The last few weeks in Don't be asking

It feels like that weekend with Dani was a turning point. I’m not even sure why. It’s not as though I’m trying any more or less now that I was a month ago, but after a long stretch of feeling like I wasn’t having sex with anyone, now it’s almost more than I can handle. It feels a little weird to come here to write an entry chronicling all the sex I’ve had lately, but that’s what I want to do.

In the less than three weeks since I’ve written, I’ve had sex with Marty five times, with Raph three times, once with Mike, once with Joe, once with Dani, and I’ve had a threesome with Dani and her boyfriend.

Obviously, Marty stands out so I want to write about him first. He’s the guy I met at the munch who said he wasn’t really into BDSM as much as most of the other people that were there, but he’s really into having sex with married women, particularly when the husband knows about it. We also discovered he lives in my neighborhood, easy walking distance from home Part of my interest in this whole this is the BDSM aspect, so I wasn’t sure how much I would be into Marty, but I figured we’d probably hook up at some point.

The Monday after my last entry, my husband texted that he was going out after work with some coworkers and I starting thinking about how I didn’t want to spend the night at home alone, so Marty came to mind. I texted him a quick reminded of who I am since we hadn’t talked since the munch. After he said he remembered me, he responded, “want to come over tonight?”

It was that easy. So I texted my husband and said, “I’m going to fuck Marty tonight.” I used to be all about asking his permission first, but now I just tell him what I’m going to do.

I drove to his house even though I could have walked. When I got inside we talked for maybe 30 seconds before he took his dick out and suggested I suck it. I loved how forward he was. I mean, that was the reason I was there after all. We went to his bedroom and fucked for about an hour. I don’t think I’m exaggerating to say it was some of the best sex I’ve ever had. It caught me by surprise how much I liked it.

When we were done, I wanted to cuddle a little. He didn’t seem too interested, but he humored me for a while. I got dressed and left without really speaking much more to him. I walked out feeling super naughty and excited.

Three days later he texted and asked if I wanted to come over again. I went right over. If anything the sex was better the second time. I waited three days before I texted him and we fucked again. Three times in a week.

It was a week before we met up again. And the fifth time was this last Thursday. Thursday was the first time I really got him to cuddle with me after sex. I was laying there with him, gently rubbing his balls, and he said, “If you keep doing that, I’ll want to go again.” So we had sex again. I guess that means I’ve actually fucked him six times.

I don’t really know what to think about Marty. I don’t have any romantic feelings about him, but I think about fucking him all the time. I’m thinking about it right now. Maybe I’ll text him later today.

The first time I hung out with Raph he said we’d have sex the next time, so when I went to see him I was feeling pretty confident that we’d fuck. Instead, when I got there, he wanted to make dinner. We prepared a meal together and it was actually really nice to cook with. I could tell I was developing feelings for him already.

After dinner he told me to clean his kitchen. I could tell he was being sexually dominant with me, and he wasn’t saying it in a chauvinistic way. If my husband had ever demanded I clean the kitchen, I would have been pissed at him for talking to me that way, but when Raph did it I got so wet I almost felt like I had peed in my pants.

I cleaned his kitchen very carefully. When I was done, we went to his bedroom and had sex. Sex was somewhat quick, maybe about 20 minutes. Then we cuddled for about two hours. It was very different from anything with Marty. I felt super close to Raph.

We met up a week later and had a similar experience, including me cleaning his kitchen. Sex was similarly quick, but we cuddled for a really long time. At the end of the night I told him I had feelings for him. He responded that he had feelings for me too. And then I left.

We had sex the third time last Monday. This time I didn’t clean anything. After we cuddled I told him I love him. He said, “I love you too” and that was all we talked about it. I never expected that to happen and I don’t know what to make of it now that it has happened.

I met up with Mike for the first time last Sunday. Since it was our first time hanging out I wasn’t sure what to expect. We had talked a bit beforehand about how he is submissive and likes to be treated like a dog. This was a new one for me. But we had fun playing together. I put him on a leash. I had him eat out of a bowl on the floor. I really didn’t think we’d have sex, but then at the end of the night I told him I wanted to go down on him.

I sucked him for a crazy long time and he seemed to be enjoying it. But he just wouldn’t cum. I finally asked him about it, like if I was doing something wrong. Or if there was a certain think he needed to get over the edge. He responded that he would cum if he could fuck me. So, we had sex. And sure enough that’s what it took for him.

I enjoyed my time with him a lot and I think I will see him again.

I didn’t really want to hang out with Dani anymore but she texted me last week about going to a play party as her date. I had skipped a couple of the parties so I thought this was a good idea. Before the party, I met her at her house and we had sex. It just felt like the natural thing to do to get ready for the party. Her boyfriend was home and it was mildly awkward to fuck with him in the other room, but she was fine with it.

After we got back from the party she suggested we go inside and have a threesome with her boyfriend. I wasn’t going to say no to that.

So that’s the crazy stuff I’ve been up to. When I think about it, it kind of blows my mind that all this is happening. But I don’t want to stop.