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It’s been two weeks since the laundromat incident and I still feel guilty but yet I can’t shake the need for more sex. My husband seems completely oblivious to my needs. Just the other night I tried to suck his dick. If you will recall earlier on I told you that my husband loves to have his dick sucked. It’s such a big dick when it’s at attention. It throbs and jumps up and down as soon as my lips touch the head. When I go to suck my husband’s dick he will always get into position so to speak. But the other night no such luck. His dick didn’t rise one little centimeter. What is up with that? I don’t know what to do. I have tried talking to him by asking him if he is stressed, or if he is no longer attracted to me. I am too afraid to ask him if he is cheating. I do not want to know the answer. So here I am sitting at the edge of the bed at 11 o’clock at night and I am feeling extremely blue. When I am feeling sad like most people I tend to turn towards comfort food. Waffle House is right up the street and I think I will go up there to get a waffle; maybe the company of others will make me feel better. What to wear? I will put on my size 10 jeans since those are the only pair of pants I own that aren’t too big and this cute orange top eryaman escort that shows some cleavage will be comfortable. It’s so hot outside I should put on some shorts instead of jeans but I don’t own a pair of shorts; so jeans will have to do. I hope the cute cook is there. He is so handsome and his smile always makes me feel better. I’ve never admitted to being married although he has asked me on many occasions. He only works the third shift so I go up there when my husband is hanging out like he is doing tonight. I suppose there is the off-chance that one day my husband and I may go up there together while he is working but I don’t think he would give me away. But one can never be too careful I suppose. I don’t even know why I am thinking along these lines. This man and I have only seen one another a few times and have talked briefly while he fixes my food. We don’t even know each other’s names; nothing has happened so there is nothing to feel guilty about, right? If that is the case why do I feel a little tingle of guilt? Let me get out of here. “Hey you, long time no see.” He’s here. Ok, act calm, don’t give yourself away. He doesn’t know that you were just at home thinking sincan escort about him. He doesn’t know that you dressed in one of your cutest outfits to get his attention. This visit is just like any other. No reason to act differently. Breathe. Smile. Speak. “Hi, how are you?” “I’m good, thanks for asking. Do you want the usual today?” “Yes, that’s fine.” Why is he looking at me like that with that gorgeous smile on his face? Stay calm girlie. Stay calm. My palms are sweaty. I am so nervous. What is there to be nervous about? I am a married woman and we aren’t doing anything. I just came to get a meal at the Waffle House and he just happens to work here. Get it together. “You sure do look cute tonight. You just coming from the club or something?” “As a matter of fact I am. I went out with some friends tonight and you know how it is after you get a couple of drinks in you; you get the munchies.” He has a nice laugh. I don’t think I’ve heard him laugh before. “Your husband doesn’t mind you staying out this late? He doesn’t worry about you?” “This late? It’s only 12:30.” “Well, if you were my wife you wouldn’t need to go out at all.” “So what you are saying is that you don’t allow etlik escort your wife to have friends and go out and socialize? And if she does she has to be back home before the street lights come on?” “You are such a comedian. No that isn’t what I am saying. So you are married?” “I have admitted to no such thing.” “Will you be eating here or taking this to go?” “You know what? I think I am gonna eat here today. I like the idea of you serving me.” Why is that waitress giving me the evil eye? Does she like him too? Are they fucking? They don’t seem to be fucking. I don’t get that vibe from them. I wish she would stop looking at me like that, mean mugging with her face all frowned up. Oh good, another customer; now she can focus her energy on someone else, but now I can’t flirt with the cook. Oooooh this food is so good. Just what I needed, comfort food and some light flirtation. I just need to feel sexy sometimes and since my husband doesn’t fulfill that need, I am finding it in other ways. I know it’s wrong but what else can I do? I have tried talking to my husband, earnestly. I have lost weight at his urging, so I am finer now than I have ever been, but still no change. No change in his sexual desire for me. What’s a girl to do? After eight years I am tired. I want some good dick. I want to feel sexy and appreciated. Now I’m all done with my food but I am not ready to leave. How can I stall? It’s too hot for coffee with it being 98 degrees but what other excuse do I have to stay? “Did you enjoy your food?” “I certainly did, I love the way you cook my food.
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