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When: October 1981
Status: Married nine years, two children
Occupation: Teacher
Occupation: Teacher
Meetings: 1
Age: 32
Quotable: "You're a walking hard-on."
Quotable: "You're a walking hard-on."
Okay, I could have found Jim, but I didn’t think he’d appreciate me barging in on the fun he was having with a really cute married girl named Gina that he had started fucking.
Yeah, he’s as bad as me.
My parents were up in Santa Barbara for the weekend and all of my other friends were out with their girls. I wasn’t dating anyone at the time and I really wanted to get out of the house. So I figured that I’d head over to my favorite steak place, the Steer ‘n Stein.
I was young, I was incredibly hung (okay, I was just young, whatever) and I was hungry enough to each a horse. Or more accurately, I was hungry enough to eat sixteen ounces of cow.
Suck on that, PETA assholes.
A lot of people have a real thing about eating alone. I don’t. I like food. I love steak. And I think I’m pretty fucking good company, even if I’m by myself. And with my handy-dandy fake ID, I figured that I could get a beer. Hey, I pulled down straight A’s. I deserved a Corona.
I waited until 7:30 or so to leave. I wanted to wait for the dinner rush to slow down. I got there around 8:00 and even though that wasn’t all that late, I was surprised at how slow it seemed for a Friday night.
The hostess sat me at one of the small booths (the kind that seats one to each side) and I gave her my order. This area had a few couples that must’ve been left over from the dinner rush. I scanned the area, just taking in who was there.
The waitress came and I gave her my order: a 16-ounce motherfucking plank steak, medium fucking rare, baked potato, butter only (with extra butter), and a salad with ranch dressing. I fucking hate sour cream. I like butter. That’s how you eat a baked potato—butter, then when it gets soaked in, extra butter.
Anyway, after she left, I took a sip of my Corona and out of the corner of my eye, noticed a blonde lady who I estimated to be around thirty. Very cute and she had just started her salad.
She smiled at me and I smiled back.
“Fun eating alone, huh?” she asked.
“A blast,” I smiled back.
“Hubby’s away on business. What’s your excuse?”
“For not having a husband or eating alone?”
She kind of laughed.
“Well, you seem like a good catch. And you’re young. There’s time to find Mr. Right. Then I’m sure he’ll take you out all the time.”
I laughed.
“Anyway, I took my kids to my parents’ house for the night and was supposed to go out with my girlfriend for dinner. She couldn’t make it, so I figured no reason for me to starve,” she laughed. “So why are you here all alone?”
“All my friends are with their girlfriends. I finished midterms…..wanted to treat myself.”
“Where do you go?”
“Chaffey..”
She eyed my beer. “21, huh?”
I changed the subject.
She eyed my beer. “21, huh?”
I changed the subject.
“So…that Thousand Island?”
“Uh huh.”
“You do realize that’s the most disgusting dressing ever created?”
“No, blue cheese is.”
“Heretic.”
The waitress interrupted our heated debate by bringing me my salad.
“Bleu cheese?”
“Ranch.”
“Okay.”
We chatted off and on for a few minutes when she said, “Hey, care to join me for dinner? Beats talking across the aisle.”
So I did.
Bonnie was a math teacher for the San Bernardino Unified School District and had been married for 9 years. She and her hubby had a son and a daughter. I didn’t ask how old she was. I didn’t care, because I was in love. And love doesn’t recognize ages.
Okay, I just thought she was funny and cute. We spent an hour and half talking and eating. Finally, when the waitress brought our checks, Bonnie grabbed mine. My protests were to no avail.
“No. You work on mobile homes. You work for your mom. All to put yourself through college. Really, it’s the least I can do! After all, I am a teacher. I have to support anybody’s quest for higher education.”
I felt a tad awkward, but finally relented. The irony of a slapdick of a student like me supposedly pursuing knowledge is a bit ironic.
I thought that was it and was trying to figure out if I should give her my number and see if she’d like to grab lunch sometime. As my mind tried to figure out my next move, Bonnie said, “Wanna grab a couple of drinks? Night’s still young.”
Fuck yeah.
We drove over to the Buffalo Inn, parked our cars and went inside.
We sat and had a few Coronas when Bonnie said, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
The waitress interrupted our heated debate by bringing me my salad.
“Bleu cheese?”
“Ranch.”
“Okay.”
We chatted off and on for a few minutes when she said, “Hey, care to join me for dinner? Beats talking across the aisle.”
So I did.
Bonnie was a math teacher for the San Bernardino Unified School District and had been married for 9 years. She and her hubby had a son and a daughter. I didn’t ask how old she was. I didn’t care, because I was in love. And love doesn’t recognize ages.
