Divorced and Forced

Holy shit, I'm not the only one living like this.  It's good to know there are others I suppose.  Two nights ago I had some ideas about this trend, and perhaps a way to have a business based on these concepts.  Divorced and living together in the same home.  Well, in my case, I'm not forced to live in the same house with my spouse, but to move out would mean everyone has to lower their standard of living.  It also means that I don't get to be surrounded by my kids and see them everyday.  That would be devastating for me and for them.  Sometimes when I'm away from them for 2 or 3 days I really  miss them and they miss me too.  So no, I'm not gonna have a custody battle when it isn't necessary and this living arrangement isn't for forever.  Thank Gawd!!

Oh, if you're living in this kind of arrangement too, and if you're a hot woman, in southern California, well we should meet.  I want to go over my ideas with you, and maybe have a glass of wine while we explore.  haha!!  I'm working on exploiting all angles now.

I Love You Wifey - Part I

I married a pretty cool chick. Yes indeed. And yes at times I feel the polar opposite of that feeling but occassionally, such as last night, I do take a moment to tell her I love her and tell her how much I appreciate her. As we were having our monthly "partner round-table" discussion about our kids and about our family, I couldn't help but for the moment to feel joy and to feel as though my place in life is nice. It's good. Certainly we could divorce now, as I've talked about before but we don't want to put our kids through that. However, we also don't want to mislead them, or to have them think that we are modeling a "healthy loving marriage/relationship". Because it simply isn't that. So it will be forthcoming to our children soon that mom and dad love each other, and love them, but that we're not "in love" with each other.

At some point we'll get a divorce, but it isn't necessary for now. We can all live under the same roof and our family stays intact.

We'll be seeking the assistance of a professional in how we word it to them. The wording is very very important and I suppose when we take each child at a time and discuss it with them that it will be a moment they will never ever forget. We want to do our best to make that moment is as positive and reassuring to them as can be. Their emotional well being is the most important priority. More to come on that as it begins to unfold.

So I started to write this post as a term of endearment for wifey and I want to share something nice that she did for me when we still had a sexual connection. It was my birthday two years ago and she took me to this cute little bar on the pier in our cozy beach town. We were sitting drinking a beer for nearly 20 minutes and talking about the surroundings and people in the bar. As we're talking I look across the room and notice a female that stood out for the obvious reason that she was smoking hot, but also because she seemed somewhat familiar. So familiar that I had to get up and go over to see if I knew her. As I approached her and we made eye contact I was blown away with delight and shear surprise. I can still remember this moment as if it were in slow motion. You see wifey invited a special friend (blondie) of ours from college to be with us for the weekend. She flew her in to town from out of state.

Wifey knew that I had a crush on blondie and she spent a few months planning this special surprise for me. Dewey was in fucking blonde, hot ass/tits heaven. But more than that I had two gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, smart women as my companions for the weekend. Can you imagine what I was thinking when guys at the bars were trying to hit on both of them? 'Sorry dude, they're both with me, and both are going home with me. Better luck next time Joe Blow.' Yes, it was Wifey-Dewey-Blondie. Now that was a sandwich I could eat all day and night. Believe me when I say that I could never get full on that meal.

We dance-party all night the first night and head back to the hotel. The girls get giggly and a bit nervous. This was blondies first time with a couple. The lights are low, the music is soft, and the girls get comfortable on the bed in their bra and panties. They start to kiss each other and I'm laying right beside them.

Fuck!! Just a fucking gorgeous site. Trust me when I say this site blows the socks off any sunset, landscape, wonders-of-the-world type phenomena. Fuck you Grand Canyon, I have two hot bitches in bed with me.

I start to undo their bra's while they are kissing and when their tits are touching I'm so giddy with hard-on delight. This is pretzel zone here where bodies are intertwined, wet pussies everywhere, mouths all over the place, and one stiff cock at attention. I remember everything so vividly, because frankly what dumbass wouldn't when this is happening. At one moment wifey is laying down on her back and I'm thrusting my appreciative cock inside her when I'm overcome with a warm sensation underneath me. What?? Huh? I look down and blondie is underneath me. She has taken my balls into her mouth and is using her fingers around my ass. Yes, her wet fingers are circling that area while my balls are in her mouth and my cock is in wifey's pussy. A special moment, brought to you by the phrase "fuck me".

This kind of action continued for another hour or so, and wifey collapsed into sleep from shear exhaustion yet blondie wasn't done nor was my love missile. I had more targets to fire on and more firepower left in me. We fucked until we collapsed, or until the sun came up. I'm not quite sure about that. I am quite sure though that I couldn't have gotten enough of her because when morning arrived, and wifey left us for an hour to run an errand (wink wink), I did indeed commence into more fun. Too much fun. More than any man should have.

Dewey came, and came again and returned the favor over and over again. The first orgasm that I gave her was with both of my hands. One hand using my fingers to fill her insides with and the other hand meticulously cirling and massaging her clit. As she started to get close to climaxing I lightly started to slap her her clit and she loved it. Her orgasm building and both my hands working her furiously with our tongues connected I started to vigorously slap her clit like a bad bug bite and she ate it up. Her orgasm so intense that she started shaking, and crying. It was the happy cry. It was the, 'I haven't ever orgasmed like that before' cry. She was happy and so was I.

We packed up our stuff, went out to eat together and drove to the City of Angels for what would be an even a more climactic and fun filled addition to the weekend. Stay tuned for part two of this weekend story. Trust me, you don't want to miss it. How can you not love a woman that plans all this shit out for you?

