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Diary of my affairs. Chapter 16. Moving to Florida. Part 2
While three of us tried finding the differences in the pictures,
I found out most of them showed girls totally naked. Although
almost all of them showed their tits only a few was a clear
pussy shot like being spread eagle or from the rear. The
longer I sat there next to Fred hearing him make comments
about the girls, the more turned on I got. Soon Bob got up
and stood on the other side of me to play, and not wearing
a bra, I caught both of them looking down my dress a few times
to see what they could of my tits. The few times I looked at
Bob he wouldn’t so much as make eye contact like Fred did.
When he wasn’t looking at the screen his eyes were glued
down my dress staring at what cleavage he could see and didn't
care if I knew. He gave me the creeps, but I didn’t say anything
to him because I knew while I was looking at him Fred was doing
a little looking of his own.





Although I didn’t care for Bob, I’ve never been the
kind of person to hurt someone's feelings and wasn’t
about to ask him to leave. When Fred went to the bathroom
though I wanted to crawl under the bar, because while I played
the game, Bob hardly touched the screen and just stared
at what he could see of my tits. Fred finally returned and
started using his left hand to touch the screen instead
while putting his right hand on my dress on the top of my left
knee, but he wasn’t trying to feel me up and just left it
there. The top of the bar stuck out about a foot and with my
knees against the underside wall I leaned forward a little
hoping Bob didn’t see where Fred’s hand was. As a precaution,
I took my left hand off the bar putting it on my thigh just
above Fred’s hand as if to tell him stop in case he started
getting bold even though I wanted him to.


Somewhere during that time Fred made a comment about how
good some girls shaved pussy looked and asked what I thought.
“Looks good to me, ” I said knowing that was the minimum
answer he wanted.


“I’d eat that pussy dry, ” Bob said actually looking
at me probably wanting to see my reaction. Not giving him
the satisfaction of looking at him, I quickly found a difference
in the two pictures when Fred started telling me how he was
joking with the bartender earlier.


“I gave him my room number and told him there was a twenty
in it for him if he called me if any single good looking lady
came in alone, ” he said.


Giving him a smile he squeezed my knee as I instantly remembered
the bartender making a call after serving my drink and figured
when he said, ‘Red, ’ he must have been referring to
the color of my dress. The lounge was getting a little busy
and with Wayne less than ten feet away watching, and probably
being able to see that Fred’s hand was somewhere on me
only made me hornier. I knew he could hear everything, and
although I planned on refusing any guys advances when Wayne
brought up this idea, my mind was made up that I was willing
to fuck Fred if he agreed to Wayne being with us at the time.
The problem was I didn’t want to fuck Fred bad enough to
let Bob tag along too. I was hoping Bob would have to leave
for some reason or another. I’d never had two guys at once
before, but it wasn’t because I didn’t try. I’d offered
my old supervisor Ernie to join me and Wayne, but he said
he wasn’t into being around another naked guy. Then there
was Al who was actually fingering me under a restaurant
table and with me ready to fuck him and Wayne, he blew it as
I explained in chapter 12.


I later excused myself to go to the bathroom which was at
the other end, and as I neared it the bartender reminded
me that I mentioned I was expecting a phone call.


“Thanks, I forgot all about it. I guess I’ll just have
to call later on myself, ” I replied.


When I came out Fred and Bob were still playing the game and
I looked at Wayne who smiled back at me. I knew he was thinking
I was just waiting for the right moment to invite them to
our room because it was long past an hour since I got there,
but I was hoping Bob would leave so I could talk privately
to Fred. When I sat down, I purposely put my hand on my left
knee using my fingers, and in a crawling motion I pulled
my dress half way up my thigh and held it there. Fred didn’t
notice me doing it, but Wayne later said that he noticed
by seeing the movement of my dress underneath. Soon Fred
had his hand back on my knee again and had to have noticed
he was now feeling my hose and not my dress. He left it there
for a while starting to make comments on each girls picture
before moving to the inside of my knee and then started going
higher at a snails pace as we continued playing the video
game until he said, “Let’s play a couple of games for
the lady, ” and hit the men button.


