Abercrombie boy comes back!

Tuesday mornings are my favorites, because I don't have a single thing on my schedule. I usually just have breakfast and go to the gym and run errands.

Today was completely different.

"Abercrombie" texted me and said he wanted to come by after his class.

Now you may remember right here http://weswing-naughtyanna.blogspot.com/2015/09/hotel-room-fun.html I got a hotel room and fucked him and he took a bunch of pictures of me. He was the hottest guy I'd ever been with and nicknamed him "Abercrombie" because he looks like he could be one of their models.

I was having my coffee and grapefruit when that familiar chime rang on my cell.

It was HIM!!! ABERCROMBIE!!

He was in class and wanted to come over after!

I said, "that would be hot".

He was here 20 minutes later. I didn't have enough time to get gussied up. I took a quick shower and slapped on some foundation and ran the flat iron through my hair.

And then he was here.

He was so much nicer and sweeter than that night in the hotel room, where I felt he was kind of a jerk. This time he seemed so much more into me, calmer and unhurried, direct eye contact constantly. He was so complimentary too. He said I "didn't need any time to get ready" because I was already beautiful! That was all I needed to hear.

When he came in, he was at ease and smiling. My dog came and approved right away LOL and he was sweet to my dog. We said our hi's and I made the first move and gave him a quick kiss and a hug. I did say something to him about being surprised to hear from him.

I said something about how I wasn't sure if he was going to come or not (given that he stood me up last time) and he said, "Oh, I got in trouble alcohol-wise, I'll tell you about that" so, it wasn't me!!! I just wonder why these guys can't just fucking text the next day (or that morning, or that evening) "hey blah blah blah happened I'm really sorry. Give me another chance?" He must've known I was the forgiving type, or just thought, "wtf might as well try her", and he did, and he struck gold.

He kind of hung his head ashamedly as he spoke, and I softened. As I led him up the stairs, he spanked me and I giggled. Despite having only had 15 minutes to get ready, I felt confident and excited to see him. His texts had really caught me completely off-guard. I had all but forgotten him.

When we got to my bedroom, he sat on the edge bed and waited for me to make the first move. He just stared at me through these cute dorky glasses I hadn't seen him wear before. He never took them off! Guess he wanted to see well :)

I started kissing him and unbuttoned his button-down shirt at the same time, while kissing him. I undid the last button and opened it up to reveal that rock-hard body of his. So fucking gorgeous. He pulled himself out of the sleeves as I pulled down his sweatpants. Such a cute college boy. Did I tell you he's only 20????!!!

All that was left was his boxers, Hanes stretchy, dark blue, with his totally hard, erect penis poking through. I could see how excited he was; the pre-cum had soaked through. It was so exciting. I couldn't wait to let it out but I love the build-up. I lightly scratched him with my fingernails up and down his body, admiring my Abercrombie boy. As his cock throbbed for my touch inside his boxers, I smiled at him and as he stared at me, I touched him all over, admiring his muscles. I told him I was "drinking him up" he was so delicious. I remembered how fast he had cum that night and knew once we got going it would be all over, and I didn't want it to be.

He was laid back on my bed, sort of a half-sitting up position, with his legs spread wide open for me. Nice big balls, nice nice nice big erect penis, his handsome face staring at me, his arms behind his head just totally vulnerable to me. I wanted a picture so badly and asked him if i could take one. He shook his head no, and I asked him what he did with the pics he took of me. He said they were "snaps" (Snapchat) and they were gone. I said okay, good, alright, hoping he was telling the truth.

I love the anticipation of seeing a guys' cock, and I like to delay that moment as long as possible. I loved how badly he wanted me. I began by kissing him, then kissing his neck and biting it gently (reassuring him I wouldn't leave marks), then worked my way over his chest, his nipples, his torso, his six-pack abs. Yes, just like "F", he's got a six-pack. I licked them and sucked and kissed his tummy and made my way down the "V" (yes, he's even got a "V") and when I got to the elastic of his boxers, slowly turned it down and let that huge cock out. I slid them off him (he helped) and I began by licking the inside of his thighs and up and around his balls, taking them in my mouth.

He squirmed and moaned, lightly rubbing my arms while I gave him a nice BJ. He told me at one point how good I was at "giving head". I answered that I was good at things I enjoyed doing ;) I loved to stop and just admire this perfect specimen of a man. At one point, I was caressing him, and said, "nice quads!!!" and he giggled and said, "thank you!" I'm sure all the girls go gaga over his abs but leave it to me to be different and compliment him on his thighs hehehe He hasn't an ounce of fat on his body. He is YUMMY.