Okay, I just thought she was funny and cute. We spent an hour and half talking and eating. Finally, when the waitress brought our checks, Bonnie grabbed mine. My protests were to no avail.
“No. You work on mobile homes. You work for your mom. All to put yourself through college. Really, it’s the least I can do! After all, I am a teacher. I have to support anybody’s quest for higher education.”
I felt a tad awkward, but finally relented. The irony of a slapdick of a student like me supposedly pursuing knowledge is a bit ironic.
I thought that was it and was trying to figure out if I should give her my number and see if she’d like to grab lunch sometime. As my mind tried to figure out my next move, Bonnie said, “Wanna grab a couple of drinks? Night’s still young.”
Fuck yeah.
We drove over to the Buffalo Inn, parked our cars and went inside.
We sat and had a few Coronas when Bonnie said, “Can I ask you a personal question?”
“Sure.”
“Have you ever been with a married woman?”
“Oh yeah.”
She kind of nodded and smiled.
“Uh, okay. Well, I’ve been married for awhile. And the sex is kind of, well, not really there. So sometimes, I have to, you know, step outside, if you know what I mean.”
She kind of nodded and smiled.
“Uh, okay. Well, I’ve been married for awhile. And the sex is kind of, well, not really there. So sometimes, I have to, you know, step outside, if you know what I mean.”
“Uh huh.”
“There’s been five so far. I know that sounds like a lot, and it makes me look slutty, but I have needs he isn’t taking care of. I love him and would never want to break up our family…but you know, sometimes you have to do what you have to do.”
“Okay. That’s cool. No judgments here.”
She took a swig of her beer.
“So….I’m kinda seeing this married guy. We work together. Just a couple times a month, you know? He was the ‘girlfriend’ I was supposed to see tonight. He had to cancel. It’s tricky doing this stuff.”
“I’d imagine.”
“So, maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, shit...I’ll just say it. I’d love you to come over to my place and spend the night. But you have to promise that when it’s over, it’s over? No problems after?”
So a guilt-free night with this chick? And all I have to do is drive away in the morning? Uh, okay, yeah, I agreed to those terms.
“Don’t worry. I’m too lazy to stalk.”
She laughed pretty hard and that and took a swig of her beer.
“Good to hear. Yeah, I’ve only cheated with married men. But I like you. You’re cute. You’re smart. Do like oral?”
“Love it.”
“Mmmmm….yeah, me too. So kiss me.”
I leaned over and we started kissing. I slid my hand up her leg and pushed it against her pussy.
“Yeah, nice.”
“Unzip your pants.”
Luckily, it was dimly lit in there. She unzipped her slacks and I reached under her panties and ran my finger over her pussy lips. I told her to just relax and I’d keep an eye out for anybody approaching us.
We were sitting side by side and I rubbed her clit and then slid my middle finger inside of her pussy. I kept my eyes open for any potential interruptions and kept wiggling my finger inside of her. A minute or so later, she whimpered a little and came.
“You gotta be kidding me, honey,” she laughed.
“Just a sample of what’s going to happen to you tonight.”
“You’re confident.”
“I’m good.”
“Yeah, I bet you are.”
“The more a woman comes, the more I like it.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight….”
“I’m gonna eat your pussy and your ass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Follow me. Wilson Ave on 16th Street between San Antonio and Euclid.”
We wouldn’t be able to wait.
The Buffalo Inn’s parking lot is basically an empty lot you drive down into. It’s unpaved and dark. And we got to our cars and the place was pretty empty. I looked at her and said, “How about we start here?” “Okay.”
My 1972 Chevy Nova was awesome. It was yellow with a black ragtop. And the coolest thing for sex was the bench seats. Cars back then had a set, unlike most of the pussy mobiles out on the road today.
It was so dark, we just undressed outside of my car and threw our clothes in the front. We were hidden away nicely and started kissing and rubbing our hands over each other.
I leaned down and started sucking her nipples. I put my hand between her legs and started rubbing her very wet pussy.
Palm Pilot time!
My left arm was draped around her shoulders and I started kissing her as I masturbated her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and was moaning and shifting her body as I worked. Finally, she pulled away and yelled “OH FUCK!” As she started cumming, I shoved my middle finger in and out her as fast and hard as I could.
That thing’s fucking money.
Bonnie was still shaking as I leaned back and kissed her. When she caught her breath, she had me sit up and she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it fast and hard for a minute, then straddled me and slid down my cock.
“I’m gonna fuck you….you fucking cum in me….baby…..”
She really did fuck me. All I did was sit there with my hands on her ass as she bounced up and down on my cock. I played and squeezed her ass as she rode me to another orgasm.
