Jumping Back in to the Pool

This story is based on an encounter I had a while ago. The thing that has stayed with me about this encounter is the terrified pounding of his chest. It added a whole new level to the encounter. When I saw this week’s prompt I knew the story was made for it.

Shane sat looking st his drink. Behind him a glass wall hid the workings of a typical working class pub. In front of him Sunday night traffic ambled past. Everything seemed so calm, so mundane and ordinary as the world went about its Sunday night business but his own head was spinning with questions; “what if she doesn’t come?”, “What if she laughs in my face?”, “What the hell am I doing?”

A woman walked along the footpath in front of him looking intently at him. Shane’s heart almost jumped out of his chest. His earlier worry about her recognising him flew out the window, he know it was her; more disturbingly, she knew it was him. Shane’s heart felt as if it was going to pound out of his chest, it seemed as if he had to force himself to breathe as she walked towards him. By contrast she seemed so calm, as if she did this every day.

He stood to greet her and she smiled as she introduced herself. He felt as if the world was spinning out of control but she seemed so calm. Worse, she seemed interested in him. The next 30 minutes were a blur, all Shane could think about was how amazing she looked and how awkward and stupid he felt. He heard himself telling her about his whole life and saw her smiling and nodding but it was as if it wasn’t him. After a while she seemed to get fidgety, as if she was starting to get bored but he was at a loss. What now? It seemed weird to say “lets go back to my place to fuck” but that is what he wanted to say. How did he do this back in the day?

Then he remembered he had never done this. He had never been that lad. He had met his wife in high school. And now he was here doing this thing. Who the hell meets a married woman in a pub to suss each other out before you go and have sex? Especially when your own wife is home with your daughter two thousand miles away. Except she isn’t your wife anymore. His heart thundered in his chest making it hard to breathe. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a weird feeling. Startled, he looked across the table at a pair of piercing blue eyes looking intently at him. He realised she had asked a question and was now waiting for an answer.

“Sorry?” He hadn’t thought it would be possible to be more nervous but now it felt as if his ribs were barely containing his heart.

There was a slight flicker of an undefined emotion in her eyes but her smile was genuine as she repeated herself, “Soooooo are we going to sit here all night?”

This was it, the moment he had been hoping for, and yet now he realised it was the moment he had been fearing.

“Let’s go back to mine,” he heard a voice say. It seemed to come out of his mouth but he didn’t know how he said it.

She smiled and collected her things. “It is just around the corner, I actually walked here so I can ride with you and show you the way,” his voice continued to surprise him.

Then, somehow they were sitting on the couch of his rented apartment. She was sitting so close to him with her hand on his thigh. The smell of her was intoxicating. When he reached out to touch her he could feel is own hand tremble. It was like he was a teenage virgin touching his girlfriend for the first time. A small smile played around her lips as she ran her hand up his thigh towards his crotch. He felt as if he was going to jump out of his skin as her fingers grazed his cock through his pants.

Without a word she sank onto her knees in front of him. It seemed strange, why was she down there? Then her fingers fumbled with his belt and he realised. Quickly, glad of something to do with his hands he helped her open his pants. Her hands felt warm as she eased his cock out into the light.

It had been so long since another woman had seen this. It had been even longer since he had a woman at his feet about to do this to him. It felt like he was in a dream. Her lips parted and touched his foreskin it felt as if electricity jolted though his groin. A long slow breath escaped his lips as her tongue slid under the soft sensitive skin, teasing the head underneath. He felt the heat of the blood rushing into his groin. He wanted to touch her head but he was terrified that it would break the spell. His cock swelled out of its foreskin spilling her mouth and she pushed her lips down his shaft enveloping him in warm soft wetness.

Every nerve in his body was straining towards his groin. He was completely unaware of anything that was happening around him. His whole consciousness was focussed on the long forgotten feeling of her mouth sliding up and down his cock. His arousal swelled inside him building towards a conclusion that was familiar but somehow different.

His mind was conflicted. He wanted to stay in this warm aroused state. He wanted to watch her head moving up and down his shaft, tilting every now and then to look him in the eye. He wanted to stay enveloped in the warm wetness and gentle pulling of her lips but he knew it would not last. It had been too long. A small sound escaped his lips and panic began to rise in his chest. How could he warn her of the inevitable? He realised he couldn’t stop himself now even if he wanted to. He pulled away from her but she wrapped her arm around his hips to hug him closer.

