This blog will run once a week, and will in no way take away from my filthiness over here!! Home is where the heart is babies, but mama's gotta spread her wings (just a little bit). Every week, I will ask you all for "REAL" topics to discuss on the other side (wink wink). I hope you all continue to show your love, support, and dirty little secrets with me!!
P.S. - went to the gym yesterday and had my "free" evaluation with trainer, cum back in a few and I tell you alllllllll about it!!
P.S.S. - this is going to be a very busy week for me!! It's my son's 1st birthday! I have rehearsal for my open mic night at my school! Plus, I'm really trying to work off this baby phat!! Just letting you know in case it appears I'm MIA!
It was one of those mornings when everything that could go wrong went wrong, and I was lucky enough to make it into the parking lot at work on time. I needed to blow off some steam before stepping inside for my full day on the job. I pulled out my iPhone and threw on some porn to release some of those endorphins in my harried brain. Of course, I found my favorite clip of two big strong mandingos plowing their dicks into this big tittied heifer's ass and pussy. Before I realized what I was doing, I had a hand down my pants and I was gently pulling on my clit between my index and middle finger. When I slipped one of them past my lips I was so surprised by the slickness that my head went back, eyes closed, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I was lost in the folds of my own wetness and I worked my fingers delightfully to the rhythm provided by my porn buddies on the dash in front of me. Absently, I reached into my bag and grabbed the first long and hard thing I could find - a lotion bottle, which I quickly plunged inside me and squeezed my thighs as tight as I could. Back and forth I rocked on that little bottle and my hand added extra friction. The heifer's moans were getting louder and the distinct sound of balls slapping pussy threw me over the edge and I came so hard I had to grab the steering wheel with my other hand to control the orgasm that was firing away and spreading all throughout my limbs. Once the throbbing abated I remembered where I was. I quickly removed the lotion bottle, fastened my pants, wiped the sweat off of my upper lip, and that's when I saw him. He was standing in the third floor stairwell window, and when I made eye contact he turned away and disappeared. Had he been watching me the entire time? Or just passing on his way to or from class? I didn't have time to ponder as the second period bell was already ringing and I was going to be late. I spent the next three periods wondering who the mystery man in the stairwell was and giggling at my open boldness. During my prep period I checked my mailbox and that's when I got my answer. In it was a small envelope with my name neatly written across the front, inside was a simple message that said:
"I saw what you did. Find the stairwell, and leave me that little bottle under the third window from the right. Hope you didn't wash it off. You have until the end of sixth period or I'm sending you to the Principal's office."
Good thing hyou are putting off your you know whayt, make it for good while you are at it. I am already feeling sorry for your husband. He might commit suicide. Marriage tryuly is tricky but the bed should be undefiled."
Check the post if you don't believe, the English teacher in me wanted to first take a red pen to all the spelling and grammatical errors, and then I really saw was red when I got to the line about "feeling sorry for your husband. He might commit suicide". Really? Now, I don't want to scare off any of my readers, lurkers, fans, or foes with this response, but I feel compelled to say something. Anonymous, I have to believe that you're new to my blog or else I don't see how it is humanly possible to feel sorry for my husband who has a wife that not only loves him but wants, begs, and pleads to have sex, make love, fuck him almost every fucking day of the week for the past 5 years! I wear the outfits, I put on the stillettos, I keep a freshly trimmed bush at all times, my hair is always done, I grope him a minimum of 5 times a damn day. I send him naughty texts and naked pics of myself a few days out of the week. I posed for boudiour pictures for our anniversary as my gift to him! I masturbate for him, watch porn with him like we're at the fucking movies, and let's not forget the regular wifely duties! I'm only one that cooks in this house, I clean, I primarily take care of our two children while he works nights. I WORK FULL TIME! And no matter whether I'm sick, tired, depressed, hungry, feeling fat and bloated, I still have to BEG him 4 times out of 7 day fucking week to sleep with me, and I say only 4 because he'd rather catch up on sleep and I stopped playing myself asking every day! If it weren't for the fact that he works and sleeps the majority of his days and nights, I'd think HE was the one having an affair! In fact, I even gave him permission to cheat, if it meant that I could also have my cake and eat it too, plus alleviate his stress of me constantly hounding him for sex, and beating him in the head that I'm not happy with our sex life! So, Anonymous, before you go feeling all sorry for his ass, read everything I've had to say over the past few months. Committ Suicide?!?! How many fucking husbands can complain to their friends that their wife wants to fuck every day?? PUUULLLLLEEEEEEEZZZZZEEE!!!
