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I write this journal entry feeling as sore as I?ve ever been ? yet very happy. I wish I could cut and paste an email and a messaging conversation to help you understand how this went off. I?m really so sore that I can?t sleep and so I?ve got up to write this.*What happened was like something straight out of a great porn film and it disappoints me that I can?t tell anybody in my life all about it.It really began well before the actual night. I frequent several websites and have many so-called friends but I don't really recall who I chat with from time to time. I guess Mike was one of those guys?*As we do most Saturdays, we attended a club in Providence and had a good time. Of course, there are rules but ask yourself this: is swinging with rules better or worse that not swinging at all?**So, my man and I go together and, most of the time, we have fun as we did this night, even though it could have been better.*We were greeted by the hostess, Cheri, who is awesome. We chatted some and I know she and my guy have history. They like to play from time to time and he loves her.*Cheri told me a guy had arrived and he'd asked her if we were coming in that night. I said, ?Great, who is it??*My husband said, ?A single guy? No thanks,? and we laughed as we kaçak iddaa only play with couples. In most situations, he likes to get some action, too, and I understand that, I really do. But it?s also why I need to do my own thing.*It didn't take long for the mystery man to see that I had arrived and he approached me, calling me by name. I walked toward him so nobody could hear us talk and I said, ?Hi, do I know you??He explained that he was Mike, an online ?friend? of mine, and we?d chatted a few times. He?d discovered about the club from me and, apparently, he really liked my profile and pictures and had said he hoped we would meet one day. I guess I?d chatted with him but, in all honesty, I didn't remember him at all, although he said, ?I?m a big fan of yours.??In that case,? I said, laughing, ?you must know that I can only play with couples unless my man is down with it.?*I asked if he was with anyone and he pointed to his friend, who had the same name as my husband, Stu. His friend waved and Mike said, ?So, we cant fuck then???I'm sorry, no? unless we somehow wind up in the group room and it happens.?*My man approached then and they shook hands and Mike said he?d seen us on a website and wanted to meet us, that?s all. And that was enough to kaçak bahis kind of end the whole conversation as I was whisked off to chat with a few couples we play with from time to time.We got busy soon after but I also wandered around and peeked in rooms as I normally do. It was then that I saw Mike ? and he was going at it. I simply couldn't turn away. Mike was very tall, strong looking, and had a beautiful cock. It looked about eight-inches long and was as thick as a beer can. Yummy! His pal, Stu was even longer in that department but nowhere near as thick, and they were really fucking a girl who was taking it and being very loud. I just had to watch.*Mike looked to be in his forties and he was dark-skinned but not black. I watched him and his friend fucking the girl and I wished I was getting fucked like it. They were really fucking her hard and she was moaning so loud the whole room was watching. Mike saw me and smiled as he continued to make this woman very happy. I was jealous. I was also very turned on and so convinced my man to go a round with a new couple. That was great and the woman got me off while I was thinking about Mike and his massively thick cock.We left late and I didn't see Mike again but, as we were driving home, I tried illegal bahis to figure out who he was. But I couldn?t remember.Sunday morning I felt great but had to masturbate once to calm down from being turned on about Mike. I knew I had to let him fuck me.*I continued to check my webmail for a message and it finally came in the afternoon. It read: I saw you watching me and I know you wanted to be her. I won?t lie, I wanted it to be you and it still can be. I?m asking you to meet me.*I didn't know what else to reply but, Yes!He came back: Good. Make it happen, asap.*Frustrated, I masturbated to the thought of being that woman. Then a miracle happened. My husband said he was going to the Bruins game on Tuesday so I eagerly wrote to Mike and he emailed back his address and added, 7pm.I sent, I will be there.?Monday was horrible. All I could think about was being really fucked by a hot guy with an awesome cock. I had to settle for masturbating and giving my guy a blowjob before bed.Tuesday came and I was so excited. I did my best to do my job and not masturbate. I emailed Mike saying, I can?t wait?*but he didn't reply. I was worried that he?d changed his mind but I was planning to be there, anyway.At home, I pretended to be watching TV until my guy took his kid and headed to the train station just after six. I jumped in the shower, shaved, and made sure I smelled and tasted okay. I put on black leggings and a baggy shirt as I knew it had to come off fast.*