A couple of years ago my hubby suggested to me that in order to get my “mojo” back that I start fucking random strangers. Now that is probably a slightly odd thing for a husband to say to his wife, but my husband and I have been swingers for years (god I hate that term – it immediately brings to mind fat old people wandering around naked) and after I had had my child my hubby wasn’t into me anymore because I had gotten fat.
So I placed an advert on a dating website and viola ended up with about 500 responses. I know, I couldn’t believe it either and it did do a lot for my ego, even though it really means nothing. Men just wanna get laid and what is better than some horny housewife whose hubby ain’t giving her any? It is like perfect, no strings sex, every guys wet dream….lol.
So the first guy I shagged was “The Photographer”. He was a really lovely guy – in his forties, really tall, relatively good looking, OK in bed but couldn’t keep it up. That doesn’t do alot for ones ego…lol
He and I hooked up another coupla times after that, but our schedules never seemed to match up. I had/have restrictions due to my family commitments and I never, ever do anything with my family around. I mean he was a lovely guy, and he had some talents, but you would expect that from a guy in his 40’s to be honest.
Sure he made me come, but I am an orgasm queen, it does not take much to make me come at all. The trick with me is the level of orgasm. I have about 3 levels and the one I most adore is the one that makes my eyes roll back in my head and leaves me breathless. One where the pleasure is so intense that I am rendered speechless. And there are very few, if any, other than my husband that I can truly leave me spent.
Like I said, The Photographer was lovely and he gave me a good time and helped boost my ego, but he didn’t really do it for me. Not many people do to be honest.
Thanks to my life – which not unlike so many other peoples lives – I have nothing that is just truly mine. Nothing at all. Everything else is about my daughter or my husband or my students. I am always cooking, cleaning, running around after, catering to or being bossed around by someone, and I just want something that is just mine. All mine. Just a few hours here and there of just pure bliss where I am not doing anything other than what I want to do. It is so nice to be adored and even though it is only a few minutes, at least I get to escape and be free…..
Lordy, that didn’t sound too sane did it? LOL. I am not unhinged (well not today at least) but it really is nice to have something that is mine alone.