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Author: badgirl2 Picture in profile
Added: Mar 14 2008Views / Reads: 5338 / 4876 [91%]Part vote: 9.09 (32 votes)
My husband is to interested in playing poker to give me the sex I need, but his friends are more then happy to do what he dosen't.
 


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Poker, that's all my husband thinks about. I know it's the in thing, its on TV and everyone wants to be a poker champ. But having his three friends over every Friday and Saturday was getting old, he even tried to talk me into Sunday afternoons but I put my foot down, No way.

It wasn't because they got the house dirty and it took me hours to clean it up, just to have them mess it up the next weekend. Now don't get me wrong, its not that I didn't like his friends, I did, they made passes at me and once in awhile tried to feel me up, all that was fine.

It wasn't even that my husband never won. The money he lost wasn't like it put us in debt but I could have done some nice shopping with it.

No it was none of those things, it was my husband himself. He was so hooked on poker; if he wasn't playing it he was watching it on TV. He stayed up all hours to watch it; our sex life had been put on hold because of it. He was either to tired or watching poker, to be interested in sex, that was the bug problem.

Like I said that was the big problem, there was one other thing I didn't like, and again it was because of him. He drank when he played poker, well they all drank beer, but he drank more then the other guys. Drinking wasn't the problem, the problem was, after he got drunk about half way into the night, he started to say things about me, not bad things. He loved to tell his friends about my body, like I had a nice ...

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