The pictures of the men showed some of them covering up or
a shot from behind. Every now and then a full nude picture
showed up with their dick and balls, and we laughed at one
because one of the differences in the two pictures was the
length of the guys dick. The fake picture showed the guy
with a much bigger dick and Fred asked, “Which picture
do you prefer?”


Knowing what a guy would like to hear a girl to say I said,
“That one, ” pointing to the bigger dick! With his
hand now on the inside of my lower thigh Fred gave me another
squeeze, and still holding my dress, I was thinking all
kinds of things.


‘If I don’t stop him and let him reach my pussy will he
try to lose Bob or will he think I want them both?’ I wanted
to tell Fred to lose Bob, but Bob never so much as went to use
the bathroom, so I was never alone with Fred to say anything.



Fred switched back to women and was still slowly moving
his open hand ever so slowly further up the inside of my thigh
until he was touching the side of my hand. In a fit of being
horny and not thinking clearly with Bob still there, I raised
my left hand putting it on the bar knowing Fred was only about
six inches away from my bare pussy. In an instant he could
quickly move his hand to its destination before I could
stop him, but at the time I was determined to keep my hand
on the bar. If the time came, I’d just have to tell him I
wasn’t interested in Bob. Parting my leg a little to give
Fred easier access I was having a hard time concentrating
on the game feeling horny as hell anticipating him finding
out that I wasn’t wearing any panties.


Looking at my watch, I noticed I’d been there for almost
two hours and knew Wayne was probably getting impatient.
Fred meanwhile had made his way to the top of my hose and starting
to get wet I fought the urge to grab his crotch and kept my
hands above the bar. He was so close he could've just
stretched his pinky out to touch my pussy, but instead he
stuck it inside my hose. As bad as I wanted him to go higher
I thought better of it with Bob still there putting my hand
in my lap to keep him from it. Fred noticed and started slowly
massaging and rubbing my thigh going back and forth from
just above my knee back up to where my hand was stopping him.
By then Bob probably knew what Fred might be doing and about
ten minutes later when our games ran out Fred asked, “Would
you like to get some drinks and go up to our room?”


I politely declined the offer thanking him for the drinks
saying, “It’s getting late and I need to be up early
for my drive to Key West tomorrow.”


As expected, they tried to change my mind and even offered
to walk me to my room, which I also declined. As I was getting
up Fred told me what room they were in if I changed my mind,
and I left the lounge taking the elevator to our floor feeling
frustrated.


Fifteen minutes later Wayne came in our room finding me
naked, frustrated and wanting fucked, but he seemed a little
upset saying, “If you wasn’t going to fuck them you
were supposed to leave after an hour. I got half a mind to
go to their room and invite them over to fuck you.”


“I was waiting for the guy named Bob to leave so I could
bring Fred up here.”


“What’s wrong with Bob?”


“He gives me the creeps. The whole time he stood there
all he did was stare at what he could see of my tits.”


“Can’t say I blame him.”


“What took you so long to get back up here?”


“I stuck around to finish my drink so I could hear what
they said, but after you left Bob went to the bathroom and
when he came out they both left, so I didn’t hear anything.”



“Just my luck, I kept hoping Bob would either leave or
go to the bathroom so I could talk to Fred alone.”


“Well since we know what room they’re we can see if we
can get a hold of Fred and invite him.”


“No! You can’t do that without Bob finding out.”



“Who the fuck cares about Bob, ” Wayne asked?


Realizing I didn’t want him to do it, Wayne took off his
clothes and grabbed the lube wanting anal and figuring
he wanted my ass on the grounds of me fooling around with
another guy I said, “No because I didn’t fuck Fred!”



“I told you I wasn’t taking no for an answer anymore!
Besides you let him feel you up!”


With us having the agreement that if I so much as let another
guy do something with me I have to give up anal to Wayne, I
said, “He never made it to my pussy.”


Another part of our agreement is if the guy I fuck wants anal
I have to at least let them try. My old supervisor Ernie who
I told about in chapters 10 and 11 and 13 to 15 not only wanted
my ass, but also got it firing a load up my ass all three times
we fucked. If you’ve been reading my sex diary you already
know I didn’t care that much for anal, and that I hadn’t
given it up very often until the Ernie situation came up.
Wayne says he has a hard time deciding if he wants to take
his time ass fucking me or if he’d rather pound me as fast
as possible like a guy who paid a for anal sex just
to listen to me moan in pain while giving me a jackhammer
ass fucking.


