<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:01.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate House Husband</title><subtitle type='html'>The sordid saga of things that happen when too much desire goes too unrequited for too long</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110887763743844922</id><published>2005-02-19T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T21:48:18.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friday night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; tell me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: start from dinner, or from "after dinner"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; dinner&lt;br /&gt;DHH: dinner was at restaurant in city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;DHH: was perfect balance of down home &amp; gourmet food&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he ordered a bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we talked&lt;br /&gt;DHH: early on&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he was very suggestive or flirty&lt;br /&gt;DHH: being not at all coy about what was to come later on&lt;br /&gt;DHH: which made her blush a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I think&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she had the hots for me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so it was kind of a schoolgirl crush&lt;br /&gt;DHH: of sorts&lt;br /&gt;DHH: or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;DHH: anyway&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we chatted&lt;br /&gt;DHH: had a nice dinner&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then&lt;br /&gt;DHH: time came to go&lt;br /&gt;DHH: instead of me following&lt;br /&gt;DHH: or him trying to give directions&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he sent her with me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: (fully hoping she and I would get things going in the car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; oooo nice move&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yeah&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I've noticed this move a couple times with couples – Send the woman off with the guy so they can get it going.&lt;br /&gt;DHH: thing is, she was being shy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I didn't want to push it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so we just talked&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and drove&lt;br /&gt;DHH: to... their boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;DHH: a 2 bedroom big boat&lt;br /&gt;DHH: like a small floating apartment&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she was being a little bashful&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we got onboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; coy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she put on some music&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he gave me the tour&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we sat down on this kind of L shaped couch&lt;br /&gt;DHH: her betweenus&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he starts rubbing her leg&lt;br /&gt;DHH: giving her a little playful teasing for being shy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: says once she gets going, she's fine&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I decided&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I'd help break the ice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: So I stood up and took my shirt off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and sat back down with her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she asked me if I had rules&lt;br /&gt;DHH: specifically to find out if kissing was ok&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I was like "sure"&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so we all started to make out&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she gave me such expressive kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; she was hungry&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I really felt her communicating how she felt about me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: hungry, vulnerable, open&lt;br /&gt;DHH: just very very hot&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then her top came off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: BOOBS&lt;br /&gt;DHH: wow, she's endowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: wearing a very hot light green lace thing&lt;br /&gt;DHH: play continues&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I kiss the back of her neck, caress her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he's kissing her, our hands are caressing all over&lt;br /&gt;DHH: her pants come off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: matching lace boy shorts thing on&lt;br /&gt;DHH: hot&lt;br /&gt;DHH: the necking continues&lt;br /&gt;DHH: the bra comes off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: rubbing her gently through her panties&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's getting responsive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; mmmm&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he and I peel her panties off together&lt;br /&gt;DHH: no word spoken, we just both knew&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's ready&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he has one side, I have other&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: kissing one, being sucked and nibbled by the other&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I explore&lt;br /&gt;DHH: her pussy is very very wet&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I'm on her left, so I have to use my left hand&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I feel it, trying to get a sense of her layout down there&lt;br /&gt;DHH: give her some rubbing&lt;br /&gt;DHH: some penetration&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she responds well&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he goes down on her a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: while she and I make out- very sweet, gentle sensual, I caress her cheek tenderly. She was sweet and shy, and it was the right style of touch.&lt;br /&gt;DHH: neck&lt;br /&gt;DHH: breasts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then I kiss my way lower&lt;br /&gt;DHH: kneel in front of her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: face between her legs&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I open her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and begin some slightly more than gentle licking&lt;br /&gt;DHH: which gets her gasping&lt;br /&gt;DHH: mean while he's working her breasts&lt;br /&gt;DHH: kissing&lt;br /&gt;DHH: whispering things to her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I keep working away&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she has sort of a closed pussy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: small inner lips or large outer ones, depending on perspective&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so her clit is buried a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's trimmed&lt;br /&gt;DHH: quite lovely to go down on&lt;br /&gt;DHH: the stimulation of two men is too much for her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's a little over stimulated&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so I slow it down, take the edge off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it takes a while. Maybe 5-10 min?&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but it builds&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and she comes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I'm very happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; was she a squirter&lt;br /&gt;DHH: somewhere in the previous making out she had put her hand in my pants&lt;br /&gt;DHH: not a squirter&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I've never encountered one of those&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so he askes her is she'd like to move to the bed&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she heads in&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I strip&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we get in the bed together&lt;br /&gt;DHH: me on her left again&lt;br /&gt;DHH: caressing&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he asks her who she'd like to fuck first&lt;br /&gt;DHH: "well, we have a guest"&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but before that happens&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she goes down on me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was a spiritually transforming experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; was she good&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she was giving me the most loving, tender head I'd ever had&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it wasn't quite going to make me cum&lt;br /&gt;DHH: you give amazing head&lt;br /&gt;DHH: for that&lt;br /&gt;DHH: you know how to make a man cum with your mouth&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she was kind of trying for that,&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but mostly just giving my penis a very expressive kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it's hard to describe&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I was feeling this powerful emotional connection to her. She was showing me love and tenderness as I’d never experienced it in bed before.&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she kept at it for quite a while, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; btw im masterbating&lt;br /&gt;DHH: go for it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: ;)&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but the feelings I had&lt;br /&gt;DHH: made me not want to fuck her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but to be close&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so after she had been down there for a long and wonderful while, I suggested she come up&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and be on top of me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and kiss me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: while he took her form behind&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's passionately making out with me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: while grinding her hips against him&lt;br /&gt;DHH: getting fucked&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he loves it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she loves it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I love it: I'm holding her closely, caressing her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was very passionate and intimate&lt;br /&gt;DHH: to be with her in that way&lt;br /&gt;DHH: while she was feeling that&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he gets off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: hearing us make out&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and cums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; did u fuck her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: ands so he lies down&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and recovers&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she and I make out&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she goes down on me again&lt;br /&gt;DHH: cuz now she and I are gonna fuck&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I know&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it's gonna be very intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; yummy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I roll the condom on&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she straddles me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: rides me a little&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but I keep falling out&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it's just a bad position&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she invites me to be on top&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so we roll over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; was she a big girl&lt;br /&gt;DHH: curvy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: not big&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but curvy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; because u are well endowed&lt;br /&gt;DHH: maybe a few sizes smaller than you&lt;br /&gt;DHH: dress size wise&lt;br /&gt;DHH: dunno&lt;br /&gt;DHH: hard to estimate&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she's 5'4&lt;br /&gt;DHH: maybe 135-145?