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Diary of my affairs. Chapter 19. Fucking a guy on my pool team. Part 1
For those who have read my past chapters, you already know
my husband Wayne started keeping a diary of our sex life
a few years ago mostly out of frustration that we weren’t
having sex as often, which would later include my affairs
that he approved of. Since I’m helping him with the diary
now and started writing stories of my whole sex life, I went
back making only a few changes with Wayne’s permission
as I put in a few other things like losing my virginity and
fucking old boyfriends before meeting Wayne. However,
this story was written as it was happening.





With my dad having a pool table in our basement, I grew up
playing with my friends thinking I was a decent shot until
I started hanging out at a local pool hall with my friend
Nancy who moved to New York before Wayne and I started dating.
I always thought Nancy was just a better player, but found
out people better than her were a dime a dozen. I not only
became a better player over the years by hanging out at the
bar playing a lot, I got to where I could beat a lot of the guys.
As a result of learning how to shoot starting with the old
owner Ray teaching me, I was 22 years old when I let him talk
me into a game of strip pool after the bar closed one night.
That in turn, wound up with me naked bent over one of the pool
tables while Ray fucked me until cumming all over my back,
which was explained in chapter 3.


A few months after we moved back home from Florida a guy named
Alan needed a player on his team because one of the guys who
was supposed to play got switched to second shift. With
the season starting in a few weeks, I agreed to take the spot
and one of my teammates would be a guy named Dan who Wayne
and I both knew. He was in his 40’s and divorced, but always
seemed like a decent all around guy. His only downfall was
drinking too much at times, but not near as bad as Florida
Don.


A week or so before the season started Wayne was watching
a ballgame while Dan and I played a few games of pool and talked.
Knowing in the past Wayne had let me fuck my old supervisor
Ernie a few times and a guy named Don while we lived in Florida,
the more Dan and I talked the more interested in him I became.
The only other guy I fucked after getting married was a male
stripper at a wild bachelorette party that I told about
in chapter 10. Wayne didn’t know anything about the stripper
until I told him after he let me fuck Ernie because before
then I was afraid to tell him. There was also a guy named Al
who I covered in chapter 12 where I was as close as I’d ever
been at the time to a MMF, but it didn’t happen when Al became
a jerk.


Anyway, just before the league started Wayne and I were
fucking one night when I asked, “Would you mind if I fucked
Dan if I ever got the chance?”


“What brought that up, ” he asked?


“He’s flirted with me a few times.”


“I don’t know, that’s getting kind of close to home
seeing how he hangs out at the bar.”


“He’s not the type to kiss and tell, ” I said.


“He doesn’t seem like it, but you have to be careful
if you’re going to fuck someone that close who knows a
lot of people we know.”


“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure.”


“I’ll think about it, ” he replied.


Wayne had no clue as to how bad I wanted to fuck Dan, and I wasn’t
about to tell him because I didn’t want him to think Dan
was a threat to our marriage, which he wasn’t. For the
most part I just needed to fuck another guy other than Wayne
even if it was a one night stand. Knowing of our agreement
that any kind of sex with another guy meant giving up anal
to Wayne, I went on to sweeten the deal even though I really
didn’t want to. To me, him saying I could fuck Dan outweighed
the consequences. Even though he’d threatened me in
the past that I would give up anal more often, and I had, it
was still kind of rare because it was far from my favorite
sex act.


Basically, I can fuck almost any guy I want as long as Wayne
knows about it beforehand or immediately after if it’s
a spur of the moment thing. Another stipulation of our agreement
Wayne had me agree to was if whoever I fuck wants anal I have
to at least let them try. I knew I could just lie about it,
but all three times I fucked Ernie there was nothing to lie
about. He got me so hot I let him drill a load up my ass all three
times we were behind four walls. After fucking only Wayne
for so long, there was something in the air that got me super
horny just thinking about fucking Ernie the first time
I blew him, let alone the three times we actually fucked.
Sucking Ernie that first time and knowing his dick wasn't
any bigger than Wayne's, I was so fucking horny that
I when he asked about anal, I agreed to let him try it if we
ever fucked. Then when the time came, although I really
didn’t want to, I spread my cheeks for him mount my ass
from behind and let have at it. Up until this chapter Wayne
and Ernie are the only ones who ever got anal from me. Of the
three other guys I fucked since getting married only Ernie
got my ass. Thankfully Don didn’t ask for anal the only
time we fucked and the stripper only fucked my pussy seven
years before the Ernie situation ever came up.


“Say yes and you can have my ass tonight and after I fuck
him, ” I said to Wayne before I could change my mind.


“You want to fuck him that bad, ” he asked knowing it
was only the second time I ever initiated anal?