“Fuck, coming again…..yeahhhhhh…..”
She stopped for a second and kissed me. “You cum when you need to, baby.”
That would be easier said than done. I was in that condition where you get so hard you almost can’t cum. It’s incredibly unpleasant and extremely wonderful at the same time. It’s Mother Nature’s little prank on horny guys.
Bonnie rode me some more. And came again. “Fuck baby, how long can you last? You’re fucking eighteen. Gimmie your cum!”
She smiled and we maneuvered around until we were in a missionary position. Well, as close as you can get to the missionary position in a Chevy Nova.
I looked down at her wet pussy and had to have a taste. I sucked and licked her hard clit, my face getting soaked in the process. I slid my tongue into her pussy and Bonnie let out a loud shriek and came again.
“Fuck me and fill me up, baby. Give me that cum, baby….fuck me hard and just let me have it good and hard.”
I love it when women talk dirty.
I slid in and fucked her as hard as I could. It didn’t take long before I got the signal that I was about to get the relief I had been seeking.
“That’s it, honey. You cum for me honey, okay…please…I need you to cum….”
She took a swig of her beer.
“So….I’m kinda seeing this married guy. We work together. Just a couple times a month, you know? He was the ‘girlfriend’ I was supposed to see tonight. He had to cancel. It’s tricky doing this stuff.”
“I’d imagine.”
“So, maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, shit...I’ll just say it. I’d love you to come over to my place and spend the night. But you have to promise that when it’s over, it’s over? No problems after?”
So a guilt-free night with this chick? And all I have to do is drive away in the morning? Uh, okay, yeah, I agreed to those terms.
“Don’t worry. I’m too lazy to stalk.”
She laughed pretty hard and that and took a swig of her beer.
“Good to hear. Yeah, I’ve only cheated with married men. But I like you. You’re cute. You’re smart. Do like oral?”
“Love it.”
“Mmmmm….yeah, me too. So kiss me.”
I leaned over and we started kissing. I slid my hand up her leg and pushed it against her pussy.
“Yeah, nice.”
“Unzip your pants.”
Luckily, it was dimly lit in there. She unzipped her slacks and I reached under her panties and ran my finger over her pussy lips. I told her to just relax and I’d keep an eye out for anybody approaching us.
We were sitting side by side and I rubbed her clit and then slid my middle finger inside of her pussy. I kept my eyes open for any potential interruptions and kept wiggling my finger inside of her. A minute or so later, she whimpered a little and came.
“You gotta be kidding me, honey,” she laughed.
“Just a sample of what’s going to happen to you tonight.”
“You’re confident.”
“I’m good.”
“Yeah, I bet you are.”
“The more a woman comes, the more I like it.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight….”
“I’m gonna eat your pussy and your ass.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Follow me. Wilson Ave on 16th Street between San Antonio and Euclid.”
We wouldn’t be able to wait.
The Buffalo Inn’s parking lot is basically an empty lot you drive down into. It’s unpaved and dark. And we got to our cars and the place was pretty empty. I looked at her and said, “How about we start here?” “Okay.”
My 1972 Chevy Nova was awesome. It was yellow with a black ragtop. And the coolest thing for sex was the bench seats. Cars back then had a set, unlike most of the pussy mobiles out on the road today.
It was so dark, we just undressed outside of my car and threw our clothes in the front. We were hidden away nicely and started kissing and rubbing our hands over each other.
I leaned down and started sucking her nipples. I put my hand between her legs and started rubbing her very wet pussy.
Palm Pilot time!
My left arm was draped around her shoulders and I started kissing her as I masturbated her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and was moaning and shifting her body as I worked. Finally, she pulled away and yelled “OH FUCK!” As she started cumming, I shoved my middle finger in and out her as fast and hard as I could.
That thing’s fucking money.
Bonnie was still shaking as I leaned back and kissed her. When she caught her breath, she had me sit up and she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked on it fast and hard for a minute, then straddled me and slid down my cock.
“I’m gonna fuck you….you fucking cum in me….baby…..”
She really did fuck me. All I did was sit there with my hands on her ass as she bounced up and down on my cock. I played and squeezed her ass as she rode me to another orgasm.
“Fuck, coming again…..yeahhhhhh…..”
She stopped for a second and kissed me. “You cum when you need to, baby.”
That would be easier said than done. I was in that condition where you get so hard you almost can’t cum. It’s incredibly unpleasant and extremely wonderful at the same time. It’s Mother Nature’s little prank on horny guys.
Bonnie rode me some more. And came again. “Fuck baby, how long can you last? You’re fucking eighteen. Gimmie your cum!”
