It’s been a week since my last post. I’ve been really busy with work and other things. First of all, I want to remind you that I often freeze the locks simply because I see there’s little time left on them, yet I haven’t described my orgasms or added that time to the lock. Many people think this happens because they’re doing something wrong—but that’s not the case!
Despite a busy week, I had plenty of orgasms! It all started on Monday, when I had a date with my lover again. That morning, I didn't even let my hubby lick me; I just used him for piss a couple of times. Later in the day, he shaved me, and we went to the beach for a swim. I was ovulating and wanted literally every man on the beach! So, I wrote my lover to say I’d come straight to his place afterwards. I took off my swimsuit and put on just a dress. I sent my hubby home to make dinner and went to my lover. We had passionate sex because I was incredibly aroused! We fucked like animals in various positions, without a condom. His big cock slid through my juices, and I came four times during the forty minutes we were at it! He cum on my back while we were in doggy style. Afterward, he just wiped it off with a tissue, and I didn't bother showering.
Afterward, we were lying in bed talking, and we got into another argument... I’m convinced time and again that while alpha males are amazing in bed, living with them is impossible! In the end, we didn't have sex a second time, and I went home. Dinner was already waiting for me there! Still, I was angry at my lover. I ordered my husband to lick me clean but not to bring me to orgasm. He mentioned that my pussy tasted like semen; at first, I tensed up, but then I thought, "Oh, whatever!" "Then you'd better clean it out thoroughly!" I shouted.
The rest of the week was pretty much the same: morning and evening, I had orgasms from hubbys tongue — twelve of them in total by then. Yet I was still angry, because I was ovulating, and my lover wasn't satisfying that need! My hubby sensed this and was understanding.
I always walk around the house barefoot, and on Thursday I felt that the floors weren't perfectly clean and that my feet were picking up dust! I called my hubby over and ordered him to check with his tongue! He realized his oversight and had to clean them thoroughly while I lay on the sofa, and then wash the floors several times. I hope he pays closer attention to this from now on.
Then, on Saturday, another incident occurred: we ran out of toilet paper. We usually keep three extra rolls in the cabinet, but they weren't there! I was furious; I called my husband over, and he had to act as the toilet paper himself—I think that’s only fair! He needs to be more attentive to his duties and carry out all necessary tasks on time!
So! Sixteen orgasms for me in a week, and not a single one for him. This time, I’ve decided to extend the interval between his orgasms to two weeks—or maybe even longer; we’ll see...