FR:On my own, cycling around the lake

[Francisco d'Anconia]

Another update:

Ms. married calls me and tells me that her husband is taking the kids on a trip this weekend. She'll be all alone for the weekend and wants to get together.

As a well known philosopher once said, "Pimpin' ain't easy but it sure is fun."

 

[Oxide]

he also said "Who shot ya?"

 

[MindOverMatter]

First of all, good job, glad to see people in the field. Now let me get my point across.

She's tired of being asked where's she's been until the early hours of the morning and she wants to just tell him that she's met someone that she enjoys being with!

Ms. married calls me and tells me that her husband is taking the kids on a trip this weekend. She'll be all alone for the weekend and wants to get together.

Be very very careful. Do the math here. Her husband obviously suspects something, he knows his wife is running around coming back in the mornings. Unless he's Corky, he knows something is up. Him taking the kids on a trip for the weekend could easily be a trap, to catch his wife in the act. All he has to do is conveniantly come back early, say he forgot something, etc. This is exactly how most of the world's cheating b!tches get caught.

Whatever you do, don't screw her at her place.

 

[Francisco d'Anconia]

Originally posted by MindOverMatter
First of all, good job, glad to see people in the field. Now let me get my point across.





Be very very careful. Do the math here. Her husband obviously suspects something, he knows his wife is running around coming back in the mornings. Unless he's Corky, he knows something is up. Him taking the kids on a trip for the weekend could easily be a trap, to catch his wife in the act. All he has to do is conveniantly come back early, say he forgot something, etc. This is exactly how most of the world's cheating b!tches get caught.

Well, I survived the weekend. You made some very good points, none which I hadn't already thought about but still definitely worth mentioning.

Whatever you do, don't screw her at her place.

Too late!
However, I made sure of a few things even before setting foot into the house.

1. Established all of the exits.
2. Designated EMERGENCY EXITS as those closest to the bedroom.
3. Found out whether there were firearms in the house and their location.
4. Determined whether husband was packing (I know, I didn't think about whether he had a gun that she didn't know about).
5. Established that I was not going to sleep over. Why should I give him a stationary target?

And the saga continues...

 

[Jay Fiedler]

Give us more details. What did you do all weekend with her? How many times and where did you fvck her?

And one thing to consider...does it make you feel at all guilty to be doing a woman in her home where her children live?

 

[Francisco d'Anconia]

I'm not going to go into details but we did not just bump uglies all weekend. Remember that there is a difference between a DJ and a Player.

Nothing against players, but more times than not they just play the 'hit and run' game. DJ's tend to infiltrate as a double agent. We gain their trust and they want to spend time with you doing everything and nothing. Player's usually have a fast rotation in their stable while DJs keep their fillies around for a while.

Anyway, about your question about guilt; I don't have anything to feel guilty about. I'm single why should I feel guilty especially since she's the one that's married and she has no signs of feeling guilty?

I think that you're confusing guilt with morality. There's another thread out there about morals that's interesting. But consider this, morals no matter how appropriate, places limitations on people. Sometimes people need to consider just how limited they really want to be.

 

[Oxide]

so i come back home from the weekend spent with kids.. say hello to my wife.. who looks suprisingly happy all of the sudden.. then go upstairs to my bedroom.. lay down and suddenly realize that the sheets smell different.. i sniff em and notice they reek of another MALE!!! in anger i jump up and rush to my gun closet.. i pick up my shot gun and grab my wife by the hair..screaming "who did you screw, you dirty *****!?"
She doesnt wish to reply so i smack her on the chin, demanding the name of the intruder!

She yells "Franciso fvcked my brains out you fat fvcker!" as i pull the trigger of my shotty.

I look at the bottom of the barrel and let all the hell break loose.


..the end?

 

[Francisco d'Anconia]

Oxide, that was you???!!!! D@mn your wife is a good lay!!!