“Yes, ” I replied instantly knowing the answer before
he said it by the look in his eyes.


“Ok, ” he said grabbing the lubes from our dresser.



“Not so fast. You have to eat me off first! Then I want you
to put on the dildo that attaches to your dick so you can do
something for my pussy at the same time!”


He agreed, but only after telling me that after I fucked
Dan he’d fuck my ass however he wanted and I laid there
letting him eat me starting to wish I’d have kept my big
mouth shut. After having lubed up one of his fingers, he
was shoving it in and out of my ass while eating me until I
got off. Then he attached the dildo to his dick before bending
me over the bed and taking his time fucking both my holes
with his dick in my ass and the dildo in my pussy.


After I pretty much quit moaning from the pain he stopped
and said, “You know if you can talk Dan into joining us
you could have a real cock in both holes.”


Another guy was something I had in the back of my mind the
few times I let him use that dildo to fuck both of my holes.
The closest I ever came was in the restaurant with Al who
had his finger in my pussy under the table while I was squeezing
his dick outside his pants before he fucked it up by trying
to invite his friends to tag along and gangbang me. From
time to time my mind would wander off to think about Al and
his friends having their way with me, but it was never something
that I regretted not doing.


The very next night Wayne went to a ballgame with some friends,
and with our Dawson staying at a friends house, I was
feeling horny thinking about fucking Dan. Figuring I’d
try my luck I left and went to the bar to see if he was there.



When I got home later that night, I told Wayne all of the following
of how I said hello to Dan who was sitting at the bar and got
a beer before going to sit alone at a corner table. I was thinking
maybe we’d get started by playing a few games of pool,
but instead Dan joined me at my table which was fine too,
and before I knew it, it was almost one o’clock in the morning.



“Your legs would look better in those hot pants, ”
Dan said when a girl came in wearing a pair of them.


“You think so, ” I asked, having purposely worn a loose
pair of shorts?


“Definitely, ” he replied.


“Are you hitting on me?”


“No, I’m just saying…”


“You like my legs?”


“Well now that you ask, yes.”


“I just shaved them if you’d like to feel them, ”
I said jumping at my chance.


“What would Wayne say about that?”


“Who’s going to tell him, ” I asked, returning his
question with one of my own? To my surprise Dan leaned over
reaching under the table just above my ankle grabbing the
back of my left leg before slowly sliding his hand up until
he was squeezing my lower inner thigh. Keeping his hand
there for a few seconds maybe wondering if I’d let him
go higher I looked him in the eye and said, “That feels
good.”


His hand then barely moved higher, and suddenly my mind
was racing with all kinds of thoughts including the night
I was in the hotel lounge a little over a year ago when the
guy named Fred that I wrote about in chapter 16 did pretty
much the same thing to me. Fred had gotten so close to my pussy
that all he had to do was extend his pinky to find out I wasn’t
wearing panties. Soon after though Fred invited me to join
him and his friend Bob in their room and wanting nothing
to do with Bob or staying in the lounge letting them possibly
get me drunk I politely declined and left.


With it just being me and Dan, I wasn’t about to let this
chance slip away. He took his time slowly taking advantage
of the situation making it to the hemline of my shorts still
squeezing my thigh while I was leaning forward with both
my hands on the table.


“Your legs feel great, ” he said breaking our silence.



“So does your hand, ” I replied smiling at him although
I was pissed off at myself for having worn panties.


As he slowly started to slide his fingers under my shorts,
he was probably wondering how far I’d let him go. Before
he got any further though, I excused myself to go to the bathroom.
Me excusing myself to go to the bathroom was an old trick
of mine that ended up with me getting my pussy ate for the
first time years ago that I explained in chapter 1 about
how I lost my virginity.


Using my cell phone I called Wayne who was at home from the
ballgame by then. Since nobody else was in the bathroom,
I whispered telling him where I was and what I was doing.
“He had his hand on my upper thigh and started to go under
my shorts, ” I said.


“So why did you stop him?”


“I haven’t yet. I came in here to put my panties in my
purse.”


“You’re a quick worker seeing how you just asked about
him last night. Just don’t forget our agreement, ”
he said meaning I owed him anal if I so much as got fingered.



“I have to go, ” I said.


“I’ll be waiting, ” he said before we hung up.


Returning to the booth, a friend of Dan’s was now sitting
with him which pissed me off. Dan introduced me and for the
life of me I can’t remember the guys name. Probably because
my mind was preoccupied, but I’ll call him Steve. We sat
there talking while I hoped Steve would leave because Dan
sat there with his hands on the table and I didn’t want
to grab him and make it obvious.