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; you on top&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so I slide it in her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we kiss&lt;br /&gt;DHH: start to thrust&lt;br /&gt;DHH: enter her deeper and deeper&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then it gets intense&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and we just fuck&lt;br /&gt;DHH: passionate&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she opens her eyes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: loks right in mine&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was amazing&lt;br /&gt;DHH: as if she was telling me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: how she felt&lt;br /&gt;DHH: i just felt such a sense&lt;br /&gt;DHH: of her wanting me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: welcomeing me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: accepting me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I had never felt that completely adored and wanted&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so it really touched me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so we go at it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: just passionately bumping our bodies together- at one point she reaches up and puts her hand to my neck, kind of slight erotic asphyxiation thing: wow that was hot. Lovingly play choked. I never knew I liked it, but it was just so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; i am happy u had such a great experience&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I want it to be more emotionally intense&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so I whisper to her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we're going to slow down now&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and we have a slow screw&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and slowly&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I build up to coming&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I let it build&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and she can feel it build&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and he's watching and knows it's going to happen&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and she holds me close&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and kisses me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I cum inside of her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and it's fantastic&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then just kiss her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and snuggle in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and she strokes me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was very sweet and loving&lt;br /&gt;DHH: He teases&lt;br /&gt;DHH: "I think we found you a new toy"&lt;br /&gt;DHH: we all have a chuckle&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she blushes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: at how much she loved it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I loved it&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I go to the bathroom to clean up&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he turns her on her side&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and fucks her from behind&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I come back to bed&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and kiss and caress her while she's getting fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; i really want to be with 2 guys&lt;br /&gt;DHH: which turns him on&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and he comes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and then we lay there talking and caressing&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she was super wiped out at this point&lt;br /&gt;DHH: kind of face down&lt;br /&gt;DHH: sleepy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I wanted&lt;br /&gt;DHH: to take her from behind&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but opted to let her rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; cool&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was midnight or so&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she brought us our clothes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I gave her a hug from behind when she and I were alone for a moment&lt;br /&gt;DHH: again&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I could just feel this connection with her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: don't get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I'm not falling in love or anything&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but there was this emotional connectedness that went with the physical that was really wonderful&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I hadn't experienced that before in play sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; that as nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: They e-mailed this morning&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and want to get together again&lt;br /&gt;DHH: as do I&lt;br /&gt;DHH: dunno when I'll have time&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I got the impression&lt;br /&gt;DHH: from some comments&lt;br /&gt;DHH: that he lets her play on her own&lt;br /&gt;DHH: while he's away on trips for business&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I have a feeling they're thinking of me for that role&lt;br /&gt;DHH: which could be nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I'd like to come clean about being married&lt;br /&gt;DHH: cuz I think we'd have a great ongoing relationship&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I don't think they'd care too much&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but I plan to feel them out on the issue&lt;br /&gt;DHH: did u get off?&lt;br /&gt;DHH: ;)&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I have a meeting date at 4 pm today&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so I have to run&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I have some work I have to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; still am&lt;br /&gt;DHH: before I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; ok have a great day&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I dunno if the date will lead to play&lt;br /&gt;DHH: or just be a meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli:&lt;/span&gt; glad u had a great experience&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I think it's 80% chance just meeting&lt;br /&gt;DHH: thanksDHH: I feel great about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110887763743844922?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110887763743844922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110887763743844922' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110887763743844922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110887763743844922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-friday-night.html' title='My Friday night'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110868972828912267</id><published>2005-02-17T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:22:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend</title><content type='html'>Well JJ want to meet me at a bar on Sat afternoon, and Friday night I'm on with Smart couple.  I don't think I'll see VV couple.  If nothing happens with JJ, maybe I'll see if Dragonfli wants to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, friends arrive, and play time ends till the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post when I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110868972828912267?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110868972828912267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110868972828912267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110868972828912267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110868972828912267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110868962251868501</id><published>2005-02-17T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T17:20:22.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To tieme.spankme</title><content type='html'>Thanks so much for taking an interest.  It feels great that someone understands and cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I'm right or justified in any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether my wife doesn't care.  I think, in her own way, she does care.  But she's not very sensitive, meaning she's just not tuned into the needs or cares of other people.  It's not just me, it's everyone.  This trait helps her in some things: She's a brutal negotiator, and great inher career because she's fearless.  She doesn't fear rejection of any kind, because she simply doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's clear that she wants things from the relationship.  She likes it when she gets crepes.  The crepes make her happy.  When I cook for her (Like Water for Chocolate), she loves what I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't dawn on her at all that sometimes, food is my attempt to reach out to her sensually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day this last week: I sent her some very tasteful nude "figure study" pictures of myself I did (camera, photoshop).  