Meeting Mr. Wrong

Meeting Mr. Wrong-Part 5


The First Goodbye

I bought two tickets to a comedy club for Devin as a Valentine’s Day present, I told him it was a surprise and not to make any plans for Saturday night. He said ok but did not seem very excited. Saturday rolled around and I barely heard from him. I waited patiently as I hate to be needy or a nag.

I started getting ready early. I wanted to look extra sexy. I looked at the clock and it was already 6 o’ clock  and still nothing from Devin. I started to get irritated and texted him to call me asap. He had never even asked the details of my plans, what he should wear, what time, should he meet me at my house? It was like he totally did not give a shit. He took forever to text me back to say that he was out riding and was going to put his bike up and head over.

I was furious! We needed to leave in about an hour. He did not have time to make it to my house shower, change, and leave on time. I said don’t bother, I will go alone and we are fucking done! I will not deal with your inconsiderate bullshit anymore! We argued back and forth for a while but I decided to find another date.

A few days earlier, my first Tinder score, Brian texted me to see how I was doing. I had really liked him but then after our one night wonder, I didn’t hear back from him. Then I met Devin and our chemistry was so strong I decided to forget all about Brian. Of course, I heard from him a week after I met Devin.  I told him I was seeing someone and he said he understood and would respect that and I did not hear from him again until that fateful night.

It was perfect timing. He was free and eager to meet me even on such short notice. So, we decided to meet for dinner and then the Comedy show. Yes, he bought me dinner! Devin had not taken me to dinner in months. We had a great time laughing and I did not think about Devin at all. We also had good chemistry and being the slut I am, I asked him if he would like to come home with me.

The next day, you guessed it Devin came over to bring me the key to my house and get all of his things. We talked for a long time. He confided that he was frustrated about us “taking our relationship to the next level” I did not understand what he was trying to say at first.

He went on to say he didn’t see how we could ever live together being 40 minutes away from each other. He couldn’t move here because he could not be that far from his kids. I couldn’t move there because, well my kids are here. I asked him, who said anything about living together? I realized he meant HE wanted that but couldn’t see how we could make it happen. He said, I live with my mom, I cannot support you or give you the things I want to give you. He even mentioned marriage. I was like WHOA, hold up! I never asked for any of that. He said well I think about it all the time. I didn’t really know how to react to that.

He pulled me onto his lap on the couch and hugged me so tight. He had tears in his eyes, (Devin does NOT cry) he told me he loved me more than he had ever loved his wife and that he always would. We both knew it was the end though.

Even after deciding we were over, being that close to each other, we could not help kissing and the kissing led to him placing his hand under my shirt on the small of my back then to me running my hands over his big full biceps, I felt that familiar hardness of his cock under me. He looked at me and said, “please go take your clothes off so I can feel your skin pressed against me.” I melted like an ice cube in the sun. We climbed into my bed naked and he pulled me against him so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. It felt like he wanted to crawl inside me. He just held me for a long time kissing me and rubbing those hands up and down my back. We ended up making dirty, sweaty, passionate love, or you could just call it break up sex.  Don’t judge, he is my kryptonite!

He left and I did not see or talk to him for a few weeks. Until he resurfaced during Spring Break.

Meeting Mr. Wrong

Meeting Mr. Wrong-Part 4: The Facebook Scandal


I didn’t really know why but I started getting that feeling you get deep down in your gut something is not right. Devin seemed to be more preoccupied lately. He did not call every day after work. He didn’t text me as much and started coming over a little less. His visits seemed to be a little later too. It was very subtle and I was trying very hard not to be paranoid. I had severe trust issues, and for good reason. I had been lied to and betrayed by Lee for years after trusting in him with everything inside of me. If someone who loved me as much as he did and still could do all those horrible things to me I felt as if no one could be trusted. I had been working so hard over the last few years to regain my faith in humanity and when I met Devin I felt like I had overcome that obstacle in my life.

As my internal radar started to get louder I decided to try a little experiment. Our 6-month anniversary was approaching and I thought I wonder how he would react to being “Facebook Official”. On January 11th, I texted him on my lunch break and asked him if he would be ok with me setting my relationship status to “In A Relationship”, he said sure I don’t mind. Even through text I could tell that was reluctant. I said, are you sure? He said, Yes, I don’t care.

I immediately set my relationship status and tagged him. I got a notification that he had changed the date. Hmmm, that is weird, so I went to change it. When I looked to see where to change the date I saw the button was right next to the “Remove Tag” button. I found that to be very curious. I decided to do some Facebook staking. What I found was disturbing. There was a new face all over his page liking every picture and status, he had removed all the posts I had ever made since we met.

At this point I should have walked. Instead I didn’t let on that I had noticed. I asked him if he was coming over that night since it was Thursday and I didn’t have my kids. He said yes and I did not say anything at all to indicate that I was upset. I wanted to confront him about this in person. I needed to see his face when I asked him about it.

