So communication is needed for any good relationship. We do have good communication, but sometimes she doesn’t exactly know how to couch her language. We were driving to eat lunch, and she was complaining about how routine and boring her life is. The problem is she is a stay-at-home mom. That would drive me batty, too. Then she said, “I think I am ripe for an affair. I need to add some excitement into my life.” Luckily for me, I am used to her uncensored speech. She thought for a minute or so. The problem is, she continued, is that I am only attracted to men like you, and she described her preferences.
Of course, as I have written previously, I couldn’t get away with this type of talk. As it turns out, I do reap the immediate benefits. I don’t know if it is her guilt or just her transferring her attention from her external focii to me, but I’ll take it anyway I can. We made to Chipotle where she ordered a couple of Margaritas, and that almost always translates into great sloppy sex. As it turned out, that’s exactly what happened as she broke routine and delivered some perfect oral.
I felt compelled to write about it, but I have things to do, so I’ll end this here.