The feeling of his climax was building deep in his groin, he let himself surrender to the sensation. Did he imagine it or was she encouraging him by sucking harder and deeper. He would never know. Heat exploded through his body and pulsed out of the end of his cock. Some primitive sound exploded from his mouth and filled the room.

Then it was over. Slowly she let his cock slide from her lips. A dribble of his cum sat st the corner of her mouth as she smiled triumphantly up at him. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. In that perfect moment he felt fulfilled in a way that he hadn’t for a very long time.

Then the reality of what had happened hit him. His chest filled with triumph as it had when he had lost his virginity all those years ago. This was the second woman who had ever sucked him and it felt good.

TMI Tuesday – Fantasy

It is TMI Tuesday time again. For more TMI goodness you should really visit the blog here.

1. You have a new career as a Dom or Dominatrix are you in it for money or enjoyment?

Hmmm let me think about that….

Pleasure of course. I love the rush of having power over someone. I love being able to give pleasure with a slight twist of pain.

Despite the turn on of giving pleasure and some pain I don’t think I would be a very good professional Dominatrix. I am not hard ass enough or fully committed to inflicting pain and shame. So it absolutely would be a bad career choice for me.

2. Do you have a favorite spanking scenario? Do tell.

I do like a spank when I am being fucked from behind. There is something so tittilating about a man’s firm hand on my arse while his cock is being buried deep in my cunt.

Although I have never been restrained and had my arse exposed for spanking at the leisure of my keeper it is something I think I would like to experience. Maybe at some time in the future I may have an opportunity at the hands of a certain Silver Fox I met recently

3. Would you rather go topless to work or bottomless to a family dinner?

What a conundrum. I am proud of my breasts. In the right environment I will get them out with very little encouragement. At work? I think it would be a great way to not only get fired but also probably lose my license and be one of those famous cases trotted out to demonstrate to student teachers the importance of proper behaviour.

So I guess I am going to family dinner with no pants. Maybe I can bend the rules and wear a skirt with no panties.

4. Tell us your doctor-patient fantasy?

This is not one that I have ever really thought about. I guess doctors don’t really do it for me.

5. Tie me up and _____ my _____ .

Carrying on from number 2;

Bend me over the end of the bed. My skirt will be short so that my arse will be exposed. Pull down my panties so that you will have unfettered access to my arse for your pleasure. Tie me so that I cannot move. I won’t like being restrained and I may fight it, but I need you to prove to me that you are trustworthy.

I want you to take your pleasure from my exposed arse. What ever that may be. I hope it will involve some speaking but I also hope that it will involve you spreading my legs and splurging my cunt with your fingers, your tongue and finally with your cock.

Bonus: What is the last act of kindness you did for your partner, friend or family member?

Tonight I made my husband a drink, yesterday I made him a special breakfast for him. I found this question really difficult because these things come naturally and are just part of what we do in our family

A Blast From the Past

Several years ago I had a pet. Over the course of a couple of years we had some intense sexual encounters and explored some kinks. The relationship was sexual and definitely not romantic. We met we fucked, sometimes during a rest break we shared food. When he was working away (he was a FIFO ) we texted most days. The connection between us was strong. But then one day he disappeared. He was evasive and when I asked directly he told me it was time to move on. There was no explanation. And I didn’t ask. In my mind I didn’t have the right to ask. We were fuck buddies not dating. Neither owed the other anything.

That is not to say that it didn’t hurt. He left a gap in my life. One that was never filled. Most of the time it wasn’t a problem but sometimes I found myself thinking about our adventures and wishing they hadn’t ended.

Then last Saturday, randomly, I ran into him at the swingers club that Mr Jones and I visit from time to time. It was one of those nights when all sorts of people were popping out of corners and things were a little chaotic. I was chatting to a lady who was sitting nervously in the corner. She was explaining that her new-ish boyfriend had brought her along to check things out. Then there he was. I didn’t know where to look or what to say. We said hi. He kind of explained how he knew us to his new girl and then I ran away. I didn’t know what to say.

It took time to process the encounter. About 24 hours afterward I realised that it hurt my heart seeing him again. I guess I wasn’t as detached as I thought.

