SwingBot is the M half of this duet, who occasionally contributes inane guest-posts to this blog.
Yesterday, we met a guy. A guy who hangs out online looking for sex. Pervert, right? Well, he seems nice enough, and we have pictures, and we met in person for dinner. I didn\’t see any prison tats and he was pleasant enough for a guy I had talked to about fucking me and my wife. Actually, I don\’t recall most of the conversation, because I kept thinking that I was in a restaurant with a guy I met on the internet for the purpose of sex, and how last time I did that I wasted 8 years living with said guy (and never once having sex that didn\’t involve a computer terminal).
Ever meet someone at a restaurant for the purpose of sex? I\’m not talking hookers here, or every date you had between 15 and 27. I mean, you\’re already in a relationship and now you\’re talking to a guy about how you\’re going to roll over and take it like a man.
It\’s weird, let me tell you.
All I could think about was \”We advertised for someone who would be willing to fuck my wife in front of me then bend me over for a good ass tapping of my own. And this guy answered!\” I know, I know, we\’re probably the bigger perverts in this arrangement, but it\’s hard to remember that when you\’re going \”I\’m probably going to suck this guy\’s cock. I wonder how big it is. Oh wait, I saw a picture. SO is already thinking about shoving my head down onto it. Huh.\”