Wednesday, May 23, 2012

And When I Got Home....

Hubby already had dinner on the table. Wow!  I was impressed.  I figured that all of my naughty texting throughout the day did the trick.  Of course, I was home a bit late from work, but it wasn't too late.

There was flirting.  There was reference to the awesome blow job he had earned. I stroked him a little while we were eating dinner.  Yes, we were on our way to some fun.

Then he turned on he Giants game.  Great! We finished dinner and kept watching the game.  We decided to go to bed and play after the game.  Ok, I know some of you are thinking, "What???!!!  You're postponing sex for a baseball game?"  I know.  In retrospect, I would have ditched the game. But at the time I didn't know.

I didn't know the game, being played in Milwaukee, would go 14 innings. That's right. 14 innings.  We thought about going to bed and not watching, but it was tied and in extra innings and, ohmygod, what if the most exciting play in the world happens and we miss it?

Remember, I had been up since 5:00 a.m. and at work for 15 hours before I came home.  I was already exhausted.  By the time the game was over, that hot little minx who had been sending the sexy texts all day was almost catatonic. And the old guy who was hard as a cock at dinner time was dozing off and drooling.  Sexy, huh?

The game finally ended.  Yes, the Giants won, but by then I really didn't care.  We went to bed.  Well I took a shower first.  He was a sleep before I got to bed and I think I fell asleep as I was laying down.

When the alarm went off in the morning (5:00 a.m.), Hubby got up, went to the kitchen and brought me my coffee a few minutes later.  By the way, he started doing that when he heard that Cara's honey does it for her.  Isn't that sweet?

As I took the coffee from him, I asked, "Did we have sex last night and was it good?"  He laughed and said, "I was going to ask you the same thing." We agreed that we would have sex the next night (which was last night).

I was ready this time.  So was he. I got home late. We had dinner.  We agreed on what time we were going to bed regardless of what was happening with the Giants game.  I set the alarm on my phone.  We watched the game and got the little one through his evening routine and in bed a shade early (I regretted that we had taught him to tell time. "But Mooooooommmmyyyyy, it's not time yet!!!) and when my alarm went off, we shut things down and went to bed.  Yes, it was still light out.

Oooo la la. There was kissing. There was touching. There was wetness. Hubby reached down between my legs and started playing with my clit.  Then he started sucking on one of my nipples, too. I was loving it.  What a wonderful way to start an evening of playtime. I came quickly and hard. I kissed him and started reaching down to stroke him and....

He got up and went to the bathroom.

That's ok, I thought.  He's going to clean up for his blow job.  He's so sweet that way.


You know where this is going, don't you?

He came back from the bathroom, turned off the little desk lamp we keep on during sex, climbed into bed, kissed me on the forehead and said, "Goodnight.  I love you."  Then he rolled over.

I waited about 30 seconds, then I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Is that it?" I replied."I kinda hoped we were gonna, you know, get a little dirtier than that.  A little BJ, a little fucking, a little moaning......cumming two or three times...."

"But aren't you tired?" he said.

There were three Kat's there at that moment and I wasn't sure which one would answer.

Kat #1 was a mature adult who wanted to say, "You're right and it's going to be another long day tomorrow.  Thank you, Sweetie. I love you. Goodnight."

Kat #2 was an angry bitch who wanted to scream, "What the fuck?!?! What's the matter with you? Have you completely forgotten what sex is?"

Kat #3 was a hurt and disappointed little girl with a quivering lip who wanted to say, "Yes, I'm tired, but....but....but...you promised."

I ultimately decided that my best chance of getting sex the next night (which is tonight) would be to go with Kat #1.

As I started talking to answer him, though, I heard him snore.

I'll be going home a little late tonight again, but I have a new strategy. I'm going to try for sex before dinner.

I'll keep ya posted.

4 comments:

The Lustful Literate said...

You have the patience of a saint! I so would have gone with Kat #3. But, then, I tend to be a pouty little bitch when I'm sexually frustrated. I don't know how you do it - the seemingly eternal optimism about your man's ability to change things around in the sex department. What's sad, is I know that just a few years ago...I was just like him, and my husband was Kat #1, 2, AND 3. Thank god my libido made a turn around. I hope your husband can muster up a similar metamorphosis.

Ponyboy said...

I'm a baseball fan too, but as you know there are still about 120 games left on the schedule. And if Lincecum can turn it around - maybe some playoffs. It's not like it was the World Series...

I hope you get yours tonight, what about fucking first thing in the morning before work?

the naked lady said...

Oh, dear. Is all the effort you put into getting laid worth it? I'd start "staying at the office late" and just give JJ a call...

Anonymous said...

Like you, Kat, I don't agree with all of Athol's marital philosophy, but the gist of MMSL--of making one's needs in a marriage known and being prepared to evacuate if one's spouse refuses to meet those needs--is spot on. Perhaps your husband is reluctant to up his sexual game because at the end of the day he believes that nothing will drive you away.

Have you by any chance tried running the 180?