Abstinence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

In a recent TMI Tuesday post I spoke about giving up an extra martial relationship as an example of a recent grand romantic gesture. It was something I had done in response to concerns Mr Jones was having about the direction our own relationship was travelling. Just to be clear he was aware of my interactions with this man and I was in no way having an “affair”of any kind.

Over the course of the twenty or so years that Mr Jones and I have been together sex has been a central feature of our interaction with each other in both a positive and sometimes very negative way. To the outside observer we are very physical with each other. We touch fondly in public and we have sex regularly. Much more regularly than a lot of married people I know. Even when we have been struggling with our relationship I don’t think we have ever gone more than a couple of weeks between drinks.

Where things become awkward and problematic is the wanting. I am much more submissive by nature than many people realise. If Mr Jones says ‘let’s do this’ then we do it. Without question, without me really considering what I want to do. This habit stems from a childhood with an over controlling parent whose skill in using guilt to manipulate the people around them was unsurpassed. This has created in me a compulsion to make people around me happy. As a friend once explained it; I have an extremely bad case of ‘disease to please’.

Long story short I want to please my husband, even at my own expense. I will and often do have sex when I don’t want to in a bid to avoid the guilt I feel when I say no to someone. Over s long period of time this eats away at your soul.

Recently I have started to assert myself. Partly because I have realised that I have to if I want to avoid becoming a complete basket case. Additionally I have realised that I need to learn to ask for what I want if my marriage is to survive past raising children. This is sometimes as simple as choosing what is on the television or saying that yes actually I do want you to make dinner tonight because I have marking to do and I don’t have time.

When it comes to sex things are more difficult. My chronic over thinking kicks in and I double guess myself by asking “Am I saying no because of habit or because I actually don’t want to?” Or worse “Am I convincing myself to say yes because I said no yesterday?” Crazy, crazy stuff. Maybe I need more help than I realise.

In a play relationship it is easy. There are no financial ties, there are no children, there are no mutual friends or relatives to explain things to if one or both of use decides things are not working. Consequently the sex is easy. There is no worry about what he will think if I don’t do it right. If I get bored or he leaves then, no biggie just move on.

Unfortunately this means I can hide a little from my feelings and avoid dealing with stuff. Putting aside other relationships forces me to focus on the person who has been standing in front of me for twenty years and deal with my demons. It forces me to really be honest with him about how I feel and what goes through my mind. Oddly I have delivered some of this information without feeling guilty later. I have given a clear description of what goes through my head without any feelings of remorse for the pain it may be causing Mr Jones.

It is liberating and confidence inspiring. I am not really afraid that he will leave me. Although I am sure some people reading this will ask “why the fuck not?” I also know that there needs to be some pain for true growth to happen. At the moment I am kicking goals in my life. I have been given some very good recognition of my talents and achievements at work. My colleagues are giving me great positive feedback and I feel like I am finally putting to rest some demons that have haunted me for many years, I feel like a worthy grown up person.

Mr Jones often says that one of the things that attracted him to me when we met was my confidence. Over the years some significant events occurred that took away that confidence and perhaps this contributed to what I have been writing about in this post. My achievements in my working life have started to correct this and I can feel the effects trickling into other parts of my life. Taking a break from pursuing and dating others is helping me to channel this in the right direction.

Things are looking very positive. I feel like I am more in control than ever. So watch this space.

TMI Tuesday – Relationships are Work

Relationships are work. Not all the time but there is an element of effort involved if you want your relationship to be successful. Recently I had a conversation with my daughter about the misconception that a marriage is all about romance. I hope I didn’t impart too much cynicism into her idealistic teenage brain.

This weeks TMI questions look like fun so here goes my effort.

1. Lingerie–do you like to give it as a gift or received it?

Mr Jones is not a fan of lingerie so as a rule if I want something I have to buy it for myself. I think it would be nice to be in a relationship with a man who buys lingerie for me that he wants to see me in.

In terms of giving lingerie as s gift I absolutely love giving away panties that I have worn to my lover’s. It is fucking sexy to think of them stroking themselves while sniffing my scent or rubbing it on themselves.

2. What’s a good date night movie?

I honestly don’t have an answer to this. I haven’t really followed the practise of having ‘date night’. It seems so contrived. Perhaps my cynicism is misplaced and perhaps it is why Mr Jones and I seem to find it hard to be relaxed in each other’s company from time to time.

