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Life around the ol’ homestead has been frustrating at best. We’re not speaking. We don’t communicate ANYTHING. It kind of puts a damper on anything sexually related as well.
Saturday was more of the same.
Sunday I surprised her by kissing her non-stop for no apparent reason. At first she was annoyed. Then happy. And then kind of okay with all of that. In passing through the house I reminded her that tonight was her last chance at an orgasm for over a week – I was going out of town. She said something playfully and I could tell that we were on!
As the day progressed, I made the mistake of sharing a fruity-malt-type liquor thing with her – she had said that she had already had one. Hmmmmmm.
While cooking, she opened a new bottle of wine. By the time we set down for dinner – there was less than a half glass left in the bottle. She was in her ‘playful’ drunk mood. It did not bode well for later in the evening as she soon gets tired and then uncaring. I tried to play my cards to seduce her into the bedroom early – but was cockblocked by the kids still being awake.
She warned me that she wasn’t ’sure’ she could stay awake for me. I had halfway resigned and admitted defeat as she turned off her light. I tried to get the kids to sleep – even bribing was on the table. It was not working.
I went into the room on her side of the bed and started rubbing her butt and thighs while kissing her shoulder, neck and ear. I told her that it was her night and that I would just stay on the side of the bed – giving her a ‘VERY personal’ massage. She tried to use the kids as an excuse again and I quickly thought of that everything would be under the sheets for her. If someone came in, they would be none the wiser.She still wavered on the whole thing but I was unrelenting. I started giving her a massage with the sheet on top of her. First her neck and shoulders, down her back, her ass, thighs, calves and feet. I spent about 20 minutes on her feet – not because she was enjoying it – but because the kids were still not asleep. The kids finally turned their lights out and were quiet. I knew they were still not quite asleep and that I still needed to keep her in some level of awareness.
I slowly moved the massage to under the sheets, still while kneeling on the side of the bed. My hands roamed her back and one hand found the crease between your legs. There was a lack of moistness that was disturbing as it could either be the alcohol or the lack of interest. I was betting on the former. I licked my finger to be able to probe for some moistness and finally found some. Her interest level was still not up to my par so I turned her over.
Her interest level was still not up to par so I moved her onto her back and situated her legs so that they were slightly parted so that my fingers had good access. She acted more awake and propped herself on her elbows. This gave my mouth wonderful access to her breasts and my right hand was attempting to get the lower half into sync with me. We were kissing passionately which was getting me very excited as well.
I insisted that tonight was ‘her’ night and that it was her turn to come. She half-heartedly denied needing anything – but continued playing for me. She was begging me to go down on her and I was denying her the pleasure. I told her that she had to be patient if she wanted my penis. She seemed distressed at having to wait. She laid down perpendicular to the edge of the bed and was waiting for my tongue. I climbed up on top of her and told her that she had to wait for the penis – or would she? I slipped inside her and started really getting into the sex. She commented that I would cum to quickly and I told her that it was impossible as she had to come first tonight. I teased her by starting to go down on her but then playfully humping her instead. I felt like she was getting into it a bit more and moved down to her waiting pussy. It was literally dripping wet. Her taste was sweet and clean – something that I had missed in the past 30 days. We were still attempting to stay as quiet as possible as we couldn’t be for sure that the kids were asleep.
In what seemed like not time at all – she was biting down on the comforter while her body bucked with excitement. She tried to get me to stop but I was enjoying the additional flavors and feelings. I relented and kissed my way out of her, along her thigh, to her hip and up between her breasts. She was already taking my pants down and using her feet to get them all the way off. We fucked hard. The night was warm and we were drenched in sweat. Tasting her sweat while kissing her next and forehead almost seemed unnatural. She maneuvered her leg up over my shoulder allowing me to penetrate deeper with each thrust. She was controlling where I was hitting her and our breathing was accelerated almost in unison. We exploded together and stayed connected while the fever we had created slowly subsided.
I rolled off of her and got her pajamas for her. We lay together for a few minutes before she was asleep.
I leave for a week and then we have plans this coming weekend for mother’s day. I bet this will be the last sex we have until the end of the month – but then she leaves….
