Date of Destiny

Fifty plus hours of no Rock to touch and spoil and counting and my thoughts drift back to our first date.

While serious I had little to no expectations of meeting someone when I filled out my profile on a kinky sex personal site. I was still stripping and knew the odds just from that made the chance of any actual serious connection to be remote. But I tried it anyway and put in my profile rather direct that I was looking for a man who wanted to actually acknowledge sex was important and to be put out front in the relationship and could objectify me on a severe level on that aspect. Rock’s profile was of wanting an extreme acting slut that would have many partners.

Now at the time I thought of myself as a monogamous woman and even today part of me still thinks that. At the time reading his profile I had never heard of what was a hotwife and my thought when I heard the word cuckold was of a wimpy man who sucked in bed so his woman stepped out on him and chastised him for that and I certainly had no interest in that. But his message to me oozed passion for all things slutty and sex and Rock still came off as a level headed serious guy. 

Everyone I have ever talked to about online dating that have had positive results for the most part have said the same thing, that from the first message they knew there was something there. Whether from some connection or the feeling and passion conveyed in important areas that from the start there is little doubt in our minds we are getting a real person and not a cyber created version of someone. That is what Rock and I had with each other. From the start the words came effortlessly to type or speak. Topics went from normal to detailed sexual ones with mutual ease and interests from both of us. The word natural always sticks in my mind like we were two long time friends with no secrets between us.

We met for lunch a week and a half after first contact on a Saturday. We lived four plus hours away so this was about as quick as it could have been. We did the whole meet in public lunch thing like good meet in cyber safety people. I even had not rearranged my work schedule which had me working that night, although I had aligned up a friend to substitute and clear it with the boss just in case.

I will never forget seeing him as I walked toward the door where he was standing. Pictures can lie sometimes because of the one who sends them and sometimes because they just can. His pictures had not done him justice. I have one body type that always does it for me and Rock had it. Athletic is cool, skinny sucks and fat ranges in between those two but thick in a not too muscled but not too flabby, tall and black and my panties are instantly soaked. There is just nothing not to lust after about that combination and Rock had it all. There is nothing not to lust at about a man that towers over me and when fucking me missionary style feels like he is absorbing all of me into him. His arms were huge and his hand matched his body. I was in deep trouble right from the start.

Now there are three types of men that go after strippers. 

1) The sexually repressed or troubled man. These are men that can only marry and think of their other in a Virgin Mary sort of way so sex is for dirty women and strippers are dirty. They treat us like crap and most dancers avoid these losers at all costs. These are also the men fooled into delusional thoughts they are going to rescue the poor dancer because their cock only wants to act in a noble way when they are really just after young pussy.

2) The laid back casual looking wanting to just have a good time, not just sex, guy. They are not looking for anything serious and enjoy being around women that sex is so out there. They can treat a dancer as a woman who happens to strip and enjoy and accept being in and around that way of life instead of just thinking of her as a stripper and little else. Dancers love these guys and they can usually get all the pussy they can handle.

3) Guys who are open to in fact going after a long term relationship. These are open to or just flat out attracted to strippers because they have sex on the brain and/or have had bad relationships with sexually repressed/low sex drive types. This group also includes men with abnormal occupations that are often stressed filled that look for a woman that gets it and understand and does not mind sex being often a stress relief outlet for them.

So which was Rock was what I was mainly trying to figure out when we sat down for lunch. This need to know which had me trying to check the sexual urges and play harder to get then my normal personality and actions. On the other side of the table Rock was trying to be the perfect gentleman and show he care for all of me and not just about sex since we met on such a site. 

I lasted roughly a half hour with my mind still having coherent thoughts. Rock was one of those special men, the guy who exuded that special quiet confidence. That special way of no agenda, self boasting or manipulative goals with his words but just words of conviction and integrity no matter what the subject from admitting something embarrassing to his biggest sports achievement as a kid. The type of guy that ask for a blow job in the same confident yet classy way someone might ask for one to pass the ketchup.

