On the second evening, after the disaster with “Neighbor”, husband suggests Bilquis set up a Tinder account. I set it up, not really expecting much. About 6 months ago, I set up an account in the rural area of Arkansas (where I lived) and got about 50 hits in a month time. In an area with less than 10,000 people and an area with high visibility in my community, it was absolutely impossible to meet someone whom I didn’t know by a max of two degrees of separation either my husband, children, or myself. Our lives were all intertwined in that place. It was a complete disaster and I didn’t have any higher hopes for a major metro area. OH, was I mistaken!!
I posted up normal everyday pics of me with a bio that was very blunt. I’m stuck in Dallas taking care of my ailing father for the foreseeable future, looking for FWB, no-strings attached, hotwife lifestyle. I couldn’t be any clearer about my wants. Much to my surprise and alarm, I had exceeded the swipe rights by triple than I ever did in my hometown. The next morning, I woke up with over 1,000 likes of guys that wanted to fuck me in Dallas!! Here I thought I was average at best. I began to carefully weed through some options and settled on a guy, who I thought was a nice Russian gentleman. He seemed like a sweet, average built, guy and I thought it would a “moderately safe” encounter with a total stranger. I agreed to a morning meetup at a local coffee shop. I arrived first then shortly after he pulled up driving a newer model BMW. Im not a materialistic person, but Im not exactly eager to have encounters with people riding bikes as their primary mode of transport). Russian claimed he was a programmer, like my husband, and in my mind i thought that meant professional, responsible, and hopefully discreet (like my husband). We went inside. Checked out the coffee menu. I proceeded to order my cappuccino and he ordered his. It was $4.20. I offered to pay for my own and he did not object. I didn’t give it much thought as going Dutch seemed perfectly Reasonable. Cutting to the chase, we talked and seemed to have some stuff in common and his English was good enough. I was not able to stay and talk longer because I had to run to my dad’s weekly care team meeting for his healthcare and recovery process. Russian and I made plans to meet up later on.
Fast forward to 8pm, he asked if he could see me this evening. And I said yes. I asked him to host but there was confusion on my part why he couldn’t. It was something about a friends apartment and he lost the ability to communicate in English. But I thought what the hell and gave him the address to my dad’s house. Which I would have never done previously and will never do again. Prior to this, I didn’t know I could ask about hosting. But now I do.
Russian shows up. We’re sitting together, on my dads couch, talking. And the ring camera (in the living room) starts making some kind of popping noise. He knew there are ring cameras. He was informed of this several times before coming over. However, somehow my husband’s boomed our from the Ring! That’s when Russian freaked the fuck out. Realizing there’s we’re really cameras there and my husband could see. This became an issue. But not so much that when I offered to turn the camera, he wanted to have a heavy make out and petting session. I figured, I’d anything went wrong, I can scream and yell and my husband would know something was going on. He began to kiss my neck (which was fine). Russian had a kink for necks and clavicles (which I have plenty) and as long as he didn’t want to see blood spilling out of it we were good! And then he stopped to excuse him self and use the restroom. When he came back, the entire front of his bike jeans were soaking wet. My first thought was, “holy shit, this guy pissed himself!” And then I thought, “oh, he already came and he tried to wash himself off”. He assured me it There’s only water, and since there’s a leaky aerator valve that needs to be replaced, it was possible the water sprayed on him so I didn’t think you too much about it in the moment. We proceeded to go to the bedroom. Where he pulled my tank top off my shoulders, leaving my bra on, and my pants off leaving my panties on. He stripped down to everything but his underwear and climbed into bed. At this point, I also noticed indention lines around his waist from what appeared to be a man’s garter to cinch his waist and a full on, well last dad bod, bordering on unhealthy man boobs, elf cap nipples, being plunged into my face while he later on top of me. Trying to rub my cunt, through my panties, with his hand. Again, I’m willing to give anyone a chance, I have my own insecurities. And what does it matter if he has a little chin, I’d he knows how to rub. However, after 30 minutes and beginning to become chaffed from the friction of my underwear and the overeagerness of his hands, it became apparent a rub down was the only thing I was getting. I attempted to steer the encounter more to my favor by asking him to lay on his back on the bed. I placed my hand over his overwear, over his cock, and it was at this point I realized, not only was he fully erect and at best 3 inches. But uncut as well! In my shock, I let my inner Jew come out a little and told him I’ve only ever had sex with “normal” penises and never uncut. In my circles, everyone is cut. He handled my unintentional faux pas fairly well, however, I came to the realization that this motherfucker had just washed his smegma off in my sink!! That motherfucker washed his dick off in my sink. Where I brush my teeth. I don’t know what happens in Russia, but in Texas, that shit ain’t cool!
