I put everything away and she had awoken before me. After I wake up, she’s already got her day started and planned out the rest of the day. She gave me a great good morning kiss though.
She doesn’t say anything about last night.
Eventually, our conversations turn into petty bickering. I ask her if she’s up for another round this morning? Nope. Not going to happen. I ask her if she remembers the Domino movie. Nope.
Still not getting any satisfaction from her responses, I flat out ask if she remembers last night. She says that she does and that she’ll be dripping out the evidence all day long.
Again, I ask if we could have fun once more. Nope.
Hey – it’s all back to ‘normal’. My reality.
Still, my penis hurts.
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I return home from a trip and find the driveway empty. My obvious thought is that they all went out to eat without me. There’s a note on the door that says “Be Right Back” in my child’s handwriting.
Her car pulls up and she’s alone. Both kids have sleepovers and it’s just the two of us. This is a big surprise as she hasn’t planned anything for us since December of 2006.
She had brought me some dinner so she wouldn’t have to cook and we wouldn’t have to clean up after it. I asked what she had in mind for the evening and she said she wanted to watch a movie. With children we pretty much only watch G and PG rated movies any longer. She wanted to to be able to make love and maybe she would even be in the mood for some porn. Wow! You could have knocked me over with a feather at this news.
The problem was, and it just became more evident as the evening progressed. She had been drinking. She started slurring a bit and had no concentration. I don’t know how much she had already had. She poured us each a glass of wine. I had asked her to pick some R-Rated – non-child movies to watch and she immediately started looking for some porn. Good ol’ Cinemax (Skinamax) didn’t start up until 9pm and it was only 7pm. I reminded her of our old stash of 90’s porn and she reluctantly chose one that she did not remember. It was a dubbed European title that I did not even remember watching. We couldn’t get past five minutes of it. The dubbing was poor and the basic plot was just fucking. She likes things with a ’story’. She chose a different one and that was fine. She had refilled her glass of wine and had stripped down. She left her bra on – ‘because it was pretty’. We watched the first part of the movie while our hands roamed each other’s bodies and kissed each other while the other watched. She started rubbing my penis through my boxers. Soon enough she was backing herself up to me and let me penetrate her from behind while we were spooned together. I pulled myself from her extreme moistness and went down on her. I asked her to tell me what was happening on the TV while I licked her with fervor. The couple was screwing on the bed while a maid was watching and playing with herself. I asked her to give me details while I was licking her. She complied and wanted me in her. I denied that request and continued licking until she stopped narrating the movie and she concentrated on herself. Soon she had come and my chin and cheeks were wet with her happiness. I climbed on top and was soon ready to cum. She started licking my nipples and that was it – I was done.
I rolled off of her and we returned to watching the movie. It was an orgy scene now and I continued to play with her breasts. Her hand found my cock again and she started stroking it with vigor. Too much vigor. Friction burns hurt no matter what is used to help lube it up. It was still moist from our playing but I’ve been at this point before. She wants more and if I’m not up to the occasion she takes it out on my penis. This is the alcohol taking control of the situation. I should just walk away from it but we’re back on the ’scheduled sex’ schedule so I know it’s going to be another week. I pull far enough out of her reach and continue licking her nipples and trying to get her to come again with my fingers.
Again, after a certain point of alcohol – it won’t happen. I’ve been here too many times before. My penis is ready for round two and I roll her on top of me. At this point, my penis hurts from being rubbed too hard and the act is pretty much not so enjoyable any longer. I know that she won’t orgasm – even being on top and controlling where I am hitting her. I can tell it’s frustrating her and I try to talk her into pleasuring herself while I’m in her. She tries but again, I can tell it won’t be happening for her. I get to the point that I’m ready to cum again and ask if she wants me to cum inside her. She is so frustrated with me that she doesn’t answer. I cum and she sort of rolls off of me.
In about four minutes she’s snoring. While she’s laying there passed out I reflect on the whole thing. The sad reality is that if I want sex – I have to put up with the alcohol. As a sober person she rarely wants anything to do with me. Is that a problem with me to her? Does she feel she has to be drunk to have sex? I have lost about 30 pounds, maybe could loose another ten – but I hardly feel ugly enough to think she’s got to be drunk. Maybe it’s what she uses to lower her inhibitions? That’s kind of scary because then I worry about what happens if she’s been drinking and I’m not around? Pizza boy? Man at a bar? Neighbors? That’s not healthy for me to think about. While pondering these crazy questions I finish my wine. And hers. Hell, might as well finish the bottle. I did.
