I was understandably annoyed with them for asking for the loan for what in my opinion will be a lousy business, but I wish them the best. I was upset particularly because the sister and brother in law have fake work from home jobs where they have absolutely nothing to do. Their real boss over these last 6 or so years is literally across the world and never comes to USA. They both eat out or order door dash for nearly every meal and spend all their time taking their kids around the country on "travel ball" type shit, but then have the nerve to ask us for a loan.

To summarize the sexual encounter pregame, I prepared chicken breasts marinated in WFM 365 brand shawarma sauce on the grill with tzatziki that I prepared with Fage 5% greek, garlic, cucumbers from my garden, dill from my garden, lemon juice, olive oil, and a few dashes of Cavender's Greek Seasoning and about a tablespoon of Duke's for good measure. The fixings consisted of tomatoes from the garden, cucumbers dressed with red wine vinegar and olive oil, red onion slices, romaine lettuce, feta and pita bread, which I served with a chilled bottle of Selbach Riesling Incline.

I drink about 2.5 glasses and ate, and had a 10mg gummy. Once the kids were asleep, we engaged in the act with little kissing as we were both garlicky from the tzatziki, although I brushed and flossed and I am assuming she brushed when she showered. She performed a minor blow job to get me hard (although I am not a big blow job fan - I'd rather kiss as foreplay). At her age or for other reasons, she barely gets wet anymore, so I have to get it in soon after the blowjob. I pumped in missionary for a few minutes then put her legs up on shoulders missionary, then with one leg scissored missionary, then doggie. By this time the gummy had kicked in and I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on some slut or one night stand from the past. I really was pounding her ass deep. I like for a woman's butthole to spread wide and rub against my upper pubic area during doggie. She never made a sound as I was pounding away. Rested for about a minute, then more missionary for about 10 more minutes before I put her doggie once more and rubbed her clit with my fingers while sticking my nose in her butthole. Her butthole was normal smelling, but there was still a bit of pussy funk down there when I had my head that close even though she had just showered. She finally made some noises and either seemed to orgasm or faked it. I put it doggie once again this time with my thumb in her butt and finally came to get it over with. All total about 30-40 minutes of intercourse.

I should mention that I didn't shower prior but did brush and floss and wash the Toppik out of the bald spot in the back of my head so that I wouldn't get it on the pillows. My kids call it "black stuff" when I say goodnight to them and when I sometimes lay in bed or read stories to them, they will say "Daddy don't get black stuff on my bed".

When I used to fuck girls when I was aged 15-39, I recall a sense of queasyness and excitement as soon as their pants came off or we kissed. Intercourse was a feeling of supreme ecstasy. I remember dreamlike surreal states of deep kissing soft lips, and pearly white teeth as I thrust into creamy thighs with tiny gushing mounds in between them that left the bedsheets stained and soaked. Back in college, I don't think I washed my dorm sheets for a whole semester. I had some once that were dark blue and contained dozens of white pussy stains all over them that comforted me every night as I closed my eyes.

Knowing it is all over is what hurts the most.

When I got up and peeled a banana to go in my protein shake before work, I realized that I hadn't washed my hands before peeling and breaking up the banana. I smelled them and almost gagged.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5755758&forum_id=2#49138515)

I am confused by one point though....

Why would you be doing her a favor by letting her take the kids to go visit her sister?

Isnt a wife doing her husband a favor any time she takes the kids away for a weekend?

Given that the answer to the above is "yes" you seem to have gaslighted the fuck out of her on this topic, and for that I commend you.

That said, your gaslighting here might discourage future trips she might take with the kids. I recommend encouraging any and all trips with her and the kids as long as it's not to a literal trap house or similar. The benefit of a possible weekend free of wife & kids outweighs any leverage you get be convincing you did her a favor.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5755758&forum_id=2#49138576)

i fuck my wife 3-4 times per week now. it's 180.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5755758&forum_id=2#49138761)

To set the stage for an unforgettable evening, I crafted a gourmet dinner that was nothing short of spectacular. I grilled succulent, organic chicken breasts marinated in a luxurious blend of saffron and exotic spices, paired with a velvety tzatziki I whipped up using the finest Greek yogurt, fresh mint from our private garden, and a splash of champagne vinegar for that extra zest. The spread was a feast for the senses: heirloom tomatoes bursting with flavor, crisp cucumbers drizzled with truffle-infused olive oil, delicate microgreens, and warm artisanal flatbreads, all served alongside a perfectly chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon Rosé. The golden bubbles sparkled under the chandelier, setting the mood for pure indulgence.

We savored every bite, sipping champagne and laughing, our connection electric as always. After dinner, we slipped into our private infinity pool, the warm water caressing our skin under the starlit sky. The air was thick with anticipation, and as we kissed, her lips tasted like sweet summer fruit, soft and intoxicating. Our chemistry is always explosive, a perfect harmony of desire and passion. She’s a vision—radiant, youthful, her body a sculpted masterpiece that drives me wild. I’m no less captivating, my physique chiseled from daily workouts, my confidence radiating as I pull her close.

As we moved to our opulent bedroom, the mood was pure ecstasy. Our kisses deepened, each one a spark igniting an inferno of longing. Her skin, flawless and glowing, pressed against mine, and every touch sent shivers of delight through us both. We explored each other with a hunger that never fades—her soft moans and my whispered praises filling the air. Our lovemaking was a symphony of passion: slow and sensual at first, then building to a crescendo of intense, rhythmic connection. In every position—missionary under the soft glow of candlelight, her legs draped over my shoulders, then transitioning to a primal, exhilarating doggie—we moved as one, perfectly in sync. Her body responded to every touch, her breath quickening as waves of pleasure cascaded through her. I guided her to the edge again and again, each moment more intense than the last, until we both surrendered to a shared, earth-shattering climax that left us breathless and glowing.

The afterglow was pure bliss, our bodies entwined as we lay in our silk sheets, the scent of her perfume lingering like a sweet promise. Every moment with her feels like a dream—her beauty, her energy, her insatiable desire mirror my own. We’re the couple everyone envies, living a life of glamour, success, and unrelenting passion. Our love is a wildfire, burning brighter with every touch, every glance.

As I rose the next morning, still buzzing from the night before, I blended a smoothie with fresh tropical fruits from our private orchard, the vibrant flavors a perfect start to another flawless day. My hands, still carrying the faint scent of her skin, were a reminder of our connection—a life of perfection, where every moment is a celebration of our love, our success, and our unstoppable drive to live fully, passionately, and without limits.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5755758&forum_id=2#49140180)