So I think things may be over with Troy. Or near over. For the first time in a long time I'm sleeping in my own bed. Things have changed and I'm not exactly sure what.
For the past few weeks we've only been sleeping together once or twice a every couple of days. Way down from our once or twice a day. Then last week, the sex just didn't feel good anymore. Well, it felt amazingly good but not good emotionally.
I think we both just thought it was a phase so we tried to spice things up.
Friday night we went out on a date - got all dressed up and everything. And headed to down town Chicago to go to one of the nicer restaurants. But things didn't go to smoothly. First off we got stuck in traffic, which we kind of knew we would but we hoped by seven pm there would be less. And even though we were surrounded by cars, I my hands found their way into his pants. He tried to stop me, although he didn't try to hard.
My mouth found his way to his cock. It was kind of dark so I don't think too many people saw.
And we we're having a lot of fun. We were both laughing and acting silly.
But as soon as he came, the mood changed. I don't know why. Suddenly, we didn't have much to talk about. And the rest of the trip was like that, and most of dinner was like that until we started getting a little drunk. Well, I got a lot bit drunk. There wasn't much else to do since we weren't talking.
And once dinner was over, we went to a hotel instead of going home. We fucked as soon as we walked through the door. It was sloppy but a good start.
Then, I made him call Mark. And while, we waited for Mark to get there, I wouldn't let him touch me.
But as soon as Mark was there, I was on my knees for him, literally pushing him against the door after we closed it. I only stopped when I told Troy to go get me a bottle of vodka. And after Troy was gone, I didn't stop giving head to Mark until he came all over my face.
After, I washed off we got into bed and with a little persuasion he was ready to go again. He was fucking me hard when Troy came back. And I watched Troy watch us as we Mark thrusted into me. I put on a show, moaning really loud.
They took turns fucking me. And it felt really good.
They both came and so did I before we finally decided to call it night and Mark went home.
I woke up feeling the next morning feeling dirty and not in good slutty way. I woke up in a wet spot on the bed and I knew it wasn't going to be my morning.
Of course Troy wanted to fuck again. I went through he motions. Even though he was the same as always it really didn't feel good. I think it was an emotional thing. I don't think I have an emotional feeling for him anymore.
I wanted him to cum quickly but of course he wouldn't. He didn't stop until I faked an orgasm and he came.
We haven't had sex since then. Last night, I slept in his bed but rolled away from him when he tried to touch me.
And I don't think I'll be in that bed anytime soon. I still want to fuck him but I don't feel for him anymore. I don't really know how to explain it.
And I really want to fuck Mark again but I'm guessing it would be good to stay away from him.