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Subject: {ASSM} Trolling  for Sex  (basically FF, but some other things also)
Date: Wed,  4 Sep 2002 17:10:02 -0400
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This is extracted from a story a friend once told me:


There was a time when I used to go trolling for sex at bars.   This
was back in the days when there weren't so many diseases.  Generally
speaking, it was usually possible to get a quick fuck and move on.

Guys who were married were invariably the best.  They were simple.
They didn't ask you for phone numbers or try to make things
complicated.  You could give them a blow job in the car and they'd
be delighted.

Doing this beat watching television.

 *

One night, I hit a couple.

I did not realize this at first.  They were pretending to be
separate.  The guy looked like an average guy.  He had a ring on,
and he looked to be looking.

I had heard of things like this happening, but I had always heard of
it being the other way around.

He and I danced a couple times.  I was just starting to get worked
up when he called his wife over to the table and introduced her to
me.

Hello?

Nothing like this had ever happened to me before.

She lit up a cigarette, leaned back in her chair, and said, "It's
okay.  I like to watch him fuck other women."

Well, as blunt comments go, that was a fairly blunt one.  I rather
admired her for saying it that way.  I think it was the first thing
she ever said to me.

I laughed.  "Are you sure about that?"

"We've done this before."

I didn't doubt that.

 *

We sat and had another couple drinks.  I played with his cock under
the table, just to see what sort of reaction that would get from
her.  She knew I was doing it.

I seriously thought this whole thing was a bluff on their part.
They were just messing around.  They would go so far, but then
they'd stop.  Nothing was going to come of it.

I then invited them back to my place.

The guy accompanied me in my car while she followed us in theirs.
Things got a bit hotter on the way.

I didn't really think they would be doing this.  I still thought it
was just a bluff.

 *

We had a drink.

Then she sat and smoked while he and I took our clothes off and
screwed each other on the couch.

She seemed to be mildly interested in what we were doing.

This did not make sense to me.  I had heard that some men get off on
watching their wives with other men -- I used to have a BF who was
into that -- but I had never met another female who was into that.

My "dyke light" started to blink.

She did not look to me like a dyke.  I can usually tell.  People
usually make eye contact and do other things that make it obvious.
She was not doing any of these things.  She seemed to be completely
nonchalant.

I didn't believe it.

 *

Before they left, we had another drink in the kitchen.

I asked her if she minded if I saw her husband again.  Like he's not
there.  Never mind that I had my hands all over him.

"That's up to you two."

Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't.

My "dyke light" was blinking faster now.

"Could you and I have a cup of coffee sometime?"

She visibly winced at that.  "Sure."

We made arrangements for the next day.

 *

I had only ever had two previous relationships with other females.
That is not my main thing.  Still, there is something to be said for
it.

She also demanded to be seduced.  It was something I felt compelled
to do.

 *

We had our coffees and we talked.  Then we walked around.

"Come here for a second."

I pulled her up to me.  We were in an alley.

"Don't do that."  But she wasn't resisting.

I kissed her on the lips.  Our tongues met.

She pulled away.  "Don't do that."

"Why not?"

"I don't want to."

 *

We went to another coffee place.

I laid it out to her.  I told her that I liked her husband, but that
I would much rather have an affair with her.

She laughed and sqiggled and got nervous.  She lit a cigarette and
tried to be cool.

She asked me, "Have you ever done that?"

This girl was seriously ripe.

"A couple times."

"When was that?"

I told her.  I lied a bit, but I basically gave her the truth.

 *

When we got back to her car, we got inside and "made out" again.

This was no little tiny make-out session.  It may well be the
hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life.

We agreed to meet again.

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