My experience with a liar...

Part 3 continued - From Sex Crazed Swinger to Step Dad in seconds...

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- Thursday June 23, 2022 -

He left for work that morning with another orgasm, lunch packed and protein shake in hand. He slapped my ass - hard - as I stood naked in the kitchen with all his treats packed and he grabbed my face for a kiss. "I love that you're always naked." he moaned in my mouth.

"You're such a fucking good kisser," I said after a long, passionate goodbye kiss with a bit of tongue.

"I just follow you my naked princess," he said with a charming smile and he pecked my forehead and reached around to spank me one more time before taking the bag from my hands.

That was his response every time I told him he was a good kisser since day one. Likely something he tells all of his women.

"I have to help Heather & Dallas tonight," he said as he kissed me again. "But I'll be back for dinner."

A few hours later a text came in.

He was smart to show me a screenshot of Heather's dinner invitation for that night. He likely knew my anxiety and suspicions were building with all my talk about adjusting our relationship agreement.

He forgot to cancel his dentist appointment that day which probably resulted in a no-show fee. He had told me earlier that week that he needed to change it. I had reminded him once to call, but apparently that wasn't enough. I made a mental note as his sexretary to send more aggressive reminders when he told me stuff like that. His ADHD brain clearly couldn't manage all the balls he had in the air.

We texted all day about our week's plans as we tried to figure out the next available night that worked for a swinger date with the couple we were in a group text with on KIK.

I hadn't talked much about John, the potential unicorn, since Drew had gone to Table Rock. He was a social media manager for a sporting goods company, he was freaky - or so he said. That was about all I knew.

But this new guy, Peter, I matched with was really wild. And wildly ripped. I knew that would cause Drew's insecurities about his body to escalate, but this unicorn was freaky, very confident and very excited at the mention of group sex - which was promising. I told Peter he needed to come with another chick -- but didn't tell him that was because Drew was worried about him trying to steal me. Which is apparently a common concern for swinger couples when hunting for male unicorns, I learned. Drew had been a unicorn several times in the past.

He had to catch up on sexual experiences after a late start in high school and college. So in his twenties, he sought out sexual experiences like a full time job, honing his freak skills along the way. Sex is a learned skill and Drew knew it. He told me he had watched videos about clitoral anatomy and how to pleasure women - likely hoping his skills would make up for what he lacked in honesty.

I sent Drew a screenshot of my Hinge convo with Peter so he could feel more at ease if he did have some insecurity. I told Peter about Drew right away, as I had asked Drew to do with other women, and he agreed. The sexual health talk, HPV and HSV disclosure came next.

Since we couldn't have our swinger date that week, we were trying to work out a night to go out to celebrate my latest website job. Drew now had dinner with friends that night. Friday night was a work happy hour for him, and Saturday I worked at noon and he needed to go with his buddy Jake to help him look at a boat, because "Jake didn't know what he was looking at."

That week was out, and he'd be out of town boating again the following weekend for the 4th of July.

My heart sank. But I didn't keep my disappointment to myself. He needed to know that I wouldn't put up with this regularly, and that if my desire to see him was at all smothering, then maybe we should date other people.

I fired another firm but vulnerable text off to see how it landed.

I gave him another out. A reasonable one at that. If he wanted to get out of our agreement and start things up with Paige, he could have just cut and run. All he had to say was he didn't think he could give me the attention I was asking for and be done.

But he didn't.

As soon as I brought up another man Drew freaked out. His own anxiety around my having other partners rearing its head again. I should have known. He had been insecure about Adam being hotter than him, and he had asked me not to hook up with Adam, so of course he'd be freaked out about this guy. He requested I call him as soon as I left work.

I called him as I was walking to my car and he gave me a litany of convincing statements about how he was going to make more time for me and stop taking on all these favors for friends and he truly wanted to prioritize us --

Once again - he said all the right things.

He asked if Peter and I had swapped nudes. We had not, I said, and even over the phone I could hear him calm a little.

He said he would skip his work happy hour the next night and we'd go out on a proper date.

I expected he was still at Heather's or getting ready to go out with them, but he said he was coming home.

He didn't have the tools he needed for the job and he'd be home in 20 minutes. He'd like to cook dinner with me. We had a Green Chef to make and he'd beat me home so he'd get things started.

He was a master of fake repairs to make me think things between us were entirely fine.

