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Diary of my affairs. Chapter 11. Sucking your supervisor can get you in the end. Part 1
After getting home the night when Wayne let me blow my supervisor
Ernie it was a foregone conclusion that I could do it again
if I wanted to as long as he knew about it. A few nights later
we were talking about it while Wayne was eating me when he
brought up the subject of guys I’d fucked before. He’d
asked about them many times, but I’d never told him anything
more than a little bit about my old boyfriend Joe. Finally
opening up, I started telling him as much as I could remember
about every guy I had sex with starting with losing my virginity
to my first boyfriend Bob. I gave him the short version of
it, but with him asking so many questions by the time I was
done I pretty much told him everything about what Bob and
I did while he ate me the whole time getting me off somewhere
in the middle of it.





Moving on to guy that fucked me who was also named Bob, but
described as John to keep from confusing the two of them,
I told him of my first one night stand. The more I told him
about the first six guys I fucked while answering a ton of
his questions the hornier both of us got. With him still
eating me wanting to hear more and getting me off a few more
times in the process I started giving him the long versions
before telling him about fucking the old bar owner Ray.
Wayne was shocked to hear that I fucked Ray, but he loved
hearing about it, and giving him the whole story, I started
with Nancy taking me there for the first time and got off
at least once during that story.


All that was left was fucking the stripper, but not wanting
him to know it happened after we were married, I told him
I saved it for last on purpose saying it happened a few months
before I fucked Ray. With him still asking questions despite
giving him more details, I took my time carefully telling
him about my past affairs. Using false names while telling
him about the bachelorette party since he knew some of the
girls that were there, I told him the exact story that I wrote
in chapter 9 with very few changes. Although I stayed with
how me and Lucky didn’t want to go at first, I left out anything
to do with any girls being married which would have been
me and Emily.


I know I got off at least twice while telling Wayne about
the stripper, and he had to start alternating between eating
and fingering me to give his tongue a rest. As strange as
it may seem to any male readers seeing how I just laid there
getting my pussy ate, once I was done talking I was exhausted
from getting off more times than I can remember.


Wayne fucking loved hearing about the bachelorette party
and even said if any of it was filmed he wanted to get a copy
of it, but I wasn’t about to go find Jane and ask. Besides,
even if I could get a copy, if there was one, how could I explain
my wedding ring?


Getting so excited from finally telling him of my sex life
he rolled me up with my legs on his shoulders and drilled
the fuck out of me getting off in no time. It happened so fast
that I didn’t get off, but I doubt that it mattered seeing
how he’d pretty much already eaten me dry.


Soon after the night when I blew my supervisor Ernie, he
got switched from second shift to first. That wound up costing
us the cover of darkness for any more fooling around in the
parking lot after we got off work and less than a month later
I got laid off. We still kept in touch from time to time planning
on meeting many more times than we actually met. Most got
canceled because he was asked to work overtime or some other
reason. Although he didn’t mind the extra money from
the overtime, he was upset that they laid a bunch of us off
and started making the ones still there work more hours.
It pissed me off because I was out of a job! Of course it pissed
off Ernie because any more meetings between us would probably
be less frequent. It also pissed off my husband Wayne because
he wanted me to at least blow Ernie again or go fuck him.


Ernie and I didn’t meet alone again until a month later
after the day I first blew him and let him finger me off. I’d
gotten laid off a few days earlier when Ernie called wanting
to know if I’d meet him in the parking lot after he got off
work around three o’clock.


“Sure, ” I said. “What do you have in mind?”


“I’d just like to see you, ” he answered.


I knew Wayne would approve but called him anyway to let him
know before taking my bag of stuff with me. For those who
didn’t read chapter 10, Wayne had me take a bag with me
the night I first blew Ernie that had sexy lingerie, lubes
and our digital camera. With no clouds in the sky and the
sun shining brightly, it was a lot warmer outside than a
month ago when I blew him. I left home a little before three
o’clock wearing the same long t-shirt and pair of loose
jogging shorts with nothing underneath and parked far
away from the plants entrance waiting on Ernie to come out.
Doing the same thing I did a month ago I took off my shorts
and threw them in the back seat. When I saw him coming out
I tried calling Wayne real quick, but he didn’t answer.
After pulling my t-shirt down Ernie was soon in my car staring
at my legs and started asking how I’d been along with other
idle chit chat before asking, “Are you wearing anything
underneath?”


“Find out for yourself, ” I told him.


In the broad daylight he immediately scooted over beside
me and raised my shirt up seeing I didn’t have anything
else on. Starting to suck my tits, he slipped his hand down
to play with my pussy, so I parted my legs to give him room.
Meanwhile, I started rubbing his crotch in return before
unsuccessfully trying to unzip his pants when he stopped
and did it himself pulling out his dick.


“How much time do you have, ” I asked hoping he had time
to go somewhere and fuck?


“Not much, ” he replied to my dismay.


A few times while we were fondling each other and talking
I leaned over trying to blow him, but he kept having me stop
because someone was getting too close in the parking lot.
We finally gave up because if he got home too late his wife
would be asking questions as to why he was late.


