Q&A – Open Marriage / Relationship

Open MarriageOn Friday night my husband asked for an open marriage. He says that before he met me he was in a 6 year relationship (even though previously he denied that it was an actual relationship), and then a week later he met me and then we got married 2 years later.

We have only been married since March.

So his reason for wanting an open marriage is that he never got to play the field, so to speak.

He says that it’s good for me as I can sleep with women again, as prior to us meeting I had only been with women for a number of years, but with these new arrangements I am not allowed to sleep with men. Apparently if there is something I can get from sleeping with men I should be able to get it from him.  So why can’t he get what he wants from a woman from me? Well he said that because it’s not something missing from our relationship it’s just that he never got to do it.

The rules he set down were:
No sleepovers
Always use protection
We stop if anyone doesn’t feel comfortable with it anymore
No being out past 10pm
No partners in our house
No telling people we know 
No men for me
Only sex no emotional attachments
People you see must know you’re in an open marriage

I’m not too sure how I feel about it, I did say yes on Saturday after he kept asking what I thought, and to be honest I do miss being with women but I don’t want to actually sleep with any while I’m with my husband.

He already has some women lined up that he has been chatting to and he might even be hooking up with one next weekend.

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A Gaming Couple – Friendship, Hobbies Together, And Sex

Gaming CoupleOne of the major keys to a successful marriage is having hobbies.  Not just hobbies you do on your own, although that isn’t necessarily bad, but hobbies you and your best friend and lover can do together.  Your spouse is your best friend right?  If (s)he is not, finding a hobby you can do together is a great way to rekindle or start that friendship.  For us, our friendship comes first in our relationship.  Sex, going out to eat, errands, and everything we do together is so much more enjoyable when we both understand that we are not just lovers, dating, or running around doing chores together, but we are best friends who happen to do some cool stuff, and some not so cool tedious stuff.  But at least we have our friendship and playfulness to get us through the long grocery line waits.  And how can sex, exploring each others bodies, anal, or yes even cum shots, not be fun as hell when you know it’s with your best friend? “Okay, we’re bored?  Let’s fuck then?!”

“Dang Ryan, I’ve never seen you cum so much, all over the place.  Oh my God I’m soaked, I love it.”

In a previous life, I would have totally ignored how much cum came out of Ryan’s dick.  Even if he would have ask me afterwards if I saw how much he came, I’d shrug and pretend to be annoyed, wash off, and go about our separate business.  It’s funny, because I’ve said in the past that at some point in the middle of our marriage, we became friends rather than husband and wife. The truth is, we became more of roommates, and weren’t really even friends.

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Random Moments With Us – Sexy Times With Gyros

gyrosThe other day I brought Ryan lunch. Nothing exciting – just a salad for him and a few eggrolls for me. We’re both trying to eat healthier, lighter, and in more reasonable amounts. We each took a few bites of our meals and fed a few more to each other. He asked for one of my eggrolls and I reluctantly gave one to him. He then offered me one of his slices of Texas toast, which I took even though I didn’t want it. I knew something was off for him. He put the lid back on his salad and said, “Let’s go get a gyro.”

“A gyro?” There was a little hole-in-the-wall Mom and Pops shop that sold hot dog, salads, and gyros, among other things. He had one several weeks ago and he raved about it. So we packed up our food and we drove down the street for a gyro.  “You know they’re made with lamb meat, right?” I asked.

“If they are, this shit is good!” he said.

“I haven’t seen any lamb around here in all the years we’ve been here. Actually, I think that hot dog shop signed an affiliation agreement with the local animal shelter,” I told him.

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Random Moments With Us – Fat Joe featuring Chris Brown “Another Round”

sandcastlesThe other day a song came on from my list of songs on my phone: “Another Round” by Fat Joe f. Chris Brown. I hadn’t heard it in a while, so I let it play. I know that Chris Brown is the new R. Kelly (a.k.a. douchebag personified) and I’m not a huge Fat Joe fan either, but if I were to choose between the lesser of two evils, I prefer Chris Brown. I know, I know. But I can’t deny he has a soft, creamy voice which has basically been the soundtrack to my “How I learned how to deepthroat” sessions several years ago. He holds a special place in my playlist.

So anyway, we’re listening to the lyrics to “Another Round” and although I’ve heard it a hundred times, we noticed something a bit odd about young Chris Brown’s solo toward the end of the song:

“Girl you got that bomb thing, no I can’t resist
I’mma light some candles girl, then tie up your wrists
Then i’m licking chocolate right up off your stomach
Baby you ain’t had no freaky shit like this

Ryan: Did he just call her vagina a thingy?
Venice:
No, a bomb thing.
Ryan:
I haven’t called a vagina a thingy since like 3rd grade.
Venice: So what are you saying?
Ryan:
The line just feels wrong like, Girl you got that bomb private part I can’t resist.
Venice: Haha.  Or more like, “Girl you got that bomb pee pee area I can’t resist.”
Ryan:  “Girl you got that bomb yucky cootie place I can’t resist.”
Venice: Let’s light candles and eat chocolate yum yums.
Ryan: What grade was he in when he wrote this?
Venice: “Yeah, girl…do you like me? Circle 1 for yes and 2 for no. <3U4ever”
Ryan:Girl, I wanna take you out to dinner…at Chuck E. Cheese’s and eat pizza til our sides hurt…”
Venice: “…and our arms go numb from playing skeeball a lot.”
Ryan:I’m freaky girl…I’ll buy you chocolates and that Garfield candle with the Chuck E. Cheese’ tickets we win.
Venice:I wanna sit on the benches in the mall and engage is some massive heavy petting.
Ryan:You make my heart all warm like the Similac in my baba.
Venice: Haha!