She smiled and we maneuvered around until we were in a missionary position. Well, as close as you can get to the missionary position in a Chevy Nova.
Touch your toes, Bonnie.
“Fuck me and fill me up, baby. Give me that cum, baby….fuck me hard and just let me have it good and hard.”
I love it when women talk dirty.
I slid in and fucked her as hard as I could. It didn’t take long before I got the signal that I was about to get the relief I had been seeking.
“That’s it, honey. You cum for me honey, okay…please…I need you to cum….”
That did it. I unloaded a gallon into her. Okay, so it just felt like a gallon.
She pushed herself up and laughed. “Fuck. I feel like I’ve been gang-banged by one guy! If that’s what you can do in a car, I can’t wait till we get into a bed.”
Then she looked down, started laughing, and said, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!!?!?”
Yeah. I was still hard. Bonnie looked around. “Sit there and let me take care of you, sweetie.”
That “gang-banged by one guy” line is a classic; one of my all-time favorites.
And for the next ten minutes, Bonnie sucked and licked my balls and cock. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of her warm mouth on my cock and her tongue running across my cock’s swollen head. When I started to breathe heavily, she said, “I swallow, baby.”
Man, she knew how to push me over the edge. I emptied my balls into her warm mouth. She lowered her head and I could hear her swallow my cum. We untangled our bodies and crawled out of the car. My only regret about that Nova is that it was a two-door and not a four-door.
She came up to me and hugged me hard. So there we were, a naked, married blond in her thirties and an eighteen year-old hugging like long lost lovers.
“I need this ride home,” she said. “I’m so fucking sensitive down there right now.” Then she paused for a moment, pulled away, looked down, and said, “Oh come on!” I was cracking up.
I don’t know what it was about her, but it was like the Steel Penis Rod Fairy had come and visited me. Bonnie just had that effect on me.
“No, it’s just reacting to your body heat. It’ll soften up in a minute.”
Bonnie laughed and said, “Hey, not like I’m gonna complain about having a hard cock available all night.”
I kissed her again and asked her if there was any public parking near her house.
“There’s a park a couple of streets down.”
“Good place for me to park.”
“Yeah, you’ve definitely been with married women before.”
“Hey, do me a favor. Lean against the car, like I was going to frisk you.”
“Odd, but hey, at this point you’ve earned my trust,” she laughed.
I leaned down and quickly rimmed her ass and tongued her asshole.
“Just a preview.”
“Can’t wait to catch the rest of that movie.”
Heh. Cumming attractions....
We got dressed and jumped—uh, eased slowly—into our cars and I followed her up to 16th Street. She pulled into the park we had talked about and I parked my car and hopped into hers.
“Baby?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s kick back for a bit and have some more beer when we get to my place. You’ve worn me out and I need to recharge. I’m 32 and need to regroup!”
Fine by me. That would give my balls some time to manufacture some more cum. After all, I had already blown ten gallons out that night. We got to her house and it was around 2:00 A.M. I was a bit bummed. Morning was far too close for my taste.
We got in and Bonnie just stripped down naked and we started downing some beers.
“So, you know how I said just tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“Hubby isn’t back till Monday morning. How about I call my parents in the morning and I’ll tell them I’m not feeling well. They can watch the kids tomorrow and Sunday. Would that be okay?”
“I’d love it.”
My parents wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. Fuck yeah it’d be alright.
Around three, we were really feeling buzzed. Actually, we were just drunk as fuck. We staggered into her bedroom and she laid flat on her stomach and spread her ass cheeks.I dove face-first into that hot ass. I rimmed her for a couple of minutes and then grabbed her hips and pulled my face as tight as I could into her ass and shoved my tongue inside.
“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…yes…..fucking yessssssssssssssssssss!”
Her reaction just fueled me more and I shoved my tongue as deep as I could and moved it around and in and out. And the more I did it, the more she moaned and cried and swore. And the more she did that, the harder I worked my tongue. We just kept feeding off each other. It was insane.
She came twice and after the second time, I rolled her onto her back. “You think I’m gonna forget your pussy?”
“No way, honey……"
She did just that. I should’ve worn a fucking lobster bib. I spent twenty minutes eating her pussy. And the more I made her cum, the wilder she got. And that just got me going again. I can still feel her hands pulling my head into her crotch.
Finally, I spread her legs and shoved my cock into her soaked pussy. And just like in the car, I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. At that point, I didn’t even try keeping track of her orgasms.
I was fucking Bonnie so hard, the headboard was banging against the wall and her arm knocked over a lamp, breaking it. Neither of us cared. I kept fucking her until she said, “I want it in the ass, Ryan.”
