Greeting Fellow Kinksters,
Some of you have seen my post about the recent tragic news that I heard about Max. Max passed away at the age of 37 on October 11, 2021. I received many supportive messages and condolences which I greatly appreciate. I wrote about my love affair with Max in my three “mrs Sexy” books but my last book of the trilogy was published in 2016. We continued seeing each other for a long time after the books were written. I pulled all of my Max blog posts from my website when things ended very badly between us in September 2017. I even heard from him the following summer, 2018, when he had moved to Maine. He called to apologize for many things and we made amends even telling each other that we would always love one another. The problem was that Max had a drinking problem, and with his move to Maine, he also developed a drug problem and admitted to me that he had nearly died a couple of times while he was in Maine trying to cope with an assortment of personal problems. I spoke with him quite a few times that summer. He went back to sending me music to let me know he was thinking of me. He had done this since we started dating in March of 2015. Sometimes when I talked to him that summer, he would cry and tell me about his feelings of hopelessness. He thanked me for forgiving him and I thought I had him talked into going to a rehab center in Maine in September of that year. I never heard from him again. Neither him nor his family would respond to my texts and I eventually gave up trying to reach him. I just tried to forgive him and tried to get over him. My husband has been great as he always has been in dealing with matters with Max. He knew that Max and I loved each other but that I love my husband too. I had told Max from the beginning that I would never leave my husband for him and Max was quite content with being the third in our triad for a couple of years. We all had some amazing times together (and some ridiculous drama as well).
I may not have any more blogs for the rest of the year as I’m due to have carpal tunnel surgery next week. I have been in a lot of pain and it has made life difficult as a writer. I’m still leading my hotwife life with my husband and one or two long term play partners. I just haven’t been able to write much about it all due to pain in my hand, wrist and arm. I’m hoping when the surgery and healing are done and the holidays are done, I can start 2022 with fresh ideas. Taking it easy until I’m generally feeling better. I’ll still be on my social media and will continue to update my home page pictures but writing is difficult at the moment.
This was a blog post that I found that brought back a fun memory from early July 2017. I try to remember all of our good times fondly and this was a night to remember…
Hide Your Love Away -Date Night with Max
As Max was staying at his parent’s house until he can find a place to live, we found ourselves without any place to go to on our recent night out. He asked if we could get a hotel room and it seemed the only logical solution. He really needs to get an apartment soon. It was a last minute thing and I was happy that he wanted to see me and knew we would have a fun night, so off I went to pick him up. We stopped for a beer at a nearby bar so we could find a hotel room online for the evening. We chatted and kissed, catching up as I hadn’t seen him in a couple weeks.
We picked up a six pack of Heineken for the room and set off to a downtown hotel. We had to have something on the light rail so he could get home or to work the next day. I was not permitted overnight stays (with rare exceptions) under the rules with hubby as a hotwife. I break enough of the hotwife rules with Max as it is and Max has been the only lover of mine that has worried my husband. You’d have to read the books to understand, and you should, they’re very entertaining. https://www.amazon.com/mrs-Sexy-Chronicles-Juliet-Adelaide-ebook/dp/B01L4MYW0Q
We decided to head over to Crescent Ballroom, a bar with an outdoor patio that often had live music. We grabbed a corner table and ordered a couple beers. It was miserable out. Monsoon season had arrived in Phoenix but there was no rain tonight, just heat and humidity. After more kissing, smoking and chatting, we headed inside with our drinks. We could hear the band Sword playing but didn’t pay for the actual show. It was just about over anyway. Max and I discussed how many hours since we’ve known each other that we’ve spent kissing. We had seen each other off and on for 2 1/2 years and he decided it had to be over 2000 hours. I wasn’t really into PDA except with Max. We kissed everywhere we went not really caring who saw. As he started rubbing my thighs, his hands wandered further up, and he told me that he really needs to be lying naked with me soon. He rests his head on my chest as I play with his curly hair. His fingers gently rub over my pussy as he sips his drink. The show is over and people come streaming out. We people watch and laugh before heading back to the room.