After my previous encounter with “neighbor”, I immediately decided that there wasn’t a reason that should continue this encounter and I am under no obligations to satisfy his urges. I stopped him, mid petting me like a half-dead cat, because I was completely turned off at that point. With NO chance of recovery with this guy. Thankfully, he left me an out. With some dignity for both me and him. I simply told him, “I was fully upfront about my husband’s participation and since he was unwilling, I felt I couldn’t proceed in good faith and good conscience without feeling like I was cheating.” This was sufficient as I stood up, put my clothes on, and directed him to do the same. Apparently, it worked a little too well. Because as he was leaving, he was telling me to “look into my eyes. You’re a good person. The universe thinks you’re a wonderful person for not cheating on your husband”. I said, “thank you!” And couldn’t lock the door quickly enough. I immediately called my husband to tell him how the evening went.
As we were talking about it all, I decided, by god, I wasn’t done. As we were talking about it all, “neighbor” texted. And I asked my husband if I should give it a second shot. I mean, many first encounters can be Mediocre. He said, “go ahead”. So, I put my bag of tricks back together and went to the neighbors house. I walked inside and immediately he was acting like a dick again as if he was somehow doing me a favor by having me over. High off my newfound empowerment, from 30 Minutes earlier, I in no certain terms told him “what I bring you is a gift and if you can’t appreciate that, there are a 1000 men who want to fuck me right now. But I choose to be here with you. What do you want to do?”his attitude immediately adjusted, further reinforcing my understanding that I no longer have to let men use me or treat me as if I am discardable with no value.
With what I thought was new found appreciation, we proceeded to the bedroom. Much of the same from the encounter before. He pulled all his plays from the same playbook. With the same half-erect penis. Midway through riding him, and my frustration level growing increasing uncomfortable, I dismounted him and informed him they make little blue pills to fix this problem. And at 46 it’s not unheard of. I told him I could ask my husband to bring a few pills with him when he visited. He gave some lame ass excuse about having taken one but it was probably expired, floundering through what was his insecurities once again. Unfortunately, this resulted in him turning into a complete asshole. I pulled the same excuse out of my pocket again. “Because my husband is unable to participate,” and I added, “because we’re on different levels sexually I felt it was best not to continue the encounter”. I got up. Got dressed. Left him there and walked home. I immediately called husband and informed him, for the second time in one evening, I shattered two men not to my liking, that I was unwilling to continue an encounter that was not to my liking. It should be noted, throughout this entire day and evening, I had been messaging multiple men through tinder. One of whom was willing to send me a dick picture, who also knew fully well, that I was texting my husband with screen shots. Turns out the guy was into cuckolding and was completely willing to follow every command I gave him. He then proceeded to send a video of him masturbating and coming with saying, “this is for your husband”. Which I immediately forwarded to my husband! I thanked him and proceeded to FaceTime with husband. Who had also jerked his dick off until completion, turned on by my new found empowerment, while I told him the story. Having had three encounters in one evening, and still not having an orgasm, my husband walked me through my own. Husband stayed on FaceTime with me while I brought myself to orgasm. One would think this would discourage me, however I’m an overachiever and a 4.0 student. I’m unwilling to admit defeat….. stay tuned for day three.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ewzsyz/if_at_first_you_dont_succeed_try_again_right