Moments like this are comparable to that ‘last sex’ that you want to have. If something were to happen – be it an accident, a fight, divorce, or even death. This is the kind of lovemaking you want to be that ‘last’ time. You both are happy and content – and for us – for the moment all is well.
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I tried for the early morning, wake-up sex. You weren’t having it.
It felt good to just cuddle with you and talk anyway – almost an hour passed!
After working in the yard all day – we both needed a shower. I offered, you conceded – and we were in the shower together. After a quick rinse of our bodies, you started kissing my chest and neck. Something came ‘up’ and you were quick to start rubbing my cock and my balls. Your back was against the wall and I had spread my legs so that I was lower than you. Not only did I have great access to your breasts – you had great access to my dick. I turned you around and entered you from behind. The feeling was great – almost light-headed – a mix of the ecstasy, the warm shower, and the blood rushing to other parts of my body. It just didn’t feel ‘right’. You had your arms up on the shower wall. I tried to get you to play with yourself so that you could enjoy the shower as well. You opted not to. I tried reaching around to you myself but the rocking motion wasn’t conducive to my playing with you. Again, it just wasn’t right. You kept asking what I wanted but nothing was doing it.
I asked you to get down on your knees and to let me cum on your chest. Together we stroked my penis and balls until I was cumming all over your chest. I am always amazed how much can still come out after just having sex so recently. I played with it on your body as we washed it off. It’s funny how it reacts in hot water – parts glob up and stick to any stray hair. Anything that doesn’t go down the drain is just asking to be slipped on while getting out!
We toweled each other off and I asked if we could finish this day with you on top. Again, you said ‘yes’.
The night ended with you going to bed and complaining that you were sunburned. I’ll try again in the morning…
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After almost two weeks of my just have an affair with my hand – I spent all day today wavering between flat out demanding sex from my wife or just holding out until she finally does something to show that she cares. The first satisfies the immediate need, the second causes me more frustration.
When I came home, I noticed that she was already a glass into a bottle of wine. My mind raced through the options and the best plan of attack was to have a glass as well. I was home almost an hour before she even noticed – a sad state of being anyway. When I walked into the office I was holding my wine in my hand and had unzipped my pants and brought my penis out. She never noticed either one – kept playing her game. Not until I actually placed my slowly, getting erect penis on her arm did she say anything. She giggled and wanted to know how long I had been home – I pointed to my penis and said ‘that long’. She didn’t touch, initiate, or otherwise acknowledge me or my penis. I went out of the room and stripped down to nothing but my shirt and came back into the room with a very erect penis. I informed her that the kids were watching a movie and she had her option of now or later – but if she chose later – she could not use ‘I’m Sleepy’ as an excuse. She said that she was already tired and that if I insisted – now would be the time.
We went into the bedroom and I stripped her of her clothes – I stayed in my shirt only. I sat down on the bed and kissed and fondled her breasts. With her between my legs and busy with her top half, she maneuvered the tip of my penis inside her. I played with her chest for a while and eventually she climbed on top of me. She grinded into me while I continued to play her breasts and nipples. I stood up, while still inside and relocated her on her back on the edge of the bed. She was so wet that I kept slipping out.
I insisted on going down – something that she tried to stop. I wasn’t having any of that. She kept being worried about the kids leaving their movie – even the thought of which usually distracts her from the process at hand. I had to ask her to concentrate as I wasn’t stopping until she came. She ended up covering her eyes and ears with her hands while I worked hard down below. Her stomach started to contract more in rhythm with my licking and I knew she was close. Her hands were still on her head and she was having a hard time keeping her excitement in. She started cumming and tried to get me to stop. I continued to keep her hands away from pushing me away and continued licking.
When I stopped, my face was wet with her wetness. I moved up so that I could enter her. She was at that point where she has no control over anything. I always feel that I could do anything to her right after her orgasm as she is at a point of extreme excitement and lack of bodily control. While fucking on the edge of the bed I continued to lick my lips and around my mouth to continue to taste her remaining moistness. We synced our motions and I came with a the knowing excitement that only comes from being inside her. It sure beat masturbation!
Afterwards we talked while we dressed and I reminded her again for a reason why we go so long in between sessions? She didn’t have an answer.