I spoofed an e-mail to her from "your lover" and told her to open the enclosure when she was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right away, she knew what they were and who they were probably from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited about 8 hours to open them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yes, in her defence, there were technical issues in her way. But even when I helped her overcome those (she's on the road right now, and was on the road then), she still not only thought but TOLD ME she was going to check her e-mail first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL DAY I had been asking "did you look yet?". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I send her these hot pics, it's clear they're hot, it's clear I want her to see them, it's probably clear I put a lot of time and thought into planning a remote valentine's day present like this, and she just ignores this, and slaps me in my face by explicitly priorotizing e-mail over seeing me naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANd the thing is, she really didn't notice she was doing anything wrong, until I couldn't take it and got mad at her.  At which she was mystified.  She thought I was overly sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent me a card.  It was nice.  It arrive on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask: does she care?  I think she likes me.  I think she likes sharing resources and life and household with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think that's about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to have a happy marriage with her.  I'd love to have a great sex life with her.  I've brought her books, articles, I've ordered the good vibrations catalog, I've made it clear that I'm open to being more sexual.  I've tried to teach her to flirt and be playful.  I've given her very clear ideas of all the little things she could do to make me feel like she's trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are no changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend, I've got some dates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110868962251868501?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110868962251868501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110868962251868501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110868962251868501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110868962251868501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-tiemespankme.html' title='To tieme.spankme'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110859483395280943</id><published>2005-02-16T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T15:00:33.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting interesting</title><content type='html'>Well, Smart couple wants to see me friday night.  So that's gonna happen! Mean while, a new couple, Jack &amp; Jill, or JJ for purposes here, has found me.  Seems she wants to do it, and he wants to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a fine, fine body, and seems a lot of fun. Dunno if that will happen this weekend or not, but we'll see. They want to do a meet and greet first. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a couple new e-mails waiting for me on the "dating" site I use, but I can't get at those just yet.  One seems an invite from a guy, the other probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, dragonfli hinted about Saturday, as did Vcouple. I'm not sure how I feel about either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bummer is I have friends coming from out of town on Sunday, so the party ends for me pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kerri is coming to town the weekend after this one, and we're gonna have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm gonna get my fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be an interesting experiment.  To see how I react to all this sex.  Will I find it satisfying? Will something be missing?  How will I feel facing my wife again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows.  But right now, I'd rather regret doing a thing than not doing a thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110859483395280943?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110859483395280943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110859483395280943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110859483395280943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110859483395280943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/getting-interesting.html' title='Getting interesting'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110842296128312527</id><published>2005-02-14T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T15:17:34.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's adventure</title><content type='html'>From my IM conversation, telling the story. It's been edited to keep it anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: sorry about earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;dragonfli: no prob&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: did he come over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yep&lt;br /&gt;DHH: wanna hear about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: well he asked me to wear just the soccer shorts&lt;br /&gt;DHH: like I did when we first met&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I turned the heat up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DHH: by the time he arrived, I was running around the house in just soccer shorts&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he had said he wanted to do some ass play&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I told him there wasn't anything here to play with&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he stopped at the supermarket on the way over&lt;br /&gt;DHH: So he had brought 3 carrots&lt;br /&gt;DHH: a banana&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and a bottle brush&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I thought the banana was ambitious of him&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I put my lesbian porn in the VCR&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he laid out his toys&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and began to fondle me through my shorts while I stood there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: you can tell he really likes my body&lt;br /&gt;DHH: kind of cupped my balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: who wouldn’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: just felt my package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: you have a great body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: rubbed my ass&lt;br /&gt;DHH: eventually he started to get into my pants&lt;br /&gt;DHH: had me slide of my shorts&lt;br /&gt;DHH: rimmed me a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: (which I'd probably never do to someone else, but I made sure I was super clean cuz I knew he might try that)&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he kept applying pressure to the space between my balls and my hole&lt;br /&gt;DHH: eventually he wet a finger&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and started to tease my ass&lt;br /&gt;DHH: all the while working my dick with his hand&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I had my eyes on the porn&lt;br /&gt;DHH: mostly&lt;br /&gt;DHH: then he had me sit down&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and started to go down on me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and since I haven't cum in a few days&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I started to get close&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I told him so&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he slowed down&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but took some of the Vaseline I had laid out&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and used it to get his finger&lt;br /&gt;DHH: slowly in me&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and once I relaxed a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he greased up one of the carrots&lt;br /&gt;DHH: tip thick as a magic marker&lt;br /&gt;DHH: a little curved&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he had been strategic in his selection&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and slipped it in&lt;br /&gt;DHH: all the while giving me oral&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was pretty intense&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he used my arousal from the oral&lt;br /&gt;DHH: to get me to accept deeper and deeper penetration&lt;br /&gt;DHH: always pushing it in, then drawing it back&lt;br /&gt;DHH: eventually&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I had no idea how deep it was&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but it was very intense&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but not painful&lt;br /&gt;DHH: kept feeling like I had to go to the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;DHH: which made me clench a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: which didn't help&lt;br /&gt;DHH: several times&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I would have cum&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but the discomfort from the anal&lt;br /&gt;DHH: balanced out the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and my brain was trying to sort out which feelings were coming from which parts&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so it was a pretty intense experience&lt;br /&gt;DHH: as I got more wound up&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he thrust deeper&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and I whimpered a bit&lt;br /&gt;DHH: eventually, I gave up and tapped him on the shoulder to back off a bit with the carrot&lt;br /&gt;DHH: At this point&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he decided it was time for me to cum&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so he backed off with the thrusting&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and sucked me off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was a rather intense orgasm&lt;br /&gt;DHH: the ass play and the orgasm left me feeling pretty wiped out&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but he kept going&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he swallowed, of course&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and then continued to play with me for a good 10-15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I think he was hoping I'd spring to life again&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but I'm pretty sure the ass stuff did something to me that kept me from springing to life right away again.&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he kept doing things that felt good&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and then things that were intense and made me squirm&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it was a lot of fun&lt;br /&gt;DHH: to be played with.