is it wrong for a married man to have fun alone if his wife knows all about it ???? just wondered as i can but never get offers, seems to be a lot of mis-trust about it , or is it just me ?????
serps.
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Quote by serps
is it wrong for a married man to have fun alone if his wife knows all about it ???? just wondered as i can but never get offers, seems to be a lot of mis-trust about it , or is it just me ?????
serps.
I don't see why it should be wrong, provided his wife's happy with the situation.
Don't know what you're referring to when you mention mistrust. Do you mean you think you don't get offers because people think you're cheating on your partner?
Sex God
Quote by serps
is it wrong for a married man to have fun alone if his wife knows all about it ???? just wondered as i can but never get offers, seems to be a lot of mis-trust about it , or is it just me ?????
serps.
Nothing wrong with it, if she knows.
Sex God
Quote by KitKat
Why not think of it the other way round, if you were talking to two women, one of whom was lying about her husband knowing, one of whom was telling the truth, how would know which was which
lhk
Kat
That's easy..............erm................err..............it's got summat to do with two doors with Lion head knockers and asking the question, hasn't it?
There's a question you can ask to find out who's telling the truth but I'm buggered if I can remember what it is.
Oooooooooops, sorry!
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Quote by serps
good point , but even when asked it seems i can't win either way, even being able to speak to the wife does'nt work, so how can i win ??
change your goals?That's easy......................erm........................err.........................it's got summat to do with two doors with Lion head knockers and asking the question, hasn't it?
There's a question you can ask to find out who's telling the truth but I'm buggered if I can remember what it is.
ES stands before the doors, resplendant and heroic in spangled thong. For days he has pondered, seeking the eternal question. Finally, as the sun lowered on the seventh day, loins girded, he strides purposefully to the door, like a warrior god off to fight the last battle at Ragnarok. Barely a pace before the door he stops, striking a mighty pose, he fills his great chest with air and belows the long sought question in a thunderous voice, loud and terrible enough to wake the slumber of the giants beneath the great mountains, as the animals fled from the dread noise, even the branches of the trees seemed to cower away. The words of The Question seemed to roll across the short distance to batter the doors before them, bending them before his will.
And so ES asked: - "Are you lying?"
To which the door Knocker replied:
"I've got fucking big teeth and a mane, of course I'm a lion you twat, now fuck off and ask someone else your stupid fucking questions"
lhk
Kat
if your wifes knows you can always offer any doubtful minds a phone chat with her
if people still arn't happy with that sod them and move on
i know there are a lot of fibbers on here but you have to trust some people, and if someone still says no after you have offered them to chat to the mrs i'd be wondering if there was another reason they was saying no really
if people still arn't happy with that sod them and move on
i know there are a lot of fibbers on here but you have to trust some people, and if someone still says no after you have offered them to chat to the mrs i'd be wondering if there was another reason they was saying no really
Sex God
Quote by KitKat
good point , but even when asked it seems i can't win either way, even being able to speak to the wife does'nt work, so how can i win ??
change your goals?That's easy......................erm........................err.........................it's got summat to do with two doors with Lion head knockers and asking the question, hasn't it?
There's a question you can ask to find out who's telling the truth but I'm buggered if I can remember what it is.
ES stands before the doors, resplendant and heroic in spangled thong. For days he has pondered, seeking the eternal question. Finally, as the sun lowered on the seventh day, loins girded, he strides purposefully to the door, like a warrior god off to fight the last battle at Ragnarok. Barely a pace before the door he stops, striking a mighty pose, he fills his great chest with air and belows the long sought question in a thunderous voice, loud and terrible enough to wake the slumber of the giants beneath the great mountains, as the animals fled from the dread noise, even the branches of the trees seemed to cower away. The words of The Question seemed to roll across the short distance to batter the doors before them, bending them before his will.
And so ES asked: - "Are you lying?"
To which the door Knocker replied:
"I've got fucking big teeth and a mane, of course I'm a lion you twat, now fuck off and ask someone else your stupid fucking questions"
lhk
Kat
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
Would you like to write the foreword to my anthology of best British laybys? The continental version will be volume II
:twisted: :twisted:
Quote by KitKat
good point , but even when asked it seems i can't win either way, even being able to speak to the wife does'nt work, so how can i win ??
change your goals?That's easy......................erm........................err.........................it's got summat to do with two doors with Lion head knockers and asking the question, hasn't it?
There's a question you can ask to find out who's telling the truth but I'm buggered if I can remember what it is.
ES stands before the doors, resplendant and heroic in spangled thong. For days he has pondered, seeking the eternal question. Finally, as the sun lowered on the seventh day, loins girded, he strides purposefully to the door, like a warrior god off to fight the last battle at Ragnarok. Barely a pace before the door he stops, striking a mighty pose, he fills his great chest with air and belows the long sought question in a thunderous voice, loud and terrible enough to wake the slumber of the giants beneath the great mountains, as the animals fled from the dread noise, even the branches of the trees seemed to cower away. The words of The Question seemed to roll across the short distance to batter the doors before them, bending them before his will.
And so ES asked: - "Are you lying?"