I suggested that we continue this all weekend and she smiled and said that the probability was ‘good’. I will try again in the morning!
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So while waking up, I am having a dream where we are in our room – only it’s not our room. The bed was different and had different sheets. I had two – that seemed important in the dream – pillows that were shiny and golden covered underneath your hips and I was going at you from behind. I woke up and looked over at you. You didn’t look like were in the mood for anything.
Throwing caution to the wind, I moved in closer and started touching you. You sort of woke up. You said that you were having a dream about a white truck. I told you my dream and joked that they both rhymed [truck rhymes with fuck]! You almost woke up for that laugh.
You allowed me access to take your jammies off and were sort of reciprocal – in a sleepy kind of way – to get me out of my shorts.
Sleepy sex is not one of my favorites as it just doesn’t get to that level of closeness that I would like. It’s very one-sided feeling – but in my current state of things I’ll take what I can get!
I’m pretty much doing all the kissing and caressing while you just lay there. Again, it’s not doing much for me. I figure that I’ll take it up a couple notches and relive the dream sequence. I got to you roll over, sans pillows but in my mind it started pushing me over the edge. Your lack of moistness was almost painful and I needed to release and get it over with. That occurred. All over in about ten minutes – but it was SOMETHING.
While we lay there afterwards, you kept falling asleep – nothing wrong with that. I kept touching you – rubbing your shoulders, down your back, rubbing your butt, moving my feet over your legs. You didn’t like that.
My parting shot was that I was taking advantage of being able to touch you. That woke you up. You asked what that was supposed to mean. I explained that you hadn’t let me touch you in over two weeks. One night you allowed me to hold your hand. You looked at me with that crazy look and replied – that I have been cranky.
As if that would be a good enough reason to not let me touch you? Whatever.
I still wonder what the meaning was of the two golden pillows?
Last night spouse almost seemed frisky. She made a couple off hand comments and few too many brushes of my nipples, casual glances, and just the general innuendos that she was in the mood.
Then she got all crazy on me again. I don’t know the reason but it pretty much stopped and she ‘acted’ like she fell asleep. Acting is not a good word in that she actually did fall asleep in the kids’ bed. I was fed up and went to bed eventually. I felt her come into bed and said something and rolled over to kiss her. I said something about her being in the mood and she said she would have to get out of bed and wash her face and brush her teeth. I said that I understood, but she got out of bed and proceeded to brush her teeth and wash her face. She came back into bed and sort of acted like something was going to happen but then pretty much fell asleep. It was a very strange way to end the day. I rolled over.
This morning, she woke me up by cuddling up next to me and saying something in my ear while kissing me. I felt her breasts up against my back as they were colder than my back was. I rolled over and we started kissing more. She actually was talking to me about her plans for the day and other things. It kind of killed the sexual aspect of the wake up but I really enjoyed us talking to eachother. I was on top of her but we were just talking.
We talked for almost fifteen minutes – the most kind words that we had said to each other in almost a week. I started paying less attention to her words and started playing with her nipples and kissing her chest. She got the clue and we started kissing more. When I’m on top of her, I kind of feel like I need to keep my weight off of her so at least one hand/arm is keeping my weight off while the other plays. My arm will tire so I end up having to try to shuffle from arm to arm so that I don’t feel like I’m squashing her. I halfway joked about continuing kissing down her tummy to her snatch. She was very adamant that I was not going there. She was very moist and I was playfully just sticking the head of my penis in and out of her. Done correctly, the natural lubrication slowly covers the penis and you can get a good, moist, thrust in that doesn’t catch the skin or give you a friction burn. We enjoyed just straight missionary sex. She was a bit more vocal than usual – but I think that it was so early that she wasn’t thinking of the kids in their rooms. My only problem with my being on top is that once I get a good rhythm going that I think is making her happy, she adjust herself in a way that I can’t tell if she’s adjusting for me to hit her in a more perfect spot or if I moved the spot where I was hitting. Verbal communication would be good during these times! She did come with with a muffled sigh into the covers. I was a bit far off for some reason – a mixture of the too hot temperature under the covers and just still being a slight bit asleep.
