When She Was Bad
2006-05-30 @ 9:15 p.m.

I began the long weekend with a bang.

Let me back up for a moment. Work was extremely stressful this past week. I am very meticulous at work and I document just about everything. Others, not so much. Two people were out this week, one on vacation and one due to a death in the family. Both people left some unexploded bombs and yours truly ended up dealing with their mess. The mess was not my fault. Everyone knows this. Why is it that when you deal with a mess left by others you end up feeling like it is your fault: like you're now obligated to fix things? That if something can't be corrected you feel like you've failed?

So, a bad week. I even left work early Friday.

I spoke with Steve and vented. He came over around 7:00PM with two bottles of wine. I vented some more and he did exactly the right thing: just listened.

We opened one bottle and sat on the couch.

"Feeling better?" He asked.

"Much. I just want to forget this week."

"Anything I can do?"

I reached down and touched him quickly. "I'm not sure if that will be enough."

Steve said he's make a phone call or two. I said, "whatever," and took a bottle, a glass and headed for the bathroom. I thought he was joking. I drew a nice, warm bath and opened up a box of lavender bath powder. It was wonderful. I got it from The Body Shop. I was in the bath nearly an hour and almost fell asleep. I had that wonderful, drowsy thing going on. A glass of wine, or two, didn't hurt.

Steve knocked on the door and then poked his head in. "You up for a visitor?"

Actually, I wasn't exactly up for anything too strenuous at this point. I was feeling too relaxed and had planned on going to bed. "Who?"

"Dale."

I hadn't seen Dale for awhile. He's a lot of fun, a great guy and what the hell. It's been awhile since I went a little crazy. "Sure."

"Wear something cute."

"Yes, Sir."

I got out of the tub and took my time pampering myself, painting my nails, having another glass of wine and playing a few CD's. I didn't get too dressed up, just a pair of panties and a short tee-shirt.

Dale was already there when I walked into the livingroom. He gave me a big hug, a kiss and grabbed my ass playfully. Dale had brought a movie, Armageddon. Have you seen it? It's cliche, corny and still a lot of fun.

They opened a six-pack, had a beer or two and we sat on the couch watching the movie for a half hour or so. Dale then leaned over and began kissing my neck and ear. A shiver ran up my spine. He cupped one of my breasts and began to kiss me on the mouth. Steve sat watching, enjoying his beer. Then, I reached over and started to rub Steve's cock. He was standing at full attention.

Steve stood, got out of his jeans and sat back down.

"Come suck my cock."

I rolled over on my stomach, put my head in Steve's lap and began sucking him. Dale eased my panties down, tossed them on the floor and inserted a finger into my pussy. I was wet. Real wet. I was so wet my pussy was making those funny, sloppy sounds. I giggled because of those sounds. Then Steve laughed. Then Dale. Dale began to thrust into me very fast and hard. This caused more sloppy, squishy sounds.

"Your pussy is noisy tonight," Steve said. I laughed.

"Yeah," said Dale. "It's a real chatterbox tonight."

Chatterbox. I lost it and they did too.

Steve got up, turned the lights off and Dale got undressed. I layed back, my head in Steve's lap while Dale licked me. Steve stroked my tits. Occasionally, Dale would stop and use a finger. I was so turned on and so wet. Sometimes he would just rub. Blissful. Needless to say, I came.

Dale slipped on a condom, climbed on top of me and slid right in. Steve stroked my hair and face as Dale pumped away. Dale felt great. He's got a good-sized cock with a most pronounced curve. It looks a bit odd but feels great.

"Are you relaxing?" asked Steve.

"God yes?"

"Does he feel big?"

"He is big. Real big." I think Dale's probably of average size but why ruin the mood?

I looked up at Steve. "You like watching Dale fuck me?"

"Yeah, I like watching you two fuck." Steve grabbed my face, inserted a finger into my mouth and I sucked on it. I sucked hard.

"Oh god, I'm going to cum again," I whispered.

"Look at me," ordered Steve. "Look into my eyes when you come." I did. It turned him on although it was tough keeping my eyes open when I came.

I gave Dale a rest and climbed onto Steve, riding him for a few minutes. He grabbed my hips and basically forced me up and down on his cock. He came. He came a lot. He was out of breath when he was finished.

All three of us sat for a while, worn out. I went and got us all some ice water. We watched a few minutes more of the movie.

Dale then asked me: "Can I finish."

"Of course."

I leaned over and took him in my mouth. He was still very hard. We ended up on the floor with Dale on top. By this time I felt all used up and weak, like a Raggedy Ann doll. Dale threw my legs over his shoulders, fucked me hard for a few minutes, came and then collapsed onto me. We were a sweaty, tired mess.

Dale and I fucked again about two hours later.

Not a bad way to start the long weekend.