He said if I kept it up he was going to cum, so I stopped and smiled and he asked where the condom was (we had discussed it earlier--I said I had some). I reached over to my nightstand, where I'd taken out two and had set them on top. I grabbed them both, tore them apart and proceeded to tear one open and I placed it on the tip of his penis. I said I wasn't sure if I was doing it right LOL and he said "oops, it's backwards" and helped me put in on him. AGAIN, SUPER HOT. I love it when a guy touches his own penis. Mmmmmm.

Soon as it was on, he lifted me up onto it and I started fucking him. Mmmmm. I loved the look of ecstasy on his face. He watched me fuck him and he said, "you have great tits". I thanked him and pushed them in his face for his to suck on them, which he did.

It seemed he was letting me call all the shots and I really love a guy to take control, so I said, "I love being told what to do.....I follow direction well", and he responded by telling me to "get on your knees, doggy-style", so that's what I did. I pulled him out of me by lifting myself off him and doing as he told me. He got behind me, grabbed me by my hips, and thrust that big cock into my vagina and fucked me hard. It felt hard and good and I was the one moaning by this time and all of a sudden he pulled out and said he'd cum.

He got up and stood there with the cum inside the condom, looking so sexy and vulnerable. He held it in his hand and of course, I was still so turned on. I wanted him to stay but he didn't offer and I wasn't going to say anything to be rejected. He took it off and I took it from him and flushed it. We got dressed together, chatting about what he's studying in college, and it was really nice. I felt good with him. I loved the way he was so nice to me, not dismissive like he'd been that night.  So calm and centered, so sweet and comfortable being with me. I felt like it was the beginning of an ongoing thing.

We chatted all the way downstairs, and walked to the front door. He said something about how "close I live" and that "Tuesdays are good for him", so that made me feel good. We kissed and hugged and said our goodbyes, and he walked out the front door.

Mmmmm I can still smell him on my hands.

I think I need to go finish myself off now.

Jordan's midnight visit

Well hello dear sexy readers! Sorry you haven't heard from me in a couple weeks. I had a bad cold and lost my voice so no podcasting recording. I missed  day of work too, and had to put my beautiful cat down (he was 13, lived a good life) so had a pretty shitty week. The weather has been mostly shitty too, which was good hahaha so I didn't feel I was missing out on anything!

I haven't had any juicy stories to tell--I know you didn't get to hear about Jordan's last visit so I will share that with you today. It's weird, it's like, now that he's been here 3 times, I'm feeling a little protective and weird sharing too much. It's like he's gone beyond just being a FWB and is more of a friend now, but it's ok if I write about him cuz he doesn't know I'm writing about him LOL and knowing him he's be pleased if he knew. (his ego is even bigger than mine).

My hubby was out of town and gave me permission to have my sexy lover come see me. He lives over an hour away, and said he loves the drive to my house. He said his dick gets hard the minute he gets in the shower knowing he's coming over, and it's hard the whole drive here (hehehee love it!!!)

Because it was cold out, I had him come through the garage. It was pitch black and I couldn't really see him LOL so I opened the blinds by the side door. OH!! I forgot to mention, it was around midnight. He had to work so he came after.

We were giggling as I pulled the drawstring on the blinds open to let in light from the outdoor bulb. I could see his happy face and big grin! We grabbed each other and pulled each other thisclose and started making out. Damn that guy is fucking sexy. He's got over 2000 followers on his Instagram, mostly female groupies that would give anything to be the girl standing in this garage making out with him, but he chooses ME!!!!! I still can't believe it. Every time he shows up I'm flabbergasted.

I finally led him by the hand into the house, and he took off his shoes by the doorway. Holding his hand, we chatted as we went upstairs to my bedroom. Once there, we just stripped down to nothing and went at it. We were like hungry wolves for each other.

I always take down his "man bun". His hair is down to his waist, and it's so soft and sexy. He is so fucking sexy. I honestly can't get enough of him. He's so small, and so am I, and we fit so well together. One thing I like about him is he loves to go down on me!!!! Fuck so many of these young guys either don't like it or don't know what to do down there or don't stay down there long enough. I tell you, my hubby should give most of these guys lessons!!! (oooo wouldn't THAT be fun???!!!) Jordan is the exception. I would love to get a pic of his face buried in my pussy. I take a handful of his hair and tease my nipples with it while he licks me. I can't help but giggle while I'm doing it, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. 

I love the way Jordan purred to me, "I don't "have sex" hon. I "make love". Mmmmmmm yummy. I love his small waist and his big dick. I love slurping it and licking his balls (completely manscaped, thank you Jordan!!!) and he is able to not-come so quickly it's over before it starts. He really is a great lover. I love going down on him; he's sooo appreciative. He grabs a hold of my hair as well and pulls on it just-so-tightly.

