Wow! What an interesting day today was! 
Loser called from work saying he was going to work late. This is not such a big surprise since he does it all the time. So, I was sitting on my front porch swing, wearing yoga pants, a tank top, and a light jacket enjoying the near-70 degree weather. I watched people as they drove by, waved at them. Then I saw Tristan walking…without his dog or Emma! This almost NEVER happens! I hollered at him (I’m from Kentucky…so sue me! LOL) and asked where his other half was. He immediately replied, “She’s pissed at me!” He came up on the porch and sat on the steps. “And, what’s worse, is I’m not sure why! One minute she’s fine, and the next she’s damned near ready to shoot me.” I walked over and sat on the steps beside him. “I just don’t get it, Rose.” I wrapped an arm around his back, gently rubbing it. I told him he could talk to me about it if he wanted, and when he looked at me our eyes locked. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” I’m sure I blushed as I thanked him! One of the bad things about being fair-skinned even the slightest blushing shows. But then, he smiled at me, tipped my chin up, and tenderly kissed my lips!
Standing, I said, “Tristan, we shouldn’t…”
He simply replied with, “I don’t care. I’ve watched you and wanted you for so long! I can’t wait anymore!!” He gripped my wrists and crushed me against the wall! Tristan groped, starting to push the jacket from my shoulders, he licked my neck. I got goose bumps! The pure thrill of being that exposed, knowing at any minute one of our other neighbors could see us-or even Emma!-it was exhilarating!! When he pushed his pelvis against mine, forcing that cock against me, I couldn’t resist. I managed to whisper breathlessly for him to go inside. Opening the door, he pulled me in with one fluid motion. I was already beginning to tremble with excitement as he let my jacket fall to the floor and pulled off my top. Then, he suddenly slowed. Tracing a finger over my red satin bra and across my hard nipple, he said, “I’m going to savor staring at your body. You’ve made me want you so bad…now I’m going to make you want me!” I could only stare in awe. Wondering how he managed to put me in this position. It was a turn on to have Tristan just take total control. I’m not used to it! AND I normally HATE it!! He untied my yoga pants and slid them delicately off. He grinned up at me when he saw the growing wet spot on my red satin thong. Still he took his time. Hands roaming my body, caressing my curves. He took my hand and led me toward the kitchen. Pulling off his shirt and dropping it casually on a chair, he again turned and pulled me against him.
I felt like a school-girl as I undid his jeans. When I leaned forward to slide the jeans down, Tristan unhooked my bra and it fell. My nipples were so hard! I knelt down as he leaned against my kitchen table, pulled off his boxers, and simply stared at his HUGE fucking dick!!!! I thought I’d take control back, so I started licking his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. God, he smelled SO good! I licked and nipped my way up his gigantic rod, watching him grip the side of the table as the pleasure hit. His head tilted back, he begged me to suck it. When I took it, nearly to the base, into my mouth and deep into my throat, Tristan groaned loud and long. He grabbed a fistful of hair and controlled my head. When he was satisfied, he tapped my shoulder. Then he turned me around and picked me up onto the table. I jerked off my panties and spread my legs wide, opening up my pussy for whatever he was going to give it. He plunged into me, deep and hard and fast. I wrapped my legs around him tightly as he thrust relentlessly in and out, harder and faster. The harder he fucked me, the more I screamed, until my body was spasming out of control from the strength of that final orgasm! I begged him not to stop. So he kept ramming me. When he finally came, he exploded violently. I continued to cum, digging my nails into his arms until he finally leaned over me onto the table, completely spent.
“Exactly how big…are you?” I panted out, totally exhausted.
Tristan chuckled lightly, and puffed out, “10 and a half inches.” He pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling me into his lap, he asked, “You liked it?”
“Fuck, yes! I LOVED it!! You were amazing!” We sat like that for several more minutes until his cock shrank from my pussy and his cum started to ooze down his balls to the chair. I stood up and grabbed a roll of paper towels. “Here. You need to clean up.” His ocean blue eyes sparkled when he laughed and took the roll from me, watching me wipe his cum from my thighs. When Tristan left, I was still swimming from the orgasm, so I simply sat back down at the kitchen table-nude. After about 20 minutes, I decided to pull on the robe that matched the bra and panty set I had worn that day. For some reason, I put my bra and thong back on. I felt so sexy at that moment! I simply laid down on the couch.
Tristan was long gone before Loser got home, but the feeling he left me with was still there. Loser was, naturally, shocked to see me laying on the couch watching TV in a satin robe. “Well, well, well…looks like somebody’s feelin’ a little frisky tonight!” I was so satisfied, I didn’t even refuse him! I sat up and watched him as he stripped off his pants. His 7” dick looked miniscule compared to what I’d just experienced-even fully erect! But when he sat down, I straddled him, rubbing his cock with my pussy through the satin. He pushed the crotch aside and rubbed his head between the lips. “Such a hot, wet, little pussy my dearest, Rose.” I smiled back at him coyly. As he pulled me onto him, I had the satisfaction of knowing that it wasn’t MY wetness he was feeling; it was Tristan’s still warm cum that was flowing out of me!! And Loser fucked me, not knowing he was getting sloppy seconds…or that I came with him only because I was so turned on knowing his cum would be mixing with Tristan’s inside my well-fucked pussy!! Afterwards, Loser even happened to mention that we’d just had the best sex we’d had in a long time. 
Maybe on his next day off, I should invite NB or Tristan over for some “dinner”. 
Could be fun!
*sniffle* Although, I’m adding a new kink to my life: I’m starting a phone sex line to get my rocks off when NB isn’t around. I’m sure it will be quite satisfying…especially since Loser will NEVER know! I mean, he doesn’t pay attention to the things I do anyway, so it will be delightfully easy to keep my “secret”.