Bonnie opened up the drawer in her nightstand and handed me some lube. I lubed her asshole up and then put some on my cock. Bonnie then laid flat on her stomach and spread her ass cheeks again. I eased my cock in and slowly guided it in all the way.
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I lasted about a minute in that hot, tight ass, groaning and shooting my cum in there as she moaned her encouragement.
That was it. We were done. Eighteen or not, my cock—my friend, my partner, my consultant, my life coach, my mentor, and sometimes my tax accountant—was done. He told me that he needed sleep.
Bonnie and I passed out, wrapped around each other.
Around noon the next day, we started waking up. I was amazed that I wasn’t as hung over as I thought I’d be. Bonnie kissed and hugged me.
“You were awesome, honey. So wild….wish my husband fucked me like that.”
Bonnie started herself a bath. “Baby, make yourself something to eat. I need to soak my muscles for a few minutes. For some reason, I’m really sore!”
I wandered into the kitchen and pulled out some bacon and eggs and started cooking. I also got made some toast. I was fucking starving and needed to refuel. I made up two plates and brought them into the bathroom.
“Holy cow. That’s it. I’m divorcing my hubby. You will be my new husband. You must cook for me and fuck me every day,” she laughed. “Come on in!”
Hmmmmmm......a great offer, except for the kids......
I did hop in with her for a bit. Then we showered off the bubbles and I ran home to check my answering machine. I knew my parents would have left a message and I knew I'd better return it.
Sure, they trusted me. But they didn't trust me THAT much!
I got home and it was the standard "checking in" type of message. I called them and talked to them for a few minutes, and told them all the chores and shit had been done. Then I hopped back into my Nova and drove back up to Bonnie's place.
When I got back, Bonnie was ready to go again. I loved her attitude. If you're going to cheat, fucking do it and make the most of it.
We got back to business for an hour. I ate her out and then fucked her twice. My eighteen year-old mentor and life coach was ready to roll. Yes, Mr. Happy wanted me to know that he'd be ready for whatever I threw at him (or threw him into, if you get my drift).
Around 5:30, we got dressed and ran out to In-N-Out and got some burgers and fries and took them back to her place. Man, a woman who loved to fuck AND loved In-N-Out? How cool was that?
We chowed down our greasy bounty and kicked back and talked awhile. Then Bonnie grabbed some beer and we started getting drunk.
A few beers later, I was feeling pretty good. The beer got me nice and hard (as did looking at her in her panties and bra) and totally buzzed. I think that I've mentioned in previous entries that when it comes to alcohol, I'm a total lightweight.
And so was she. And the beer made her as horny as it made me. We'd go down and each other and fuck, then rest up, drink some more, and start everything all over again. We spent the whole night keeping our drunk on--so to speak--and having sex.
Oral, anal, fucking, whatever. We did whatever we felt like. We'd sex it up, take a shower, drink some more and repeat the whole process again and again. I didn't think I could be as drained as I was by 4:30, when we passed out.
I remember Bonnie kissing me and gently pushing my shoulder around 2:00, Sunday afternoon.
"Honey? You gotta wake up, baby....."
I groaned. I had a slight headache and opened my eyes and took in a blurry vision of Bonnie's face. It was still cute as could be.
"Oh man....can't believe I slept this late....."
"I didn't want to wake you until I had to."
"Tell me this weekend isn't over."
"Wish I could," she smiled.
"Then tell me I'm dreaming and this is really Friday night, then."
She laughed. "Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more."
I pulled myself up.
"How long do I have until you have to kick me out?"
"An hour and a half, give or take a few minutes. Go take your shower. I washed your clothes and I'll make you some lunch."
Bonnie then leaned down and kissed me.
Fuck. That's what I call cool. I could see fixing me some food, but to do my clothes? What a sweet lady.
Neither of us was in any shape for sex, especially me. Mr. Happy left a post-it note on my brain. It said, "Don't talk to me until tomorrow night. I'm sleeping. Love you, man."
Mr. Happy is always quite nice and polite to me. Then again, he is my mentor.
I took my shower and dried off. The shower did wonders. Nothing helps with what's ailing you like a hot shower. Nothing helps to clear your thoughts and mind like all that hot water rolling off your body.
I got out and we sat and ate and chatted for awhile. Bonnie was such a nice lady and a blast to talk to. Finally, it was time for her to pick up her kids--and that meant it was time for my sometimes tax accountant and I to head off.
We walked to the front door. Bonnie wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. We thanked each other for a great weekend and then we left. Bonnie got into her car and I walked down to my car and drove home.
And that would’ve been the end of that. Ah, but wait! There’s more!
