Stop fighting....

Stop fighting it, you know you want it!

( I am trying to push him away)

Stop fighting it, you know you want my hard dick!

(I try to fight him off)

Stop fighting it, you know you enjoy it!

( I finally stop and give in)

~he says and then pulls out saying...

"that is all I am giving you till tonight!"

FYI

Thirty-four facial muscles are used when you kiss.

(I wonder how many are used when sucking a hard dick?)

What did I do to deserve him

What did I do to deserve my husband?! I wish someone would tell me. After the events of last night I am sitting here feeling completely awful for ever wanting to leave him.

I was reminded last night why I married him. He is generous, kind caring, loving, supportive, open-minded, and thoughtful (of course some of these are dependant upon his mood). Supportive and open-mind are the ones that truly define him. Our marriage is not your "traditional" marriage....the man is the bread-winner, wife stays home barefoot and pregnant; having to ask his permission before really doing anything. Endymion and I are equal partners.

So to the point here....

One quiet morning the last week in December 2008, after having a most delicious breakfast at Cracker Barrel E and I were home alone, (cubs had spent the night at friends) obviously not fully satisfied hunger wise as we were eating of succulent body parts. I was on top riding his hard cock when he ask me what it was that I fantasized. What did I fantasize about when I was on top of him riding him.

What!

What the FUCK!?

I nearly stop cold riding his dick at the question he had just asked. WHAT?! Oh, I need to keep going, riding his cock, I can not forget what Iwas doing! He asked again and I quickly, in an effort to ignore the question, asked for my wand (hoping he would forget he asked methat question). He goes and gets my wand,comes back to pleasure me. It worked. He forgot.

I was scared to death of his question! He wanted to know what I fantasized about. What my desires were? Here had been my chance to finally share with him what I wanted and I chickened out. Why? Why was I so scared to tell the man I love, the man I have been married to for 13 years, the father of my children my fantasizes/desires.

Last night, too tired to have sex, we laid in bed snuggling and talking. I got quiet suddenly and Endymion ask what's on my mind. "why" I ask. " You got quiet suddenly." he says.

" I have something to tell you but I am scared to death to tell you"

"why?"

"You will either freak out and leave or think terribly of me and our marriage will never be the same."

(kissing me and saying) "I love you. I am not going anywhere."

(condensed version follows)

"First, before I tell you I need to share with you that I treasure our marriage. It means everything to me. That what I am about to share is in no way me trying to replace what we have but hopefuly is an extension of us and our marriage... "

"...to answer your question from the other morning about what I fantasize about, I fantasize about you and I having a three-some, MFF. You watching me with another womyn pleasuring each other, you getting off on it and then she and I move to pleasuring you. There would be rules in place before hand." How do you feel about this?"

"I am not freaked out by this. It is completely normal to have these fantasizes. I have always lived our marriage in the traditional fashion in some sense being completely satisfied living in our marriage the way it is. I have not really thought about things like that. Can I have some time to process it?"

(sigh of relief)

"Yes. This not something I want to happen this weekend or this month. Just consider the possibility of it happening."

"What is your other fantasy?"

" I want to have sexual experiences with a womyn. Want to know the warmth, feel and touch of a womyn. If I becomes friends with someone (womyn) and there is an attraction and we kiss and it leads or we want it to lead to something more..."

"This is not something that has already happened is it and this is your way of telling me by asking me?!"

"No. It is something I want though."

" I am fine with that." (just as casual and ordinary as anything he says this!)

?What? Did I just hear what I think I just heard?! He said I am fine with that?!?!? FUCK.

" You are?"

"Yes. If this is something that you want I am okay with it. I am not going to keep you from doing something you want and from what makes you happy."

"How do you feel about me actively looking for a friend where there is the possibility that it might happen? That it something she and I both are looking for?"

" I am fine with it."

"Do you want to know about it?"

"Yes. I just don't want to know all the details."

(Now I have left out a small detail here why sharing our conversation...and that is while I am sharing my 2 fantasizes he keeps pushing me down under the covers and down on his hard cock to eat him. He is fucking HARD! I ask him if he wants my pussy and next thing I know he is on top of me fucking and pounding me.)

Order of importance

Number these in order of importance in your life

• Love
• Sex
• Money
• Chocolate

For me:

1. Love/Sex
2. Money
3. Chocolate

Who knew

Touched

(sigh)

We are all alone in the room. The lighting is softened. As I lay down on the table his hands begin to ever so softly caress my body, following my curves and I begin to soften like that of warm clay in the potter's hand. His voice is peaceful and soothing, almost hypnotic. "Do you make love as passionately?" I want to ask him. Please let this moment never end. I want to stay here, plea for him to make love to me with the softness and gentleness that caresses me.

Sadly enough our time together must end. I leave wondering when I will ever see him again? When will hold my in his arms again? I leave feeling like...

I have been touched by an angel.

(this story is fiction, sadly to say. In my daydreaming today of wanting to be swept off my feet in heated passion, these were my fanatsies while at my chiropractor appt. I was not seen by my regular dr. but by her recently new business parnter, her husband. We were completely alone this morning. Only one small lamp was on. He was as gentle and warm and I did melt to his touch like that of clay in the potter's hands. Wondering if he does make love as softly and passionately.)