When I finally climbed on top of him, I could tell he wanted to get rough. He had one hand on my throat and it was so exciting. He held back though, but next time I'd love it to get rougher. I want to be black and blue! He just loves fucking me. We flipped each other over so many times and so many different positions, but what I love the most is realizing he never doggy-styles me. And I never really thought about it much till days after; I saw something online about how doggy-style is really so impersonal. No face-to-face with it. And interesting we've never done it that way! Which means....he likes being able to see my face!!! (yay!!!!) I love being on top, and he's so small I can put my whole arm around his waist and pull him close while I fuck him. God I'm getting so turned on writing this!!!! 

Finally he was on top, and I will never get that image out of my head (and hope to God I never do!!!) He had one hand on my hip, pulling me as close to him as he could, and the other on my throat. His beautiful, waterfall-blonde hair draped to one side and tickling my right breast, his head back in ecstasy. HOLY FUCK THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SEX GOD IN MY BED!!! I OWE YOU BIG TIME!!!! And we never use a condom. And we are both clean. Yay!!!

And here's the best part dear readers (if you're still reading this far, bless you!) HE SPENT THE NIGHT. No other guy has ever spent the night with me. And we've had an open marriage for 13 years or so. It's always a quickie, an hour or more here and there, but never overnight.

I SO wanted to have sex again with him in the morning, and a couple times I gently stroked his arm, his back, to see if he'd respond. He seemed totally sound asleep. It was soooo weird seeing another man in my husband's spot. I stared at him, just stared. I really couldn't believe he was still there. It felt good and strange all at the same time. It's really true how being with someone else is so enjoyable, but then I just miss my hubby so damned much. I felt ready to swap him out. LOL

So we didn't have sex, he didn't seem interested, but I had to rush him out. My daughter was home and I had to get her up and out for school. I couldn't let her accidentally see him, so by the time I got him awakened, there was no time. If I could've hidden his car (or thought ahead to move it down the street!) he could've stayed. I did have to work at 9 so there wouldn't have been much time, but I would've been late just to get one more fuck from him.

As he got dressed, again, I'm just staring at his smoking hot body. As he pulled his black skinny jeans on, I asked him, "what size are you?" he said, "Zero." YEAH. ZERO FOLKS. My skinny rocker boy. I drooled watching him dress and put that glorious hair back in a rubberband. 

I put on the sexy bra and panties I'd worn for him the night before back on, and had brushed my teeth before I woke him. We walked downstairs together; it was 6:15 am. He was sleepy and sexy. At the door we hugged and kissed and said our goodbyes. It's always bittersweet when a lover leaves; I think, "that was so awesome. And I'll never see him again." And when I do it's even sweeter.

And I dreamed that night that he got me pregnant. Oh maybe it's wishful thinking, cuz I know he's got a kid and wants another. And his baby mommy is such a bitch and I'd be the opposite. I told him about my dream via text and he didn't respond. :( sad face

LOL I probably scared him.

The amazing thing about seeing him again was, the last time we were together was October! He'd been seeing someone seriously, and that's why we hadn't seen each other. She'd dumped him, and he told me all about it. He was really devastated. He wants a relationship SO badly. I told him all about "F" and we commiserated with each other. I feel like we're becoming really good friends. And I love that I have no jealousies, in fact I EXPECT never to see him again every time after we are together. It's truly wonderful.

Yum.

A-Ha Moment

Well, if anything becoming a detective due to my husband's infidelities taught me, it's effective sleuthing! I have learned how to check on people. I can't reveal my ways but let's just say I know my way around the Internet. AND guess what I found??? I found a way to view F's Instagram (he blocked me from seeing it) and guess what?? He's back with his GF, the one who cheated on him. The one he laid in MY bed telling me about. Yep, and not only did I run into him twice in four days, BUT I miss him by sheer hours at the car wash as well! He'd posted a pic of his sports car just hours after I had gone there myself! Is this not the craziest irony??

But here's the kicker: He posted a pic of the two of them together and I can't write what they said (I've been warned about quoting off the Internet here) but suffice it to say they are still quite together. And the vacation he said he was taking? The one where he said, "YES we need to see each other def when I get back from vacation" is a road trip to Florida with HER!!!!!! 

I'm not stalking him because I'm a crazy bitch in love. I have learned that people lie. And the only way to get the truth is to do a little detective work because people who lie leave clues. And he's stupid--just like my husband was stupid---he thinks cuz he blocked me I can't see what he's up to. I CAN. AND I DO. 

And my lovely F has fallen off his pedestal.

