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#362 - will you be our 3rd?
11.06.04 @ 2:51 am

I just did the strangest thing. I signed up for an online personal ad.

I was feeling loopy today, and kind of wanted to continue it, so I told Hubby we should go out, get me drunk, and come home and fuck. We went out to a local casino, sat in the bar, and after 2 drinks I was wasted. He made fun of me for being such a "lightweight". I pouted and told him I had to down the first one super-quick because a) that's the only way I ever get drunk, and b) it was so strong I didn't like it.

So I'm drunk, and as we're waiting for our tab to be settled up, he does that, I'm want to bring something up, but not here "thing". I hate that shit. I demand to know, He finally asks why the hell we don't have 3-ways anymore. I spell out one word for him: that certain name that begins with a P. ie: we've done that shit before, and it was all wrong.

So we discuss girls. I say no, we've still got my hang-up over you doing other girls. He says fine, another guy. And I'm like, no fucking way. Guys just don't dig me. I am so NOT hot. He thinks I'm ridiculous. He seems to think that my "cute" face and big boobs make up for my flabby middle and general all-around chunkiness. WHAT-ever.

So we go home and we fuck. We had this strawberry liquidy stuff around forever that we only just used the first time recently. I decided to pour that all over my breasts. I play with my breasts and my cunt while he's racing to remove all his clothing so he doesn't get strawberry syrupy stuff all over them.

He does nice things to me with his hands. He fucks my tits, adding extra strawberry goop. He goes and grabs a dildo and slides it into my ass with almost no complications as I finger my clit. I had a very nice orgasm like that. Then he flips me over onto my back, keeps the dildo in my ass, and proceeds to fuck me. At some point we lose the dildo and he climbs up onto me and he is always so happy to be there in that position. He came soon afterwards, and I used the opportunity to bite and suck at his neck and chest while he was so distracted. I actually gave him a small hickey. He never lets me bite him unless we're fucking. I like to bite.

We took showers to get all the strawberry stuff off. We laid in bed for awhile in the dark, and I would not shut up. At some point in the night, whether at the bar or in the bed, he said fine, he would prove guys wanted me.

So when I couldn't sleep, despite still being so drunk I almost didn't make it from the bed to the bathroom in the dark, I came out here. Hopped on line. Red a few online personals. And started an ad for us. No lies. No games. I stated my true weight and height and age and general description. I said we've been married for years. We wanted another guy to fuck me while I suck him.

I even took a picture and brushed-out my face.

We'll see who's right, and if my ego can take it if it's me.

But don't think that I'm not freaked to all hell. Because a few years ago, when everything was good, I asked him what he thought of me cyber-chatting and sex-chatting other guys for sex. And I met R. And "fell in love". And that was as disastrous as P.

So I'm scared. But too tired and residually (is that a word??) drunk to be that scared. We'll see how I feel about this tomorrow.

PS: depression is licked, for now. Yay me. Yay celexa.

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