The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey how was your vacation?
Him: Great thanks, how is work?
Me: Super stressful, actually.
Him: Do you need some stress release?
Me: Fuck yeah.
Him: What’s your schedule like this week?
And before I knew it, Jason and I had made plans for him to come to my place on Friday afternoon for a bit of sexual healing.
I suppose it meant he wasn’t ready to get back together with the mother of his child yet.
He came over, we had a drink, and he led me upstairs where he proceeded to “take care of me”. It was not the best I’ve ever had with him – he is sometimes way more aggressive and varied – but it was good. Quite good. He knows how I like to be fucked.
A bit of wine, then a bit of sex, bit of cuddle and conversation. All before 3pm on the Friday before my Christmas holidays started.
Afterwards, we were sitting on the couch in my living room when suddenly my doorbell rang and my front door was being unlocked.
What the fuck?
It was my Step-Dad, who had shown up because he needed a bag packed for my son. He had picked him up from school and gone to my ex Will’s house, just to have Will tell him he had no clothes (not true) and no bag packed. My Step-Dad said “should I just go to Ann’s?” and of course Will said “sure”.
Thank goodness I wasn’t actually having sex with Jason on the couch at that time – which was completely plausible. I quickly put a bag of clothes together, at the same time that Jason’s semen was slowly dripping down the inside of my leg, under my dress.
Of course I later called Will and chewed him out for being an asshole.
But, despite the intrusion, it was really quite a lovely way to spend an hour on a Friday afternoon. Jason also asked if we could go to a swingers club some time in January. We joked around about what kind of night he would like to attend – perhaps the gangbang night will still be an option.
What a way to ring in the start of my holidays.