Woe is me…

So my last blog left you with an intense description of my adventures with J. bull and I promised to explain a little more in detail about my new girlfriend. This blog addition will encompass my girlfriend, whom I will endearingly refer to as “Kitty”, and my recent misadventures. Without further ado…

Kitty and I met on FetLife and it was an instant click. She and I seem to be mirror images of each other. It was so relieving to have found another woman, a hot woman no less, that shared the same views on sex as I do. Kitty and I decided to hit the town and shake shit up a bit.

I have never mentioned the Italian before, but he comes into play on this night. The Italian reads my blogs and was very interested in me and what I do. He called me incessantly (and annoyingly, I might add). He was incapable of holding a conversation about anything except sex- oh and panties jobs (which I had to Google to find out what they were).

So when the Italian called and asked what I was doing for the weekend, notoriously honest me answers with the truth. I told him that my girlfriend and I were headed downtown to the clubs for dancing. I got somewhat lost as to when this happened, but somehow the Italian invited himself along. I am always amazed at how fast thoughts can process in a split second, but in that minute timeframe I was able to fluidly move from the thoughts: “I really don’t want to see this creepy jackass” to “this creepy jackass wants to spend money on me and this night on the town could be free…” Being a Cuckoldress comes so natural to some.

Kitty and I were dressed to the nines that night. Kitty wore a sexy pair of slinky black groucho pants and a very low cut (extremely low cut) pattern printed tank top with little bitty kitty heels (tee-hee, that kitty reference was not intended). I wore a completely see through pink tank top with a black bra, a short denim skirt with lace legging underneath, and a pair of clear heeled platform, six inch heels with diamond studs down the stiletto. The night hadn’t even started yet, it was still daylight, and we were already turning heads.

The Italian shows up reeking of smoke, but he had lots of cash… We went to the first club, {It is known that I reside in Colorado Springs, so I will use the actual names of the clubs.} Blondie’s is a very laid back, very grown-up type of atmosphere. There is no dancing. There is even a piano. It is always nice to start the night off slowly here. The Italian stepped up to the bar and asked what I drink. My usual is Malibu, Diet Coke, and a lime. He ordered an entire round of the same drink. We had three, I believe, before the Italian started telling us how he would buy us a pair of panties for every day of the year. His bullshit was getting deep, but as long as he kept buying drinks and paying the cover charge then he could come along.

We left and went to Cowboys almost directly across the street. I believe that we only had one drink here (of the same sort). Kitty and I were not dressed for Cowboys, but it is pretty much standard that you must hit Cowboys at least once at some point in your adventures down Tejon Street. The Italian did what he was supposed to do; he paid the cover charge and bought the drinks. Kitty and I went to the bathroom and I pulled her into the handicapped stall. I kissed her hard. I lightly kissed down her neck while sliding my hand into her pants. Finally, I pulled her pants down (while trying to balance on my six inch stripper heels) and ate her right there. Just about the time she started to moan, people came into the bathroom and we headed back out onto the dance floor. Kitty and I danced the Electric Slide and left and headed to The Ritz.

Usually The Ritz has a live band on the weekends. I love a live band and so I was the one who urged to go there. I do not drink often and I am not able to hold my liquor very well. Kitty and I headed to the bathroom again. After everything was said and done, I began to kiss Kitty again. It was getting passionate when the (women’s) restroom door flew open and there was the Italian! He had no concept of how to properly behave in public in the United States. He was annoying. We left the bathroom and the Italian bought us Malibu drinks again. We left because the band was not that good and this club is known for fights.

Next and last on the list for the night was Rum Bay. The Italian paid our cover and bought us a drink. Kitty and I started dancing and we were an instant dance floor spectacle! She and I were dancing together and some black guy started grinding against the back of her and almost immediately after another black guy was grinding behind me. She and I kissed and danced and everyone was watching. Oddly enough, the Italian started *trying* to dance with the four of us, but it was awkward and we just pushed him out. At one point, the Italian asked Kitty and I if we were going to buy him a drink. We laughed, said no, and turned to go back to the dance floor. About the time that the Italian financially cut us off, we completely cut him off. We didn’t even know where he was in the club and we could care less.