I readjusted her legs to her side so I was kind of entering her from behind, but perpendicular. I am more on my knees this way and could play with her breasts. She reached underneath me and started stroking my balls while I was going at it. This position kind of puts pressure on my penis on the top and bottom of the shaft and when I cum it almost feels like she’s squeezing. It’s a good feeling.
Afterward, instead of letting her jump immediately to go get towels, I cuddled up right behind her so that she couldn’t get up easily. We stayed there for almost ten minutes, talking and holding eachother. That was another rare occasion.
I asked her if this would be a more normal occurrence on the mornings and she said ‘Maybe’. That’s better than other answers I have received lately!
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Wife has returned from several days away. We talked and IM’d a bit while she was gone but pretty much didn’t talk much.
After Saturday’s self-abuse, I was pretty primed for something to happen. I never know what kind of a mood she will be in so it was a bit of crap shoot.
She was VERY friendly when I came home. She kissed – or more to the point – allowed me to kiss her. We hugged, we cuddled. The kids were not in the mood to do anything that they were supposed to and dinner was already in the oven. We met in the hallway and I hugged her and told her that we could just get things out of the way and go to our room now. She rolled her eyes and laughed in her ‘not on your life’ way. But then, she came up behind me and said, “Ok, let’s go…”. We gave the kids things to do and went to our room.
She mentioned something about my having to see her ‘tinks’. Apparently, on her trip they all temporary tattooed themselves. She had one on the inside of her left breast and one right above her ass crack. Her bra was one that barely covered the nipples and pretty much had me standing at attention right away. We crawled into bed and she wanted to turn out the lights. I said no way. I told her of my weekend and how much I had missed her. She had missed me as well but didn’t take to the self pleasure as I had. She was a bit surprised that I had taken out the latex pussy as she thought that it was just a novelty since we couldn’t figure it out years ago. I tolder her how it satisfied the one need, but how it just made me feel more alone….
She talked about their making snow angels on her trip and I acted confused as to how that did that. She showed me in bed and I took advantage of her legs being open and jumped in the middle of them.
She tried to stop me from going down on her – something that I said I was not going to listen to her about. She wanted me in her and I said that I had to lick the real thing. I can tell when she’s not concentrating as to how she reacts to licking. Whether it’s because of her worrying if the kids tried to come into the room or if her mind was elsewhere – it took her a bit longer than normal to climax. As I have said before, the taste of a wet pussy trumps any other.
I kissed my way from her, down a thigh, back up, down the other, then up to her breasts, then up to her neck and ear and around to her lips. While doing so, I repositioned so that my penis entered her already wet body about the time I hit her ear. The combination sigh and contraction around my penis was exciting.
We continued to kiss eachother while our hands roamed about. I told her how she needs to watch how we were in the movies. She said that we were twenty years old in those movies and I said that we still had that in us. I asked in what position she wanted me when I came as I was getting very close. She asked which I wanted – I said all over her chest. I pointed out that her new ‘tink’ tattoo would look sexy with my cum all over her….
I think that she wanted to enjoy her temporary tattoo a bit longer so she started working her hips a bit more in time with mine and I came quite happily where I was at.
She wanted to get up and get dressed immediately and wasn’t listening to my pretty much begging her to come back. I was still quite hard and knew that I could be ready for another round. It wasn’t happening. I had to be content with a nice, quick, love-making session while I had it.
As she redressed, I told her that this was just an ‘appetizer’ to later in the night. She did laugh with that ‘not on your life’ way and I knew that it wasn’t going to happen.
Maybe we’ll get to watch the movies together and talk more. That’s my hope!
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As you may have figured, my calculations were that wife would be starting her period – matched with her lack of sitting next to me to watch a few minutes of TV and the quick peck goodnight wasn’t helping my odds.
I have been surfing blogs – quite a lot lately – and I’m trying to see what format I like and I have found that reading about other’s…. escapades is quite fulfilling. Strike that, it’s not fulfilling, but a little imagination and some quick strokes and it’s quite better. I went to bed around eleven or so and went straight to sleep.
I was awakened by my wife asking me why I wasn’t attacking her. It took me a few minutes (maybe seconds) to get my bearings and to start fondling her breasts. She was more awake than normal – for nighttime – and I still couldn’t tell with certainty what she was looking for. Sometimes she’s more in a ‘dream’ state and isn’t into kissing me back, just my kissing her. Tonight she was in the mood for kissing. It felt good to kiss passionately.
