A stress release double header: My summer sausages.


I still don’t have hot water. I’ve showered at the gym multiple times and it’s getting tired. At least its just me in the house this week. I’m frustrated with the whole water heater situation but I can’t imagine a more boring post than the ins and outs of gas line sizes and mold and faulty installations.

I haven’t seen Lewis since the day we failed to have the BBC party. A couple of days ago he asked what I was doing tonight, and we made plans to meet.

I have a girlfriend visiting for drinks and food while the next (and hopefully final) contractor comes to look at my hot water heater. But since he usually works late, I figured I could see him afterwards.

Yesterday night, in the heart of my phone-throwing-anger with Tony, I got the following text from Lewis:

“I may bring with me a bonus stunt cock!”

And when I said “Oh? Who?”, he sent me a picture of an incredibly handsome dark-skinned man. Like, seriously handsome.

I immediately screen captured it and texted it to Hy. She (and the man she was with at the time) agreed with my assessment. Handsome.

I told Lewis there was going to be a lot of handsomeness in my bedroom. The new gentleman in question is a friend of his visiting from out of town. I think he comes here a lot and I hope it works out.

I’ve been praying for my period to wait just one more day to come. So far so good.



I had dinner with my friend. Dinner consisted of a nice Rose, cheese, sausages, some smoked meat, dried fruit, and some fresh vegetables. Crackers. It was the most I could handle, but it worked well.

My friend noticed “Lewis” written on my calendar tonight, and she commented on his coming over later. In my excitement about having a second handsome man in my bedroom, I told her about him and said “oh, you’ve got to see his picture!”

I should have known better.

This friend, who knew both Andrew and Tony, blurted out “you’re meeting Todd?”

There was an awkward pause. We established not only did she know him, but she knows him well. They went to high school together. And funnier still, he commented on her timeline today on Facebook. I had read it but didn’t pay attention to his profile picture, which was the same one Lewis had sent.

He was married. She’s not sure if he still is, as she quickly checked his profile and could find no pictures anymore of his significant other. I don’t particularly care, but it’s an additional awkwardness I could live without.

She and I caught up on relationships and such, and she made sure to leave with enough time clearance since she didn’t want him to feel awkward running into her. Not because she is weird or judgey, she just didn’t want to ruin what we had planned.

I have great friends.

So now I’m sitting, staring at leftover cheese, finishing the bottle of Rose, and waiting for the two dudes to show up.



He was as gorgeous in person as his pictures. Having two tall, stunningly hard-bodied gentleman in my house had me all a-twitter. There was banter, joking, intellectual conversation, a shared love of meats, cheese, and amazing gin.

I am such a lucky girl.

I was on the receiving end of many, many compliments. I’m used to Lewis telling me how awesome my pussy is, but otherwise he’s not particularly effusive with words. Interestingly when referring to my pussy, he always says “she”… as in, “she’s awesome”. When he made a similar comment tonight, I retorted “she and I are one and the same”, and Todd chimed in similarly.

I liked that.

At one point in my bedroom, Lewis fingered me to orgasm after orgasm while Todd held my legs and – I think – had his mouth on my big toe. Todd commented “god, she’s so sexy.”

In my kitchen, with Lewis fucking me from behind and Todd sitting on a high kitchen stool while I sucked his cock, he held my hair with one hand, caressed my face with the other, and told me over and over how beautiful I was.

It made me want to please him even more; he was rewarded with two blow jobs bringing him to orgasm not once but twice; I swallowed and didn’t spill a drop. They were impressed and said so.

The two of them worked very well together. Lewis and I don’t have the best kissing chemistry, but I could kiss Todd for hours. Lewis and I fucked more, but Todd had his hands all over me. He would hold my hips to help my movement, and smack me on the ass. He held my hair off my face. He cupped my face in his hands. He whispered in my ear at key moments. He fed me ice cubes with his hands, and water from his mouth.

And when I was cumming and I moved his hand to around my throat, he gripped it perfectly and watched me intently.

I feel like a powerful goddess.

Laying in my bed with them on either side of me, a hand on each cock. Watching them move around my living room naked. Toasting two smart, hot men with perfect gin, straight up. Having them compliment my domestic prowess. Offering them summer sausage (which neither had before) then realizing later it was the last day of summer and I was benefitting from their summer sausages, which became a recurring joke. Watching my sports team win, when we took a break.

It was simply perfect.

I just sent Hy a text that says “Tony who?”

23 thoughts on “A stress release double header: My summer sausages.

  1. 1)Lucky girl, lucky men. (The heck if he is married!)
    2)Sex is about power!
    3)Of course you know you are beautiful.It greatly helps to be reminded.
    4)Hope the hot water is restored soon.
    5)Need to find such a party in the goddamned place I am reading you from!

  2. Oh Ann!
    This post makes me so happy. You sound happy writing it. More than just a little, there is this emanation from your words. A truly content heart was writing.

    This Todd sounds wonderful. There is still plenty of time to find out whether he’s married still or not when (I was going to write ‘if’, but ‘when’ is what I hope for you) you see him next.

    One day at a time.

    But a man who can make you feel valued and cared for while fucking your brains out certainly has lots of appeal!

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