I have a date today. His dick will be in me for most of it. ..

I have a date today. His dick will be in me for most of it. I'm making up for lost time now. I need to slow down, but I don't want to. I was just thinking about a guy I used to fuck when I was married from 2002-2004. I fucked my husband as well, but it wasn't the same. Craig was my husband's friend. He was good-looking and ended up having a big perfect dick. Not as good as Bob's, but it was still a masterpiece of a cock. I fucked Craig in our house while my husband was home. He stayed the night after having one too many. He was a pilot, and they wouldn't even take a remote chance of getting pulled over. I wandered into the spare room, woke him up and sat on top of him, slipped his dick in my guts, and rode him to an amazing orgasm. Then I finished him with my mouth. I didn't know it at the time, but my husband listened to us through the door. I found out the next day when Craig left, and my husband let me know he knew what I did. I refused to apologize. I said it was just sex, and he meant nothing to me but an orgasm. I did say I wouldn't do it again. He didn't tell Craig he knew what happened. I don't know why. I liked that he didn't. It turned me on. I liked being around them both, knowing that each knew our little secret as to where Craig's dick had been. A few months later, at a Christmas party, I ended up with Craig fucking me in a parking garage. Not out in the open. There was some kind of storeroom, and the door was open. We fucked in there. I made him pull out and let me swallow his sperm so my husband wouldn't find any evidence Craig had been in my vagina. My husband didn't see us fuck this time, but he saw us both leave and return a half hour later. I didn't deny it. He was mad, but he got over it. The last time I fucked Craig was at a nightclub. It was a complete coincidence Craig was there. I couldn't help myself. We ended up in a parking lot outside, and Craig fucked me on the hood of his car. My husband came out and found us while Craig was pumping his dick in and out of my guts. He approached and announced himself. I think he thought we would stop. I told Craig to keep his dick in me and keep pumping. My husband protested, but I kept my eyes locked on his as Craig bred me in front of him. When I came, I never took my eyes off my husband. He never looked away. I don't know if he had an erection or not. I didn't care. I still don't care. It was amazing sex. I'd like to repeat it. Anyway, Craig pumped me until he emptied his nuts in my stomach. When he pulled out, his cum poured onto the hood of his car. I smeared it everywhere when I slid off the hood. Craig apologized to my husband. I didn't. I just said I was ready to go home. I ended up moving in with Craig a month later. I ended up cheating on Craig shortly thereafter, and he got physical about it, and that ended that completely. Weird story. I know. But I was just replaying it in my head. It was a fun time till the end. I care about your feelings. I do. The thing is...life could give one rat's ass about your feelings. Once you understand that it's all good. I am so tired of hearing about how "nobody cares about me" or this or that. They are 100% correct. Nobody cares. Why would they? They don't revolve around you and if they do...they have their own special set of problems. So...time to shut up and move on. I hate when people try to motivate and console me after something in life didn't my way as if it's a shock life handed me a shit sandwich. A simple "You got this?" will do. I do "got this." When the limo breaks down I am more than willing to take the bus. What's even better is I have a few people who will ride that bus with me while I work on fixing the limo. My point? Just shut up about how sorry you are for me and hand me the fucking wrench over there.