Roughly a half hour in is when the mind stopped processing information and just started to have filthy thoughts of this man in bed. Rock insists that I engaged him in quality conversation for the rest of that lunch but I really do not think I could have and he is just stayed committed to his lie over the years now when we talk about it. The lunch lasted about an hour and a half and at which time according to Rock I said exactly “would you like to come back to my apartment and fuck me silly”. 

I remember driving back to my apartment with him following behind being afraid he would lose me or just decide I was not worth it and drive away. Of course he did not and once inside there were no more sentences to be spoken or heard as we immediately went at it like animals in super heat. There was no softness/making love and there was not emotional intimacy being nurtured it was frantic, hard and animalistic. He did not grab a tit to arouse me but grabbed it because he damn well wanted to. I did not suck his cock to please him I sucked it because I had to taste it or die. It went fast with no written erotica embellishments like his hard cock worked me over for an hour before unleashing its load and must of lasted not more then twenty minutes from the closing of the door to us looking into each other eyes and thinking hell yeah!

The afterward while waiting for round two my brain came back and realized this is a guy I just might be able to fall completely for and I most certainly placed the call to my friend to let her know she could have my premium shift for that night.

Not Much of a Torpedo

Woke up yesterday morning by being lightly caressed by Rock that worked itself into for a quick bit a nice roll in the hay that is always a great way to wake up. Why quick because Rock was in his term “priming the pump” and he pulled out of me before I was about to orgasm for the first time of the day and had me finish him off by sucking him off. The reason Rock did this because he knew I was going to visit Navy man today and he thinks it is cute to do this when he knows I have a date during the day.

I was to meet Navy man for a late lunch so my morning consisted of the routine type things, meditate, work out and household chores. Getting ready for the date was semi-rushed due to the fact I am not the best at keeping time. I tend to be on time but it is more often then not a close call. 

Perhaps the combination of not yet warm but no really cold, in the middle of a workday not working is the perfect storm of making it difficult to choose what to wear. I wanted Navy man to not see me as a married fellow social worker but as a willing piece of ass but did not want to be so overt to make him or others not use to seeing someone yet with skimpy clothing on. I finally settles on a navy blue and white ( coincidence only) sleeveless shirtdress with enough buttons undone to try to get my tits to express “I need some attention” while not looking like a hooker confused what time it is.

I do not really get nervous when I go out on these ventures. I read and hear from other women when they go on regular dates or from other hotwives and it seem that some nerves would add to the excitement. I generally feel horny of course but overall I would guess I feel like more times then not fairly calm and collected. I usually know within minutes if the date ends with me out of my clothes or not and I think I try not to get worked up one way or the other so whichever happens is ok. But not this one as I was just excited and horny as all hell to do him and the hour and twenty minute drive took forever.

We met at a very nice restaurant which relaxed me as I did not feel like I was dressed in a weird way and was surprised as well. I had not distorted this man’s sexy piercing blue eyes. He must have to turn them away and I think why is he with me then. Now I can talk about social work and foster children all day long but not when visions of the man before me bending me over and fucking me are dancing in my head. But that is what we start out talking about and he has such a passion for it that he stills turns me on. I think to myself if I could just ditch my clothes now would be so much easier.

Lunch was nice and I did get him to talk about other things and flirt a little. As lunch was ending there was the usual dance in this circumstance, will he ask me back to his place or do I have to be more direct. Strike one happens despite hinting and flirting up a storm I have to be direct. Sometimes I will be more playful and do it in a more sexual way but when the flirting has not worked so far I just ask if we should go back to his place. Good news is he really liked the idea.

Ok three things always happen when arriving back to the man’s place. 1) They act almost like it is the start of a brand new date. 2) They act like you have already given the green light and somehow despite being many minutes in a car and in this case two cars that I am all hot, worked up and ready to go. 3) They are sane and understand they are getting the green light to try to go after it but need to warm me up before the big moves. 

Navy man was unfortunately number 1 and that was strike two. When we got back to his place I sat on the couch and instead of sitting next to me chose to sit in a chair next to the couch ugh! After about ten minutes of conversation and one maybe two confused people I decided it was up to me and in a now or never move got up and playfully sat in his lap. That is when the light bulb finally when on in his head and we started up.