When he arrived late, of course, I was sitting on the couch waiting for him. As soon as he saw my face he knew I was mad. He said what is wrong. I proceeded to tell him exactly why what he did reeked of guilt and what explanation for this could he give. He was angry that I “ambushed” him. He did not like that I was making Facebook shit a big deal. He gave among other lame excuses, his crazy ex-wife giving him shit and that he wanted to keep his page professional for his job. Nothing he said made any sense whatsoever. He just sat there, jaw clenched not saying another word. It was infuriating. I could not get any kind of response good or bad. I finally said “Would you say something? Yell at me, I don’t care!” He looked me square in the eye and I could see anger in his eyes, and said “Don’t ever say that to me again, I will NEVER yell at you or disrespect you verbally!” Well, I was surprised at this. I didn’t know what to do with it. Lee and I had the worst, most volatile fights you have ever seen. I was speechless.

After a while, he said I have already given you my answers and you don’t believe them so I’m leaving. Then he walked out the door.

I decided to let it go, I mean being mad over social media is so high school, right? We continued dating but things started getting strained and rocky. We didn’t fight, but I started to become very unhappy with the direction our relationship was going. He stopped taking me out at all. We only saw each other a few nights a week late after he got off work and did his “errands”. All we did was fuck.

Granted that part alone seemed worth ignoring all those things. I mean how could I give up a connection or sex like that? How could I give up chemistry that dreams are made of? How could I give up touches that still took my breath away or kisses so deep I thought I might die. When we were together it felt as if our bodies were just made for each other perfectly in every way. All he had to say was “Cum for me Stephanie” and I instantly would cum over and over or when he said my name in his deep, smooth, sexy voice, especially “I love you Stephanie”, a wave of emotion would wash over me and nothing else mattered. I loved Devin with everything inside of me and every inch of my body. If all of that seems silly or overstated, then you have never had that with anyone.

Eventually, it was not enough anymore. I began to feel used and unimportant. He didn’t like having “dramatic conversations”, he did that enough with the ex. They fought constantly, all day long. I felt like all his emotional energy was being poured into her and that felt very unfair.

I simmered…

Meeting Mr. Wrong

Meeting Mr. Wrong Part 3: The Honeymoon Phase


Devin and I began spending every spare moment with each other. He drove to my apartment almost every night. We really could not get enough of each other. He was like a breath of fresh air to me. He appreciated everything and anything I did for him. I always made him breakfast before work. The first morning after he had stayed the night I made his eggs the way he liked them and biscuits. He talked about how I made him “scratch biscuits” for months. He smiled that big sexy but almost childlike smile every time he saw me. He was so smitten, it felt good for someone to think every little thing about me was awesome. He complimented my eyes, lips, hair, body, especially my nice round ass. He thought I was funny and smart. He wanted to help me do anything and everything. He would bring me groceries since he ate at my place so much. He even would bring soap for all those showers we had to take.

He always wanted to talk to me, touch me, be with me, and of course fuck me as much as possible. Our chemistry was intoxicating, it really felt like I was becoming addicted to a drug. I was still being very guarded with my heart and emotions. I reminded myself repeatedly that it was only infatuation and lust.

He on the other hand, would stare at me while holding me and his eyes were saying I love you but my eyes would warn him not to say the words. He knew I was trying to keep things more casual. He knew my past and all the hurt. One day he pulled me onto his lap, wrapped his arms around me, and said “Stephanie, I will never hurt you. I promise”. I got a little angry at that statement. I looked him square in the eyes and said “No, don’t even say that because it’s a lie. Everyone hurts you at some point, it’s inevitable so you cannot make that promise”. I learned a long time ago, that the more you care about someone the greater their potential to hurt you.

As Devin and I spent more time together no matter how hard I tried to keep my emotional distance, he was breaking my walls down, one brick at a time. He was holding back that “I love you” so hard.

I noticed plenty of “red flags” but I ignored them. I was just enjoying things too much.

One night, that I will never forget as long as I live or do not have Alzheimer’s, we were making dirty, sweaty, passionate love. Devin was on top of me when he stopped pulled his head up so he could look deep into my eyes, stroked my hair and said, “I love you, Stephanie” and he kissed me so deeply that it took my breath away. I think I even cried a little. I told him that I loved him too but I was not sure I meant it yet. But seriously, what kind of a bitch would I be to say thank you or something else besides “I love you”? I just went with it because it was just too beautiful of a moment.