He spent the night repairing things with me with his charming 'good guy' smile, his mediocre sous chef skills and make-up sex.

- Friday June 24, 2022 -

5:45am - His alarm had gone off twice and I knew the third was coming soon. I ducked my head under the covers and gently touched his balls. His cock sprang to life before he did. I started sucking him softly while I stroked him with my left hand and grabbed his balls with my right hand. He moaned to life and I spun around and rode him in reverse cowgirl until he threw me off him and fucked me hard from behind.

It was my final day working outdoors in the hot St. Louis summer. I sent him off to work with an orgasm but without a smoothie. I assured him I'd bring a Vanilla Hulk by the office on my way home again before noon.

While I was at work I got a text from a friend I hadn't seen in a year asking if I wanted to attend his birthday party the next night.

How fortuitous. He and his girl were swingers.

I shot Drew a text.

"Got an invite to a house party tomorrow evening if you aren't doing anything and want to come."

I attached a photo of the couple hosting.

"Also they're swingers."

"Good looking couple," he said. "How'd you meet them?"

I explained how I knew them and he asked how I knew they were swingers, as most were quiet about it outside the lifestyle, he explained. I told him how it was leaked to me, and that they didn't fuck close friends, which meant we might have a chance.

We decided to go to the party and continued planning our date together that night.

We decided on our date spot and met there after work. He hopped out of his truck wearing Levis, a polo, and his boots. I giggled.

He looked like the quintessential farm boy next door. He had just bought a whole new wardrobe on SHEIN that week because he said he needed new clothes. His current style was very country-dad and these new threads were more "lake chic".

We sat and talked over cocktails, baba ganoush and dinner for hours. He told me stories about his work mates and his horrible boss, and about how his other boss that actually liked him had dubbed Drew as a "people" guy.

"He said I just know how to talk to people" he said as he took a big bite of bread and eggplant, "That's why I always get chosen to attend the big expensive company dinners." I see now that that was a red flag. His boss knew he could say a lot but say nothing at all, and say everything they wanted to hear - even if it wasn't true.

He had no idea how little his expensive company dinners impressed me. His job, his company and his bosses felt incredibly chauvinistic and like an old boy's club. Pee-ons like Drew were expected to work their asses off for 25 years until they could build up enough clout to then treat the people below them as poorly as they were once treated. It was a disgusting cycle.

When we got home after dinner, we had until noon the next day to break our orgasm record before I went to work. Our record was ten orgasms for me in one twenty four hour period. We had achieved it on our first weekend together in Madison, and came close to beating it on Sexy Christmas 2021. We only got to six that night & morning as he threw me around, pulled my hair, choked me, and spanked me until my dog woke out of a dead sleep and left us, angry that his owner had been beaten so badly she screamed.

It was Friday night, and he had given me his undivided attention. He had changed his plans to make me feel like a priority. My anxiety subsided for a moment while he tried hard to make me believe in a reality that didn't actually exist.

I wonder what he told Paige he was doing since he was out of touch all night wining, dining and fucking me.

- Saturday June 25, 2022 -

Wake up sex. Make breakfast. More sex. Tally orgasms. Giggle about meeting hot swingers and discuss what we want to do to them when and if we got them alone.

At noon I went to work and he went off to his parent's to work on the boat. Somehow, his need to boat shop with Jake became a distant memory he didn't bring up.

During the middle of my workday I saw Drew's emojis pop up on my watch asking when I wanted to leave for the birthday party.

We decided to skip the party and stay home that night because we still weren't feeling great, but food, sex and snuggles was a recipe for healing and we both knew it.

-Sunday, June 26, 2022-

While I was at work Peter messaged me asking to help find him a lady to join us and asked if he could give Drew a blowjob. I knew he had received blow jobs in the past, but I wanted to ask if it was still an interest.

Drew was down for anything sexually, and I loved that. He still had some shame around being bisexual. He hadn't told his friends that he had sucked cocks and been sucked by a man, and he hadn't told them he was bi, or that he was interested in playing with couples - but at least he felt comfortable with his sexuality around me, I thought. He said felt safe with me and he could share all his fantasies without fear of judgment.

He'd be staying at his parents' that night after another long night working on the boat to get ready for his trip the next weekend. Or maybe it was another night of meeting up with Nurse Becky or Nurse Rachet -- he clearly has a thing for nurses and caretakers.

Before bed, he texted asking me about making his SHEIN returns the next day.

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