&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he had to go back to work&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so he washed his hands&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and then took off&lt;br /&gt;DHH: the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: wow&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: what a intense experience for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yeah&lt;br /&gt;DHH: rather interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: I can orgasm multiple while being ass penetrated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: it is always quite intense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yeah&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I knew it would be intense&lt;br /&gt;DHH: cuz the contractions go right through there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: it has something to do with the stimulation of both places at the same time]&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: but if done right its great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DHH: I think he was a little too interested in seeing how much penetration I could take&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but that's ok&lt;br /&gt;DHH: that's part of the experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: interesting&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: and you have fucked his wife before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: with him&lt;br /&gt;DHH: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: cool... double the pleasure for&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yes&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and her&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and him&lt;br /&gt;DHH: actually&lt;br /&gt;DHH: everybody wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: does she know he came over to fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but glass houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: but&lt;br /&gt;DHH: that he's open to 1 on 1 play with guys&lt;br /&gt;DHH: makes me more careful with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: that said&lt;br /&gt;DHH: I'm not gonna catch anything from a carrot up my ass&lt;br /&gt;DHH: :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: lol I would imagine not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and it's mitigated&lt;br /&gt;DHH: in my mind&lt;br /&gt;DHH: by the fact that he has a wife&lt;br /&gt;DHH: that he does care for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and he's had a vasectomy&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so if he ever got anything&lt;br /&gt;DHH: she'd get it too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: so u wont get pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: lol&lt;br /&gt;DHH: rofl&lt;br /&gt;DHH: :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: that was very funny&lt;br /&gt;DHH: :D&lt;br /&gt;dr&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;agonfli: :-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: so anyway, that's my story&lt;br /&gt;DHH: what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: I think that was a intense experience&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: but I was kind of turned on by it ...why?&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: did you enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DHH: I care what you think&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yeah it was enjoyable&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and horizon broadening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: definitely&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: did you like being used like a sex toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yeah&lt;br /&gt;DHH: definitely&lt;br /&gt;DHH: became aware of that&lt;br /&gt;DHH: at moments&lt;br /&gt;DHH: it's really nice&lt;br /&gt;DHH: not to be in charge&lt;br /&gt;DHH: lol&lt;br /&gt;DHH: and to be a lust object&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: yep&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: I love that&lt;br /&gt;dragonfli: especially in a threesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: yeah&lt;br /&gt;DHH: 3 way it's much more objectifying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: we I have one person licking and fingering me the other kissing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DHH: :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;dragonfli: like living sex dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH: he didn't break my hard-on making equipment&lt;br /&gt;DHH: just got stiff thinking of u in a 3 way&lt;br /&gt;DHH: :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110842296128312527?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110842296128312527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110842296128312527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110842296128312527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110842296128312527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/todays-adventure.html' title='Today&apos;s adventure'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110832142039978685</id><published>2005-02-13T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T11:03:40.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very funny</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;a href="http://simplylayla.blogspot.com/2005/02/honey-im-home.html"&gt;Simply Layla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A wife, arriving home from a shopping trip was horrified to find her husband in bed with a lovely young woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just as the wife was about to storm out of the house, her husbandstopped her with these words.....Before you leave, I want you to hear how all this came about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Driving home along the highway, I saw this young woman looking tired and bedraggled, so I brought her home and made her a meal from the roast beef you had forgotten about in the refrigerator. She had only some worn sandals on her feet, so I gave her a pair of good Shoes you had discarded because they had gone out of style. She was cold so I gave her a sweater I bought you for your birthday that you never wore because the color didn't suit you. Her pants were worn out, so I gave her a pair of yours that were perfectly good, but too small for you now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then, when she was about to leave the house, she paused and asked....."Is there anything else your wife doesn't use anymore?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110832142039978685?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110832142039978685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110832142039978685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110832142039978685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110832142039978685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/very-funny.html' title='Very funny'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110824247628636179</id><published>2005-02-12T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:07:56.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks to be right</title><content type='html'>Well, dragonfli did, in fact, flake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how I feel about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I went to a lot of work (well, some) to prepare a rather nice meal and ge the place ready for some fun. Basically, I lost some time I could have better used otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I ate well last night, and today, and will for the next few days, cuz, hey, leftovers. And after jerking off to release the pent up sexual longings fueled by all the excitement of the last few days, I did have to wonder whether I would have felt good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd like to be a Machiavellian creature, I'm a good boy deep down.  I don't like lying.  I want to be honorable and keep my promises. I feel pretty empty when I jerk off.  I don't feel empty when I have sex with my wife. I do, however, feel frustrated and rejected when I don't get sex from my wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed I'mnot so lusty in the mornings.  But by evening, I'm a horn dog. Maybe it's the sexual stimulation coming in from the media.  In this case, "the media" means "all those sexually themed blogs I read." I'm no victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vcouple has bagged on today, but proposed next weekend.  I dunno how I feel about that. I like them more when I'm horny, and less when I'm "lust sober".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel bad about Smart couple. I like them a lot.  I'd like to have a real relationship with them.  But I fear they'll reject me due to my being married.  So the decision: risk the short term, challenging potential fun for a long term, easier, deeper connection? It depends onthe value of each, and the odds.  I think the odds, given their relationship, favor rejecting me if I'm married.  But we'll see.... They haven't asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seems I'll have no play this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do keep fantasizing about the girl coming to town on 25th.  She's a hottie.  It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the news for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110824247628636179?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110824247628636179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110824247628636179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110824247628636179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110824247628636179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/sucks-to-be-right.html' title='Sucks to be right'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110809810661327236</id><published>2005-02-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T13:29:48.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>Had a date with Smart Couple tonight. We've been back and forth online for some time now, trying to find a time that'd work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a "let's meet in a public place and decide if we like each other." date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We liked each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was cute: floral skirt, black boots, black top. Curvy and fine. Cute. She had her reddish curls up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had just shaved his beard and changed his hair, and it looked good. He's a smart guy. Probably always got attention by being smart. But we share a love of the water and camping and other things. She likes cross country skiing. We could hang out as friends and it'd be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, they don't know I'm married. I haven't said that I am, haven't said that I'm not. I'm not sure how they'll feel. I admit, my strategy is to get folks so interested in the flesh, they don't care about the circumstances. Dunno how we'll make that work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, passed the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Dragonfli is flaking on me for tomorrow. She disappeared today, and didn't answer her cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No biggie. But now I'm thinking of contating Vcouple for a saturday play date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110809810661327236?