In December of 1993, I accompanied Alex to her company’s big Christmas dinner. She introduced me around (with the not at all subtle warning to behave myself) and we ran into a nice fellow she introduced as the company’s district sales manager for the southern California district.
Nice guy. His name was Jay and we chatted for a bit. Then he introduced me to his wife.
Bonnie.
Yeah, twelve years had passed. So what? We recognized each other, but went through the “Oh, hey, nice to meet you…we’ve never met or fucked before…..”
Ten minutes later, Bonnie cornered me.
She smiled and said, “Hey, I thought you said you were too lazy to stalk me.”
“Hey, after twelve years I think I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Cute wife.”
“She’s quite insane, you know.”
“Of course. All great women like us are a bit crazy. I want you to know….I’ve never forgotten that weekend.”
“I haven’t either. You were amazing.”
“Fuck that. You were the amazing one. Wanna know something else?”
“Sure.”
“After that weekend….I started letting my boyfriend know more what I wanted, you know? Made it so much better. When that ended, I got more aggressive sexually with hubby. He loved it. Ain’t that something?”
“So I impacted your life in a positive way?”
“Yes, of course! I mean, I got more assertive. I mean, I kinda realized being really into sex like that wasn’t slutty or anything.”
“You still play around?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah….good. I’m glad I met you that night.”
“Me too.”
I would've loved to start up again with her. She was just as beautiful twelve years later. But no way. Her hubby was one of Blondie's co-workers. I wasn't about to fuck up my wife's career that way.
On the way home, I mentioned my weekend with Bonnie to The Great One.
"Oh? I thought she looked like she recognized you."
"Yeah. It was a pretty wild weekend."
"You know what I'll do to you if you try to get in her pants again, don't you?" she laughed.
"Sew them back on and cut them off again?"
"Yup!"
That's a running joke we've had since we met. She knew I'd never fuck up her career. But she never passes on a chance to remind me that she's the boss."Well, don't worry. He never found out and she'll never tell him."
"I'm not worried. I would be if you fucked her again. But I've trained you too well for that to happen!"
"Just drive us home, weirdo."I was glad Bonnie didn't ask to start up again. It's a shame, though, that we didn't get together again after that weekend back in 1981. Then again, she did already have a boyfriend, a husband, kids and a career.
There's only room for so much, right?
Oh, and Jay later went on and became the Western Regional Sales Manager for Alex' company a couple of years later. He spent a few years in that position before leaving for an even better job.
Regardless, Bonnie, you were one great lady.
She pushed herself up and laughed. “Fuck. I feel like I’ve been gang-banged by one guy! If that’s what you can do in a car, I can’t wait till we get into a bed.”
Then she looked down, started laughing, and said, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!?!!?!?”
Yeah. I was still hard. Bonnie looked around. “Sit there and let me take care of you, sweetie.”
That “gang-banged by one guy” line is a classic; one of my all-time favorites.
And for the next ten minutes, Bonnie sucked and licked my balls and cock. I just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations of her warm mouth on my cock and her tongue running across my cock’s swollen head. When I started to breathe heavily, she said, “I swallow, baby.”
Man, she knew how to push me over the edge. I emptied my balls into her warm mouth. She lowered her head and I could hear her swallow my cum. We untangled our bodies and crawled out of the car. My only regret about that Nova is that it was a two-door and not a four-door.
She came up to me and hugged me hard. So there we were, a naked, married blond in her thirties and an eighteen year-old hugging like long lost lovers.
“I need this ride home,” she said. “I’m so fucking sensitive down there right now.” Then she paused for a moment, pulled away, looked down, and said, “Oh come on!” I was cracking up.
I don’t know what it was about her, but it was like the Steel Penis Rod Fairy had come and visited me. Bonnie just had that effect on me.
“No, it’s just reacting to your body heat. It’ll soften up in a minute.”
Bonnie laughed and said, “Hey, not like I’m gonna complain about having a hard cock available all night.”
I kissed her again and asked her if there was any public parking near her house.
“There’s a park a couple of streets down.”
“Good place for me to park.”
“Yeah, you’ve definitely been with married women before.”
“Hey, do me a favor. Lean against the car, like I was going to frisk you.”
“Odd, but hey, at this point you’ve earned my trust,” she laughed.
I leaned down and quickly rimmed her ass and tongued her asshole.
“Just a preview.”
“Can’t wait to catch the rest of that movie.”
Heh. Cumming attractions....
We got dressed and jumped—uh, eased slowly—into our cars and I followed her up to 16th Street. She pulled into the park we had talked about and I parked my car and hopped into hers.
“Baby?”
