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I came home to a nest of drunken women Friday night. All married and for some this once a month tradition (two years running) is their only outlet to drink and discuss what drunken, married women discuss...sex.
I put the kids to bed, noticing a new girl (quickly became the best looking of the group - besides my wife of course).
I noticed my wife was getting there, alcoholicly speaking, and had taken a fancy to the new girl. By fancy, I mean, just talking directly to her, kind of ignoring the others. There were several conversations going on, and soon they put a CD from a rock band some of them had just seen in concert.
Now, I was watching a little TV, getting some of the food, and the group was a lot more attentive to me than usual. Most of the time, if I choose to come home early, I'm ignored. This time was different.
The new gal was making conversation and eye contact. Some of the others were engaging me in the coversation everytime I went by, and even leaning and trying to get me to participate. My wife offered for me to get involved in one of the games they were playing (Taboo maybe).
The CD was rolling, and all of a sudden all of them were really laughing and really paying attention to me. I heard "I've got a dollar", and soon it was being waved in my direction.
"Hey Honey!" my wife yelled. "Jessica wants you to shake your bootie for a dollar!"
Now, with only 1/2 beer in me, I respectfully decline stating, "You'll have to do better than that."
I'm a pretty average drunk dancer, but the spirit doesn't usually move me until 3-5 beers/glasses of wine.
This line of banter went on through the night, and in my defense I held up pretty good getting and giving flirty and some what lewd comments about my anatomy.
My son called down, as he couldn't sleep with the noise, so I went up into our room, watched a little CSI while he fell asleep. As I laid there I heard them loudly asking my where abouts.
Soon a soft comment and then great laughter.
I mmediately went down to thuderous laughing and comments about "What I was doing up there." And I fed the fire making reference to possibly stroking...waiting for them...dreaming of things with the new girl and my wife.
It calmed down some before them going out. But I realized. Parties in suburbia have moved from the flirty stages to things that get more involved sexually.
I know it would have been a long shot 99.8% sure even if I had started dancing anything would have started but.
1) My wife was way drunk (see below post)
2) The women there are all very sexual and have been in the town to varying degrees.
3) They all seemed very hungry.
Had I started dancing, had they gotten into it, had I lost some clothing, who knows.
Some times it's just the extremely obvious I miss!
11/13/2005 11:31 am
I think they did. I've always been a little reserved at first, never thinking that I am a object of the group's desires. I've missed a lot of opportunties based on my somewhat reluctence to view myself as that type of stallion...ha ha.|
My point with my wife is she was both drunk enough, and smitten with the new gal (I think she has latent Bi feelings) as she was fun and just ozzed sexuality.
I think if I had danced around, pulled the endtable over (sturdy enough) and started dancing, anything could have happened.
11/15/2005 5:58 am
I've never seen a man pass up a chance to be with 1 or more women at once...lol...so I am proud of you..|
Always The Bitch
11/15/2005 7:41 am
hmm sound like a missed opportunity but i respect you for declining..........|