After Ernie left I called Wayne again getting a hold of him
to let him know I was leaving, and he went on to explain saying,
“I was in a meeting when you called, and I didn’t want
to call you back if you were in the middle of something. I’ll
talk to you about it when I get home.”


He didn’t get home until way later than usual that night,
and unlike the day when I gave Ernie a blow job, there was
no marathon sex session between Wayne and I. With him being
tired he only ate me while I told him what happened before
he fucked me and fell asleep taking a nap.


Including that day, I met Ernie eight times after I gave
him a blow job before I would taste his cum again. The next
seven times we just talked and sometimes played but nothing
more because too many people were coming and going in the
now broad daylight of the parking lot. Wayne knew of every
time Ernie and I met, and on our third meeting I almost had
him ready to cum in my mouth when a semi pulled in the parking
lot, and Ernie told me to get up and left a few minutes later.
The reason was because there was one semi already being
unloaded at the dock. Being a supervisor he not only knew
a lot of the drivers, but knew the semi would be parking close
to us while waiting to pullup to be unloaded next.


Even though I didn’t get to finish Ernie off, I was horny
with what I'd done and couldn't wait for Wayne
to get home. When he got there it was the usual eating me off
first while I told him everything Ernie and I said and did.
We proceeded to have a sex marathon the rest of the evening
only stopping to get a shower together to go eat and started
having sex all over again when we got back home until we went
to bed drained and exhausted.


Our fourth meeting happened a few weeks later, but it wasn’t
for much more than a quick hello/goodbye. He’d bought
me a sexy outfit the day before and wanted to give it to me
before his wife found it. “It’s an early birthday present
that I hope to see you taking off sometime soon, ” he said
knowing my birthday was two days away.


Our fifth meeting lasted about twenty minutes with us fondling
each other between other people who were moving around
in the parking lot. I was trying to jack him off knowing I’d
have to lean over to catch his cum if he got off, but he kept
having me slow down or stop whenever he thought anyone was
too close. I only sucked him for a couple of minutes at the
most with so much traffic going by in the parking lot, but
I enjoyed the faces Ernie made while I played with his dick.



Before I could get him off though, he said he had to be getting
home. I always called Wayne just before meeting Ernie and
right after he left except for this time because I forgot.
Wayne got home earlier than usual from work and when he opened
the door seeing I was there he was mildly upset and asked,
“What happened and why didn’t you call me back when
you left?”


“I’m sorry, I forgot.”


“Don’t forget to call me again or you can forget about
going to see him. I hurried home hoping your car wasn’t
parked out front since you didn’t call because it would
mean you were probably somewhere fucking him.”


After eating supper he cooled down we went upstairs to fuck,
and while he ate me, I told him about only being able to suck
Ernie for a few minutes and how I mostly just tried to jack
him off. We had hours of sex again that evening, and although
Wayne got me off a bunch of times he kept stopping whenever
he got close. I had an idea why he kept doing it, but I didn’t
say anything. He kept telling me how I’d been a bad girl
trying to jack another guy off along with sucking Ernie
and then started asking questions while I sucked him asking
what all I’d like to do sex-wise with Ernie.


As I’ve mentioned in my previous chapters I’m not one
who usually talks dirty during sex, but I was turned on talking
about Ernie seeing how I was sucking my second dick of the
day planning on surprising Wayne by swallowing his cum
if he’d let me get him off. However he stopped me after
a while and later on while fucking me doggie style he started
playing with my ass, which confirmed my idea of why he kept
stopping before he got off. He wanted my ass again, and seeing
how he’d let me go see Ernie along with forgetting to call
him I left I didn’t argue.


In the past before the Ernie situation came up all he would
have to do is get near my ass, and most of the time I’d tell
him to stop. He’d learned that when he didn’t stop playing
with my ass I’d get up and get dressed and refuse to have
any more sex that night. It had been a few weeks since I last
let him have anal, and since I wasn’t objecting he kept
going to see how far he could go rubbing his finger over my
asshole and doing a little poking. Then he stopped and pulled
out of my pussy when I heard him open the dresser drawer behind
him and knew he was grabbing the lubes. He returned to fucking
me and must have put lube on his finger because I didn’t
feel him pour any on me when I felt him slowly slide a finger
inside my ass.


I didn’t stop him and knowing that I’d already let him
go too far, I knew if I stopped him now it would piss him off
big time, letting him go that far and then saying no. After
a while I felt him pouring lube on my ass followed by him trying
to poke his dick in my ass as I jumped away a few times.


“Use some anal ease first to help it numb me, ” I said
although it never seemed like it worked well enough.


“That’s what I had on my finger when I was fingering
your ass, ” he replied.


I jumped away a few more times before I felt the head slide
in my ass. I’d never really cared for anal and wanting
to hurry up and get it over with I thought about talking dirty
to him again to make him hornier and get him off quicker.
On the other hand, I knew if I did he’d bang the hell out
of me and I wasn’t looking forward to getting my ass drilled
either. He kept slowly going deeper while asking questions
about Ernie, but stopped when he was balls deep.