Surprisingly Wayne didn’t press me for anal, but we did
stay up late that night having a lot of sex. Going back to
the sex journal that Wayne started keeping a year before
I blew Ernie, I found out Wayne got off three times that night
for the first time in a while, cumming in my pussy twice and
in my mouth the last time. Seeing how he had the letters SW
typed in I remember surprising him by swallowing for the
second time that day including our drive there. The journal
shows me getting off eleven times with him also using my
sex toys that I’d put in one of our suitcases because I
didn’t want to risk the movers getting snoopy with our
stuff and finding them.


“I loved sitting there watching them hit on you. I couldn’t
help but notice Bob staring down your dress and Fred’s
hand somewhere on your legs, ” Wayne said while we were
fucking.


“I saw Bob staring at my tits and it creeped me out. As far
as Fred goes he had his chance because for a little while
I had my hands on the bar. All he had to do was spread his pinky
finger out, and he’d have probably hit my pussy, but all
he did was work his way up to the top of my hose before curling
his finger inside. That’s when I chickened out and put
my hand back on my leg to stop him from going any higher, but
if Bob wasn't there I'd have kept my hands on the
bar.”


Upon telling Wayne that he teased me saying, “Just like
a fucking woman. So how long was he close enough to spread
his finger and touch your pussy?”


“A couple minutes. I even parted my legs a little for him.”



“I saw that. What would you have done if he reached your
pussy?”


“I’d have whispered for him to meet me alone in the lobby.”



“You should’ve done that anyway, ” he said with
me not able to give him an answer as to why I didn’t!


The next day while he drove through Georgia and Florida
I gave him his other blow job. He did the same thing by throwing
away any empty bottles in the car hoping I’d swallow again,
but I stashed an empty bottle in my purse and spit out that
load. He got even with me in a way though because he wouldn’t
stop to get me something to wash away the taste with until
we arrived at our hotel in Florida. The nights we were there
I repeated what I’d done in the lounge of the other hotel
a few times. Nobody hit on me the first time, but the second
time a guy did. However I wasn’t interested in him and
after an hour was up I excused myself and went to our room.
There was a balcony at that hotel, but I didn’t flash my
pussy to any guys wearing a long t-shirt because each day
when we got back from the theme parks it was long past daylight
and I was tired from walking all day.


If you’re upset because you was expecting a little more
I apologize, but I’m only writing of my affairs as they
happened. If I wanted to I could’ve made one hell of a story
about taking on Bob, Fred and Wayne just like I could’ve
in chapter 12 with Al.


For those who must know, I played with fire one too many times
and got fucked by two guys at once. However, I haven't
gotten around to posting it yet because to keep my stories
in the order they happened in we haven't gotten that
far yet.


Thanks for reading and don’t forget to vote,


Mary
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Mary, You are an absolute star! Loved your stuff first time
around and its still fabulous. Thank you. Simon

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Good writing, but something does bother me. Why does she
put up with such a jerk as her husband Wayne clearly seems
to be in her stories? Sorry, but he does not seem to offer
her much. Too bad, it could be hot otherwise, because she
really is hot and sweet.

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quote willfreeus:
Good writing, but something does bother me. Why does she put up with such a jerk as her husband Wayne clearly seems to be in her stories? Sorry, but he does not seem to offer her much. Too bad, it could be hot otherwise, because she really is hot and sweet.
Actually until reading your comment I never thought of
it that way and since Wayne reads them too he never mentioned
taking it that way either, but thinking about it I can see
where you’re coming from. Basically, he’s a handsome
honest easy going hard working good guy with a great sense
of humor that nobody talks bad about.





Yes, we’ve had our arguments like any couple, but if you’ve
read all my chapters you know how this all got started and
how it wasn’t Wayne’s fault, but mine from pretty much
shutting down our sex life at one point. He’s only guilty
of wanting to have sex with me and an anal addiction.





As far as where all this has led it’s become an addiction
not just for him, but for me too and what a fun addiction its
been! I won’t recommend it for everybody but its worked
for us and that’s what matters.





Thanks for reading my stories,





Mary

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