It’s Father's Day. The day when I was bent over, stretched w..

It’s Father's Day. The day when I was bent over, stretched wide with cock, and had a baby pumped inside of me. Twice that event has occurred. I don’t think I have ever celebrated a Father's Day with the father. I tend to spend that special day with an upgraded cock owner and let him pretend he’s pumping a kid into me. Same thing with anniversaries. Who wants to spend that day with the same old same old when I could be sucking sperm out of the dick of a guy I just met? I’m just saying. It feels right to cheat really hard on those special days. At least it does for me. I know I’m trying to get with Rob today. He has kids but he’s thinking he can get away from the family and pretend he’s starting a new family by pumping cum from the tip of his dick into my guts. Hope this all pans out.

Some “unsanctioned” truck events went on this weekend here in Daytona. Tons of Pick Up Trucks showed up. I’ll be honest: I’m not a fan of the “squatted” trucks. You know, when the front sits higher than the rear. It seems so… unusable. Like you have taken all the functionality out of the truck part of the truck. But here nor there. It brings in lots of 18 to 30-year-olds, and I like that. I’m a perv and am of the firm belief that “MILF does a truck boy's dick good.” So out, I went in my Jeep yesterday at various times wearing “Daisy Dukes” and a tube top. The idea was to get them to look at me. I admit it was harder than I thought. They seemed preoccupied, but I nailed a few, and those lucky few got a good look at my tits. The best one was a truckload of guys at the stop light on A1A at Oakridge who got to stare at my tits for at least a minute while we sat at the light. I even rubbed my nipples for them and tried to pull my shorts to the side so they could get a glimpse of my pussy. Not sure what they saw but I get an “A” for effort. I gave another good flash in the Publix parking lot. That was fun. Got some good reactions from that. There is something special about driving around by yourself and flashing your tits. It just makes me happy. I need to do it more often.

So I went out to Target today and I met this guy who is Navy Seal. Jake is his name. What a man this guy is. We are going to get together at 8 tonight for dinner. I’m supposed to spend it with Scott’s parents but I’d rather spend it with Jake. So, as usual, Scott will have to cum up with a story as to why I can’t make it. It’s not that I mind going over to see them, I don’t. It’s just that it seems whenever I find a new and exciting guy I have something planned with them. I’d rather spread my legs open for a guy who isn’t their son than have dinner with them. It’s just the way it is. I was honest with Jake, I told him I’m married but I am not faithful in the least. He knows Scott knows I like slipping strange dick into my holes and he’s okay with it. I have no idea if I will be opening my legs for him tonight but I certainly hope so. My pussy is dying to meat his cock even though it’s sight unseen. This guy seems like someone I could date. Like seriously date. Yes, I know I have a husband but that doesn’t mean my life is over in the men department. It just means I have committed to being partners with one man. I’m still his partner, I’m just dating another guy. No, I don’t want Scott dating anyone else. This is a one way street. Scott gets to sit a home and deal with the anxiety of not knowing what we are doing, what we are saying, what plans we are making. It has to be excruciating for him to go through that but it’s exhilarating for me to make him experience it. I love cumming home freshly fucked and telling him nothing. Not letting him see me undress, not letting him touch my body. I can see the desperation screaming at me to let him in my sex life. Not going to happen. This is perfection just as it is. So fingers crossed Jake will be a keeper tonight.