I’ve been dating my man for two years now. He is what many of my female family members and friends describe as a keeper. He supports me in all my goals, encourages me to be the best woman I can, he takes care of me emotionally, financially and physically. I really had no complaints until I went to the supermarket the other day and discovered a used condom in the backseat of his truck.
And yes TF I did confront him on this. His response was that his homie had borrowed his car to take some chick out on a date. He said that he had no reason to occupy the backseat of his car or another woman when he has his “own damn home and a woman with good pussy” like me. His words not mine.
I gave him the benefit of the doubt because, well, I couldn’t prove otherwise and his defense wasn’t a lie. But then on another occasion, I found an unused condom in his pajama pocket, and there wasn’t no getting out of that one because we both got tested and stopped using condoms after six months of serious dating. When I brought this to his attention, he confessed to both incidents and pretty much expressed he wanted to try some different pussy. I was disappointed and fuming with rage, but kept my cool and told him to “eat a whole dick.”
I felt more betrayed than hurt because after the first year, I was also bored with having the same old dick action. Shit, I even fantasized about other men when we fucked, but I wouldn’t dare cheat on him or fuck around without an honest conversation. Why are men so thoughtless?
Nonetheless, I did no contact for 30 days to decrease the want to be back in his arms, in his bed, and on his dick. I wasn’t putting him up on no pedestal, if he was being a less than great guy. I did miss him, but HELL NO. I wasn’t really tryna play myself like that. I took that time away to focus wholly on me and things I didn’t explore because I was in a relationship — like trying out that new dating app BLK. I was kinda curious about how dating culture had shifted from in-person to online, so I gave it a shot. I hooked up with a fine ass fireman. I mean goddamn, he was fine as frog hair and lived up to the mystic of the sexy crew of firemen that seem to pop up in the supermarket shopping for their lunch. Fireman and I spent a lot of time chatting, then texting offline, and eventually moved on to hour-long phone conversations. During this time my dude was sending flowers, postcards with kissy messages, chocolates, edible arrangements, gift cards, and lingerie. He was trying to get my attention in the grandest ways since he could not speak to me otherwise. I enjoyed everyone of his gifts, but dammit I was still pissed. I miss him so much, but the thought of him giving good dick to another chick made me nauseous. I loved him, but I also wanted new sexual experiences and I was hellbent on having them with fireman.
After some freaky phone sex between me and Fireman, we planned for him to come by my house on one of his hungry lunch breaks. I got real cute and put on the nightie my man gifted me. It had a crotchless bottom so it was perfect for an afternoon quickie. When fireman arrived at my door, he wasted no time. He kissed me full in the mouth, while walking me backward to the stairs just past my entryway. He hiked me up by my ass cheeks and gently placed my back on the steps and he spit on my pussy and ate it till I creamed in his beautiful mouth and begged him to fuck me hard. He searched his pockets, his wallet, and came up short on a condom. For me, no condom — no pussy. It’s a non-negotiable deal breaker for me. He was cool with it. He pulled out his rock-hard, bulging dick to show me what I was missing, then grabbed a handful of my hair and guided my face to his lap. I licked around it a little, then tried to put it my mouth, but before I could he thrusted his pelvis. Before I knew it my jaws was full of his veiny dick, fucking me gently in the throat. I was willing participant — because yummy. Fireman was no time and in a short while, he pulled himself out of my mouth and sprayed his thick cum all over my breast. He massaged his nut around my titties and nipples. He tongued me deep in the mouth and just like that he was gone.
My pussy still ached for a fucking. So I did the unspeakable. I called my man who I hadn’t spoken with in six weeks to come finish the job. He didn’t refuse. He got to my house so quickly, I didn’t have a chance to wash my ass. As soon as I opened the door for bae, he pounced on me immediately. He fucked me in the all ways I remembered. My man ate my pussy just how I liked it albeit after Fireman tongued it down. He triggered me by talking dirty.
His words: “take this dick bitch, fuck me back like you love it.”
I thought about him talking dirty and fucking other girls and immediately became vindictive. I whispered in his ear, “Daddy, I love it. Can you please suck on my tits?”
He took hold of both breast and slowly raised them to his lips. He kissed them; teased my nipples with the tip of his tongue then devoured them with his whole mouth. He licked and sucked off all of Fireman’s dry cum shots from titty to titty, while telling me I tasted good. I know, I know—I ain’t shit, but for now let’s just say we’re even.
In that moment, I felt vindicated as fuck and he was actually eating my words when I told him to “eat a whole dick.”
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