Yes, we sang those lines as if they were the actual song lyrics.  You try it.

P.S. Yes, they are in the video making sand castles.

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Booty Lovers – Why We Love Big Butts

I think we credit Sir Mix-A-Lot and his bootay-celebrating ditty “Baby Got Back” for our culture’s love for big, juicy rears. And rightfully so. Since then, it catapulted an array of songs us ladies can proudly gyrate to (thank you to “Rump Shaker,” “My Humps,” and “Bootylicious.”) Very soon after we stopped becoming a “Does this make my butt look big” culture and started shamelessly twerking and slapping everyone’s ass left and right. It also created terms such as “badonkadonk” and “junk in the trunk.” We’ve all said them because they’ve become respectable terms in our vernacular, allowing women to be described as such as they wear it like a badge of honor.Even Queen front man agreed that “Fat bottomed girls make the rocking world go round.” If a gay man can appreciate a voluptuous bootay, how can we NOT love it?venus-and-an-organist-and-a-little-dogBut let’s go back even fuuuurther. Take the mid-16th century painting “Venus and an Organist and a Little Dog.” Notice her wide hips, big arms, folding flaps of skin, stomach pouch: all these things that define a woman were more normal and acceptable than they are now. Why you ask? I think it’s easy to forget what a woman’s body represents, so here are a few reminders:

1) Womanhood – When we become women, our bodies are marked with hair, curves, and meatier parts. Over the years we’ve been bombarded by the media to shave, shave, shave. We get lured in with “10 Tricks to a Flatter Tummy” and “Get rid of those love handles in 14 days.” Being a woman doesn’t mean reverting back to our awkward middle school bodies.

As I say the above, my vagina is cleanly shaved and my tummy is a bit sore from doing sit-ups this morning when I woke up.

2) Being healthy – Ever heard someone say, “I like a woman with meat on her bones.” Why? Because it shows she’s healthy. She doesn’t deprive herself of nutrients, pleasures of the palate, and the simple joys in life, such as Baklava and homespun milkshakes.

Give me a moment, I am going to refill my glass of Diet Coke real fast.

Okay, I’m back.

3) Female virility – To me, this is equivalent to having a healthy sperm count; the ability to have children.

4) Padding – As silly as this sounds, women have that extra padding around their mid-sections to ensure the child in her body is protected. That last five pounds that you have to lose is most likely located in your belly. It’s an evolutionary defense that helps keep possible future embryo’s warm and protected.

5) “Baby-making hips” – The widening of hips are indicative of a woman’s body adjusting for housing a baby.

This reminds me of a scene from “Kingpin” when the Amish character, Ishmael, mocked and laughed at a slender woman for not having child bearing hips.

But what do these things have to do with a big butt? When you’re a child, you have a child’s body. As your face and body fill out, so does your butt. A full, round butt connotes adulthood, and thus, the ability for humans to procreate, a.k.a. advance the human race. Essentially, that’s what is ingrained in men: the need to pass their DNA to the healthiest female so that she may bear healthy children. As a bisexual woman, passing my DNA isn’t the reason I am attracted to a nice ass, but I do desire a real woman. And for me, nice curves connotes the idea of a real woman.

When I look at a woman, I size her up and down. I see how she does her hair, her make up, her clothes, and how she presents herself overall. I definitely look at her ass. When I first meet them and I start to get comfortable with them, I playfully squeeze their butt cheeks. Later, each squeeze gets harder and more flirtatious. Eventually, when we’re in the bedroom, I grab her ass aggressively, digging my nails beneath the folds where her cheeks meets the back of her thigh. I even love slapping her cheeks, which lets her know that I love and appreciate a woman’s body in all its smooth and jiggly places.

I’ve been with a woman who had a very small and slender body. It’s fun regardless, but not my preference. I wouldn’t judge her though, because she can’t help her genetics. However, I would stand in front of her, feeling her ass while we kiss, and I just want more to grab. It’s almost like when you are moving furniture and you’re holding onto something that has no place for your hands to grip. So instead of being able to grab and easily carry the item, you simply squeeze your hands together and lift, hoping it doesn’t fall. With the more curvy women I’ve been with, it’s like moving furniture and having the perfect place to put your hands. It makes moving so much easier.

I love hips, waist, something I can grab onto as I’m using my strap-on to fuck her. I don’t want to feel her hip bones or grab her ass and I have to pretend I am pitching a baby’s cheeks. I want two handfuls of meat. I want it to vibrate when I slap them. I want her ass cheeks bouncing against me when he slams her body into mine.

A woman with a big butt is one of my weaknesses, and when a girl walks in with an itty, bitty waist and a round thing in my face I get sprung.

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