Thank you all for your responses (finally LOL). I thought it best to address all the questions in one post, instead trying to comment individually:
- NW and Voyeur36 - asked what IF he finds out? how do you explain how it happened? If he were to find out, it more than likely would be due to my admission because with his late hours, it would be very easy to make it happen. The only explanation would be an honest one, he already knows that I feel the urge and that my needs aren't being met.
- Bill - asked (alot). No I haven't made up my mind at all. What will he reaction be when he finds out? He'll be angry, possibly try to kick me out, because he's not the one to leave (go back over past posts to see that. Do you think he will be understanding and "forgive" you? No, I can see him keeping me in this marriage and holding it over my head for years. Will it destroy your marriage and if so, will the experience have been worth it? It may destroy my marriage and then no it would not be worth it at all. Will you require the men to wear condoms? HELL FUCKING YES! Have you considered setting up a video camera to capture the session? Um, NO! The surest way to get caught is to hold on to blatant evidence. Have you discussed fidelity with your husband? Yes, a thousand times, yes. Read the ranting post. How would I feel about him having sex with other women? As long as I could be one of the women or watch.
If more questions come up, I'll add them. For right now, I find it interesting that the votes lean towards fulfilling the fantasy, but the comments clearly seem to voice on the side of sticking to my marriage. I went out for lunch with a my BFF today and she's been silently following the blog and she insisted that I do the right thing and honor my vows, and hat there are so many other components to a marriage than just sex. While I know this is true, then why does sex weigh so heavily for me? It is exhausting trying to get him to see the light, and the idea that he may never is depressing as hell. I'm still not sure that I'd be able to live like that. I do love my husband, and these first four years have been quite an uphill battle. It seems that now that many of our other issues are taken care of (for the most part), what's left is our sex life or my lack of enjoying it on a consistent basis. Today we were both home, I went out for that hour, and my BFF hung out for about an hour, which left us several hours before dinner and his sleep time. Knowing our previous conversation, he made not one attempt to get physical (besides his peck when he came home from work this morning). Both kids were home, but our 9yr loves "babysitting" the baby even for a little while and we could have had them play upstairs...but as usual the thought never ever enters his mind. Add to the fact that he thinks it's wrong for us to be remotely affectionate in front of them. I still haven't completely made up my mind, but this is going to be one of the toughest decisions I've had to make in a really long time.
Oh, yeah, HHNT...Thoughful
Can you please show me some love and attention? I know you're visiting, I know you are...but why isn't anyone saying anything??!!
It was 9:30 pm on Halloween Night, after a long day we were about to put the kiddies to bed and enjoy some much needed grownup time while watching a Halloween marathon. I had taken an early shower and decided to plug it up, just in case the mood struck my fancy. I tried to tease him while one of the little ones were in the shower by climbing on top of him and asking him to reach in to my pajama pants. He didn't reach quite far enough to feel my little surprise and then, of course, the baby woke up. After that, I figured I had it in for about 4 hours and thought, "He's gonna pull his usual stunts, why bother", and I took it out. Shortly thereafter the power on our entire block went out and it was lights out for the kiddies. He had joked about giving me some romance and know the gods had stepped in and forced his hand. With candles lit, he comically gave me his version of a strip show, I was delighted. Then I asked him what I always ask him, "Honey, can you give yourself a few strokes for me?" Of course, he said no as he always does, except this time he says it while playfully stroking. Again, I was tickled and now a little turned on. I asked him to please do it for real, and he obliged with 3 good long strokes. I felt the first throb at the tip of my clit. I'm thinking this could be a night to end all nights, so why stop there. I suggested we play one of the 10 erotic games we have hidden in the headboard that we never play. My surprise, he agreed. I didn't even hesitate as I whipped out one of the newer ones with the wrapping still on. We took turns admitting our turn ons and dislikes, kissing and petting, massaging and rekindling...it was great. The only thing that would have made the game better would have been if we could have incorporated food (blackout remember? didn't want to open the fridge) and alcohol (still breastfeeding), but we made the best of it. After moving from the intimate to passionate to steamy round of the game, it was time to put the game away and start our own.