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110809810661327236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110809810661327236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110809810661327236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110809810661327236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-date.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110791075461505428</id><published>2005-02-08T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:08:43.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many women, so little time</title><content type='html'>Well I'm in hot demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonfly and her gal pal were supposed to come meet me at the hotel last Thursday night for a night of 3 way madness. I was thrilled. I got wine, grapes, some cheese, some all girl porn for the VCR. It was gonna be great. I left her my room number on her cell phone. 8:30 came and went. Then it became 9 and 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, my heart was racing at 8:30. You try staying calm when a woman you've known forever but only fooled around with once is bringing her bi girlfriend over to fuck you. It's exciting, but it makes you nervous. The pressure is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they both flaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, DragonFly tells me about this work fiasco blah blah blah. She chickened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, Wife came over and we had hot sex. On Sunday, I emailed Artist X the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The other news is that My wife leaves tomorrow night for two weeks. I'll honestly miss her. I've figured out that her instructions from our counselor are "If you husband initiates sex, you must say yes". She's gotten more receptive, open and responsive. We had some great sex Friday night. I stroked her clit while I fucked her from the side/ behind her. When she got closer, she let me slip out and rub against her clit, then as she came she slipped me back inside her and had (from my perspective) a rather intense orgasm. Then we had sex from a sort of spooned position. It was quite hot, and my hands were all over her as we ground into each other. It was great for me. Her period just stopped, and she has very regular cycles, so we can safely have sex "au natural", which is a lot better for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, after showering, she was looking great to me, so before she could get her underwear on I tossed her on the bed and went down on her. At first she resisted, "need to get dressed" but she gave me a chance, largely (from my perspective) because our counselor must have told her to curb her knee-jerk "no" reaction and just see whether my advances get her in the mood. Five minutes of licking later, she's arching her back, bucking her hips, moaning deeply and cumming. I win. I would've liked to get some for myself, but I had to go, and I figured she would do well to be trained that giving in gets her pleasure and sometimes costs her nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I'd have figured she'd have decided "gee, he gave me a great orgasm this morning, I owe him one" and would have taken steps to reciprocate. Not that I'm keeping score, but I am. But only insofar as it's a barometer of balance. Nothing so far. Which is too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set up a romantic dinner last night, watched nice movie, snuggled. No sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was awake early (7 am) snuggled her, touched her, removed her underwear. She slept in till almost 11. I ate some cereal at 9 since I was starving. She rolls out of bed, and wonders whether I'm still gonna make her apple cinnamon pancakes. We've had a peaceful day, but when I mention sexy things, her response tonight was something along the lines of "but you just had sex". Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had a good day or two, but she's still not getting the quantity/ quality thing. I need an overdose if she expects me to be fine for a few days. Or I need a daily allowance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So the new news: I'm in hot demand. Got an e-mail this morning from a chic from Adult Friend Finder. Seems she's coming to my town and found me. The weekend of Feb 24, 25, etc. Cool. She's short, blonde, a little older than I am, curvy, cute, feisty and ready to go. I e-mailed her back, added her to my IM, she IM'd me, we chatted, exchanged pics, got on cams, exchanged phone numbers, talked on phone. I'm in. She knows I'm married and is cool with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Meanwhile, Dragonfli and her gal pal want to come by my place on Friday. I've promised dinner and unrestricted access to my body. They both seem down with it for real this time. And CCouple, wants to do me on Saturday. Seems she thinks I'm hotter than hell, and he still loves my body, so I may be playing then, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All of which I do feel a little bad about. Wife seems to be making progress. She's been a sweetie. She's totally cleaned the house up. She's trying to get the sex thing, she really is. But I'm a bastard. And I'm still not getting my needs fully met, and if she'd responded to the needs earlier, we wouldn't be here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I don't believe in God or afterlife or any of that, so as long as no one finds out, no harm done to me or anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not claiming to be good. I don't think I'm evil. I'm amoral, and horny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110791075461505428?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110791075461505428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110791075461505428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110791075461505428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110791075461505428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-many-women-so-little-time.html' title='So many women, so little time'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110669341898527076</id><published>2005-01-25T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T14:50:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "talk": Reader's Digest version</title><content type='html'>She finally cracked and wanted to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her solution: She was gonna move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the recurring problem: Things get tough, she wants to just leave. She can't see through a tough time to the other side. It's pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I questioned why it was she thought this was a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't take being around me. She was sad. She couldn't see things getting better. Felt like things had been bad forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we expect the relationship to improve without being in the same place? How will this solve anything? This tiff has only been going on for a few days? You just finished your degree program, and expect the relationship to bounce back instantly now that you have time and attention again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: If you don't learn to get through tough times, then you'll never have a good relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made up. And got to have shockingly hot make up sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110669341898527076?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110669341898527076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110669341898527076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110669341898527076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110669341898527076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/talk-readers-digest-version.html' title='The &quot;talk&quot;: Reader&apos;s Digest version'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110661064044541887</id><published>2005-01-24T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T15:50:40.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I get involved with psychos?</title><content type='html'>Artist X's online best girl buddy posted a semi-scathing piece aimed right at me. The problem? It wasn't very anonymized, and I link straight to their site from my other blog, which is read by people like my family. So basically, Artist X's girl buddy did something that could very easily have outed my private relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist X pointed out her post, which I told Artist X was not cool. Artist X logged in and sanitized it. At least Artist X gets it. Though I wish she would have seen what a problem that post was before I saw it. As I told Artist X, I'm gonna tread a little more cautiously. Artist X offered to cut her friend out of the loop, which I said was unnecessary. Her friend was here long before me. I just urged Artist X to be prudent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife has racheted up the cold shoulder. She drove off. Brother in law says she's at the library. Who knows. Probably researching divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have counselor meeting tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this job in MN happens. Last few days I've thought, I'll get it, and leave my life here and start over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contacted VV about a 3 way in Feb. They were eager.  I go back and forth on that.  It's convenient.  It's sex. But I really don't like her as aperson.  She's dumb and loud.  He's cool, though. It could be pretty frontier expanding...  We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110661064044541887?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110661064044541887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110661064044541887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110661064044541887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110661064044541887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-do-i-get-involved-with-psychos.html' title='Why do I get involved with psychos?'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110651760606759838</id><published>2005-01-23T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T14:04:19.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities</title><content type='html'>Got an e-mail today from a guy I'd corresponded with in the past. He wants to set up a surprise 3 way for his girl. She's some hot asian chic. I've never been with an asian woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to meet in person to see if I'm acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told him that I'm "dating". I lie, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants it to be a hotel thing. Wants me to come in and be the surprise, after she's blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were her, I'd think it was pretty hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we'll see what happens. It could be fun and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a transcript of the correspondence so far. Names and locations changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey DHH,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been awhile, but we are still here and sincere. Up for Jamba Juice meeting this week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey Marc-Didn't get your message till today. It's been a crazy week.I could meet Thurs or Fri.... I'll leave town for the holidays on 12/21.DHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Marc&lt;br /&gt;To: DHH&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: I fit the bill so far...