October 2024
I started a new job finally in mid-September, this is not a flexible job where I can just leave & have sex & make up the time later without asking my boss or at least letting her know my every movement or leave on my lunch break – taking longer & pretending I am at a meeting, then working later that evening like I have been able to do at other jobs, always making up the time. I am chained to the desk & I hate it – not only because I can’t have sex when I want & when he is available, but I am not used to it. I want to be out & about on the road & doing different things. I also hate that the team has a chat & they all say good morning & goodbye everyday – they are all paranoid about not being available on teams. I refuse to partake in this, our boss barely ever works from our office, more often than not working from home at least 3-4 times per week, but we can only work from home once per fortnight & even that is a bit hit & miss, so if she wants to know where I am or when I log on, she can come into the fucking office & see! I am not saying hello & goodbye when the team is right fucking next to me.
Marvel & I luckily caught up in September before I started this job, but after that, I have been genuinely unsure when I will be able to get away to see him again during the day, plus it’s school holidays – he never sees me in the school holidays, in fact he barely talks to me in school holidays, if at all. So, I am surprised at around 9:00pm the night before that he says he can see me tomorrow morning, so I start thinking of excuses to go in to work late, but he says he’ll come to me about 6:00 am. Which of course I jump at because I love morning sex & him sneaking in my bed but he says that it’ll have to be quick – I don’t know how he is going to see me in the morning, I don’t ask, but I assume it’ll be because he’s at the gym before she goes to work then will come to take the kids to school & she goes to work? I don’t know, I don’t care.
I set an alarm for 6:00am, thinking that he’ll get here after 6:00am, but luckily, I randomly wake up at 5:30am to see a message from him 10 minutes ago that he’s on his way. Fuck. That means he’ll be here shortly; lucky I woke up because he is way earlier than I thought he would be. I get up to unlock the door & sort the dogs out, then I jump back into bed, snuggling down into bed knowing I won’t sleep now but wanting to be sleepy when he fucks me – I can’t even remember the last time he snuck into my bed like this. He pulls in my driveway as the sun is rising over the hills at 5:45am.
There is no sneaking in, he’s loud as usual when coming in the front door, the dogs bark but they are in their crates, I hear him walking down the hallway, I know he is getting undressed, so when he slips into bed with me, I expect his boxers to be on, because that’s what he usually does which don’t ever stay on long, but today he has them off when he snuggles into spoon me. I make a comment about him being naked so quickly, he says he doesn’t have long. Fuck I’ve missed that feeling of him in bed with me, naked. Rubbing me all over. Kissing me from behind, with his super minty breath. We have quick, hot, rough, sex where I cum multiple times but as soon as he cums, he gets up quickly, dressing & is out the door by 6:15am. Jeez mate, that really was quick. I mean I have to get up for work anyway, so it’s not like I can hang around all day, but a fucking little cuddle wouldn’t hurt you.
He did tell me at some point, probably while we were fucking – it seems to be the time what we have proper conversations, that he left the kids home in bed as they don’t get up till after 7:00am so he’ll be home before they wake up & take them to school. I’m assuming she left at 5:00am because that would give her time to be in front of him? I don’t know, I don’t ask much about it. God knows what time she starts because she doesn’t work that far away but is in the suburb I grew up & used to always start at 8:00am except when she worked late on Monday nights. So I mean he would have basically had to follow her to work, or did he drop her off? What if she pulled over or forgot something & went home… I don’t know, I don’t care, not my problem! But he messages me when he gets home at 7:10am saying that the kids are still asleep and so I cheekily say that he should’ve fucked me twice. He said he didn’t want to risk it but he would just tell them he went out for bread. I was like, what about when you don’t walk in with a shopping bag, but he logs off without a trace. Shocker.
I don’t hear from him for another 2 weeks, it’s unlike him to message me later at night on a weeknight that she isn’t working late, it’s usually Mondays, but today is Thursday, its like 7:00pm or so, so not extremely late, when I can only assume that everyone is in bed, at a time he doesn’t normally message, I write back, I always write back – always available. Like a fucking loser. He mentions that his wife is away tonight & I say that he should’ve told me & I could’ve come had sex with him in his driveway. He says that his son doesn’t go to sleep till after 10:00pm, (he’s probably 10 years old?! Shouldn’t he be in bed earlier?!) so I assume it’s a no go, so I don’t press the issue.
Anyway, I am doing lashes, so I am not able to write back quickly but if this is going to happen, then it’s important I write back fairly quickly or he’ll just log off & he won’t talk to me for weeks. To my surprise, he’s keen, constantly replying & I am invited to his house, once he has confirmed that both kids are asleep, I am on my way quicker than I care to admit when he lets me know I can head over. I am in a little summer dress, no underwear so it’s easy access for car sex, that will probably be really quick. I arrive at his house at 10:15pm after sitting at all the red lights for the night roadworks that are frustrating me being that all I want is Marvel inside me. Why does that always happen, when you want to get somewhere the traffic lights just say ‘nup, you ain’t going anywhere!’
Before I leave my house, I had asked where he wants me to park, knowing that he’ll have a fucking conniption about noise or his neighbours seeing me or him. He tells me to not to park in the driveway as it’s gravel & his son’s room in right there. It’s not like I was going to drive the whole way down, just at the top by the road. I doubt it would be that noisy – he lives there so obviously it is noisy, but anyway, I always do as I am told though – fuck knows why.
