My Threesome Weekend Part 1

I know you have been waiting for this post. It has taken me a while to process everything and because I built up the past weekend so much, I just feel that I need to take my time and hopefully do it justice.

Here goes nothing..... I hope you enjoy it!


Friday was upon us. It has been 2 freakin weeks since we have had sex or really any kind of contact. I can't wait to get this weekend started. We can't leave fast enough!

Friday morning I had to go to court to take care of a fix-it ticket. On the way home, there was a motorcycle that crashed on the other side of the street. His bike spun, threw him off of the bike and the bike almost came into our lane. The rider skidded on the street and there was a truck that was coming right for him. Thank goodness that all traffic stopped and the rider got right back up. I was shaking and crying..... just a ridiculous emotional wreck. Mr. D is assuring me that the guy was OK but for whatever reason it just really upset me. Anyway we get home and are packing the car, getting ready to leave.

My phone rings......Dispatch? Why are they calling me, they know I took the weekend off? Hell no if they think I'm coming in to work!

"Hello"

"Hi Subrina? This is Susie from HR, do you have a minute?"

"Um, yea sure, what can I help you with?"

Susie tells me that someone at work made a complaint against me, a harassment complaint. This person said that 3 other people at work told him that I called him a "fuckin faggot". WHAT? Are you kidding me? Really?

OMG could this day get any freakin worse?

"Subrina, I have to ask you, did you call this person that?"

Really, is she really asking me that? To me, calling someone that is like calling someone the N-word. You just don't say that. This person didn't come to work for 2 days because of this. I was devastated! I absolutely adore this person making the claim. I can't believe someone would tell him that I called him that. I end up crying on the phone and telling her that if he is afraid to come to work because of me...then I will call off and not come to work. I don't want this person to feel threatened or afraid. Susie tells me that they will continue to investigate this and will notify me of any changes.

I hang up and just look at Mr. D. He just kind of grins (more like a pity grin) at me and opens his arms.

WOW....this is how I'm going to start my "threesome weekend"?
First court.....
Then motorcycle accident.....
And now a harassment claim....


FUUUUUUUUUUCK!


Mr. D does what he does best.....comforts me. He tells me that the truth will come out and not to worry. Let's have a great weekend and enjoy our time together. I really want to enjoy our weekend....but damn it sure isn't starting out very good.

Off we go! We hit the road for the 2 hour drive. We talk a bit about my phone call and then he puts a stop to that conversation, seeing that I'm getting upset. I got the country music playing, we're holding hands and just being together. We stop at a rest stop to go to the bathroom and then decide to have a little picnic and talk some more. We are really enjoying each others company.

We get to the hotel and check in. We're on the 3rd floor, so we get our stuff out of the car and get in the elevator. The tension between us is electric. (remember in 50 shades when they are in the elevator and they can feel the "pull" between them...yup that's what's going on). I wanted to push him up against the wall and just kiss him and touch him and feel him....or him push me against the wall. Really, somebody needs to be up against the wall! I just wanted some kind of connection.

We get into our room and decide that we should get directions to the concert, even though we have about 4 hours before it starts. We are going to dinner first and then to the concert. Mr. D has already said that we weren't going to have sex until after the concert. So I'm on my phone looking up the directions and Mr. D is fumbling around the room.

"Get undressed, all of your clothes. Get on your knees and keep your hands to your side"

I just look up at him not really processing what he is saying. Wait, did I just hear him right? Are we about to have sex??

"Did you hear me? Do as your told"

He is completely naked. I get off of the bed and start to take my clothes off. I get my shirt and bra off and he tells me to get on my knees.

"But Sir, I still have my pants on."

"I don't care, I said to get on your knees."