The Marriage Bed, Inc. is a division of the American Evangelistic Assoc., a 501(c)(3) non-profit organization. Me, I’m a player. I know what’s up, and he married a bad girl. You can’t tame a bad girl with a wedding ring or pregnancy, and I know a part of him knows that too. I love the chase. I love the game. I love the sex. Variety is bae. Monogamy is nay! Hubby is a cool guy and all, but ‘cool’ ain’t shit. I’m a ‘HOT’ commodity, so I don’t limit myself to thinking only about my husband and kid. My customers also need my creativity to help solve their marital problems (I know you get the drift?). I think of every ‘call’ as a problem solving opportunity. I am selling more than just a body in a hot dress. I am selling ideas, perspectives, and insight into the mind of a man. I do the needs-based kind of sex: I determine my customer’s needs before I start to propose skills (solutions). About loving sex, that is. I’ve always been a redhead, though. (Immaterial to this conversation but thought I’d throw it in anyway). As much as I love physical intimacy with my husband, I struggle with accepting his advances when he has been absent in other ways or just plain irritating. I have to take my own advice then and talk it out or suggest a better time. Rejection is hurtful and injures our relationship, and I want to grow love, not squash it. I stand with a wonderful cluster of like-minded marriage bloggers in promoting godly marriages (Christian Marriage Bloggers Association.) I share their desire to empower marriages by reshaping prudish attitudes. Sexual intimacy is only one facet of a thriving marriage but it has too long been swept under the Christian community’s taboo rug.

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Wifelovers are turned on by women who are already taken.

My (31F) partner (29M) and I started hotwifing a year ago and we’ve really been enjoying the lifestyle. We thought we’d share the story of our first encounter.

We stood up to take it to the bedroom and my partner and I kissed, confirming we were all comfortable to take it to the next level. My bull and I finished undressing each other as my partner was listening on eagerly from the other room. We met our bull at a hotel, we all sat together chatting and had a glass of wine to take the edge off - we were excited, but nervous. I was sitting on the couch with the bull and my partner was sitting in the chair across from us. Sensing the our reservations, my partner gave the go ahead. This was enough to spur the bull and to lean in to kiss me, which got it all started. We are building our own Five (5) bedroom house. My husband does not even know my son is not his child. My boyfriend and I are still putting two and two together until it’s time, and then I will leave my matrimonial home – going radio silent. I am just hoping he dies a natural death or I may have to figure something else out if he starts to prove stubborn. (There are numerous ways to kill a cat). I don’t love my husband, Dave, so I honestly do not have any sympathy left in my being for him or his feeling.” I’ve been married for a few months (not even up to a year). I guess I’m cheating on my husband because he didn’t really meet my expectation. Don’t ask me what that means – because I am still figuring it out myself. He’s not enough for me in everything. My present worry is how secure (financially) I am going to be, with him. I don’t know why I married him. I know, it sounds foolish, but that’s the truth, Dave. I still can’t name one reason why I married him. Of course, I love him, but what kind of love it is – I don’t know. The man I am having an affair with, gives me GHs 2, 500, every two weeks. It’s been Seven (7) months now, and he’s still wiring that amount into my account. According to him, I deserve it. I deserve to be pampered. He makes me happy, Dave. Sometimes, I wish I could give him a baby instead.”This article is a compilation of blog posts from members of the Christian Marriage Bloggers Association.