“Yes?”
“Let’s kick back for a bit and have some more beer when we get to my place. You’ve worn me out and I need to recharge. I’m 32 and need to regroup!”
Fine by me. That would give my balls some time to manufacture some more cum. After all, I had already blown ten gallons out that night. We got to her house and it was around 2:00 A.M. I was a bit bummed. Morning was far too close for my taste.
We got in and Bonnie just stripped down naked and we started downing some beers.
“So, you know how I said just tonight?”
“Yeah.”
“Hubby isn’t back till Monday morning. How about I call my parents in the morning and I’ll tell them I’m not feeling well. They can watch the kids tomorrow and Sunday. Would that be okay?”
“I’d love it.”
My parents wouldn’t be back until Tuesday. Fuck yeah it’d be alright.
Around three, we were really feeling buzzed. Actually, we were just drunk as fuck. We staggered into her bedroom and she laid flat on her stomach and spread her ass cheeks.I dove face-first into that hot ass. I rimmed her for a couple of minutes and then grabbed her hips and pulled my face as tight as I could into her ass and shoved my tongue inside.
“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck…yes…..fucking yessssssssssssssssssss!”
Her reaction just fueled me more and I shoved my tongue as deep as I could and moved it around and in and out. And the more I did it, the more she moaned and cried and swore. And the more she did that, the harder I worked my tongue. We just kept feeding off each other. It was insane.
She came twice and after the second time, I rolled her onto her back. “You think I’m gonna forget your pussy?”
“No way, honey……"
She did just that. I should’ve worn a fucking lobster bib. I spent twenty minutes eating her pussy. And the more I made her cum, the wilder she got. And that just got me going again. I can still feel her hands pulling my head into her crotch.
Finally, I spread her legs and shoved my cock into her soaked pussy. And just like in the car, I fucked her as fast and hard as I could. At that point, I didn’t even try keeping track of her orgasms.
I was fucking Bonnie so hard, the headboard was banging against the wall and her arm knocked over a lamp, breaking it. Neither of us cared. I kept fucking her until she said, “I want it in the ass, Ryan.”
Bonnie opened up the drawer in her nightstand and handed me some lube. I lubed her asshole up and then put some on my cock. Bonnie then laid flat on her stomach and spread her ass cheeks again. I eased my cock in and slowly guided it in all the way.
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Keep going......
I lasted about a minute in that hot, tight ass, groaning and shooting my cum in there as she moaned her encouragement.
That was it. We were done. Eighteen or not, my cock—my friend, my partner, my consultant, my life coach, my mentor, and sometimes my tax accountant—was done. He told me that he needed sleep.
Bonnie and I passed out, wrapped around each other.
Around noon the next day, we started waking up. I was amazed that I wasn’t as hung over as I thought I’d be. Bonnie kissed and hugged me.
“You were awesome, honey. So wild….wish my husband fucked me like that.”
Bonnie started herself a bath. “Baby, make yourself something to eat. I need to soak my muscles for a few minutes. For some reason, I’m really sore!”
I wandered into the kitchen and pulled out some bacon and eggs and started cooking. I also got made some toast. I was fucking starving and needed to refuel. I made up two plates and brought them into the bathroom.
“Holy cow. That’s it. I’m divorcing my hubby. You will be my new husband. You must cook for me and fuck me every day,” she laughed. “Come on in!”
Hmmmmmm......a great offer, except for the kids......
I did hop in with her for a bit. Then we showered off the bubbles and I ran home to check my answering machine. I knew my parents would have left a message and I knew I'd better return it.
Sure, they trusted me. But they didn't trust me THAT much!
I got home and it was the standard "checking in" type of message. I called them and talked to them for a few minutes, and told them all the chores and shit had been done. Then I hopped back into my Nova and drove back up to Bonnie's place.
When I got back, Bonnie was ready to go again. I loved her attitude. If you're going to cheat, fucking do it and make the most of it.
We got back to business for an hour. I ate her out and then fucked her twice. My eighteen year-old mentor and life coach was ready to roll. Yes, Mr. Happy wanted me to know that he'd be ready for whatever I threw at him (or threw him into, if you get my drift).
Around 5:30, we got dressed and ran out to In-N-Out and got some burgers and fries and took them back to her place. Man, a woman who loved to fuck AND loved In-N-Out? How cool was that?
We chowed down our greasy bounty and kicked back and talked awhile. Then Bonnie grabbed some beer and we started getting drunk.
A few beers later, I was feeling pretty good. The beer got me nice and hard (as did looking at her in her panties and bra) and totally buzzed. I think that I've mentioned in previous entries that when it comes to alcohol, I'm a total lightweight.