&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2004 10:01:33 -0800 (PST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey DHH,&lt;br /&gt;We are still looking. Would you be up for a meeting after 3 p.m. tomorrow? Jamba Juice of course ;-) Lemmeknow.&lt;br /&gt;Marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi Marc-&lt;br /&gt;I'm more of a Jamba juice guy than a coffee guy, but I'd be open to meeting.Thursday is really my only open day right now. As I'm sure you understand, I'm pretty keen on keeping my anonymity and discretion. We both live in the same community...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me know this isnt the first time. I feel better about it. You explained it well.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as next week goes, Tuesday afternoon (3pm-on) is looking ideal. I can be flexible on other times/ dates. But I do have some meetings to work around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Marc&lt;br /&gt;To: DHH&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: I fit the bill so far...&lt;br /&gt;Date: Tue, 7 Dec 2004 00:00:46 -0800 (PST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Heya,&lt;br /&gt;I do really appreciate your concern about her, that makes you even a stronger candidate. I have no doubt she will like this. We have had one three-way already and she is very curious sexually. She told me she would like this. I tried to set it up before and if fell through. I told her what I was up too and she said she would have liked it. It's her fantasy to be blindfolded, etc. I think in the back of her mind she sort of expects this in a way, she is just not sure when it will happen. But I do need to find the right guy.&lt;br /&gt;As far as pics, she is shy about that, but I don't think you would be disappointed. Most men would find her very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;I do work in (deleted). Would you be interested in grabbing a cup of coffee this week and I can tell you more. You would get a better sense of me and me of you, and that might help us decide if this would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DHH wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hi there-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the bi thing. I'm not one to go barking up the wrong tree.&lt;br /&gt;It sounds pretty interesting. I'm a little concerned about her shyness, though. Are you sure she's not going to freak out with you letting strangers into your room while she's blindfolded and naked? My 3-way expereince has always been where all parties knew what they were getting into from the outset. I'm a little concerned about the "surprise" part here. I genuinely don't like to be a part of things that make others uncomfortable, so I really need to be convinced that she will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ground rules would be observed, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a face pic. Do you have photos of either of you? She sounds very attractive, so I'm sure that won't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Marc&lt;br /&gt;To: DHH&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: I fit the bill so far...&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 00:14:49 -0800 (PST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hey,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sorry for all the questions! We just need to get the right guy for this. The only hitch is I'm pretty straight, and not bi or bi-curious. But i'm sure you would respect that.&lt;br /&gt;Here the deal, my female partner loves surprises, and she has hinted around a surprise third. My thought would be to get a room and I would play with her a bit. Then there would be a knock on the door, you. She might be blindfolded at that point . You would come in quietly and stick your penis where she could grab it and we could take it from there.&lt;br /&gt;She is a sexy Asian female, cute, 5 foot 2 120 pounds, C-cup, very sexual, although a little shy.&lt;br /&gt;I want this to be a fun, exciting experience for her, not frightening of intimidating, so I need to find someone who will fit, no pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;There would be some ground rules, condoms of course, but also no oral on her vagina or kissing her lips.&lt;br /&gt;So how does it sound? Also, do you have a face pic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DHH wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Thanks for getting back to me. Some answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have you had a threesome before? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, twice, MMF both times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you straight, bi, or bi curious? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not fully bi, but I've had bi experiences and seek them out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3) Can you perform using a condom? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes. I can last forever in a condom. Arousal is not a problem for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What type of work do you do? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Consulting. Marketing strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5) Penis size and is it kept shaved, trimmed or natural? Also, age, height, weight, etc. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Standard 6" model, trimmed, circumsized, age 30, 6'0", 180#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6) Is dp important to you as part of this? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not important. Have done it, liked it, would do it again, but nothing is required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7) What was the last cd you bought? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bought? I'm an avid pirate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;8) How would you like her to dress? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whatever makes her feel most sexy. I'm a legs guy, so skirts and sexy shoes do more for me than low cut things. But I'm really open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9) What would happen if the scene was not working for her? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then we'd stop and talk about it, see if we can fix it and make it work, and if not, we just say, oh well, maybe we can try again some other time. No pressure. I want everyone to be into it, or it's not a turn on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10) Married, single or divorced?&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; Dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;11) Any tattoos? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Would drugs/alchohol enhance this experience for you? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Drugs: no: I'm not into that. Alcohol: not really. I like my sex straight up. No extra chemicals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110651760606759838?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110651760606759838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110651760606759838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110651760606759838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110651760606759838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/opportunities.html' title='Opportunities'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110650706644391060</id><published>2005-01-23T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T11:04:26.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle rages on</title><content type='html'>Well the perhaps mutual stupidity rages on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even bother trying to sleep with her last night.  I just pulled out the futon and crashed.  As I prepped for bed, she was in bed, light on, note pad out, writing away.  I think she was writing herself something about the current situation.  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has brunch with a friend at noon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she asked me why I was down.  Let's see, because you've been a hostile bitch to me all day, despite my efforts to be nice and make things work? Did I write this already? Anyway, I pointed out to her what I wrote last night. That she shouldn't be slapping the little efforts I'm making to get over what is really a very tiny dispute in the face.  She's making a mountain out of a mole hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's now been a week since we had sex of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, right now, I really don't wnat any from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110650706644391060?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110650706644391060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110650706644391060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110650706644391060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110650706644391060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/battle-rages-on.html' title='The battle rages on'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110645497959939750</id><published>2005-01-22T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T20:36:19.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving up</title><content type='html'>It's funny.  My comment in november about how I was tired of tying to make this work and that if things didn't change ina year, I'd probably leave really got her attention.  It really made her freak.  Actually, it was the night she couldn't make me cum that made her freak.  She relaized how pissed off and disengaged I'd become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back to the counselor, and I told her that I was just done making the relationship work, the counselor realized we were in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after making her a nice breakfast this morning, cleaningup the house, helping withthe DVD player, etc, she's still being pissy.  I approached her just to put my arm around her when she came out of the shower, and she pulled away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again, we've got me, trying to make p with her, when she's the one who caused this little row inthe first place, and she's not doing anything to make things work. If she doesn't want this relationship to work, then she can be a bitch to me.  But she really has no reason to wonder why I'm giving up and seeking satisfaction elsewhere.  Plenty of women out there would love to have a husband like me, and would probably give me some kind of physical affection on a more than weekly basis.  I know, I meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know why I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do.  I was brought up with it. Mom instilled it in us.  This weird conflicting message.  SHe'd say that we should date around.  But we were shownthat men who are unwilling to "work on their relationships" weren't good.  So we all learned to be guys who "work on relationships".  It's terrible.  Ya gotta know when to cut bait.