At the risk of upsetting the sensibilities of anyone and talking about females who take their clothes off, I’ve been drinking again and have another tale to tell. This will be a truncated version as there is always more to the tale. Fiction for those non-believers.
My pseudo-GF has been menstruating for the past few days. We’ve gone out drinking and she has again hinted at a threesome. I’m still not interested and suggested we go home for a BJ a few nights ago. She said no that she wanted to get off too and that I should wait.
Next night another club and she’s talking to her dancer friend. I take up a conversation with a very hard bodied beauty of a dancer. My new friend asked if my pseudo-GF was my wife. Then says that she is open to a threesome, foursome, or fivesome. I decline (truncated version).
Next club and my pseudo-GF blurts out “Use a condom”. I say, “WTF are you talking about?” She says I know you want to fuck her (referring to miss hard-body). Well hell yes I do I reply. “Then go ahead, you have my permission.” My response tongue in cheek: “WTF you can’t give me permission to cheat on you. I can’t cheat on you in front of you. I have to cheat behind your back.”
Big drunken fight ensues. She was testing me. She wants a threesome but only with her friend who was sitting with us drinking at the time. She didn’t expect me to say that I wanted to fuck the other girl.
So fuck her. I fled like a ghost to another city with the strong intention of re-establishing my maleness and fucking whoever I wanted. Four clubs and nothing but incredibly sub-par dancers. Except one. To shorten this up, she was 20 and incredibly perfect and willing to boot. The red flags went off when she asked for tequila shooters. Blood was going to the wrong head but eventually the age thing just got to me. I couldn’t do it. Damn she was hot.
There’s still time. I could go back…