Recently we have been watching Outlander together. It has been great sharing a fixation with a show with him. Although I don’t think he has quite the same Jaime fantasies that I do

3. When your partner asks you “what’s wrong?” do you most often say “nothing” when something clearly is wrong? Why?

I try very hard not to do this but I am sure that I have done this. Mr Jones on the other hand is notorious for doing this. It is one of his most frustrating ways of dealing with issues. What usually happens is a period of time when I know there is a problem but he refuses to acknowledge it. This festers along until things come out in a very angst ridden discussion.

4. To keep the fires burning, and the relationship fresh you need to send your significant other just one text. What is that text?

An image of me with another man’s cum in my mouth usually does the trick.

Bonus: What was the last grand romantic gesture you made?

Recently I was involved with a man that I had seen a couple of times. Our fun was fairly vanilla and I am certain that there was nothing about him that tickled any romantic ideas. Certainly in the past I have had friends that have been far more adventurous and appealed to the romantic me much more.

For whatever reason Mr Jones felt very insecure about the time I spent with him. In the past whenever jealousy has reared its ugly head I have persevered and taken care to make sure Mr Jones feels included.

This time I took a different approach. I made the decision to end ties with my new friend and followed through the next day. To some people it may seem like an expected action but to me it represents going against my nature. Kind of like closing off part of my personality. I don’t think Mr Jones understood how significant the action was but he is happy and that is enough for me at the moment.

It’s Been a While

Somewhere back in January I remember thinking I was going to become blogger of the year in 2018. I was going to post regularly people would think I am hilarious and I would become famous all over the internet……

Oh no wait, that was my cat. Of course because the only that people want to look at is memes and pictures of animals.

So here I am on the verge of Easter holidays. Deep in the throes of marking assignments and exams hoping beyond hope that all my students are geniuses and that I can give them all As. (It isn’t until term 4 and I am looking down the barrel of Christmas holidays that I will have truly gotten to know them and be more realistic about the effort they are putting in and the consequent grade.

Life has been relatively boring. My sex life even more so. My world seems populated by men who are more than happy to have sex with me as much as I want as long as there is minimal effort on their part. I. Just. Want. To be. Seduced. Dare I say it; Christian Grey style. Although I would like to think I would be less insipid than Anastasia. I am also more than happy for him not to be quite so brooding or even that wealthy.

On the plus side I am seeing a Colombian. He is enthusiastic I will give him that. And he gives amazing head. I wish his English was better, or my Spanish. Either or. Maybe I should treat myself to a visit.

TMI Tuesday – Roll with It


1. With whom would you like to take a bath?

Honestly I have never come across a bath that comfortably holds two people. So I would prefer to have my bath by myself. Showers however are a different story. My ideal shower partner would be someone like Channing Tatum. 

Like who wouldn’t want someone like that to wash your body before fucking you against the wall of the shower. 

2. You are, on a motorcycle, riding hard down a country road, wind in your hair. Who is the hottie on the bike with you? Are you riding or driving?

Riding definitely. The driver (that doesn’t seem to be the right term) would be Arnold Schwarzenegger of course as a Terminator. Because who wouldn’t like a terminator as your escort. 

3. Baking naked–who is kneading your dough? 😉

I gotta say that naked baking seems hazardous. Anything hot near naked bits makes me nervous. But I would definitely choose the sexiest celebrity chef, Nigella Lawson. 

4. Come sail away, come sail away, come and sail away with me! Who is joining you for a sexy sea adventure?

I do enjoy the occasional sailing adventure with Mr Jones. Even though we have discussed it several times we have never been able to get third, or fourth, person to join us for some nude adult fun on the water. At the moment I am discussing the possibilities with a sexy guy I am seeing but given our track record of organising these events we will see what pans out.

5. “I got your back.” Hands down who do you fully support, stick by no matter what, Who are you willing to help at all costs?
Absolutely would have to be Mr Jones. If you can’t say that you will stick by your husband of 19 years then you have some serious issues. If you don’t stick together when you are raising teenagers then they will take over your life. 