&lt;br /&gt;I married her cuz she's the first girl my mom ever approved of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110645497959939750?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110645497959939750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110645497959939750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110645497959939750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110645497959939750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/giving-up.html' title='Giving up'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110642484463112733</id><published>2005-01-22T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:15:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissy</title><content type='html'>I made her crepes for breakfast when she came home. With bananas and chocolate sauce. I got maybe three words out of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from the living room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"How do you get the VCR to work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"is it on? Do you have a tape in? Is the TV on channel 3? Is it playing?"&lt;/span&gt; I check the VCR and TV to look for an obvious reason it shouldn't be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn. In her hand is the DVD player remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"That's the DVD remote."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"DVD, VCR, whatever, I have a DVD in that I want to watch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Well you asked me to fix the VCR. The VCR and DVD player are different things, and it helps me to help you if you direct my attention to the right one. Use the VCR remote to set the VCR channel to auxiliary"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"What? Auxiliary?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Just do it. Use the channel button to keep going through the channels"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Oh, there it is"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"You don't need to be pissy with me when I'm trying to help you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110642484463112733?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110642484463112733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110642484463112733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110642484463112733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110642484463112733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/pissy.html' title='Pissy'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110641807903508614</id><published>2005-01-22T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T12:17:31.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The morning news</title><content type='html'>Per my conversation with Artist X last night I took a bunch of experimental self portrait figure studies this morning. I'm uploading them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an erotic process. Did this while wife was at workout class after I came home from my workout. I slipped my secret porn video in the vcr to get off before she came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't get to sleep last night having been so turned on by Artist X. Wife was still mad at me, so we were under "no touching allowed" conditions in bed, which didn't make it any easier to sleep. So around 2 am I moved out to the futon, after I got the heisman when I rolled over and tried to put my arm around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all pretty stupid, the being pissed off stuff. She got passed over for her dream job, but I've told her not to give up just yet. Maybe she's got her feelings all mixed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll play with the new pics and see if any of them can be transformed to something good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post orgasm moment of clarity was kind of depressing. It left me thinking "who cares about sex, I should just work on my career and acquiring material things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110641807903508614?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110641807903508614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110641807903508614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110641807903508614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110641807903508614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/morning-news.html' title='The morning news'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110637942137948976</id><published>2005-01-21T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:37:01.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The news</title><content type='html'>Just finished a long chat with Artist X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like her.  She scares me a little.  The bipolar thing.  The pot cookies. She's a little wilder/ more risk tolerant than I am.  But that's good.  Danger is fun.  Anyway, she's half a contienet away, so the odds of anything actually happening are rather slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, we both want each other.  We swapped some pics.  She's sending WAY more info my way than I am to her.  Which scares me a wee bit: No stalking please!  But it's the manic thing, I'm sure.  Is some is good, more is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her when I'll be in NYC. Told her she can come see me if she'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think shell be a good resource.  We're both married and exploring....  We could help each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said she's a switch.  Me too. Which is why  think maybe, just maybe, one person can be everything for the other. Or maybe we all need to be poly. Who knows. I told her this blog exists, but didn't tellher where it was.  I want to try to get my voice here first. Maybe I should turn off commenting. That way, I know I'm just writing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife and I got in a stupid fight tonight.  I came inhere and found Artist X online, so happily spent the night in here typing away. Fight was dumb.  And now the pizza sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I won't be meeting the BC couple tomorrow... running out of time. Maybe they're figuring out I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed.  I'm glad I met Artist X. It's nice to have that excitement of a new person.  And she's so sensual. Photo flirting will be fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110637942137948976?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110637942137948976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110637942137948976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110637942137948976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110637942137948976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/news.html' title='The news'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110635041639624718</id><published>2005-01-21T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T15:33:36.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm trying.  Really.</title><content type='html'>So a long standing answer to "Why aren't you interested in sex" has been "I have too much to do around the house.  I can't think about sex while there are chores to do." To which I, and just about every other male on the planet responds "????????".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know why dishes are a distraction from orgasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None the less, I'd think less of myself if I didn't try.  So in addition to the nightly cooking, and required grocery shopping I've been making an effort to tend to the dishes more, both into and out of the dishwasher.And today I washed, dried and folded all the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife is between jobs right now.  This is as stress free as her lifeis gonna get (well, dunno, joblessness can cause soem stress, I suppose).  We'll see if I get any reward for my efforts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have reason to believe she ordered a "toy" for herself from the catalog that I ordered.  I figured if they kept coming tothe house, evntually, she'd look through one.  And eventually start to think about something other than vanilla sex.  So we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately she's been on this weird ter, asking if I thought she'd make a good lesbian.  one one hand she's as femme as they come.  So no.  On the other hand, she's a hottie, so she'd get a lot of action.  On the other hand, she won't go down on me.  I think a vagina takes a stronger stomach to tongue than a cock, but that's just me.  Not that I mind going down.  I really like it.  As long as we're not overgrown, clean andnot bleeding, I guess.  But htose seem to be fair minimum standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second car going out of comission and her finishing her degree program are gonna leave me with substantially less opportunity for extracurricular playtime.  Not that I was doing a ton of it before. But it'll make it harder. I may meet that couple from BC inthe city this weekend. Sat afternoon.  They don't know I'm married.  I hope they don't care. I fear they'll begin to suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty clear to me why I do it.  Thrill, yes.  But it's the fun of being desired.  Knowing that someone just wants me.  That's great, and what I'm missing.  If I knew my wife thought of me as a hot piece of ass, I'd be pretty emotionally content.  It's the emotional need to be wanted that the secret sex life addressses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a stable long term arrangement? Can I go on forever getting sexual fulfilment withothers and domestic fulfillment from her?  Do I need one stop shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no kids yet.  Ii really, relaly have to get some definitive answers before I green light kids.  It's only fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110635041639624718?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110635041639624718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110635041639624718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110635041639624718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110635041639624718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-trying-really.html' title='I&apos;m trying.  Really.'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110633237491864178</id><published>2005-01-21T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:37:05.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scoreboard</title><content type='html'>Not that I keep score. I really don't. But this one is pretty easy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times I've given her oral to completion in our 7 year relationship: Too many to count. But I shall estimate. 52 weeks/ year * 7 years * 1.5 times/ week = more than 500 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times I've received oral to completion from her in our 7 year relationship: 1. It was about 5 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's not that I expect everyone to know what they are doing here. And I certainly believe in do unto others, and not that I'm that furry to begin with (see photo), but I keep myself "manscaped". And I'm not gonna ask for it when I've just come home from a work out, let's say. Fresh, clean and un-fuzzy. 