To which the door Knocker replied:
"I've got fucking big teeth and a mane, of course I'm a lion you twat, now fuck off and ask someone else your stupid fucking questions"
lhk
Kat
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
Kit has visions of ES rapidly discarding his new furry thong and cowering behind the dustbins
Quote by sexysur68
serps, ive heard mrs serps tried givin you away with packets of persil but didnt get any offers pmsl sorry couldnt resist
sue68
Maybe mrs Serps should have put a box of, 'OMO' in the window as she might have her own itinerary. :twisted:
(OMO = Old-man-Out)
:rascal:
cc_7up
Quote by KitKat
ES stands before the doors, resplendant and heroic in spangled thong. For days he has pondered, seeking the eternal question. Finally, as the sun lowered on the seventh day, loins girded, he strides purposefully to the door, like a warrior god off to fight the last battle at Ragnarok. Barely a pace before the door he stops, striking a mighty pose, he fills his great chest with air and belows the long sought question in a thunderous voice, loud and terrible enough to wake the slumber of the giants beneath the great mountains, as the animals fled from the dread noise, even the branches of the trees seemed to cower away. The words of The Question seemed to roll across the short distance to batter the doors before them, bending them before his will.
And so ES asked: - "Are you lying?"
To which the door Knocker replied:
"I've got fucking big teeth and a mane, of course I'm a lion you twat, now fuck off and ask someone else your stupid fucking questions"
lhk
Kat
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: Quote by cc_7up
serps, ive heard mrs serps tried givin you away with packets of persil but didnt get any offers pmsl sorry couldnt resist
sue68
Maybe mrs Serps should have put a box of, 'OMO' in the window as she might have her own itinerary. :twisted:
(OMO = Old-man-Out)
:rascal:
cc_7up
Am I right in thinking OMO was a washing powder?
Sex God
Quote by nesxycple
serps, ive heard mrs serps tried givin you away with packets of persil but didnt get any offers pmsl sorry couldnt resist
sue68
Maybe mrs Serps should have put a box of, 'OMO' in the window as she might have her own itinerary. :twisted:
(OMO = Old-man-Out)
:rascal:
cc_7up
Am I right in thinking OMO was a washing powder?
Yes, it was.
Sex God
Quote by MISSCHIEF
ES stands before the doors, resplendant and heroic in spangled thong. For days he has pondered, seeking the eternal question. Finally, as the sun lowered on the seventh day, loins girded, he strides purposefully to the door, like a warrior god off to fight the last battle at Ragnarok. Barely a pace before the door he stops, striking a mighty pose, he fills his great chest with air and belows the long sought question in a thunderous voice, loud and terrible enough to wake the slumber of the giants beneath the great mountains, as the animals fled from the dread noise, even the branches of the trees seemed to cower away. The words of The Question seemed to roll across the short distance to batter the doors before them, bending them before his will.
And so ES asked: - "Are you lying?"
To which the door Knocker replied:
"I've got fucking big teeth and a mane, of course I'm a lion you twat, now fuck off and ask someone else your stupid fucking questions"
lhk
Kat
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao: :rotflmao:
:smackbottom: Would you like to write the foreword to my anthology of best British laybys? The continental version will be volume II
ES stands before the channel tunnel, resplendant and heroic in spangled thong. For days he has pondered, seeking the eternal piece. Finally, as the sun lowered on the seventh day, loins girded, he strides purposefully to the yawning chasm, like a warrior god off to fight the last battle at Ragnarok. Barely a pace before the mawl he stops, striking a mighty pose, legs akimbo, arms stretched wide to grasp the smooth hard sides, he fills his great chest with air and belows the challenge in a thunderous voice, loud and terrible enough to wake the slumber of the giants beneath the great mountains, as the animals fled from the dread noise, even the branches of the trees seemed to cower away. The words of The Challenge seemed to roll across the short distance to batter the dark passage before them, bending all before his will.
-"Just relax, this won't hurt a bit" :twisted:
lhk
Kat
Sex God
serps did you know what you were doing when you posted this thread?
If you were really after advice then you came to the right place but I'm sorry about all the hijacking.
They're buggers in here you know! :shock: :shock: :shock:
I'll let you get on with it. ops: :oops:
If you were really after advice then you came to the right place but I'm sorry about all the hijacking.
They're buggers in here you know! :shock: :shock: :shock:
I'll let you get on with it.
ops: :oops: Sex God
Quote by Dave__Notts
Washing powder???? Stood for Old Mans Out when on the window sill
Dave_Notts
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: One for the Dictionary of Folklore! What do they put on the windowsill these days?
:grin: :grin:
Sex God
Quote by EagerSlut
Washing powder???? Stood for Old Mans Out when on the window sill
Dave_Notts
:rotflmao: :rotflmao: One for the Dictionary of Folklore! What do they put on the windowsill these days?
:grin: :grin:
Hmmmm Fairy non-bio hasn't got quite the same ring has it?
Quote by Dave__Notts
Washing powder???? Stood for Old Mans Out when on the window sill
Dave_Notts
Ahhhh bingo!!!!!!!!!!!! I knew it was something like that when I was trying to explain it in the last post of this thread
http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/swingers-forum/viewtopic/57612.htmlThat's probably where I keep going wrong
Although still think a box of cornflakes is more obvious tho, with the big cock pic on it n all
Sex God
That's covered the windowsills of houses, now how about trucks?
Any fresh ideas? :twisted:
:whistling:
Any fresh ideas? :twisted:
:whistling: 
Sex God
Quote by EagerSlut
That's covered the windowsills of houses, now how about trucks?
Any fresh ideas? :twisted:
Eager
hang a pair of your white nicks over the wing mirror............that should do the trick
Oh unless you've used that one before