Max gets us Heinekens to have in bed and puts on some music. I get undressed down to my bra and panties and lay beside him in bed. I’m just lying on his chest when he startles me a bit, kind of pushing me off him. He goes down between my legs and starts to eat me out. He takes off my panties and makes a comment about them being too pretty to fling across the room which is Max’s normal panty removal repertoire. He drops them and returns to licking my clit. He’s enthusiastic tonight about my oral treatment and moans into my pussy. He puts a hand under each side of my ass and lifts me up a bit as he continues. He comments how cool it is that my clit is engorged and tells me that he doesn’t remember noticing this version of a female erection. Then again, he often doesn’t remember little details as he’s often drunk. He was quite pleased with himself as he brought me to orgasm. I writhed and moaned, grabbing the sheets as I came. He looked up and smiled. He came back up to me and laid on his back. We kissed tenderly again but now he tasted like me. He was naked and erect so I stroked his cock a bit before grabbing a ponytail holder. We had an ongoing joke about my ponytail holders but they were helpful when sucking cock to keep my hair out of my mouth.
I got between his thighs and licked around the head of his cock. I spit on it and took it into my mouth and then to the back of my throat, just holding it there. He grabbed his phone to take a couple of pictures of me sucking his cock. He was overjoyed at the fact that it was like watching live porn on his phone. He laughed and set the phone down. He started moving his hips up a bit as if he was trying to fuck my throat. I pulled it out of my mouth with a popping noise and looked up. Max was watching me tend to his cock and smiled. I continued sucking and stroking until he grabbed my upper arms and dragged me up on top of him. I was straddling him now and rubbed his cock on my clit. I was kissing him as I slid it inside of me. I began to ride on him. I sat upright and laid my hands on his chest for balance as we fucked. He gripped my thighs tightly as we changed between up and down motions to back and forth. I would bite my lip and close my eyes. Whenever I opened them, Max would be watching me. He looked sexy lying there under my control. I started to gently rub my fingers in a circular motion on my clit. I was sitting upright now as Max watched as I masturbated on his cock. He was smiling and holding my thighs as I came with him inside me. He pulled me down on top of him to kiss me and started thrusting his hips upward, fucking me as I slid back and forth, still on top of him. He stopped kissing me and held me very tightly as he began to grunt nearing orgasm. After he came, he stayed inside me for a while, just holding me. He told me that he loves me and shushed me when I attempted to say it back.
It wasn’t too much later that he looked at the clock and made the suggestion to go out to a local British pub we like for one more drink. We sat out on the patio so we could have a smoke. Max thought it would be funny to send the picture of me sucking his cock to Nick, one of his best friends and an occasional lover of mine. It was getting a little late by the time we got back to the room, so we figured we would just cuddle a bit before I had to head home. That didn’t last long. I was soon being kissed and my panties were once again removed as Max rubbed my pussy and then pulled me on top of him again. I leaned down to kiss him as I rode him. Our lips would separate and I could feel his heavy breathing intermingling with my own.
I figured since round one was like this, I’d turn around, reverse cowgirl, to mix things up a bit. We rarely did this position for some reason but I enjoy it. Max held and smacked my ass as I lifted myself up and down on his cock. I was very excited so I rubbed my clit until I came, Max’s fingertips digging into my thighs. I was promptly flipped over and fucked missionary as Max looked into my eyes. He moved my legs around into different positions as he fucked me harder and harder. With a smack on my hip, I was ordered to my knees. He grabbed me tight as he fucked me doggy style and then wanted to change again. I was thinking maybe he wouldn’t be able to cum. Did he have too much to drink tonight? I don’t really think so but he didn’t seem to be giving up either. He stood bedside. He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge forcefully. He was so tall that I wasn’t sure we would work in this position as he has to lean down to reach my pussy with his cock. He manages and fucks me fast and hard. I get loud Max cumming for round 2 as I wonder if the people next door hear. They would have to.
He wraps his arms around me and lifts me up to drag me on top of him, his cock and cum still inside me. He takes us both down to the floor of the room. Max is now on his back on the hotel room floor and I’m straddling him. Our cum towel is on the opposite side of the bed. We laugh when we notice and he asks me to let it run all over his stomach. I lift myself off of him slowly as I feel the cum dripping from my pussy. It makes a mess on his belly and some on the carpet and he tells me he loves it before going to clean up. I wonder how often they steam clean the carpet in hotels? – Juliet Adelaide
