Do not ask me why and wherefore ... I fell to the ground and that's that.
Model sack of potatoes so to speak.
And now I'm at home with his chin balding and skinned knees as a kid asylum.
What a coincidence that I fell today is Thursday and tomorrow is the birthday of George. And
since tomorrow is her birthday I anticipated my evening with Mark on
Thursday (in separate exchange program was at the home of Arsenio and
Camilla) and instead, PIG DOG!, Neither Mark nor I will see our
boyfriends.
In
addition Arsenio and Camilla have organized a huge party at their home
on Friday evening (4 couples, 2 singles and 2 single commodity ... the
latter, extremely rare), which was just fate that I should not
participate. Not
only does it coincide with the birthday of George, but also coincides
with the first day of my convalescence after the tumble.
There I go, but we send Mark, at least it amuses him.
But do not think for one moment of my trip to fuck all those little bitches in heat like nothing had happened. He did not even have to go to the hall of brain power going to entertain them as they see fit.
First
of all just have to cum with Camilla and with no (woe to him if he
dares to come up with someone who is not his girlfriend, lover
certified, or that I do not know). If the other can fuck all as he believes, but not spread much. Camilla
is our girlfriend and then we can do whatever he wants, within the
limits that I decide, but the other sluts who do not think just enjoy
potersele to his liking.
I
told Arsenio to control it and to refer all that he does, and god
forbid that Saturday morning I come to say that Mark has not complied
with the deliveries.
On
the one hand I'm glad that my husband goes to this orgy, but on the
other hand, not deny it, I rode a lot of the not to participate. I
want you to go there and enjoy (but not too much, as I noted above),
however, is the feeling of being excluded that sends me into a rage: I
am a selfish bitch and I'm proud.
Friday night ...
I'm at dinner with George. For his birthday I took him to a nice restaurant that we really like. The
food is good and the atmosphere is serene and welcoming, but PORK
JUDAS!, Never as in this moment my head is somewhere else (... imagine
some where).
I'm here to have dinner with my life partner, while my
husband is home to some of our boyfriends to fuck that bitch (this is the thing that pisses me most of all) do not even know!
We
get to the sweet (ie more or less at the moment, as I confess the next
day, Marco was fucking with such a Maria Cristina Rossa, a single friend
of Arsenio ... which says a lot about what kind of degenerate must ever
be.) and George is half dazed by 2 glasses of wine, and it is in that
moment, when I see it in that state means cheerful and a half dazed, my
brain gives birth un'ideaccia.
Put it this way:
SE from the consequences of what came to my mind I had the certainty that George was not dead or maimed in body, and
IF he had never been able to discover what I had done,
I swear that, except for this two SE, I would have
1) put the sleeping potion in the wine,
2) I would have loaded on a taxy to take it home, and
3) I would then sprint from Marco home of Arsenio to dive into the party.
"You're a whore with no sense!" That's what she said Mark laughed as soon as the next day, I reported the matter to lunch.
He laughed but, knowing me well, know that I was not joking at all.
We
women know to be more determined and strong-willed than any man, and if
we have one thing in mind, believe me, not even climb your bare hands
dolomites represent a problem.
The
idea of "putting a momentary rest" George (and, moreover, the night
of his birthday) I was really committed to keeping the mind for the
duration of the dessert and coffee. Then
I let it go because, in addition to having no substance behind (usually
when I go out to dinner with my partner on the day of his birthday I do
not dote of various sleeping pills or sedatives) and not having the
slightest idea of what might be the right doses to keep him quiet until morning, there was a real risk that did hurt, and it just was not my intention in any way. I'm a big self-centered bitch huge ego, but I've still a heart and a bit of common sense.
But it was a situation that had to be resolved, at least for the future.
There's no way I am "here" when I would rather be "there", so it is absolutely necessary to provide, whatever the cost.
Should I find a lover that Giorgio squeeze it to the core so as to be able to have more freedom to do and undo with my man. I
would have no problem, as my costume, that his lover was my friend,
regularly frequent our house and he stopped to sleep well the night with
him ... but valla to find a girl who, in addition to pleasure both ( that
the lover of my men should first of all like it too I do not think it
is even the case to be discussed), has an open mind to willingly accept a
menage of this type. But on this we shall return.
You
still should convince George with Mark "no going back", and that
therefore it must necessarily do fit the fact that our meetings move
from "an evening a week" at least "one night a week" ... and from there to rise. But
I would not be a tax thing, I wish it were a thing willingly accepted
because, in the end, if I get around great with my man, the relationship
with my partner cohabitant can only reap positive benefit.
Mark
always says that the ideal thing between us would be that of the "three
nights", or an evening all to ourselves (on Wednesday), a "boys night"
(Thursday, dedicated solely to me mate, at private parties or in private
clubs ,
with the largest number of people possible, even 20 or 30 in one night,
but even more so if we find them), and "the evening by our boyfriends"
(Friday, dedicated to Arsenio and Camilla at the parties and at home them). The other would spend the nights each with our respective partners. Would really like to have it both ways, and I will do everything because so be it.
I do not want to settle when it comes to men and relationships. I want EVERYTHING, and not a single crumb less. I
want to Marco Giorgio and I want you all for me, and since Marco it is
fine, I have to work on George, at the cost of putting their backs to
the wall. I
and my men have the casino players, that small dot and let them win at
roulette, but in the end I have to take everything myself.
But let us return now to the party on Friday and the feats of Mark.
Let's say that, despite having followed all the deliveries received, that great horned still managed to piss me off too.
Between
us there is a golden rule, Marco wanted and I accepted with enthusiasm,
around which our world revolves around the release of disobedience to
every principle of social life and customs.