And so was she. And the beer made her as horny as it made me. We'd go down and each other and fuck, then rest up, drink some more, and start everything all over again. We spent the whole night keeping our drunk on--so to speak--and having sex.
Oral, anal, fucking, whatever. We did whatever we felt like. We'd sex it up, take a shower, drink some more and repeat the whole process again and again. I didn't think I could be as drained as I was by 4:30, when we passed out.
I remember Bonnie kissing me and gently pushing my shoulder around 2:00, Sunday afternoon.
"Honey? You gotta wake up, baby....."
I groaned. I had a slight headache and opened my eyes and took in a blurry vision of Bonnie's face. It was still cute as could be.
"Oh man....can't believe I slept this late....."
"I didn't want to wake you until I had to."
"Tell me this weekend isn't over."
"Wish I could," she smiled.
"Then tell me I'm dreaming and this is really Friday night, then."
She laughed. "Believe me, there's nothing I'd like more."
I pulled myself up.
"How long do I have until you have to kick me out?"
"An hour and a half, give or take a few minutes. Go take your shower. I washed your clothes and I'll make you some lunch."
Bonnie then leaned down and kissed me.
Fuck. That's what I call cool. I could see fixing me some food, but to do my clothes? What a sweet lady.
Neither of us was in any shape for sex, especially me. Mr. Happy left a post-it note on my brain. It said, "Don't talk to me until tomorrow night. I'm sleeping. Love you, man."
Mr. Happy is always quite nice and polite to me. Then again, he is my mentor.
I took my shower and dried off. The shower did wonders. Nothing helps with what's ailing you like a hot shower. Nothing helps to clear your thoughts and mind like all that hot water rolling off your body.
I got out and we sat and ate and chatted for awhile. Bonnie was such a nice lady and a blast to talk to. Finally, it was time for her to pick up her kids--and that meant it was time for my sometimes tax accountant and I to head off.
We walked to the front door. Bonnie wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big kiss. We thanked each other for a great weekend and then we left. Bonnie got into her car and I walked down to my car and drove home.
And that would’ve been the end of that. Ah, but wait! There’s more!
In December of 1993, I accompanied Alex to her company’s big Christmas dinner. She introduced me around (with the not at all subtle warning to behave myself) and we ran into a nice fellow she introduced as the company’s district sales manager for the southern California district.
Nice guy. His name was Jay and we chatted for a bit. Then he introduced me to his wife.
Bonnie.
Yeah, twelve years had passed. So what? We recognized each other, but went through the “Oh, hey, nice to meet you…we’ve never met or fucked before…..”
Ten minutes later, Bonnie cornered me.
She smiled and said, “Hey, I thought you said you were too lazy to stalk me.”
“Hey, after twelve years I think I’m allowed to change my mind.”
“Cute wife.”
“She’s quite insane, you know.”
“Of course. All great women like us are a bit crazy. I want you to know….I’ve never forgotten that weekend.”
“I haven’t either. You were amazing.”
“Fuck that. You were the amazing one. Wanna know something else?”
“Sure.”
“After that weekend….I started letting my boyfriend know more what I wanted, you know? Made it so much better. When that ended, I got more aggressive sexually with hubby. He loved it. Ain’t that something?”
“So I impacted your life in a positive way?”
“Yes, of course! I mean, I got more assertive. I mean, I kinda realized being really into sex like that wasn’t slutty or anything.”
“You still play around?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah….good. I’m glad I met you that night.”
“Me too.”
I would've loved to start up again with her. She was just as beautiful twelve years later. But no way. Her hubby was one of Blondie's co-workers. I wasn't about to fuck up my wife's career that way.
On the way home, I mentioned my weekend with Bonnie to The Great One.
"Oh? I thought she looked like she recognized you."
"Yeah. It was a pretty wild weekend."
"You know what I'll do to you if you try to get in her pants again, don't you?" she laughed.
"Sew them back on and cut them off again?"
"Yup!"
That's a running joke we've had since we met. She knew I'd never fuck up her career. But she never passes on a chance to remind me that she's the boss."Well, don't worry. He never found out and she'll never tell him."
"I'm not worried. I would be if you fucked her again. But I've trained you too well for that to happen!"
"Just drive us home, weirdo."I was glad Bonnie didn't ask to start up again. It's a shame, though, that we didn't get together again after that weekend back in 1981. Then again, she did already have a boyfriend, a husband, kids and a career.
Oh, and Jay later went on and became the Western Regional Sales Manager for Alex' company a couple of years later. He spent a few years in that position before leaving for an even better job.
Regardless, Bonnie, you were one great lady.
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