I watched a violent movie that I could never watch with the kids in the house. Domino. Stupid movie. But it has Keira Knightley and she’s easy on the eyes. She’s of that age that I don’t feel comfortable seeing her naked – kind of dirty.
She’s still out by the end of the movie. I try covering her up but she wakes up. She stumbles to our bed and is snoring within 30 seconds. At this point I decide that I’m going to clean up all evidence of our evening and see what she says in the morning. This is the alcohol thinking in ME. I want to see what she says. I put up all the videos, the hide-a-bed, wash the sheets – everything is put away and cleaned. In my feeble little mind I justify this action as I wonder if she will have any memories.
We’ll see in the morning. My dick hurts.
That was easy. Nothing else. Lots of empty promises.
I really can’t complain – after two weeks I should just be happy that SOMETHING happened 
I think we are back to the ’scheduled’ sex – only on weekends. I wish I had more to say in this decision…
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I don’t know why I bother sometimes – it will never work to my favor…
We are not totally into Valentine’s Day – not like we used to be when we were younger. Earlier in our lives – Valentine’s Day was just another excuse to get naked! Although this was a holiday that was SANCTIONED. Not that we used to need an excuse, we used to fuck like animals for no particular reason.
As we have aged that has become less the reason and now things have to be ’scheduled’. With V-Day being mid-week, I knew that she would not go out to dinner and knew even more that I wasn’t getting any this night. That was a given because it was a ’school-night’. Not that I wasn’t holding out for a better weekend – but I knew it wouldn’t happen. She doesn’t particularly care for the expensive stuff – roses (they are too expensive and they die quickly) or candy (too expensive and we already have our weekly grocery run of chocolate). We get eachother cards and usually something else. This year she pretty much handed me the hint on a platter that she needed some particular perfume. I actually noticed the hint and acted beforehand so it would be here in time. I even got cards ahead of time and had the kids sign them early to boot! I was proud of myself dammit!
Old-School gifts would have been boxers or sexy underwear for me. I used to get her something sex related. This year I had told her that I wanted her to get a crotchless body-suit for her to wear for me.
I was just getting back into town for V-Day so we had not really communicated what was going on that day. In mid-travels I called and jokingly asked where she was taking me for dinner (knowing good and well that we would be eating at home). I should not have brought that up as her reply was ‘wherever you are taking me’. I responded that she won’t go out on weekdays and that we could eat in. She did not care for that answer. I knew at that point that I was screwed and would not win this day in any way, shape, or form. I figured to save some face that I could leave early, go to the grocery store and make dinner for us all. I talked to her again and she was hell bent on that not happening. I explained that I had been out of town and that we were actually both lucky that I was able to return on Valentine’s Day but she wouldn’t listen.
As luck would have it, I was busy for the rest of the afternoon but luckily something that we had ordered around her birthday had come in so I thought that I could save the night by delivering the new things as a surprise. I tried to beat her home but it wasn’t happening. I thought of sneaky ways to get everything in the house by having her walk the dogs or go to the store or something – nothing would work. I ended up having to tell her that I was minutes from the house and what to expect. She was excited – maybe the day was saved? She even offered to make dinner for us!
After getting everything inside, it was getting late. She mentioned very succinctly that she was not going to make dinner now as it was too late. I let her know that EVERY place would be busy if we went out and it would be much quicker for me to cook something. We loaded up the car and went to my least favorite national chain restaurant. The wait would be 45 minutes and everyone was okay with that even though we could have ordered food to go and been home within 45 minutes…
One hour and twenty minutes of waiting later – we were sat. The food took extra long as well since the restaurant was so busy. While waiting for the food – she informed me that there was no way that I was getting any tonight. I tried to act like it wasn’t bugging me and let her know that I wasn’t really expecting it anyway.
