My psychiatrist knew all about my excursions. He always gave me a worried look when I talked about them but there wasn't much he could do other than encourage me to behave. When he asked me if I'd done anything recently I said that it had been a long time. He said to make sure I always use protection. I didn't tell him that I was about to fuck two men within a half hour and maybe or maybe not use a condom. I savored my unbelievable secret.
I met Alan and he was all over me. The car about thirty feet away contained a cheating couple making out too!! We hopped in the backseat of his minivan (like the others, he was a family man). I was disappointed in his body. He's cut up, so in the pictures he's got that V that makes girls melt. But there was just something missing - a solidness. We talked about working out, all the time. But all he did was cardio. Arerobic's classes and such. Once again, isn't that kind of... gay? He's a mystery to me. We made out. He fingered my pussy. I made him pull down his pants so I could blow him, but he couldn't get hard. We stopped and I felt really bad because I know he wanted to spend more time together, but I was on the clock and the clock was ticking. I kept hinting that this would be short and I explained that if I was gone too long it would look suspicious; still I understood his sadness. My excuse was lame. Because I could not tell the real truth.
I drove, literally, down the street where I told Conner to meet me. I got there in time. I even beat him! When he arrived I got in his car. It was so good to see him. It was so good to hear that familiar, deep voice. We chatted on opposite seats but he motioned me to straddle his lap so we could talk face to face. Then, for the second time in a half an hour I went down on a man in a car. While sucking him off he continued to talk to me. He's the one who loves sluts, so for that reason I'm honest with him. He asked if I'm seeing anyone and I nodded yes. He asked how many and I held up three fingers, not wanting to take my mouth from his thick, hard cock. I did, however, refrain from telling him that I had just been with a guy. He didn't want to cum without first feeling the wet lips of my labia. He asked if we could go without a condom. I am weak in his presence and I said yes if he promised to pull out. I climbed on him a second time, easing myself onto his stiff manhood. Finally a man who could satisfy me! My lacy panties graced the seat next to us. I kissed him - getting my intimacy fix, the affection that would have to carry me over until the next time I saw him. I pumped as steadily as a person could in the driver's seat of a car, enjoying it as much as he was. I watched his face intently though, for a sign that he was getting close. He kept his promise though and told me right before he came. I lifted myself off of him and he shot his juices on my stomach. I smiled, seeing the contentment on his face. Then we cleaned up and bid adu. I drove home smug in the thought that I had just pulled off the near impossible.