She started rubbing my penis, which was getting harder with the mutual fondling. Sad, was that it wasn’t getting 100% hard – thanks to that little round of earlier self pleasure. I figured that I just needed some more time and continued fondling and kissing her.
Breasts are amazing. They are soft to squeeze, firm in that they are connected and they have these two ‘happy points’ that bring mutual satisfaction. Nipples are the best – they can be kissed, touched, blown, iced, heated, have food added – and they just react in such a cool way.
Getting back to business, we quickly stripped down – her from her underwear, t-shirt, and sports bra, me from my underwear. We jumped right back to fondling and kissing. I concentrated on her right breast with my mouth, the left nipple with my fingers and found her crotch with the other hand. Rubbing slowly, I couldn’t find a slippery entrance right away which momentarily distracted me. I concentrated a bit more until my fingers slid in and found her extremely wet. I asked – no I begged – for her to let me taste her and she said no. I pushed a bit further and she said maybe tomorrow night. She was getting a bit excited and rolled me over to my back and rolled on top of me.
Having her on top of me is a position that I love because I can see her breasts, her pubes, and my penis inside her. I can play with all of her or simply just enjoy being ridden. I was playing with both breasts and she was controlling where I was hitting her and was really getting at my balls with her hand. I had to stop her because I was right there. I concentrated on not cumming and worked on her nipples with my mouth. She was rubbing at ‘that’ angle that I know makes her happy. I was too busy with her nipples to work on cumming at the same time. She shuddered happily and the smile she gets reminded my why we used to enjoy doing this much more often.
She starts rubbing my balls again and I cum right away.
She gets up and gets some towels and comes right back. We talk for a little bit, I tell her about B.F.’s decision and she shares three other similar stories from her work.
I contemplate telling her about the erection from when B.F. hugged me – but decided it would not be prudent. I asked her why she woke me up and she said that she had just gone to the bathroom, that was it.
I fall asleep in her arms and she wakes me up to banish me to my side of the bed. I asked why and she said ‘You know I can’t sleep with you next to me – and you’re snoring.’ I roll over and go straight to sleep.
In the morning I woke up when she got up to go to the bathroom. I tell her to stay and she gives me the ’stupid’ look. She comes back afterwards though and gets next to me and says that we should talk so that we can’t say that we only talk after sex. The conversation quickly deteriorates into plans for the day and what I haven’t done lately. I roll over and fall back asleep.
The rest of the day we just fight over petty things and I keep reminding her that she said I could lick her tonight. She keeps replying that she said ‘maybe’. She just went to bed, lots of layers of jammies, and just a kiss on the cheek. I’m not betting on my licking anything tonight. But – that’s what I said last night…
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I spoke with Best Friend (B.F.) tonight and she is so frustrated with her husband. She shaved, wore something slinky, and he did nothing. She had to take care of herself, well… herself. Based upon my decision to refrain from pleasing myself – I couldn’t comment much. We had the same discussion that we have had – what is wrong with us that our spouses won’t make love to us? It’s really sad.
Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: female friends, Friends, Having Sex, Making Love, relationships, Self Pleasure, Sex Observations, Sexual History, sexual partners, Spouses, std, what is normal
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
Not that I am proud of nineteen sexual partners in my life – I don’t know what is ‘normal’ and what isn’t. I know of guys that had hit fifty partners by twenty-one – it was a game to him. There was also one guy who had only had four during this same period as me. I have had friends that were girls that would have seven to ten – PER WEEK. Did I ever judge them for that? No, they were having fun. Hell, we all were.
STD’s were around during this time but again – for the most part – all curable. Although AIDS was around, it was pretty much a ‘gay’ or ‘needle/drug’ issue and that was not the circle I was in. I remember my first blood test for AIDS, it was for a health policy physical. I was truly scared because some of the partners had had so many other partners. I remember the posters along the lines of ‘You’re not just having sex with that person, you’re having sex with everyone that person has had sex with.’ [shudder] I passed then and have passed any subsequent tests as well so I feel fairly confident that I dodged that bullet. Today, I don’t think the odds are so favorable and sex without a condom in this day and age is just too freakin’ scary.
