a breathalyzer, so I had to get out of the car and do the head pat belly rub stuff, admit I never learned my abc’s backwards, ask him if HE could stand on 1 foot in heels, the whole time were both laughing and messing around. When it came time to do the breathalyzer I flirtingly ignored it, put one hand on his chest and got right in his face, breathing hard and staring at his lips, rubbing against him, and asked him how he liked my breath. It sounds like an asshole thing to do but it was super hot and I clearly wasn’t the only one who thought so, I could feel his hard on against my hips. We’re there face to face both breathing hard, our lips brushing against each other with my hand on his chest and me pinned between him and my car. Sooo being kinda buzzed and confident I suggested he search me while he had a chance, remember while wearing a hide-nothing tiny dress so obviously I have bad intentions. It’s like 45 degrees out and I didn’t notice cause I was so hot and wet, also with some degree of blood in my alcohol… But at the suggestion, N said that’s the kind of thing he’d get in trouble for. So I asked him if his partner Officer P (whom I’d originally labeled P for partner because I forgot his name, but his name happens to start with P) would ruin it. He walked back to his window to talk to P in which he said I was “code something I didn’t remember at the time.” (I later learned it was code 8-18 blue, which is a locker room thing that every dept supposedly has and it’s different for all of them. It sounds officious and isn’t as blatant as “code 69” or something. 8 is for “section 8” or “crazy chick,” 18 means legal, and “blue” for blue balls which is the officer asking if he can levee sexual favors from a willing detainee or bragging about it discreetly in front of people depending on the situation.) Anyway the partner said to go for it and he came back to get me and put me in the back of their SUV… Where he fucked me senseless for like 45 minutes while his partner watched. No handcuffs were involved or anything and the car got pretty hot and uncomfortable with the heat on but it was awesome, especially with his pretty blonde partner there. I never even took off my dress, just lifted the hem above my hips to ride comfortably, pulled my panties to the side and dropped the straps off my shoulders to show off my tits to the other guy. If there weren’t a cage P probably would have been playing with them while I was riding his partner. After that familiar stiffening and slowing he was done and they said I STILL had to have someone pick me up, refusing to listen when I said I was only 10 minutes away and fine to drive. Since I was so close though N resigned to drive my car and they’d take me home. I had to ride in the SUV but they said I could sit up front at least. Before we even got back on the road P and I were talking about how I put on a good show and how he felt left out. I sat sideways in the seat looking at him, dramatically held my hands out in front of me and closed one eye like I was judging the distance between his belly and the steering wheel… Cuz that’s what I was doing and letting him know that. Before we made the first turn off that road his pants were clean off and on the floorboard. I teased and edged him for a little bit and stepped up my game making him cum in my mouth when he said we were turning onto my street, swallowing so there was no mess or explanations, and the whole time he had one hand squeezing, smacking and kneading my ass. I don’t think he wanted to finger me after watching me get fucked by his partner so he stayed away from my pussy and just played with my butt all the way home, but it was still nice… When we got there they hung out and talked to me for like half an hour before I had to go in because it was freezing, but I got N’s number. It turns out P is happily married :O At the end of the night I had gone drinking and dancing with friends, had an adventure getting pulled over, was involved in different sexual interactions with 2 strange men in a position of authority over me, and made a new fwb who I can’t wait to see again soon. My Saturday was fucking awesome
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