I do, but just only me, I can attend / fuck / spend nights with whoever I want. I can handle me and my lovers toys without him, detailed information reporting on what I combine apart, can just say "well". Mark this rule has been intransigent, to me it is an absolute freedom without which he can never ever tell her.
The
exact opposite is true for him, in fact unconditionally requires that
every lover / girlfriend / girlfriend is absolutely subject to my
scrutiny. And if the answer is "NO", NO remains, without the need / can discuss or even just come back.
In
Roman law similar conditions would have resulted in the so-called "pact
lion", or an agreement by which one party would not have had any kind
and type of benefit, which rendered the contract void. It
should understand why he has decided to establish this covenant between
us ... but to me that's fine, because I like to decide (without having
to explain the reasons) who he can attend and who is not, and who can do
what. My son is one of my absolute private property and the rules of its management rightfully belong only to me.
Mark
is so excited about these rules that the more time passes the more it
tends to inasprirle, more and more to my advantage, exponentially
increasing my power over him (... thing is never a man when he is total
prey to his passions !).
SE
can always ask me to review a former returning to the office, if he can
take her to dinner or not, if you can meet with a girl known on the
Internet, what it can do or not to do when you're there, etc. .. .
And
I grant him more freedom or less depending on how I feel, providing, as
per his wish, specifications deliveries on what will be his behavior
which must scrupulously follow.
Ok, you can review Cristina but not at dinner, just a coffee after dinner,
You can go out with Raffaella and you can kiss her but nothing else.
With Francesca woe betide you if you dare to even meet without me.
Julia scopaci look at it and how much and how you want.
Giorgia take her to dinner but do not you dare touch it even with a finger.
And ... so it goes.
I
also need to be very precise and meticulous in delivery given that
unfortunate because (just as happened Friday at the party which went
alone, and which will shortly tell you) is very skilled in his favor to
interpret the rules to be followed, sometimes contravention of the facts to my policies albeit formally attenendovisi.
The rules for the celebration were:
1) broom also with all those who are, but except with the prettiest;
2) Camilla should have more attention and respect to all the others (as our official girlfriend);
3) must come only with Camilla and with no other.
The delivery 2 and 3 have been complied with, the first do not, and that is where I'm pissed off. The
prettiest of the evening (Camilla apart of course), as referred to me,
it was a professorina of high school, which he enjoyed for quite some
time. Oh
yeah, for the charity, it is true that they have fucked, but everything
else they have done, and what that sent me into a rage, was the fact
that she was red in the evening and as a result could not have been
fucked anyway . To
understand each other, that rascal permanently horned, while taking
literally my delivery (you do not have to fuck the cutest), it has
eluded the meaning because, logically, if a woman is in red is not in
the category of "chicks scopabili,
"for which he would have to refrain from sweeping the prettiest among
the" proficient at the game, "Professor excluded.
And if this is heard properly!
But there's more, and here, I admit, it was my fault.
Starting
from the principle that everything that is not expressly prohibited is
permitted to be considered, it is extremely out of place took liberties
with a single friend / lover of Arsenio (... which says a lot), "Maria
Cristina the red." it happens .. elementary school teacher.
This
slutty bisexual, according to what I was told, not only was reckless
him right now, but he's gone anchesì licking cunts and asses of all the
other chicks present. This bothered me, because I will not tolerate this type of sharing my man with other women realize. Sharing is one thing our for me sacred, and should only take place between us. For this freedom if they have heard so many, and I am sure that you do not ever dare to nestle in similar situations.
And that the screanzata has also asked for his phone number, that my cuckold obviously gave her. In short, it is Maria Cristina begins badly: I can not wait to meet you in person to make me a clear idea of the character.
I
will consider whether to send him again to parties alone, except in the
face of a tight deliveries, and maybe I ask him one so cruel that it
might be worse than not letting it go (in the series, ok go ahead, but
you have to leave at midnight). What
a laugh knowing it with his cock in her pussy totally collapsed a few
puttanaella, intent on stantuffarla as I could until the last shots of
23:59.
Think it can not be so sadistic? Well, I do not know at all. I
want my man aims and purposes so well, that's why I look for the best
females, the most beautiful and hot, just as he never lets me miss
anything in terms of males. But everything has to be done strictly on my terms.
And
that is because between the two of us the freedom is so absolute that
it's nice to put stakes in the right and left, up and down, wherever
possible.
Mark
is truly a fool to do so, but I will I satisfy him completely because
he wants to be his woman to do and undo selezionandogli to fuck the
girls, telling them to meet and which are not. In short, I want queen bee of the games, and I, for my part, I can not imagine a condition more congenial to me.
Pretends to be me one thing: a number of horns that borders on human understanding.
Let's
face it, Mark is not the usual cuckold (a man who agrees that his woman
has a lover, as George just to give an example, or a man trying to love
his woman that even if the brush in front of him, as
Arsenio), for him to be and know horned is a condition before all
mental, a kind of nirvana, ataraxia cosmic without which the woman loses
its strength and meaning. With him talk about love and horns almost loses meaning if these terms are related to their common sense semantics. For
him, the horns are an integral part of his being, is a prosthesis of
his body and his brain without which simply would not be, or it would
still be something very different. We
lived together, would keep a diary of meetings with my lovers, who
would like my men freely frequentassero house, slept the night with me,
and other refinements that would horrify any man, even the least
jealous. Even
Arsenio is on the same wavelength, because he told me more than once
how he came back from the night shift and had found Camilla in bed with
her lover, and then they did breakfast all three together.
Life in the Family is so. Free and peaceful, rewarding and enriching. Sure that I know this, you have to just be cut ... otherwise it is a pure tragedy.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
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