He started by kissing me tenderly, which for him was always a challenge, and then he let his hands take over exploring different angles of my body. He took a breast in both hands and sucked carefully as to not take food from his son. Then his massively strong fingers found their way between my legs where he inserted not one, not two, but three fingers to dance and play on the inner caverns of my honey walls. I was soaked and dripping down his wrist, yearning for more, and he didn't disappoint by taking my mouth with his again but this time more forcefully. I felt the day of trick or treating fade away into the distance and it was replaced by the most wonderfully loving feeling. Slowly, very slowly, he hovered atop of me, eyes on mine, hands planted firmly on each side of me, he slid inside my warm, anticipating love nest. Stroke after stroke after glorious stroke we matched each others stride. I could feel him swelling with every arch of my back, every rack of my nails across his back, and every clench of my thighs. It was perfect, but...I wanted more. At first I thought that I wanted to taste myself on him, slip him between my lips and let my tongue lap up the juices we had created together, but I realized that wasn't it. I'd been in this bed with him more times than I can count and we still hadn't crossed "that certain" bridge together. There was always some excuse, but tonight on All Hallow's Eve with the full moon and the candle casting our sexual shadows all over our bedroom walls, I decided once and for all this would be the night! He knew I had been prepping my tight virginal bud for weeks, but little did he know that I had been challenged by another to turn this fantasy of mine into a reality. At that precise moment he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my sumptuous behind in his direction, just as he made the connection, I turned and said, "Take me in my ass." He continued to ride me and I could feel another orgasm flood my insides. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you". The sincerity in his voice only fueled my desire, "YES, PLEASE!" I begged. He slowed down the tempo, lowered himself down to pull my face towards him, and he planted such a sweet kiss to my temple, I all but fell in love over again. He slid out of me just long enough to get the lube and a condom. Just watching him prepare made my eyes water, I so was happy that I couldn't stop the tears from falling. Whether intentionally or not as he put the condom on in full view of my adoring eyes he lathered on the lubrication and stroked long and hard and unabashed for me. I came on sight. The image will forever be branded in my mind, and the joy I felt was instantly replaced by longing. I didn't want to rush him as it was his first time with me, but I was anxious. Did I stretch it enough? Will I be able to take him all in? Will it hurt? Will he enjoy it? Will I enjoy it? All of these questions buzzed like annoying little bees that he shooed away with a tender embrace and long sensuous kiss. "Are you ready?" I couldn't even answer, I just nodded. With a surgeon's care, he deflowered my tightest resting place. I braced myself when his fat head crossed over my entry way, and I bucked to greet him. The continuous moans of pleasure pain that followed as he inched his way all the way inside were like nothing I ever felt before. As a rode this amber wave, I couldn't stop myself from screaming, crying, clawing for more. The hurt was so good and the good was even better. I could feel every single fiber of his being in the confines of my hallowed halls and it almost rendered me speechless. He grabbed one of my breast in his cum position but asked first, "Do you want me to cum?" Without hesitation, I shouted, "NO... PLEASE ...NOT YET...TOO GOOD ...TO STOP NOW!!" And he didn't. This man of mine that likes the status quo had given me my obsession, he let go of his own hangups and fears and handed me one of my fantasies on a silver platter. I came so tragically hard I almost blacked out. The orgasmic ripple that went from deep within my ass all the way to the inner most core of my pussy. I was spent. I was satiated. I was happy. I proudly announced, "You can cum now for me baby, you can cum all you want!" And he did, and feeling his pleasure stick contract and release, sent me into another delicious explosion. He quietly ran his fingertips the length of my torso as I lay there almost whimpering trying to catch a breath. In the far reaches of my mind, I still couldn't help but think - I wonder what that would have felt like with two? Maybe next blackout!