Bonus: Belly button–inny or outty? Are you going to show us? 😀

My belly button is part of the area of my body that I like the least. If you want to see my belly button then who am I to argue with you? You are most welcome to visit my previous post, Sunday Selfie

TMI Tuesday – Sexy Specifics 

1. What do you find sexiest in a woman?

I am a bit of a boob fan. If a woman is dressed in such a way that you catch a nice glimpse of her cleavage or a bit of side boob then I am definitely going to be interested. I a less cliched way I am also often taken in by a woman’s mouth. I love full lips and nice teeth. They don’t have to be perfect and I don’t really go for a gap but something about the way her mouth moves makes me want to kiss her. And kissing a woman is very very sexy. 

2. What do you find least sexy in a man?

An interesting question. When I first glanced through these questions I thought i was going to be waxing lyrical about tall well built, preferably bald, bulls but on closer inspection…. 

So unsexiness is definitely mostly linked to personality. A man who needs to “grow a set”, an Australian euphemism that you can read about here, is a massive turn off. The other thing that sends me packing is poor hygiene, body odour, greasy hair and reeking of cigarettes. 

3. Have you ever been the other woman or man? Would you do it again?

I have to a certain extent been in this position a couple of times. Cruising around swingers websites looking for ‘single’ men is kind of asking for trouble. I do not judge anyone for the way they choose to run their relationship. However I choose not to be in a position where I can’t freely message or otherwise contact the person I am fucking. I also choose not to be in a position whereby play dates get cancelled at the last minute because the wife or girlfriend has changed her plans. So to answer the question I would not knowingly become involved as the ‘other woman’. 

4. Who puts more into a romantic relationship you or your significant other?
This is a bit of a loaded question. In general people, male and female, always perceive their effort to be greater than someone else’s in a given situation. Additionally women tend to have different priorities from men in a relationship which means they perceive they are putting in more effort because they don’t notice what the male is doing. 

Having said all that I do feel I put in more effort in that it seems to be my responsibility to make dates happen and make plans for holidays etc. This has been an issue for us but we are working on it and making some progress. 


5. Do you have a “work wife” or “office husband”?

I don’t have one of these, mainly because I have not worked at my current job/profession long enough to have formed such a relationship. Or perhaps it is because I am just damned hard to get along with. I don’t know. 

Mr Jones however does. Funnily enough his work wife is a woman he employed to help him out with his business after we had dated her as a couple for a while. The sex has definitely gone out of the the relationship but the friendship still remains. What I love the most about Mr Jones’ work wife is that she doesn’t put up with any of his crap. Something he definitely needed. 

Bonus: Are you in a healthy relationship? What makes you think so?

I believe my marriage is healthy for several reasons;

  • It is long term. In 2018 Mr Jones and I will celebrate out 20th wedding anniversary
  • It is successful; we are debt free, we have accumulated wealth as a partnership on our own merit.
  • We disagree but we don’t fight; raised voices between Mr Jones and myself are extremely rare. When they happen it is a strong sign for both of us to sit up and pay close attention to the problem. Our children recognise this and correctly interpret a raised voice as a sign that things are not right. 
  • We trust each other; both of us regularly have sex with other partners. There is always open and honest communication around this situation any distrust or jealousy always stems from suspicions about the motivation of the third party. 

Bonus, bonus: Is the “work spouse” strictly a U.S. American anomaly (they do spend an insane amount of hours at work)? One study found 32% of Americans admitted to having a work spouse.

I guess my answer to number 5 shows that the term ‘work wife’ is in common use in Australia as well as the US. I am not sure if that is a sign that ‘work wife’ is truly an international term or if Australians watch too much American television. 

As always for more TMI goodness make sure you hit up the TMI Tuesday website.


You’re Joking… Right?

Recently I have joked to a couple of my chat friends that I am thinking about becoming celibate. They think the concept is hilarious. In their minds and probably in their fantasies I am still the sex goddess I was when they met me. I guess in some ways I am. In many others I am not.

The last couple of years have seen a lot of changes in my life. I think, finally, I have become a grownup. I have a real job; one where I have to be responsible all the time. I am currently the only person in my household that actually has a full time job so in some ways I am kind of the breadwinner. No not really, that would be too much grown up even for me. For the first time in a long time I am thinking about the future and the direction that I want to steer my life. Probably the most grown up thing a person can do. 

