Post quarantine Insanity
If you follow my blogs, quarantine surprise was an unexpected success. I got compliments and the Holly and Leslie were working things out. Leslie went into rehab and things were going well. The problem became due to Leslie not working that they were evicted from their apartment. So Holly called my wife to ask if they could stay back at my house. She obliged but conditionally. Leslie had to be clean being one of them. Jen called me and told me to expect a roomie. 28 ur old lesbians, what could go wrong, nothing … or everything.
Leslie has been clean for a year, and still is. Fantastic. So they show up and I give them their keys as I head to the tavern to drink and spend time on Xhamster. I come home my usual time and it happens. The girls that moved in had tshirts and baseball hats. I get home and they are glammed up. Dresses, heels, no piercings, and there hair wasn’t purple or green. Both were super feminine, Leslie short blond hair, Holly a striking brunette. Man, I’m lost.
I try to walk in but they sit me down for a really nice meal. They put the tv on ESPN and pour me beers. I tell them that they don’t have to do this but they ignore me. Well at least that is familiar because my wife always does. I’m watching basketball and they wait on me hand and foot then I notice how they’ve already cleaned the house.
I’m worn out from the weirdness and I try to go to bed. Then it hits me, they moved into my room and not the spare. They both changed into expensive and I might say damn nice lingerie and jumped in. Man I’m in my 60’s and their 28. They attacked every inch of my body. When I pass out they make sure that I’m in between them. They giggle for half an hour before they’re done.
The next morning my work clothes are laid out, coffee and breakfast are ready. I leave more confused than before.
So, a moment of helping friends has turned into part assisted living/part harem/part Stepford Wives. Jen calls me at work and tells me that this is all happening because this was the condition for letting them move in. I had to ask why are you making them wear dresses, sexy lingerie and coax sex out my old body. The phone is quiet, I can hear it hit the ground. She’s laughing so hard that she fell over. She only told them to stay clean and take care of the house. The personal Harem idea was theirs. It sounds much better than it is. My shoulders and wrists always hurt because I have to clamp their boobs every night while we sleep. My penis is so fucking sore that it’s hard to pee. They feed me my anxiety and cholesterol pils like I’m at an old folks home. Leslie offered to clean my Dick after I peed but I drew the line there.
Im not sure if I’m in heaven or hell. The town looks at me like I’m some old pervert (I am) when we go to shopping. They all know about my hotwife/Cuckold/cocksucking days but now I’m referred to as RC. Reverse Cuckold. Life is strange. When I wanted sex 24/7 I was a chastecuck. Now that I want to be a drunk enjoying Xham I have to put out 6 days a week. I can’t believe I’m complaining about this. I guess you gotta be here
Leslie has been clean for a year, and still is. Fantastic. So they show up and I give them their keys as I head to the tavern to drink and spend time on Xhamster. I come home my usual time and it happens. The girls that moved in had tshirts and baseball hats. I get home and they are glammed up. Dresses, heels, no piercings, and there hair wasn’t purple or green. Both were super feminine, Leslie short blond hair, Holly a striking brunette. Man, I’m lost.
I try to walk in but they sit me down for a really nice meal. They put the tv on ESPN and pour me beers. I tell them that they don’t have to do this but they ignore me. Well at least that is familiar because my wife always does. I’m watching basketball and they wait on me hand and foot then I notice how they’ve already cleaned the house.
I’m worn out from the weirdness and I try to go to bed. Then it hits me, they moved into my room and not the spare. They both changed into expensive and I might say damn nice lingerie and jumped in. Man I’m in my 60’s and their 28. They attacked every inch of my body. When I pass out they make sure that I’m in between them. They giggle for half an hour before they’re done.
The next morning my work clothes are laid out, coffee and breakfast are ready. I leave more confused than before.
So, a moment of helping friends has turned into part assisted living/part harem/part Stepford Wives. Jen calls me at work and tells me that this is all happening because this was the condition for letting them move in. I had to ask why are you making them wear dresses, sexy lingerie and coax sex out my old body. The phone is quiet, I can hear it hit the ground. She’s laughing so hard that she fell over. She only told them to stay clean and take care of the house. The personal Harem idea was theirs. It sounds much better than it is. My shoulders and wrists always hurt because I have to clamp their boobs every night while we sleep. My penis is so fucking sore that it’s hard to pee. They feed me my anxiety and cholesterol pils like I’m at an old folks home. Leslie offered to clean my Dick after I peed but I drew the line there.
Im not sure if I’m in heaven or hell. The town looks at me like I’m some old pervert (I am) when we go to shopping. They all know about my hotwife/Cuckold/cocksucking days but now I’m referred to as RC. Reverse Cuckold. Life is strange. When I wanted sex 24/7 I was a chastecuck. Now that I want to be a drunk enjoying Xham I have to put out 6 days a week. I can’t believe I’m complaining about this. I guess you gotta be here
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