Now I had a career of sitting in a man’s lap and wiggling so I kind of can tell a lot of things as I suspect most if not all women can. Well as we were kissing like horny teenagers and his hand all over my tits I kept on wiggling hoping to feel a nice hard dick at some point. While I did feel something I started to worry about the initial impression. It was time for a closer inspection and I slowly slid down to between his legs and started to get him out of his pants. When I finally cock to bare his cock and see that it was in fact hard as a rock I had unfortunately found strike three.

Now I am not remotely a size queen and I am the believer it is not the size but how am an uses it. But you still have to have enough size to have some options in how you can use it and unfortunately for Navy man his options were quite limited. But I am a giver, a slut or probably in some combination I was not about to hurt his feelings and stop as there was surely fun to be had so I started to give him some very enjoyable oral. Strike four as he came probably less then a minute. 

Well I am going to not drag this out. We did get around to round two where he showed he was quite capable of giving quality oral and that was great. I did fuck him or least I think I did, just kidding it was not that small but not where a woman could ever really feel fucked though. But by the time round two was over I think we both knew that this was going to be a one time thing. I am not opposed to playing with him again because he was really nice and cute but I do not think I would go out of my way though.

Got home and told Rock about my day and Rock ever the optimist pointed out I should be thankful for his gift and I politely reminded him I am grateful everyday for it and next time to keep fucking me in the morning!

If It Wasn’t Hard

No this entry is not an ode to a hard cock although I am sure I will write about that soon. No the title was meant to refer to “If it wasn’t hard it would not be worth it”.

I am going on a date tonight. I hate dates. For me the seduction, chase and all the dressings to get someone in bed is work for the reward of sex. I can sometimes enjoy these things but mostly it is like working out to keep an attractive figure, the working out is not enjoyable but the benefits of it more then make up for working out and make it far easier to do. I am all about enjoying physical foreplay and hardcore sex then any of the flirting or will we or won’t we stuff that goes on. 

This is why I enjoy regulars. To become a regular for me is for the man to be able to reduce me to pretty much just a sexual object to be used. Sounds like many of men fantasies of I am horny I will just get with this woman and be done a short time later. But many men are just not like that. They like much of the romance and dating things as well as most women just maybe not to the degree.

As spring comes I have to get my ass in gear. I am really only down to one actual regular man. Rebound does not really count as he is practically family and has had me so many times that Rock does not get a special charge out of me doing him. So I am not holding my end up of our commitment we made in our marriage if I was just to rely on just one or two regulars and friend fucking. 

I dislike the word cuckold. Most who think that work think of either a poor schlep who does not know his wife is stepping out on him or some submissive man who is getting humiliated and/or cannot please his other sexually so she fucks other men. Certainly by definition most women even women like me who cheat with full encouragement of their spouse makes their men cuckolds. But I have a hang up as Rock is wonderfully awesome in the sack and habitually proud and turned on when I fuck other men which is far from humiliated. Hell he loves people knowing us that his wife is a cheap slut. Maybe the best way to put this is he gets far more turned on to see me with dried cum on some part of my face or tit area, my hair all messed up and reeking of just got seriously fucked then for me to spend hours looking my best and wait for him in some new lingerie with candles lit in our bedroom. In fact if their was makeup sold to simulate dried cum, perfume that smelled like stale after the fact sex and hair product to get that morning tramp coming home look he would so have me look like that 24/7.

Rock loves when I am fucking behind his back. In fact our biggest problem and my biggest obstacle when we started to take this seriously was doing this. One of the things he really likes is for me not to give him any clues until after the fact. Sure there are sometimes signs and obvious actions. I will walk out of our home tonight dressed to impress and not like it is going to be a ladies night out. But I have not done this that often and most of my behind the back non regular action has been spontaneous. But that is why I need to make a better effort. Rock still is getting more of a thrill from my blowjob to the furnace guy in the morning and hotel romp in the afternoon with a relative stranger a month or so ago then the fun we this past Saturday when it was the normal group. 

So here is to working it to get laid. Because without the work it might not be worth it and at least Rock will appreciate the possibility if the date turns out to be nothing.