Fuck Me In The ASS!!!!

Her mother has been visiting for a couple of weeks now, and the late night Ambien adventures have been a little quieter, until tonight. We were doing it doggy-style, going at it pretty hard, and she says to me “Fuck me in the ass”, to which I replied “what?”.

I was greatly surprised by this statement, as this is not something we do.

I told her I wasn’t going to do that, she said it louder “Fuck Me In The Ass!”. I was a little bit tickled at this point, because she said it a little louder than I would have expected, considering her mother was in the house. I reminded her of that, since she’d obviously had a lapse in memory and/or judgement at this point. Any my sweet wife responded just as I should have expected, at the top of her lungs, “FUCK ME IN THE ASS AND DO IT NOW!!!”.

Of course I just completely lost it, laughing hysterically, and she just got mote than a little aggravated with me. I calmed her down and turned her over and proceeded to go down on her, mostly because I wasn’t hard anymore and it would distract her. After a couple of minutes she was back in the mood, pulling me towards her and then she said “you’re so hard, please fuck me in the ass, NOW!!!!”. I thought about just doing it, more than I have ever considered it, mostly to shut her up, because it was both funny and irritating at the same time. I laughed it off and just kept fucking her with her legs up over my head.

The Yoga Ball

So, I walked into the bedroom last night to find my lovely, and slightly drunk wife sitting on her yoga ball (to be more accurate she was bouncing). She was kind of giddy, and being silly. We talked for a minute, at least as much talking as one can do with someone giggling and bouncing up and down. It was obvious to me that both the alcohol and the Ambien had kicked in. I walked over to make sure she didn’t fall off the ball. Somewhere between making sure she was safe and the kissing, sex ensued. About 10 minutes into fooling around with her still sitting (laying, bouncing) on the yoga ball. I have to say that the use of a yoga ball during sex adds an interesting set of positions to our arsenal. The bouncing also adds a degree of difficulty. Anyway as I was saying, about 10 minutes into messing around, she decided to turn around, hang upside down off the ball, like she often does on the bed, and begin to suck on me. It was quite pleasurable, except for having to keep both her balance and mine. That’s part of the added difficulty. I’m balance challenged enough without the alcohol in my system and without her on Ambien too. Upside down yoga ball oral sex is really fun, actually any yoga ball sex is fun.

Same Conversation…

One of my ‘experiments’ to see how Ambien affect her mind involves a conversation we have nearly every night she takes the Ambien. She seems to have no memory of this conversation, and things that I’m sure would trigger those memories do not. I’m wanting to find out if this recurring conversation will ever make its way into the daytime, or if the memory loss is ongoing. I wonder if the memories will turn into long term memories, and if this conversation will eventually leak into daytime. She now knows there’s an ongoing conversation, and I think that’s bugging her that she doesn’t know what it’s about. She has told me not to tell her, because the experimental nature of it is as interesting to her as it is to me.

Split Personality?

Now that we’re a few days into this Ambien thing, I’ve begun to wonder just exactly how it works on the brain. She doesn’t remember much, if anything, of what happens while she’s under. But, clearly at some points in the evening she seems coherent and quite logical. We’ve had long talks about things, and she doesn’t seem too different. Other times, she’s a wild sex-crazed woman, and not a lot like her normal self. So I’ve wondered if there’s like a split-personality thing going on/ i also wonder if the tow sets of memory are compartmentalized, if she might remember things from one night to the next, that she doesn’t remember during the day. I’m doing my own little experiments to find out about these things. I’ll post more as this progresses…

The Flashlight

We were fooling around last night during a thunderstorm. The power had gone out and I had a flashlight tucked into the back of my shorts. As we were embracing she reached around and felt the flashlight and exclaimed “you’re really hard”, of course I laughed and said, “it’s a flashlight and it’s in the back“. She didn’t really get that I was laughing at her. She asked for the flashlight so that she could use it as a sex toy. I refused, she insisted, so I tucked it in between the matress and box springs and told her I had lost it. She said, “Ok”. And that was that. Sometimes Ambien makes her gullible, and that’s not a bad thing.