The months went by and Devin and I were inseparable. My kids met him and he became a somewhat permanent fixture around our home. I loved how much he doted on me and always said “thank you” and “I appreciate you.” I never really had that in all my years with Lee. So, it was extra special to me. I began to love Devin. It wasn’t that once in a lifetime, soul mate kind of love, but I grew to care about him a lot. Besides all those wonderful sweet things about him the sex was so amazing, I cannot even find the words to describe it. He did anything I wanted, he never disappointed me and I have been told I am quite insatiable, so that’s really something. We would make soft, sweet, passionate love and then it would turn to dirty, sweaty, rough, and awesome sex. Being older, I taught him some new tricks. I sometimes felt like Mrs. Robinson. He was a good student.   I was a very happy woman. My weight loss skyrocketed. I do not know if it was because of all the extra “cardio” or just all the rushing of endorphins. It was probably both. So my sexy was back in full force.

We went on this way for months and never tired of each other. He helped me move into my new house. He introduced me to his kids and Mom. He fixed stuff around my house too! That one really got me. I always had to be Ms. Fix It when I was married. Lee did not know how or even if he did was too lazy to fix anything. With Devin, I did not even have to ask. If he saw something that needed fixing he just pulled out a screwdriver and fixed it right then and there.

Then suddenly, right after Christmas, I felt a shift in Devin’s behavior. He began to feel a bit distant. It was not really anything big I am just really good at reading people. My radar detected something ever so slight.

Meeting Mr. Wrong

Meeting Mr. Wrong-Part 2: Ignition



Devin and I had our second date not long after the first. He asked to take me to a movie, of course I agreed. I could not wait to see him and kiss him. I obsessed over what to wear and I think I changed clothes at least 6 times. I still wasn’t back to the size I wanted to be, so I had a hard time in my closet!

As we sat watching the movie I could not concentrate at all. He had taken my hand and stroked my fingers and then put his hand on my thigh. I felt a surge of electricity with every touch. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, do you want to get out of here? I just want to make out, I don’t care about this movie. He laughed and led me to the parking lot.

We went to my car and immediately started kissing and touching each other. His body felt so good. It was firm and muscular but not overly. I cannot say how wonderful his hands and lips felt enough. Things got hot and heavy fast. My inner slut was yelling at me, so I decided to drive to a more private parking lot.

We drove around for a while until I finally found a spot that was dark and secluded, the library. Don’t laugh, it was the perfect spot! I had ben rubbing his cock the whole ride, but only over his jeans. He was so hard and It felt like something I needed to inspect further. I unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants in record time. I pulled out the biggest, hardest cock I had ever seen. He also had a large Prince Albert piecing, something I was curious about. I gave into my inner slut and leaned over to put it in my mouth. I just could not help myself I needed to feel it.

After he came, he kissed me deeply and passionately, my breathing was so heavy and quick. I wanted him so badly. He decided to return the favor and unbuttoned my jeans and I don’t think it took more than 5 minutes to cum. I’m not sure how long we stayed in the car making out more, but it was just so intense I did not want it to end.

Reluctantly I drove back to the movie theater and dropped at his car. I still remember that goodbye like it was yesterday. It took forever, neither of us wanted to go home. Finally, he did get into his car and drove away. Almost immediately he started sending me texts saying how much he enjoyed our date. Duh.

We decided to go out again the very next night! We met for dinner and he sat across from me in the booth and held my hand until the food came, staring into my eyes again. He never looked away and neither did I. I could tell he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I don’t even remember what I ate because all I could think about was leaving. He got in my car again so we could make out. Things escalated quickly as my hands went right for that big cock. Again, he was rock hard. I said let’s find a spot again, I want you so bad. We had a repeat of the night before behind a restaurant. I could not get enough of him and I could tell the feeling was mutual.

That Saturday he asked me to meet him at his house to “hang out”. I was so excited and nervous as I drove the 40 minutes or so to his house, or should I say his mom’s house. Yeah, he lived with his mom. I thought nothing of it since he had just gotten a divorce and was trying to get his finances on track again. Anyway, I got there and he had made me breakfast. I don’t think Lee ever made me breakfast once in the 20 years we were together. That just melted my heart instantly. He was really good at doing that already. I could barely eat because we were looking at each other in that mesmerizing way again. Finally, he said let’s go and pushed my plate away and pulled me to his bedroom kissing me all the way there. He guided me to lay down on his bed and quickly took off his clothes and started removing mine as well. When he slid his cock inside me it was both pleasure and pain. He felt amazing, every part of him. He fucked me slow and gently at first I think I must have came 3-4 times. He was the best I had ever had, hands down. Then I rolled him off me and climbed on top of him and rode him so hard and intensely. Again, and again I came, it was fabulous. His eyes, literally rolled into the back of his head as he came.

After, he admitted that he had been nervous beforehand. He was intimidated by my past with Lee and our many poly relationships. I am older than him and obviously have a lot more sexual experiences. He worried he would not be up to par or last long enough. He could not have been more wrong. He told me it was just as mind blowing for him. I remember telling him. “it’s easy with the right partner” I think we fucked 2 more times before I went home. I was floating and totally addicted to his “love”, already.