“I raced home from work today hoping you wasn’t here.
Since you told Ernie he could try anal if you ever fucked
him while you were giving him the blow job, I was hoping you
were doggie style in a hotel room getting your ass pounded.”



“I’m sorry, ” I said not being able to think of anything
else to say just before he started fucking my ass without
asking if I was ready, which I wasn’t.


Finally, just about when I’d had just enough of the ass
fucking I was getting he asked, “Do you wish it was Ernie
fucking your ass right now?”


“Yes, ” I answered hoping it would turn him on.


“Would you like for him to fuck you faster?”


“Yes, ” I said even though I knew what was about to happen.
I also knew that it wasn’t hurting as much as it did at first,
but it hurt nonetheless.


Wayne took the hint and said, “I wish I was hearing about
how Ernie already did this to you, ” and pounded my ass
nonstop until he was cumming in my ass.


About an hour or so before we went to bed he was sitting naked
at the computer working on something that made no sense
to me. “What’s that, ” I asked?


“A project from work, ” he replied.


He wanted my ass again before going to bed, but I declined
that time having him fuck my pussy instead. When we were
done he got back on the computer and I went downstairs to
grabbing us both a drink. Coming back up Wayne was laying
naked on the bed which is not unusual since he sleeps in the
nude, but he still had the computer on.


Starting to put on my pajamas, I asked, “Why is the computer
still on?”


“Leave the pajamas off and lay beside me a minute.”



He started kissing me and telling me how much he loved me
before going on to say, “The whole reason I agreed to let
you blow Ernie was because I hoped it would revive our sex
life.”


Even though I knew our sex life had dwindled off, mostly
being my fault, I asked, “What do you mean?”


“Come over here and I’ll show you, ” he said going
to the computer.


On the computer, what I saw him working on earlier wasn’t
a project from work, it was actually a journal of our sex
life that he’d been keeping since a little over a year
ago. It included all the dates and what happened in these
stories of my affairs and days later I would confirm some
of them with my own personal diary that I kept hidden. Only
having to go back a little over one year, I was able to match
all of them up in one day while Wayne was at work.


In my diary I didn’t exactly keep a descriptive track
of our sex life, but I did put an X on every day we had sex. Wayne’s
was just a sex log, but it was very descriptive mentioning
what positions, how many times either of us got off and even
about how long it lasted. His last entry was just put in because
it had the date beside it where he already typed in when he
showed it to me.


“This really isn’t a project from work. It’s a log
of our sex life since last January. I started keeping it
because we weren’t having sex as often as we used to. I
was about ready to show it to you when the Ernie situation
came up.”


Going on to explain his own version of shorthand he showed
me what the different letters or abbreviations stood for.
Those included my excuses of saying I had a headache, I was
tired, I was mad at him or whatever. He had all of the dates
on it with an explanation for each one and still keeps it
to this day, but with my help now.


I was surprised looking at it and hearing him say, “This
88/381 up here on the day before we first talked about you
blowing Ernie means we only had sex 88 times in the previous
381 days.” Then using the calculator to make his point
he went on to say, “That's less than once every four
and a half days!”


“You had to have missed some days, ” I said knowing
we’d had a ton of sex lately.


“I didn’t miss anything, ” he replied. “I started
getting so pissed off I made sure I didn’t miss any. Now
look here, the day I offered for you to blow Ernie.” He
then did the math counting 59 times in the last 95 days including
earlier that we had sex. “A little over once every one
and a half days, ” he said after using the calculator.



To make a lot of boring statistics shorter, our current
pace for having sex in a year was over 230 times, as opposed
to less than 88 in the last year. 8 times in the previous year
plus, were only blow jobs compared to 7 in just less than
three months since blowing Ernie. Other stats that stood
out comparing the 381 days to the 59 were that I swallowed
cum 2 times to 12 recently including Ernie’s. We had sex
back to back days 15 times as opposed to 24 recently. I even
let Wayne cum on my face twice lately, which I hadn’t let
him do in years.


However, the one he liked most was where I’d given up anal
5 times the previous year plus to 9 times in the last 59 days.
He was also keeping the dates I met with Ernie and what we
did. Repeating most of what he said earlier while I was looking
at the computer Wayne said, “The main reason I let you
blow Ernie was because I hoped it would revive our sex life,
but if we keep having sex this often you can blow any guy you
want as long as you let me know first.”


“I can think of a few, ” I said kidding him.


“Like who, ” he asked with his eyes lighting up?


“I was kidding.”


“You have no idea how much it turned me on hearing how you
wrapped those beautiful lips of yours around Ernie’s
dick. I just wish I could’ve seen it.”


Thanks for reading and please don’t forget to vote,


Mary
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I will be sad to see the end of your diary insertions and final
story. Where will that lead to in your fantastic story telling
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Wayne is a lucky guy and you are a lucky girl now that you got
the ok to blow who you want. You two remind me so much of my
wife and myself when we were together. Please keep them
coming.

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quote rm_slr308:
I will be sad to see the end of your diary insertions and final story. Where will that lead to in your fantastic story telling missives?

SLR308
I guess we'll just have to wait and see if I have any more
affairs, or adventures as Wayne calls them.

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