Bursting bubbles....

I am a bubble person, I live in a bubble. No one comes into my bubble and, with great reluctance will I ever step out of it. I have never been a good communicator of my thoughts and feeling to those around me and to those that are close to me. My husband has for many, many years [well since the beginning of our relationship really] told me that I have put up walls around myself and I will not let anyone in. So that is what I mean when I say I live in a bubble.

Something happened in my life a while ago that catapulted me out of my bubble....spectacularly, and life hasn't quite been the same since. Indeed this is not a bad thing, I needed to learn to communicate more and better with the people in my life and I have notice that my blog has/is reflecting this change in me.

As I'm opening up more to those in my life I am doing so here as well. I find that hard, very hard for one that has lived in a bubble for so long.

When I first started this blog, it was only ever written with intention of sharing tales of my sexual adventures inside and outside of my marriage. My random thoughts on infidelity, sex and relationships between men and women. The things that I needed to get out there but were unsuitable for discussion in polite company. Infidelity is a hard secret to keep and very rarely do we have someone we can share it with, all of it. A blog allows for that wonderful, cathartic outlet.

So dear readers, I ask you to bear with me as I step out of my bubble and let all of you into my life and share with you the extraordinary changes and events that have shaped my life this year.I promise I will be back soon with titillating tales of my sexual adventures but first there is some stuff I need to get off my chest!

The Accidental Adulterer

The one thing that truly, deeply irritates me about the bit on the side is his stance to adultery, specifically our affair. The guy is the pin up boy for Mr Morals, which is fine, just because you have sex with someone other than your husband/wife, it doesn't mean you cant be a moral person. But he takes it one step further and refuses to plan an adulterous encounter. He says he likes it to be random and spontaneous but I think that he feels if encounters are planned in anyway then he's consenting to the adultery and that makes him feel very uncomfortable. Which means our relationship revolves a lot around car sex.

Don't get me wrong, I love car sex. But it would be nice to have sex somewhere else more often like a bed, the shower, in a hotel room, hell anywhere but in the car! We have occasionally had sex in other places like my house, his house, my work and his too. But neither of us feel particularly comfortable in any of those four places and when your not feeling comfortable its hard to really enjoy the moment.

I also would love to be able to 'get ready' for our encounters. Make sure that I'm looking at my very best, freshly waxed, shaved, moisturised and wearing gorgeous knickers, that sort of thing. I think it would add another exciting dimension, build on the anticipation. As it is, my wardrobe has evolved to suit our random, spontaneous encounters as I never quite know if I will see him on any given day. So trousers have been thrown out and skirts and dresses now feature heavily (for easy access) Beautiful underwear is wore every day, not just on special occasions and my personal maintenance has increased ten-fold, which is probably not a bad thing really.

Hmmmm maybe I should just book the room, send the invite and see what happens?

I promise I will add the second part of wifely duties this week, I just felt the need to get this particular bug-bear off my chest!