Sharing is Caring in A Champagne Life

  • Aug. 4, 2015, 8:27 p.m.
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I suppose that it was a somewhat eventful weekend. Friday night we just went out to dinner and then came home to fuck and sleep.

Saturday I had no children, the boy was at work, and so I basically did nothing. I did masturbate for two hours while looking at preggo teens lactating.

When the boy got home, we sexed, showered and got ready to go to a very uneventful birthday party for a friend. I love my friends, but some of them lead such boring lives, it almost pains me to go to these events. At least there was some decent food, and lots of liquor. I had brought the Molly with plans of going dancing after the party. Since I planned on getting messed up, I didn’t want to drink too much as well.

A couple of friends had brought their three month old baby girl to the party. My ovaries hurt a little. Then I remembered my plans for the evening and how much they wouldn’t be possible and figured waiting a while for another baby is best.

The boy spent a good part of the evening on my phone talking to two girls on Tinder. I guess because I have had numerous threesomes, my motivation to have another is only mediocre. On the other hand, he had never done it and was very excited to try.

Somehow, I left the party with a bag full of pot brownies. I don’t even really like pot. I will only ever use edibles. I will not smoke, I find it nasty. Even though I have mentioned some form of drugs in each entry, it really is a rare occurrence. I generally don’t have the time for it and feel too old to be dabbling in those things anyway.

We headed home with plans to take the Molly and then go dancing. However, just after we took the Molly it became evident that one of the girls on Tinder, the one I found the hottest, wanted to come over. She had been smoking with her friend and wanted to play with us.

(So for those not familiar with Molly it is basically pure MDMA and works very similar to ecstasy. )

I freshened up and removed any children’s toys from the bedroom. Then I laid down and chilled out while the boy freaked out over cleaning the house. He clearly had no experience with hook ups. No one is examining your house. I mean, I wouldn’t want it to be filthy but the clutter isn’t going to turn anyone away. I pretty much never fussed when I booty called people in the past. I offered them a drink and then brought them to my room to hang out and fuck. I’m not trying to impress anyone.

So, this girl, we will call her Abby, showed up. She was crazy high and as dumb as 19 year old girls come. However, she had a hot thick body, big tits and really pretty face. I initiated with her and I pretty much guided everyone through the whole thing. She squirted like crazy when I went down on her. Like a TON! I pulled the boy down to taste. He loved it.

She fucked like a 19 year old. Nothing too impressive. She could barely suck dick. Her eyes almost popped out when she saw me deep throat. Granted, the boy has a very big cock. I guess it is pretty impressive, especially to someone without much experience. I’ve taught him how I like to fuck, so now I am basically in love with his dick.

It was fun. We played for quite a while before she had to go home because her dad kept texting her that it was late. She wants to come over and play again, so I guess that will be a thing before she goes back to college.

Sunday I could not get up. At. All. We finally got our asses in the shower around noon. We then headed out east to visit the boys parents. They are really nice, quirky and what feels like a thousand years old. I mean I guess the boy is the youngest in his family and he is turning 39.

Now it is back to the usual with the kids. The girls came home Monday morning. We spent today with the neighbors. They go back to their dads Wednesday night and then Thursday night, but are with me this weekend. Since I will be child free Wednesday night, the boy and I invited a different girl over for drinks. We will see how that goes. I’m not really into her but I’ll take one for the team.

And yeah, that’s about it. I need a nap.


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