Joining the Mile High Club...

SPLAT!!

We busted out laughing, so if anyone hadn;t figured out already that there were two of us crowded in the airliner's bathroom, that might have gave it away.

NOTHING sexy about having a 'deposit' FALL OUT of my, er you know.

I was asked to elaborate about my refereance to doing it on the plane.

Basically we were fooling around in our seats and I whispered to him to meet me in the bathroom. I went first...he took a while to come, so I peeked out, he was standing there. Since there was two bathrooms, apparently someone else was in the other so he didn't want to knock to figure out which one..

I was wearing a blue short and top set I had bought for the trip so I slipped of the shorts and panties and propped one leg up on the toilet and leaned against the little sink...extremely uncomfortable, and I figured I had drained him so often this weekend that he wouldn't get off. Apparently whispering dirty things in his ear about how much I'd like to watch him fuck Sage (the dancer) put him over the edge. He pulled out and his deposit came with it. SPLAT. like I said. Un-sexy, but hilarious.

He left first and didn't bother to tell me that there was a line waiting. He slunk back to our seats and I followed to the disapproving/jealous/amused looks of those waiting..(there were like 4-5 of them..WTF? everyone's bladder in sync with each other?

Anyway thats the story...not much to tell.

What happens in Vegas....

...Stays in Vegas, tight?" he said

This when I was gushing about how hot Saturday night had been. I said, "Oh no, I definitely want to do that again when we get back home!"

He looked VERY uncomfortable.

I said, "The quickie in the parking garage was SO hot!" (which of course was not what I was referencing, and he relaxed a bit which was the idea...

We are back home now, after a flurry of kink yesterday, well not really kink if you don't count the fingering in the hot-tub, but that's almost a given isn't it?

We fucked like teenagers seemingly all day yesterday and once on the plane..(gotta do the mile high thing!) I was thinking about my post about online infidelity being possibly good for a marriage and thought about my time with Early Bird leading up to this Vegas trip. I could ALMOST make the case that fucking around on your husband makes for a happy marriage,, but I am SURE there is a flaw in that argument somewhere. (Isn't there?)

I will say that although I wasn't re-enacting anything with hubby, things changed a little for the better. I hadn't realized that we had devolved to affection-less sex if that's a phrase. Less to no kissing. Now we are making out like teenagers and it is nice..(The Mustang brought back a lot of teenager memories so that might have helped in a way too.

I am pretty sore and almost sated.