Doing A Carol 22
Dear Diary.
It’s Friday evening and I’m now back at the cottage in Surrey.
Marta popped over an hour ago for a quick catch up and drinkies on her way home as she only lives in the next village.
Having discussed the rising sales of Maisy’s collection over some nibbles and some prosecco, I drank most of it as Marta has to drive, we caught up on the local gossip before she headed home.
With Marta gone and I’m a bit tipsy, I decided to put on my black wig, my lacy black bra, slap on a bit of bright red lippy and take a quick pic of my tits for that new swingers website profile.
Pleased with the outcome, I decided that I’ll only upload that one pic to start with as I don’t want to be seen too eager. I did check my background and nothing can be seen. Good.
Post.
There. I’ll use that as my profile pic too until I take some more naughty pics. Or should I say, Michael will take some of me, especially if I let him take pics of me in alsorts of positions. And hopefully with other guys too!
Since my last log in, I’ve had a few views, but none from Steve. I’ll have another look at him now just to show him that I have a picture. That’s if he looks back at my profile.
I may have to add a description of what I’m looking for. Now let’s see…
‘Married woman, starting out on my sexual journey. Looking for fun guys to show me the way. Up for most things. Ask for more details.’ I think that’ll do for now.
Right, let’s fill out more of my profile. There are boxes I can tick to let guys know what I want. Now what do I want?
I had a look down the list and ticked many boxes such as, BDSM, Cum, Group Sex and Oral. I also ticked BBC, which I had to look up what that meant. A Big Black Cock. Well Steve definitely has one of those, going by his pictures.
Should I message him on here? No. I don’t want to look too eager or give the game away. I’ll let him do the chasing. That’s if he finds my profile interesting. I do hope so.
Ping. Oh, it’s from Michael.
Ping. ‘Hello. Just double checking to see if Jerry is coming down this weekend?’
‘Yes, tomorrow morning. He wants to play some golf. Did you message him too?’
Ping. ‘Not yet. Just wanted to chat with you first. Just seeing how you are.’
‘Ah. I’m good thanks. That’s nice of you.’ I bet he’s bored.
Ping. ‘Yes. Do you think Jerry will be up for a game of poker tomorrow night?’
‘I’m sure he will be.’ It’s a good job that Michael can’t see the disappointment on my face as I was hoping we’d go back to ‘our pub.’
‘Send him a text and ask him now.’
Ping. ‘Will do.’
Ten minutes later, Michael pings back.
Ping. ‘Yes he’s all good with that. Are you?’
‘That’s fine by me.’ I wasn’t really. ‘It will be good for him to go out with the boys. He doesn’t get much of a chance of that back home.’ Oh well, it looks as if I’ll have to find something else to do for Saturday night.
Ping. ‘Great. We’re having it at Steve’s.’
Ooh. My heart skipped again.
‘That’ll be nice.’
Ping. ‘Yeah.’
‘Who else is going?’
Ping. I don’t know yet. I’ve invited a few guys from the garage.’
‘Well I hope you’ll have a good time without me.’
Ping. ‘I’ll try. It won’t be the same. It’s not our kind of fun though.’
‘No it’s not.’
Ping. ‘Right. Gotta go. See you soon for more of our fun!’
‘Oh yes. I’ll look forward to what you have in store for me.’
Ping. ‘Hee hee. I’m sure you will, you dirty bitch.’
Me? Dirty? How rude!
I wasn’t a few weeks ago before that party, but now…
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