Finally, Steve finished his beer and said he was leaving
as Dan got up to buy another round trying to convince him
to stick around, but lucky for me, Steve declined. I figured
as soon as Dan returned he’d slip his hand under the table,
but he didn’t. Wanting him to, and knowing I’d let him
discretely go as far as he wanted I waited a few minutes until
I couldn’t wait any longer and grabbed his hand. I wanted
to put it between my legs but instead put it just above my
knee asking, “Where were we?”


Dan smiled and moved his hand to my inner thigh starting
rub and squeeze harder than before as we talked before once
again slowly moving up to my hem line. Feeling him slide
his little finger under my shorts followed by his other
fingers one at a time I moved my feet and knees apart a little
further. I knew if I didn’t resist and let Dan’s hand
reach its destination that Wayne would want anal when I
got home but with his little finger getting closer and sure
he wasn’t going to stop going higher I didn’t care.
Once he got to where he was about an inch away from my pussy
I couldn’t look at him any longer and just stared straight
ahead hoping he wouldn’t chicken out.


A moment later I felt what I was waiting for. His little finger
was touching my pussy, and he knew it because he was moving
it back and forth to part my lips. He must have also known
I wanted him to because my thighs were not together. I had
them as far apart as I could get while sitting there, and
suddenly he moved his hand deeper and slid his middle finger
inside me moving it around. I sat there letting him have
his fun, but still couldn’t look at him let alone talk,
but out of the corner of my eye I could tell he was looking
at me.


Maybe he couldn’t believe it because he didn’t say
anything either for at least for a couple of minutes when
he asked, “So I take it you’re one of those girls that
don’t wear panties?”


With his middle finger wiggling away, I managed to not only
answer him but turned my head and looked him in the eye saying,
“I can go put some on if you want me to.”


“No, thanks, ” he said fingering me harder as we stared
in each others eyes before he went on to say, “Wayne’s
a lucky guy.”


“What do you mean, ” I asked thinking about grabbing
his crotch?


“Well as if your legs aren’t hot enough I can tell you
shave your pussy too which I think is awesome, let alone
the fact that…”


Hearing him as he was saying that I thinking about to ask
if he’d like to go to his place, but the reason he stopped
talking was we suddenly heard someone say, “Hey guys.”



Maybe thinking we were caught anyway, Dan left his hand
where it was only moving his finger. While we were busy looking
at each other, I never noticed a regular named T.J. approach
us let alone that she was even there.


I don’t know if the thought that I was getting fingered
under the table ever occurred to her or not, but only moving
his finger Dan was rubbing my g-spot. We said hello to T.J.
and were glad to see her turn and go play the jukebox.


“If you keep that up we’ll need to go somewhere else, ”
I said after a few more minutes knowing I’d cum soon if
he kept it up. He never took the hint about leaving and once
I knew I was about to cum I said, “Right there. Don’t
stop!”


Keeping his finger pressed towards my belly button he kept
rubbing away at my g-spot until I let out a few low moans that
were covered up by the music playing on the jukebox. I was
cumming and having a hard time keeping my eyes open. My shorts
were soaked and not wanting to get up I reached under the
table and squeezed his dick through his pants, but soon
after he got up to go wash off his finger.


Coming back he immediately put his hand back in my shorts
playing with my pussy or rubbing my clit while I felt him
up outside his pants. Something felt different because
I could feel his dick more clearly if that makes sense. When
I later told Wayne about it, he said that Dan probably put
his dick outside his underwear or took them off while he
was in the bathroom which made sense. Dan got us another
beer just before last call and after drinking his he said,
“I have to be up early tomorrow, but if you can get away
I’ll be here tomorrow night around nine, ” and just
like that he left after saying, “Good night.”


Having just gotten finger fucked I still felt a little frustrated,
but with Dan saying he’d be there tomorrow night, I couldn’t
wait. At home I told Wayne everything including how Dan
continued fingering me when T.J. came over and almost rubbed
my pussy raw. However, I knew it wasn’t my pussy that Wayne
was interested in.


“What about asking him to come over here, ” Wayne asked?



“I’d rather hold off on, but if we’re lucky he might
bring it up himself, ” I said.


Then I had to give up anal to him for the second time that day.
Even though I knew what I was in for, I also knew Wayne would
get me off a few times, which he did by eating me and using
my dildos before I was doggie style on the bed getting my
ass fucked again. He talked about everything I’d done
including asking questions about what it felt like sitting
there with my thighs apart when Dan’s finger first touched
my pussy. He also asked why I didn’t offer to go outside
and blow Dan after I grabbed his crotch and then let him fuck
me.


Continued in part 2. Please don’t forget to vote.


Thanks,


Mary
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