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Blair and Maricruz are now new best friends forever

They've been out drinking a couple times, both with alterior motives: find out if the other one is fucking Jason X. 

I was worried at first, but after the first night of drinks with no shit storm the next day, I knew neither would ever come clean to the other. 

That's the thing about married women. They don't tell anyone, even their best friends, that they're fucking around with someone. They keep their mouths shut because:

  • Women know women can't keep secrets
  • Women silently judge other women, especially if they can brand the woman a slut

I felt content and safe. Blair, of course, was not comfortable with me feeling content and safe, so she decided to take another approach.

Blair invited me out with her new BFF Maricruz. 

She called it a business dinner. She made it about work so that I'd have to come out with them. But it was all about getting me liquored up. 

Blair's plan was simple: if both women were sleeping with me, both women would expect to hook up with me after dinner. She wanted to see how I'd handle it. 

I could not say no because, according to Blair, that would be an admission of guilt. Accepting the invitation would not prove innocence though because Blair knows that I know that refusing one of her tests is an admission of guilt.  

Maricruz did not come up with the plan, nor did she realize this was actually a calculated plan, but I could tell she did recognize that the situation would be quite revealing, just as Blair did.

Both women played footies with me under the table. At one point, I think they were playing footies with each other without knowing. That made me smile.

We drank and laughed and we all seemed like good pals. But both of them were scrutinizing my every move; the way I looked at the other woman, the way I interacted, the words, the smiles, the expressions. 

I just acted like they were both my sisters and didn't give up a thing. 

But the true test was coming up...

It's interesting how I go into these situations without an exit strategy and then one just presents itself. I got a drunk text from Lucia. I pretended the text was from my wife and that she was sick and needed medicine. 

I excused myself, then met drunk Lucia for tree sex in the park. 

Reader Comments (7)

Yay! The dunken filipina comes thru for you, yet again! Nice save Lucia!

November 20, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterTech Babe

Jason, I think there's no better way to put it than are a God among men!

November 20, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterAlex V.

Alex V. You are cool.

November 20, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJason X

Haha, "The dunken filipina comes thru for you, yet again!". Can we make that an out of context bumper sticker, or a chance card in Monopoly?

November 21, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterNnamdi

How about a T-shirt. I should start offering those...

November 21, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJason X

Finally, something to replace Tucker Max..... Thank you Jason X

March 3, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterAupair

Aupair: From what I understand, he's pretty big with immature college kids. I tend to attract immature professionals... Thanks for reading and commenting. And welcome to the fold!

March 4, 2009 | Registered CommenterJason X

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