So, I'm trolling around on Tinder, and I see a guy that I am..

So, I'm trolling around on Tinder, and I see a guy that I am sure is the old trainer that I tried so hard to get him to put his dick inside. It's not him. Looks like him, though. It's not the same. I wanted to get my guts all rearranged in the private gym. And I wanted him to cheat on his wife with me. Add to all of that, and I wanted him to want me more than his wife. All because he was my trainer. It's a long-running sexual fantasy that I just can't seem to get across the finish line. I am chatting with the dude on Tinder. I don't know, though, as I am up in the air on him, but I'll tell you if something changes. I went to a dive bar Saturday night. Hanky Pankies, to be exact. I hate, I mean hate cigarette smoke, so I never go inside. It's an immediate headache for me. Fucks up my sinus like it's nobody's business. I don't care what people do with their bodies. I don't. Shoot Clorox in your eyeball if that makes you happy. I don't care. It is none of my business what anyone does with their own body. I know they smoke at bars, I am not special, I don't get to tell anyone what they can or can't do, so I adjust my destinations to fit my needs, not the other way around. So I only go to open outside bars. It solves my problem, and there are more than plenty of open bars here in Daytona. Fuck, I'm off base here. Anyway, I'm out at Hanky Pankies, sitting outside, drinking soda because booze just isn't my cup of jizz. Plus, I always want to be 100% aware of every possible sensation, emotion, and thrill I might possibly wander into. Long story short, Christopher, a younger dude, 27 to be exact, who wanted to shoot videos with me, pulls in. We chat; he's super aggressively flirty right in front of my boyfriend. Chris is a big kid, 6ft 6, and reasonably fit on top of that. He smashes a lot of pussy without too many problems. The longer he talked, the more I wanted my pussy pounded by him. The more he openly expressed his desire to leave me a cummy mess for my boyfriend, which I thought would be a pleasant surprise for him to have to wipe clean later when I got home, the more I wanted to be his spermy mess. So I made an excuse to take Chris for a ride in my truck so he could check out its new lifted state. Off we went for three hours. I was supposed to be right back. First, I gave him a handjob while driving, and he popped all over himself and my passenger seat and door trim. That pissed me off. We didn't have anything to wipe it up with, so I licked his jizz off his hand for him and pulled into the Marathon and got some paper towels to clean up the rest. I keep forgetting to put some 409 and rags in my truck. Then we went straight to my house where he fucked me cock dr-unk for an hour in the gym. I was standing over him, holding onto the handles and riding him, when he blew a massive load into my box. Gravity did its thing and evacuated my guts of his sperm and splashed his nut all over him and my rubber floor when I lifted myself off his long dick. So we dressed went back to the bar, and when I parked, I ended up having to beg him to let me blow him before he left. He said twice was about all he had in him. He was wrong. But it took an hour to get the nut out of his testicles. All of which my boyfriend and his friends had to watch, though they couldn't see it, they knew what I was doing. When I finally got him to blow the third load of testicle juice, I drank it straight down. It wasn't all that much like a baby teaspoon's worth. I was disappointed but understood. Nuts can only make so much joy juice for me in a short amount of time. When I got out, I looked all around for my boyfriend, but someone finally told me he left. I called him, texted him, went to his house, wasn't there, and eventually went home. He was supposed to be okay with me getting my fill of strange dick. He kind of put a damper on my night. I was planning on taking him home and giving him a torturously slow handjob while spilling all my dirty secrets about my infidelity a few hours before. He finally answered my phone call last night. He said he was all good with it until I pulled back into the parking lot and started eating Chris's cock. Some of the guys he was hanging out with got super personal about it with him, giving him advice and how he should dump me. It just got to be too much for him, so he caught a ride, and they ended up detouring to the Ocean Deck. I see him again tonight. Hopefully, he has his kink mind back on track because I really want to spill the details to him about my night with Chris. I have been waiting to do that now for what feels like forever. I will explode soon if I don't end up with his cock in my hand while I'm describing how Christopher's cock felt inside me to him. Let you know I found a local guy who says he wants to shoot some videos and is a good-looking 29-year-old. The question is, will he or won't he? I hope so because he looks pretty fun.