Almost Getting Caught: Allergies and Cheating

A lover up in smoke and trying not to get burnt

Ashley Madison had no shortage of fuckers.

And by that, I mean men that want to fuck me.

When FourTwenty reached out, I wasn’t sure if he was the right person for me. First impression of his profile was not detailed and vague. Bonus: he has a second place where he could host sometimes. Being upfront, he said that he smokes both tobacco and weed. The chemical smell might be an issue for me, but I decided to go with it. As long as I don’t smoke it, I’m usually good around anyone that does.

We started chatting about life, and what brought us to Ashley Madison. He was a very relaxed person, not letting much bother him. His life had ups and downs so he was very deliberate in not sweating the small stuff.

I wasn’t having a lot of luck with first meets lately, so I started giving him heck to see how serious he was and how he’d respond with a strong minded person.

“Venting?🤬 shit all over u?🤯 what would ya do?” I asked for kicks.

“Get that 💩out. u gotta be u. I’ll be me. 🏄‍♂️it doesn’t matter. were good. nothing bothers me anymore.☮”

Wow. He was very chill. That’s refreshing. He wasn’t going to sweat it if I decided he wasn’t my cup of tea. He might be what I need to relax. I kept texting.

We chatted about life, and how we could meet, and where to meet during a lockdown when there are few places open. Finally, we scheduled a visit in a nearby town one night.

“I’ll eat you out in the car,” he promised.

“Car sex usually doesn’t work for me,” I argued, but he really wanted to give me something special. Who am I to disagree?

“On my way, see u in 20..”😛 he wrote.

Meeting up in a fast food parking lot, I recognized him right away. He hopped out of his car and came over to mine. He had a sweet voice and we commiserated over music, life, and relationships.

“Do you want to go someplace more private?” he asked, as we hit a lull in our conversation. He did promise me that he was going to eat me out. He couldn’t eat my pussy thru my yoga pants, so privacy was required.

We drove around a few corners and hit a empty spot in a parking lot. It was dark, private and no one was around. We settled into the back of my car and started kissing. I could taste some smoke in his mouth, but it wasn’t bad. He helped me pull off my shirt and bra, then yoga pants and undies.

Naked in my car with a new guy.

He sucked my breasts and moved his warm mouth gently over them.

Laying back, he inched back as far as he could so he could reach my pussy. He opened my folds, and started licking my lips and moving his tongue up and down.

I started breathing heavily and his mouth started moving over my clit. Pulling up and sucking in. My hips starting writhing on the back seat. I could feel an orgasm building but something didn’t feel right. I was starting to cough.

It started shortly after I lay down. A tickle in my throat that wouldn’t let up. I tried to clear it and it just wouldn’t clear. So I breathed deeply and hoped it would settle.

It didn’t. FourTwenty moved on to fucking me with his tongue, then adding some fingers to the mix. It felt amazing but I wasn’t able to come. My breathing was ragged but for the wrong reason. I started coughing outright.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “I’ll stop…”

“Yes, please continue,” I begged. He kept working me over trying to get me to come. I tensed up and finally let go. He helped me sit up, and then shit got real.

“I can’t breathe! Oh my god.” What was going on? I felt awful. My breaths were shallow. I was trying to clear my throat but couldn't. I’m naked in the back of my car and can’t get enough air. What was I going to do?

“I’ll take you to the emergency room,” he offered. That freaked me out even more. I imagined them asking why I was at emergency? Well…see I started coughing and couldn’t breathe as my potential affair partner licked my pussy…no. Just no.

So I managed to struggle back into my clothes. I opened up the doors in the car for some fresh air. The interior light came on, showing my bare breasts to the world. I can’t recall how I got everything back on, only that I was standing on cold asphalt without any shoes on.

“Let me take you the hospital… please,” FourTwenty was freaked out. He looked like he was halfway between bolting or putting me in his car to head to emergency.

“No. Absolutely not. I’d never be able to explain it. This will pass. I’ll go get some tea and take my time driving home. You need to head home. Thank you for tonight. Chat later.”

He left reluctantly. I managed to settle myself enough to drive thru at Starbucks for a tea. I drove home slowly and carefully with all the windows open. It was a very cold November evening but it felt like I couldn’t get enough air in.

I had a chance to think too. A year ago, I tried a joint for the first time in my adult life. Back then, my throat closed up and I had a severe allergic reaction. It took a few hours but eventually it went away. I didn’t expect to have a reaction tonight. I hadn’t smoked anything. I think it happened after we kissed. That’s when I started feeling the tickle.

“You ok, hon?” My husband was concerned and confused when I got home, as I was still trying to hack up a lung. I told him I had an adverse reaction to some cleaning fluid in a store I was at. I’ve always had a sensitivity to chemicals, so it seemed reasonable to him. I drank more water, sucked on a soothing lozenge and lay down. ”

The next day, I explained what I thought happened to FourTwenty. He had a hard time accepting what I thought it was. “You sure?”

“Give me a few days so I can process,” he texts. “Sure,” I readily agreed, and “reach back out when you are ready.”

Honestly, what if it happened again? What if next time I can’t drive home or have to go to a hospital? Not chances I could take. So I waited 5 days just in case he reached back out. He didn’t. Thanking him for that night, I told him it’s good to part ways cause I couldn't be sure of what might happen next time. Chat deleted and I moved on.

A lesson learned. Not to take more risk than you have to. Not to ignore the gut feeling. My gut told me that a smoker and someone who smoked weed as much as he did might affect me somehow. I ignored that and almost ended up in a situation I couldn’t get out of.

Plus there is always more fuckers out there…just waiting.

A happier ending without any allergies or almost trip to a hospital:

How I got started (Part two of a four part series):