Oh, wow. Um, remember how la homme and I were supposed to be "taking a break"? Remember how I'm putting my all into heating things up with the hubby? Remember how we're thinking about bringing a girlfriend home?
So leaving la homme was a lot harder than I thought. Hard enough that I haven't done it. Yep, that's right. I'm now the absolute picture of a dumbass. I can't help it. Or rather, I don't want to help it. Sadly, I actually spent a few hours thinking that this is my husband's way of ruining my fun without even knowing it. At any rate, la homme and I are still hot and heavy, emphasis on the hot.
Things have been great with the husband. We're doing really well with have more sex, having different sex, being open with each other.
We're taking steps to find a girlfriend, and it's going well. Scary, thrilling well.
Everything is going so well with everyone, in fact, that sex has begun to dictate my planning. Have sex with the hubby before I bathe, so that I'm ready for la homme. Go to work, get some things done, get the minders distracted, enter hot office session. Leave the office, work on finding girlfriend, talk to hubby about it, have hot sex. Take bath. Repeat.
I haven't told la homme that we're looking for a girlfriend. I don't want to hear his predicitions or criticisms re: my husband. How does a married guy who is fooling around with a married girl look down his nose at her hubby? Not sure, but la homme pulls it off. He would love the stories, and the profile pics hubby took of me, etc. I'm still on the fence.
My overriding thought in all of this is that I would like to tell my father every bit of it, and see what he thinks. I know he cheats on Mom. I know he has cheated a lot, for a long time. What would he think of me having an attentive husband, an attentive boyfriend AND a hopefully attentive girlfriend?! I would be lying if I said I didn't think he'd be proud.
If I can keep it all from blowing up in my face, Armeggedon style, it should be the ride of a lifetime.
Be careful when you wish for more sex, friends. You might just get what you asked for.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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