Where Are Your Boundaries?

I've been busy with life and with my pursuits lately. It hasn't left a lot of time to sit back and write about these adventures but adventures they are, as well as learning lessons. Here's one case in point:

I don't know how to appropriately title this weekend. It perhaps shall remain nameless. How do you describe this incident, this accident, this evening of tragedies? Let me give you some background. I prospected a woman on AM in the beginning part of the week. I liked how coarse her profile was. Her caption was simple, "I need to be taken". I approached her as I do many of my potential prey, with some humor and some wit. I got nothing in return. I tried again 5 days later. I took a completely different approach, and this time, my approach was short and sweet, "You need to be taken, and I am here to take it." Wouldn't you know, I get a response. She likes my attitude. From there, I dove into some explicit sexual talk, raunchy, raw, uninhibited fantasy. This was exactly what she was looking for. We hit it off. Let's call her momma bear. I'd like to call her a major disappointment, but I'll go with the other for now. Momma bear invites me to her place at night, which was an hour and 15 minutes away. So whole day was a fun filled day of messaging sexual foreplay. She asks me to call her names. I called her some of the filthiest things I could think of. Almost insulting, degrading, awful stuff that apparently turned her on. This was a new experience for Dewey. Again, breaking out of the proverbial sexual eggshell. We plan our night, I have some mediocre expectations, but some expectations none the less.

I leave my house for her house, and as I get closer to her location, the texting becomes less interesting, and much cleaner. We talk about what she's gonna wear when she meets me. I'm fully expecting the days worth of dirty talk to go nowhere else other than right to dirt. Well, I should have known that it was all fucking talk. It was good talk. It was talk promising me the fuck of a lifetime, promising me that it would be unforgettable.

Here's where things really went wrong. I get to her place and everything seems ok, her apartment is nice, her kids are evidently asleep. We decide to engage in some huffery puffery and then we start to talk. And as we're talking I realize the situation. Here it goes: she has two kids, the oldest is 4. The kid could, at any moment, could come walking out of his room, and into the living room, where we were contemplating dirty sexual acts. I ask her if that bothers her. Doesn't that seem odd lady? I guess the huffing and puffing started to create some paranoia with this lady and she starts to become less attracted to me. She says to me, I can't figure out whether I like you or not. We were doing fine up until 10 minutes ago, and now I don't know if I like you. Well, I for one, will not engage in sex, knowing that a 4 year old, could come walking right in. Right? I am right? This whole thing was becoming ridiculous. I'm sure that you as the reader may be asking, "well why not go into her bedroom and lock the door"? really? I asked the same thing right off the bat. She's a cheating spouse, and evidently the bedroom is the line she won't cross, she won't take a man in there because it violates the sanctity of that room. Huh? What the fuck? Oh and in addition, the door is broken in that room and you can't close it all the way to lock it anyways.

I wanted to run. I wanted to get the hell out of there. This was all too strange. In all of the fantasy chat and messaging, I never heard the idea that junior could come strolling out looking for a bottle at midnight while mom is upside down with her pussy in my face. Somehow that detail got left out, and the more I discussed it, the more she felt insecure about it all. I know, crazy huh? I left after staying for longer than I should have. Note to self, if things sound too good to be true, then they probably are, and any mom/parent that doesn't have the class to lock out her kids should be walked out on in no less than 5 minutes. Why waste the rest of your night?

And So It Begins

I've been tempting myself to start writing about my passions and frustrations for the past year. Leave it to a few bottles of Stella to get the courage to get started. Hi, I'm Dewey and I like the F word. I like to say it, I like to do it, and I had to have it in my title. As you get to know me you'll find out why I came up with the blog title. It has a variety of meanings. I don't want to just jump right in and explain them because that would spoil it all, and I don't feel like writing any spoiler disclaimers. But really, the sound, the phonetics of the F word, are so pleasing to my ear. I often create new words from the F word. I invite your submissions. My favorite is fucktacular. Why shouldn't something that's fucking spectacular just be called fucktacular?

I'm in my mid 30's but physically feel the best I have ever felt in my whole life. I've been married for 15 years and my marriage is easily the biggest challenge I've ever faced. They say that 1/2 of marriages end in divorce and I say that the other 1/2 are plotting and scheming for one. In other words, I think marriage should not be the "journey" or even the "destination". If it's the journey, then I want off, I want a ticket to go back home. If it's the destination then why does it always look so much more glamorous on television?

I'm not here to bitch about my partner. No, that would be too easy. And in all fairness, she doesn't have her side to tell, right along with my version, on this blog, so I'm going to do what I feel comfortable with - leave the drama out of this. Besides, all you married folks out there know what I'm talking about already. And if you don't, or if you've only been married for a short while, just wait, or just have a few kids and you'll understand where I'm coming from. You may not agree but that's alright.

More introductions - I have kids from my marriage and they alone are the single reason I stay married. However, Dewey and wifey have come up with our own arrangements to navigate this awkward time in our relationship. These arrangements are with the understanding that we want what's best for our children, and that means putting aside our own needs for there's. I firmly believe that kids will do better with two loving parents in the home, and besides, neither wifey or Dewey want to be separated from our kids. So I live, as a married man (filing jointly on taxes/which saves money), yet separated in every way with wifey, yet living together. Make sense? Great. I'm glad you could follow me.

More to come on that arrangement . . . .