Naughty Wife Flings

So I started surfing the Internet in hopes to save me from our current marriage boredom. I have to admit I felt stupid as to have resorted to this only now when I’d solely endured my problem for months. Now I know what they mean when they say the worldwide web has everything… For one thing, now I know there a lot of housewives out there—even husbands—suffering from the same loneliness I have. It’s actually a bit embarrassing too, but of course if I will help myself I had to first at least accept the fact that I am among those calling themselves “desperate housewife” or “bored wife” or “neglected spouse”…

Now, for the true wonder of the Web: online dating! See? It’s so good you can already call it “dating” even without going out yet. Really, now that I think about it, this sort of thing is almost the best for married people like me looking for mutual companionship. Magic word here is privacy. You lurk online, hop from one dating site to another, view other people’s photos and mini-profiles… all in the comfort of your own space and time. Adult dating sites seem ordinary too. I’m not even that shy to look at other men online—or maybe I’m simply too excited with this new hobby?

What intrigues me more at this moment, though, is the term “personals”, especially in the adult networking websites I came across. Whoever thought of that word was a genius: he knew who would be using it and how. Personal. Adult personals. True enough the whole point of online dating is to satisfy one’s needs either for companionship or more “mature” activities; and it’s implied that attending to such needs is a personal task… Everything you do here is primarily for yourself. I should know. I am surfing websites on dating for own reasons. I’m reading some quite sensitive content but I shouldn’t be ashamed or offended at all because it’s all part of the picture: And my bigger picture is to get me some extramarital fun and get this loneliness done and over with.

I am now officially a housewife on a mission. Getting snubbed again by my husband after he came home from the “boys’ weekend” only proves that it’s time for me to stop moping and start looking for fun myself. He’s not giving me anything so yeah, I’m gonna go look for it someplace else. And no, it’s the other kind of fun aside from hanging out with my girl friends. I need excitement and I’m gonna find it. But how, without going out there right away?

Luckily nobody’s been using the PC and since I can’t really leave the house except when grocery shopping or book reading at the neighbors’, there’s only one option a bit more fun than infomercials: web surfing. Plus it has more choices rather than just staring at the neighbor’s hot gardener all morning. I’m no expert but I do know the basics of Internet use. It’s nothing shocking to me either: scandalous content, ugly news, porn. I don’t understand how my boys get addicted to computer games but I do know curiosity and as boys will be boys, surfing for porn in our computer wasn’t something that would have surprised me. What interests me more, though, are those websites with online communities. I see my teenage daughter spend hours and hours chatting and going to Friendster, MySpace, Facebook and Multiply and she’s told me about them too. Then I was told there are more sites like them… more adult-friendly sites, that is.

Searching for such websites today gave me an idea just how many hundreds of them really exist. Online dating sites, adult personals, forums for married people, sites for housewives, sites for husbands, for couples, for single people. Sites for “searching for love”, “looking for companionship”, “finding connection”, “something new and exciting”, “searching for fun”. Bingo. I might find what I’m looking for in these websites! For sure there are a lot more like me feeling bored in their marriage—and maybe a whole lot more of those willing to help forget the loneliness, even for a while.

I’ve never really gone looking for people in the Internet, much less look for those whom to spend fun times with. This is going to be this housewife’s next adventure.