Suprise Visitor 3

Best start at Part 1 of my surprise visitor if you haven’t yet read it here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble/a-surprise-visitor-717647eca95e

Also if you want to catch up on all my adventures to date you’ll find the list of all 101 blogs here: https://medium.com/@TracyTrouble

So. I was a fucked divorcee. A MIF rather than a MILF perhaps? The question was — was that good or bad?

How can one thing be polar opposites at the same time? North and south. Hot and cold. Sweet and sour.

I had trouble analysing my feeling after John left. With hindsight, I felt I’d rather bundled him out of the house but I needed to think. I’d given him a little pep talk. Explained where I was. So rusty. Explained that every single boy would go through the same difficulties. Katie had found that out. I remembered it too from my teenage years. John would be good, I was confident of that. He was willing to learn.

So he dressed, I gave him a long farewell kiss and sent him on his way. He probably skipped all the way home. No longer a virgin.

But me. Where was I? On one hand elated. I’d done it. I’d allowed a cock to violate me. To enter my body and spew its contents deep in me. On the other, I was disappointed. I had to analyse why. Certainly, John's performance wouldn’t have won any medals but then that was no surprise. It had been factored in. It was one of the reasons I’d allowed him to do what he had done, or more accurately, what I’d done to him.

I hadn’t come. That was what was bugging me. But then I’d had that massive orgasm not long before. The thought of what I was about to do proving a greater turn on than the actuality.

At that moment, sitting on my sofa considering the events of the evening, if I’d had to make a decision, for the rest of my life, one or the other, men or women, there would have been no contest. Women. But it wasn’t fair, was it? Like having a long distance race between the fat lump that lived next door and Mo Molem. There was only ever going to be one winner.

Did it go deeper than that though? I’d proved I could cope with the physical side. The invasion of cock into cunt. What about the mental side? Those demons hadn’t shown up. There was a shout from the depths but nothing serious. I’d conquered those too. Of that I was confident. It wasn’t John's inadequate performance. Then it dawned. It was my first fuck with a man since experiencing women. The first time I had something satisfying to compare it to. And it didn’t. Compare that is. But that brought me back to John's performance.

I remembered when Katie had suggested to me she might forsake men for women I’d recommended she tried an experienced cock before fully making up her mind. I should do the same.

Charles would get a phone call! Not yet. I needed to think further about it. Not while I was still recovering from the heat of battle. But before I made any decisions I’d regret.

So, to sum up. Am I back into men? The jury’s out!