I am happy that I was able to keep most SP’s as friends after the relationship ended. I don’t necessarily know why it ended up this way but I think I’m very fortunate.
In retrospect, I think I can say that sex among friends does not help and mostly just hurts relationships – especially on the short term horizon. You both may get over it over time, but pretty much I do believe that it does not help. I do believe that friends can offer the best advice to you, and that there’s nothing wrong with some nakedness between friends. I’m not talking sex, but just honest opinions. If someone tells you that you are fat – show your friend a nude photo – they’ll tell you. If you think you need some work done somewhere – show them your ass – they’ll tell you. That is a good friend.
In thinking about all of this I have also been way lucky to always have female friends. I had male friends too, just very rare. Again, I don’t know if I was just ‘safe’ to them or what – but having female friends gives you a lot more insight to the ‘other side’ and also allows you to not wonder blindly what’s going on in life.
It saddens me in recognizing how much liquor and drugs ruled my relationships. Drugs could be good in that they can be social – the problem is that once you cross that line from being ‘social’ to a ‘need’ – it’s too late for you. I was lucky that I did not get busted or have some long term issues with drugs. I know too many that luck ran out for and they are dead, in prison, divorced, or worse – still hooked.
It also was sad to notice how short-sighted and mean I can be. I seem to put a lot of emphasis on looks – but I believe that we all do. You seem to attract people most like you. Yes there are exceptions, but I think that for the most part it holds true. Not moving forward with a relationship or choosing to end one just because the grass may be greener somewhere else is short-sighted. BUT – I have to add – trying to force someone to make a decision when a decision is not necessary is bad for relationships as well.
I think that ultimately we are all raised thinking that the ‘perfect’ life is getting married, having kids, and growing old. That’s crap. We should all experiment (safely, and in controlled settings) to see what we like and what is out there. Sometimes you could find the ‘one’ during this search – but again, it’s about the journey as well. Maybe we are meant to live first and then settle down and love?
Am I a better man for all of these relationships? Did my journey shape who I am now? If I had not had a relationship, would that have changed an event in my past?
As I turned forty – hell, when I turned thirty nine – my life was moving in a way that mostly confused me. Being married turned more into a chore – it’s hard keeping it going. It gets harder as time goes by. There are days that it seems better to quit – but I am not a quitter. Kids add something else to the mix as I over postulate what would happen to them.
Filed under: Sexual History | Tags: conception, Having Sex, Making Love, pregnant sex, Sexual History, Spouses
In looking at my current situation, I have to look back at my life. Mostly this is to see if I can see a pattern or to see if I can see possible reasons for my current situation.
Talk, with my wife, eventually came to kids and the fact that we both wanted two. We tried for almost a year to successfully make a child – this was prior to the multiple-birth drugs that they hand out nowadays. Trying to make a child is fun. She would read a magazine or book that said something and we’d try that. She’d call me at work and tell me it was a perfect time and I’d run home and try. There was a time that it did become a bit more like work, but I was the trooper!
We finally were successful and sex with a pregnant lady was mighty fine. Her normally 34B chest grew immensely and the whole thing was just kind of sexy. I remember joking that our baby would come out with dents in his head from my penis.
After baby sex was still nice, once it resumed. Her job situation changed in that we needed to take care of this baby and it just made sense to have her work with me. It was nice in that we didn’t have childcare expenses, we got to see eachother, and we still had money coming in. After she had healed we started back to the old ways. The baby would be asleep in our bed and I’d try to make love without waking the baby. We would have sex at work often and I remember the day and the location where we were when we conceived child number two. It’s kind of funny how you try so hard to conceive and the next one is successful rather quickly without any special plans.
Sex started to be a bit less around this time. Pregnant sex was not as exciting this time around and I think I remember that it made her a bit motion sick. Working together during this time was starting to rub us the wrong way in that we spent ALL of our time together. Pretty much the only time we weren’t together was if I worked a show. Things just changed a bit in that we wouldn’t have conversations like ‘how was your day?’ because we had been together the whole day. We KNEW how the other’s day was! After number two was born, we decided that it would be best if she stayed at home with the kids.