What, I hear you ask, have either of those things got to do with not being a sex goddess? The answer is actually not very much. Other than my headspace is not constantly occupied with thoughts or plans for the next adventure. Something that was a key part of being a sex goddess. These days when people ask me about my fucket list my answer is; “Fucket list, oh yeh I remember what one of those is”

I just realised; another key indicator of being a grown up, I use semi colons in my writing. Or is that a side effect of being a teacher? I don’t know but it a bit freaky, here I am pouring my heart out to the void of the Internet and I am ticking off grammar and sentence structure in my head. I need a really good fuck. 

So we were talking about fucket lists. I remember that I have often said I don’t like to have a specific list. But I guess that I kind of did. I kind of remember what was on it. Right now my fucket list consists of; have sex with my husband, have sex with Engineer X. Not necessarily in that order. Logistics seem to get in the way a lot these days. People think that having small children is a drag on your sex life. Those people really have no idea. Mainly because they are yet to experience having teenagers living with you. Small children don’t know, or care, if they walk in on you having sex. They are not scarred by the experience. What’s more they go to bed at a sensible hour meaning you can actually have pre sex on the couch before you start falling asleep. Teenagers don’t do that. They want to stay up and share their rubbish idea of what is good TV and make it awkward if you want to make sexy jokes with your husband. What’s worse is they don’t go to bed nice and early so that you can invite over some special people or when you get dressed to go out and meet said special people they ask all kinds of questions about where you are going. 

Actually my teenagers have kind of got the hint that asking too many questions is not a good idea so I guess I have trained them to a certain extent but it is still awkward getting out the door some days. Mr Jones is much more concerned about that kind of thing that me. I feel more comfortable being relatively candid. He does not. So we land somewhere in between which is, by definition, awkward. I guess I just have to keep telling myself that it is only temporary. Not that I am expecting them to move out but I am definitely not going to sugar coat things for my eighteen year old children just to spare them some awkwardness. That is just creating a rod for your own back. 

It seems I have worked through and dismissed my standard list of excuses for not being sexy enough so now I am left with a task; hang up my goddess cape or stop making excuses. My friends are right, hanging up the cape is a hilarious idea. Hilarious because it is so unlikely. And because I simply don’t want to. As much as Mr Jones is irritating me right now he is just going to have to get out his impressive junk and use it on me. Because a happy wife makes for a happy life and to be happier I need more sex in my life. 

Thanks for listening Internet Void, you are the best therapist ever. 

TMI Tuesday – Important Questions 

1. If you are on facebook, when was the last time you had to “unfriend” someone and why?

I am notorious for avoiding conflict. So “unfriending” is not something I generally do. When I first read this question I could not think of the last time that I did unfriend someone. However as I was writing I remembered the last time was when Pet and I went our separate ways. It was not an acrimonious ‘break up’ by any stretch. – He decided we were done, I said O.K and that was it. I was a bit bummed by the turn of events but we are grown ups and i decided that pursuing reasons and ‘closure’ was not worth the pain. 

However I did decide that he didn’t need to be part of my Facebook world anymore. So he is no longer on my friends list. 

2. What are you addicted to?

Hard question. I guess it depends on how you define addiction. In terms of a weakness that I find hard to resist it would be shoes. My last pair are my new favourites;


Just for the record, The Fireman quite likes the new shoes as well. 

3. What are the first 3 things you do every morning?

Say good morning to Mr Jones, feed the bird, and get dressed. Not necessarily in that order. Often the bird comes first mainly because he is so loud.


He is partial to breakfast cereal but of course he doesn’t get to share my breakfast every day. 

4. How lucky are you and why?

Extremely lucky. 

  • I have a fantastic husband and kids
  • I live in a fantastic house and in a place with an almost perfect climate.
  • I am lucky enough to have my cake and eat it. 

5. What is one thing you’re embarrassed to admit you want to try?

I am often embarrassed about of lots of things that I do and say. I can’t think of a thing that I have always wanted to try that I am specifically embarrassed about. One of the key things that I often find myself apologising for is wanting to try badass pole moves that involve pain and using an ‘armpit grip’. Things that look like this;


Just for the record that move fucking hurts!!!! But I love it! 
Bonus: Are you proud of what you are doing?

Absolutely yes. I am proud of the way I do my job and I believe that I put in everything for my students and that they benefit from it. I am proud of what I do on my pole. Most of all I am proud of my marriage. Together we have built a great lifestyle and family. We have established complete and habitual honesty which has made our relationship work so well.