Kitty had found her a pretty little muscle built black man and I had a massive black man on my side too. We sat down to give our feet a rest. We looked like a pretty little Oreo cookie (pardon the horrible analogy) with a black man on either side of us and her and I snuggled next to each other.

We gave our phone numbers to each respective guy and took our little party out to the alley. Being fingered in the alley is so much fun! I am not sure if it was the alcohol or the excitement of the night, but I really enjoyed being fingered at that point.

Then the Italian found us….

We decided at that point it was time to go home. Kitty called a friend to come and pick us up. We climbed into the car while the Italian was whining and begging us to come to a hotel with him. Kitty and her friend dropped me off in front of my house. Hubby came out to greet me on the sidewalk. He begged to fuck me. I was just drunk enough to let him, at least for a few minutes…

The next day, the Italian begged Kitty and I to let him take us out again. We agreed and said that he could meet us the next Friday at McKenzie’s Chop House downtown. We only agreed because it was a very reputable restaurant and it included him blowing more money on us. Kitty and I had already come to the understanding that we would have to eventually give a little to get a little… meaning that we were prepared to put out a little ass to keep the cash flow moving.

We agreed to meet the Italian at 7:30. The Italian was coming from Boulder which is an hour and a half drive at the least. So when she and I arrived downtown at 7:00, I called him to see where he was at. He didn’t answer. The call went to voice mail. I waited a few minutes and tried again. Again, it went to voice mail. Kitty did the same thing and twice it went to voice mail. That was it! No second chances.

We called hubby for ideas for the rest of the night. Hubby offered to chauffeur us around town. This allowed for Kitty and I to have a little fun in the backseat. Hubby parked the car in a remote parking lot and Kitty and I began undressing each other. She has such a pretty pussy! I began to finger fuck her. I started with just two fingers, but the more she started to thrash around, I increased it to four fingers. She moaned and coyly bit her lip. She was so incredibly hot and I could feel that she was about to cum. She whispered for me to go faster. The faster I pumped my hand into her pussy the more she thrashed and the louder she got. Finally, she began to cum and squirted me everywhere. It was so beautiful! After she came, I kissed her and we both suddenly remembered that hubby was in the driver’s seat. We looked over and hubby was feverishly pumping his cock with a look of shock on his face. He was too cute.

The work week drug on and on and finally we came to the long holiday weekend. Yesterday I decided to take a bit of a “me day” and I went shopping at the mall. The black guy from Rum Bay, whom I will refer to as “T”, text me and asked if I had any time for meeting him. Sure, why the hell not? I told him he could meet me at the Citadel Mall. We walked around and talked a little bit and decided to go all the way back across town to Indigo Joe’s for lunch. While we were at lunch, T kept looking at his cell phone. I asked him if he had any place to be. He replied, “Hopefully inside of you after this.” That was cute. Okay, sure… Let’s do this.

I followed him back to his apartment. He let me in and I was immediately taken aback by the filth! I couldn’t believe it. He seemed to be at ease in this pig sty. He lead me into what I can only assume was his bedroom, and presented an un-sheeted mattress and began kissing on me. You have got to be fucking kidding me! I made him spread a sheet over the mattress before I would even walk near it. I figured I would give it a go… He did have a pretty big cock…

The whole act of sex just seemed to be him jostling me around on the mattress. It was probably the worst fuck I have ever had! Horrible! To add to his filthy house, he pulled the condom off and threw it on the floor! UGH! I quickly dressed and left. I called hubby and explained that THAT would never happen again (meaning I would never fuck that guy again).

He text me later and ranted about what a great lay I am and how he can’t wait to fuck me again. What the fuck? I know that I am a good lay. I know exactly what I bring to the table in a sexual encounter. Why don’t men wear some sort of warning around their necks announcing that they are an awful lay?

Woe is me…