I will not be an affair whore. That's not who I am. I know both their Facebooks still say they're "single" which is confusing but I guess we will see when he gets back if he contacts me. He obviously deleted my phone number because that last Saturday when I wrote him his text response was, "(my name) who?" Cuz I guess he knows a number of girls who have the same name as me. When he realized it was me he was very glad to hear from me.

There's one more piece of the puzzle.......guess what????

His GF "liked" another pic of me I posted on MY Instagram!!! I posted a pic of me flexing my bicep at the gym. Now you have to understand, she is not a "follower", but I guess my page isn't private so anyone can comment/follow me. This is the second time she's "liked" one of my pics.

And she "liked" it at approximately midnight Friday night. When she was with HIM. IN FLORIDA. PROBABLY LAYING IN BED WITH HIM. 

I can just imagine how the conversation went.

HER to F:  "Hey! Look at (my son's mom---that's how she knows me). Isn't she hot for her age?" 

She shows it to him. They're laying naked and she's showing him a pic of ME to him and commenting on how good I look.

F: (inside freaking out, dick getting hard, remembering our hot roll in the hay in MY bed) "yeah, I guess so" and acts all non-chalant. 

HER: clicks "like" and thinks nothing of it. 

After all, she suspects nothing. He's all hers. I'm just the mom of his friend who took prom pics of them three years ago. That's the last time she and I saw each other.

I found those pics yesterday on my laptop. I was curious how he looked. And that's when I realized it had been 3 years since I'd seen him, NOT two. He was only 16 (nearly 17) then. No wonder I didn't remember him. I didn't remember her either. I remembered only his dad's red Ferrari and how handsome my son looked in his tux. 

So.....I have all the information now. And as to why he didn't respond about the pic I took of our cars together? I'm guessing he just deleted it cuz he was with her. 

Which doesn't hurt my feelings one bit. I haven't done anything wrong. My hubby knows everything. Of course I tell him!! He knows how I feel about F and how upset I was. He's always picking up the pieces after these guys break my heart. At least now I know the TRUTH so he can't play me anymore.

He's soooo young. He's only 19. And she's only 18. They're so immature. I'm moving on and if and when he decides he wants to see me, he knows how to contact me. Of course I'll see him again. 

He knows where I live. 

And for the record, I'm talking to at least 6-8 different guys, and none of them are close to his looks and charm. He was great in bed and great out of bed too. He's def a hard act to follow.

I'll keep looking.

Sexy pics for you!

Good morning dear lovlies! Have you enjoyed the pics of my sexy men I posted just for you??? Aren't they delicious???? Feel free to leave me your comments!! And NO you cannot have their phone numbers!!!!

I still don't know when we will get to hook up though unfortunately. My hubby and I are still riding the fucking rollercoaster of his infidelities, and although things are going well, it is still too tenous to add other guys sadly. I do miss my hotties, but they have to be an addition to my life, not a substitute for my hubby. And right now we have to get solid before we go back to swinging again.

We do both miss it. It's just harder now. I'd be ok if he never wanted to be with another female, but how fair is that?? It's not, but hey, I didn't ask to be cheated on so that wasn't fair to ME. I allowed him to have HER but he lied and cheated on me behind my back about her so HE IS THE ONE THAT FUCKED IT ALL UP. 

I am working on me. We are talking more, counseling has been helping. I am trying to find my way. The cognitive dissonance of infidelity does SO much damage, if I can implore you all to be HONEST in every way with the significant other in your life. This whole notion of "trying to protect" them by withholding the truth only hurts worse when the truth finally comes out, and believe me, IT WILL COME OUT. It took 16 years for the truth of his first affair to come out, and it hurts worse and makes it that much harder to recover from. I look at him and wonder, "who the fuck is this person I've been married to all these years??" He's had this secret double life I had NO FUCKING IDEA about. Trying to rebuild trust is THAT much harder by his cowardice in not coming forward. 

If you've cheated on your significant other, I beg you to come clean RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE. They deserve to know. They deserve to be able to make their own choices and not have you manipulate them to stay with you. That is honestly the hardest part--I hate my husband for not giving me the opportunity to decide  FOR MYSELF if I wanted to stay with a cheater. He manipulated me into staying for 16 years by withholding the truth from me. How can I ever forgive him for that?? And, in addition, I gave up my friends, my family, my life, my kids' friends and life, to move clear across the country for him. Yes, it's been a good move, but that is because THAT IS WHO I AM. I MAKE THE BEST OF IT. I have moved with him over 8 times during our marriage, and if I'd known he'd cheated on me maybe I'd have divorced him 16 years ago. Or three, after the second affair. HE CHEATED ME OUT OF MAKING CHOICES.

So I implore you to remember this quote from survivinginfidelity.com---"The truth hurts, but lies hurt more."

Enjoy you life by living authentically.

Go and be happy my sexy readers.