It’s a humid stormy night, there has been rain, there is a warmth in the air but a cooler breeze. I pull up over his driveway & let him know I am there. He jumps in my car after a minute or so, but doesn’t kiss me, I tell him that his neighbour’s door is wide open & they could probably see us on the road, so he tells me to drive, muttering something about people still being up so late. I ask where we should go, thinking that he wouldn’t want to leave the kids home alone & the fact that if I just pulled in a car length into the driveway, we’d be in the dark from the streetlights because of the trees & it wouldn’t be that loud on the gravel, not like I’m doing a burnout in the fucking gravel.
But I drive around the block & he doesn’t find anywhere suitable, so he says fuck it, we’ll just fuck on his deck outside at his house. I don’t think it’s a good idea, so I keep driving & find a space that I think will be good, but he doesn’t like it, of course, so I keep driving. I mean the funny thing is, this is a man who’s fucked me in a carwash in broad daylight, who’s cable tied me & fucked me over the bonnet of the car at a train station car park & in the car so many times on the side of the road out the front of peoples houses… So, I don’t get why this is so hard to find a place he’s going to be comfortable with, so when he suggests his deck again & I just think, fuck it, I want sex & we could be driving around all night before we find somewhere to fuck. I head to his house, but of course not without him telling me explicitly not to park in the driveway. Okay Marvel, calm yo titties.
The inside of his house looks the same but different. There are some new pieces of furniture, it’s still a mess, untidy & unorganised, not dirty & gross but just a small house with four people living in it. That it’s just a lived in home with too much furniture, I don’t notice much around the house because I am quickly ushered outside on to their new deck. He has recently received some inheritance & they spent it on a semi enclosed deck off the side of their house. It looks good. Even though I have just done a similar (much bigger) at my house a few years ago, I don’t know why I feel a bit jealous. I guess because every time they do something to the house etc, I realise that I am not part of his life in that way, that I have to do all that stuff on my own & I always picture them struggling financially (because of what he told me in affair number 1) so to see this awesome deck with a TV & fridge, all similar to what I did except mine is steel & concrete, makes me a little sad that he continues to live his life with her.
The deck is typical for them, cluttered & unorganised, it matches the inside of the house even though it’s new. There is a BBQ, an outdoor setting, a fridge, a TV, some solar lights & a couch type outdoor furniture, that I ask how many times he’s had sex on – because let’s face it, if this was my renovation, we would have fucked on it multiple times already. He says that he hasn’t & I sort of wish I didn’t ask – I don’t know why I did, because if he said yes, what the fuck would I have said? & I really don’t want to ask questions that make him lie to me.
We kiss once he’s shut the dog inside & made sure that the curtains are closed behind the door. I push him back towards the couch that is a little damp from the rain, but it doesn’t faze us. I climb up onto the couch, kneeling to straddle him; I want to tease him & kiss him, but something happens & his cock slides fully inside me. It catches us both off guard, because it was so unintentional, I mean I know he’s slipped in me easily, but never ever like this. He asks instantly if he’s inside me & as I move a little, I realise that he is actually fully inside me, so we start fucking.
He pops my tits out of my summer dress, sucking my nipples as I ride his cock, that I am cumming so hard & grabbing his shirt, that he hasn’t taken off, so tightly that I am sure it’s strangling him, but I don’t even care. The night air is intoxicating, the smell of rain, the smell of him, feeling him touch me, the stars peeking through the gaps in the clouds. I don’t even know how many times I cum, obviously trying to be quiet as we fuck under the stars for the first time in what seems like forever.
He flips me over to fuck me from behind, I love how hard he can fuck me in this position, but I am always reminded that this is the way he fucks/fucked his wife a lot… I am now too in my head that I won’t cum with him this way, but I am enjoying it once I clear my head. We lay on the couch for a while but now I am acutely aware that I am getting bitten by mosquitos. I haven’t been here long but this line we’ve crossed – that we’ve crossed before, brings me back to reality & I pull my dress down over my ass & up covering my tits & get up to leave. We kiss goodbye at the door, I don’t know why because I am happy but the feeling of melancholier washes over me on the drive home. Maybe because he doesn’t message me one the way home, I wait for the message that makes me smile every time on the drive, knowing he is thinking about me. But this time it doesn’t come.
I message him the next day which he replies but I don’t get much from him – what a surprise. I send him a snapchat of all the mozzie bites on my leg. It takes over a week for him to respond to the message & say that he should have lit some citronella candles.
So a stupid side story – My best friend got engaged around my birthday on her birthday, I am so happy for her, I have helped a little with planning the wedding, it will be a small intimate wedding. I am drafting designs of the wedding invites, thinking that I will probably never be designing my own – the only person I want to marry, I will never get to marry, not only because he is married to someone else, but because marriage means fucking nothing to him. As Marvel’s 5-year wedding anniversary approached & his wife was interstate, so he took no time in taking the opportunity to invite me over his house, sneaking me in & out the back to their newly built deck area while his kids were asleep. Marriage means nothing to him. But fuck me, there is something inside me – maybe my age now I’m 43, where I can’t stop thinking about marrying him. WHY? Is it because now I’m not taking the ADHD medication my brain won’t switch off? Is it because I’m helping plan a wedding? Is it just because I’ve never seen a future with anyone else? Oh how much I want to be married to him. -I doubt at this point I would ever bother changing my name with anyone but I fucking want his last name, I want our names to match. Fucking hell… He already gave his name to someone else… He doesn’t give a fuck about marriage, why do I?
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