1 time in 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she'll pop my dick in her mouth on occasion while we're messing around, but she never decides to make it the main event. And I'd sure like her to try. I'd like her to take the time to try to learn. I don't expect her to come knowing how to do it well, but I do expect her to be attentive to my responses and start to figure out what works. But it seems finding new ways (or even pretty standard ways) to please me is a pretty low priority for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I saved her a hunk of time by encouraging her to call our mechanic. She thought the car needed its routine maintenance, and I told her it had just had it. Told her to call, ask them to look us up in the computer. She did, we were just in, the car was fine. Ta-da! I just bought her her entire morning back with one phone call. Still naked in bed, I playfully told her that since I had saved her so much time, that I had earned a BJ. I didn't really expect one, but I thought it was playful. And in truth, since she had a big chunk of "discovered time" now on her hands, sharing some of it with me as sex play would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay next to me on the bed, slipped a hand under the covers and grabbed my semi-hard morning wood. Her hand was cold, my body was hot and the contrast was enjoyable. She just sort of grabbed me. Twiddled me a round a little. Gave it a few long, slow tugs, then just let her hand come to rest. She left it there for a minute or so before removing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't get my BJ. Not a shocker. I like to give her opportunities to flirt back. To surprise me, to pounce on me. This morning, she had the time and the invitation, but, as usual, no inclination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did, however, then ask me how she's doing as a wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bit my tongue. Trying to find the most honest and least hurtful way to answer her question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're doing better on the communication front. You're able to pay attention to the process more when you concentrate on it, and that helps a lot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you want more sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not more sex, per se. I just need to feel more sexual energy coming from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she was off to start her day. I got up and sorted the laundry and threw in a few loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of this neighbor we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong, but I think she and I are mutually attracted. She's blonde, maybe a few years older than I. When we first moved in, I was working out outside. She said hi, and asked me to come down and help her with something. I was at the time shirtless and sweaty. I figured, sure, hey, if she's expressing interest, great. If not, who cares. I can't even remember what she asked me to help with. But she got a good look at my body for sure. I fantasize about running into her in the laundry room... That'd be a hot little affair... Same building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the guts to let her know that I'd be game. But I don't know how to do that. The online world is safer. More on that later, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110633237491864178?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110633237491864178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110633237491864178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110633237491864178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110633237491864178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/scoreboard.html' title='Scoreboard'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110625128863675900</id><published>2005-01-20T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:26:07.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet time</title><content type='html'>She has an interview today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped her pick an outfit, made her tea &amp;amp; raisin toast for breakfast while she prepped this morning, and then cream of broccoli soup from scratch for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once she's gone, I'll probably take a quiet moment to surf some porn and get off. I've been feeling sensual since my work out this morning. I think athletics keeps me aware of my physical being. Requires me to focus on my body, how it feels, how it responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the post work-out endorphin kick makes me a little giddy, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"feeling sensual, feeling good... How bout some sex!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that's not on the menu today, and mentioning that I'm interested is pretty pointless. It would get a "you've got to be kidding me" as opposed to a "Sounds great. I shall plan to fuck you when I get home", so I don't bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porn. It's pretty shallow. It works, I suppose. But it's always followed by that depressing moment of clarity, those few brief seconds when my sex drive is having no influence on my brain at all, and I think maybe needing an orgasm is like needing to pee. Once you're done, you're fine. Except I should feel happy, but I don't. Jerking off is a cheap substitute for being wanted and enjoyed. Like power bars. You could live a long time with them, and they'll hold you over, but the real thing gives you something no bar can ever capture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna go have a power bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110625128863675900?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110625128863675900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110625128863675900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110625128863675900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110625128863675900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/quiet-time.html' title='Quiet time'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10281624.post-110624618964718152</id><published>2005-01-20T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T10:36:29.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Usual</title><content type='html'>My wife has perfect breasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I saw them. They fit her. Small aureole, with tip of the pinky finger sized, permanently perky nipples. Just perfect. A small B, large A. She has a super-model frame, so they fit her just fine. Not saggy or floppy. Like the breasts on a marble statue. Proud and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a legs man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being male, my sex drive is hard wired to my eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, when she was frolicking around the place bra-less in a cute little sweater that left those perfect nipples poking "hello" to me, I found myself moved to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cornered her in the kitchen, while in the midst of delighted conversation. Facing her, placed my palms on her tiny tight waist, and just slid my thumbs under the soft sweater. I playfully ran my thumb tips over both nipples simultaneously, slightly raising her sweater in the process so her belly was exposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled her closer, pubic bone to pubic bone, and kissed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still blissfully on the conversation of the day. And I didn't mind. I was being playful. It was the "let me see if I can distract you with some very sexy play" game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I wanted it to go anywhere. I did want to see if I could get her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kissed her. She kissed back, a little, but broke it off to jump back to what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again, hoping she'd get the game, hoping she'd understand that the sexiest move on her part would be to give in a little, or at least fool me into thinking I was getting through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck. She broke it off to keep talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll up the ante. Again a kiss. But when she broke it off to talk again, I pounced on her open mouth with mine. It was admittedly a little crude. The kind of very bad French kiss a horny and inexperienced teenager gives. But I wanted to send the signal a little stronger: "There's something much more fun we could be doing with our mouths than talking right now. Hard to talk with another tongue in your mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She understood the playfulness, laughed, and pulled away. To continue talking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she's being a tease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tongue kiss. A quick break to more talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kiss attempt. A giggle. A break. Back to talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I let her go. I walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, come back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm done"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you should try"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did try, you had your chance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She follows me to my office, plunks down in my lap. Arms around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her little girl voice, a little whiney... "Sweetie..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows she just blew it. Now she hopes being cute will get me to serve her yet one more ball. Like Lucy flirting Charlie Brown into one more field goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm miffed and in no mood. I was feeling playful. I played. And played. And couldn't have been more obvious. And I got no encourgagement. I was tolerated. She says she wants me to just pounce on her. And I did, and she decided finishing her thought was more important, again and again, and now my feelings are hurt, and the years of frustration are there. So she won't get another shot today. At least not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is too bad, cuz she looked really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10281624-110624618964718152?l=desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/feeds/110624618964718152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10281624&amp;postID=110624618964718152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110624618964718152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10281624/posts/default/110624618964718152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatehousehusband.blogspot.com/2005/01/usual.html' title='The Usual'/><author><name>Desperate House Husband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00402543694680328281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v282/DesperateHouseHusband/cbd2-43k.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
