Mother asked me to keep her company at a friends barbque last night. It was all very civilised (and dull) until I realised the hosts husband was looking at me. At first I thought I was imagining it, but he caught my eye several times. Naturally I was curious and made a B line for him. I soon realised, my gaydar was giving out good signs. So I made sure he understood that I was a queer too. He said I've heard rumours about you and your wife. I asked to him to elaborate so he did and he was pretty much spot on. I said I know nothing about you, but I'd like to learn more. He subtley gave me his card and said maybe we should get together sometime and went back to be the perfect host. My libido has been rock bottom for months now, but this give me a little boost. I'll text him later today I think and see where it takes me, if anywhere.
Lois had a visit from a friend of hers yesterday. She is a lifestyle Dominatrix in a Female led relationship. These days I tend to stay out of the way when Karen visits as she feels Lois is far too soft on me. I heard shrieks of laughter coming from the living room and Lois was near hysterical . When Karen left, she told me the story. As a test of devotion, Karen set up a test. As her husband/slave was driving along she suddenly told him to stop and pointed to a discarded bottle at the side of the road, which clearly contained urine. We often see these in the UK, I believe they are used by lorry drivers to relieve themselves when driving , but don't want to stop. She had planted the bottle earlier and filled it with her own urine. She told him to fetch the bottle and drink the contents. In call credit to him he reluctantly did as he was comanded and drank the contents of the bottle. Karen acknowledged his servitude with a promise of a release when they got home. As they drove off she noticed another bottle on the side of the road and realised it was the bottle she had had actually planted there and she had pointed to the wrong one! She never told him, but couldn't wait to share her joke with Lois. I complain about my life sometimes, but it doesn't compare to Karen's husband.
