

My just-fucked look. Mr Poindexter took it and told me "here. For your fans. Be sure and label it 'Portrait of a Bad Wife'"π
. Because I was begging him to go see my BF (who was available for a min this afternoon), and my husband said "ok...as long as I see you right after, I'll come to the hotel"
And we got in an argument because I wanted to go, fuck him, then leave him there in the hotel as my fuck doll toy "bye! thanks!", and Mr poindexter demanded to see me on the bed his bad wife just fucked another man onπ
I like to use men as toys, and he likes to fuck his bad wife, and we couldn't see eye to eye. So I told Mr poindexter "but I need to...because I like having sex with him BEST"π
And that was that! Mr poindexter marched me up to our marriage bed and bent me over our bed rail and fucked me "maybe this will cure you. Get it out of your system. Worst wife ever", and I told him "I wish you were my boyfriend fucking me!" to egg him on moreπ
Ok...we're crazy. I know. But it's kinda fun?
(But I am going to try to corral my BF maybe next week? Work has just been so hectic I need it!)