Ate the sad excuse for food, paid and left. On the way home she said that she was ‘tired’ – her way of letting me down easy. Put the kids to bed and figured it was worth trying. I cuddled up next to her and she asked in her ‘almost asleep’ way if we could wait until the weekend. I said fine. I stayed cuddling next to her and rolled away when I figured that she was asleep. Once over on my side of the bed, she sat up, threw off her clothes and said I should get it over with. I looked at her and said I could wait – it wasn’t worth it if she wasn’t going to feel the same way. A pretty ballsy move in that it’s been almost two weeks since we last made love. She laid there naked in bed, under the covers and again I thought that she was asleep. Jus then she got up, got dressed and back under the covers. I am not making points.
While I sat there in bed, I wondered that maybe the weekend would be better after all – more time, more options, better moods. I went to sleep realizing that no matter what I would have or could have done – I would not be in any different situation than I was. Going to sleep without sex.
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Whoa.
Last night or this morning – I’m not quite sure when – I had a dream where I was in bed and my wife was in her ‘normal’ spot to my right. It varied from being light outside to being dark and that confused me a bit more. I felt someone get into the bed on my left side. I assumed it was a kid as that’s not that out-of-the-ordinary.
You know that feeling that you can judge the size of the person getting in bed by the way the mattress compresses? Well, this was an adult getting in bed.
In my laziness, I sort of looked and it was Best Friend!
The fact that she was in bed was not surprising enough for me to notice – kind of like it was normal.
In my dream, I stayed ‘asleep’ but kept trying to get the dream to get more involved. I would picture the two of them kissing, caressing, eachother.
I need to get this part out in the open – I have never had a sexual dream involving Best Friend. Yes, last year I got a hard on while hugging her goodbye once at lunch. Yes, we long to have someone hold us since we don’t get that from our spouses and we have thought of ways to have a cuddle session but again – not sexual. I don’t know why multiple partners hasn’t ever been on my lists of things to do. I think it’s partly because I tend to think things through a bit too much.
Two Guys/One Girl – The thought of watching some other guy fuck my wife is not a turn on. I can’t think of any reason to watch this happen. I would be pissed off – no matter how much she may enjoy it. If there were something that someone else could do for her that I was physically unable to do for her… maybe – but I cannot think of an instance. Watching her flirt with someone or watching her in a crowd setting – like dancing – is a bit different in that I always knew that she was going home with me. Sex though – don’t see it. The bi-guy thing isn’t going to work with me either. I have gone on record in the past that given the situation where you didn’t know who was sucking your dick – a blowjob from a guy would be no different from a blowjob from a girl. I have never been in that situation but I’m just saying that if it were dark and somebody just started sucking my dick – I would not think ‘hey, this tongue seems more masculine’. Me sucking someone’s dick – not going to happen – ever. Some guy fucking me – never going to happen.
Two Girls/One Guy – I think that guys are brought up thinking that this would be the coolest thing. I always think that the guy is the ‘third wheel’ in this situation. It’s almost physically impossible to pay attention to both girls at the same time and at that point that you do cum, you have almost lost your usefulness to the party. I’m not saying its not possible – I just don’t think it’s very realistic. Having two girls pleasure me – that would be nice but again, not very realistic. I have to concentrate so hard on NOT cumming that there is not way that I could handle that kind of dual stimulation. Is what I’m getting at is that it would be a quick release and then I’m pretty much just another pair of hands and mouth for a bit. If the two girls were bi-curious it could be a bit more exciting but again I would have to ask what that other girl could offer to my wife that I couldn’t offer? Is it arousing to watch two girls go down on eachother or just to see a really passionate kiss? Hell yes! Is it still arousing if one of those girls is your wife? Sadly, not as much for me.
Deep down I think those who are able to enjoy sex with multiple partners have to have a very strong relationship and communication. To be able to wash away the fear that your partner would enjoy someone else more than you or even to the point of leaving you for someone different because of something that was done during a session is pretty amazing. Those who do enjoy it that write blogs seem very confidant with eachother or are so young in the relationship that it doesn’t mean much if the relationship soured.
Anyway, back to my dream. So I’m in my bed with my wife and my best friend. They are in jammies and I’m in my underwear. Still dreaming, I try to picture them together and try to imagine them kisssing, undressing, and more. The dream never goes anywhere.
The whole dream was just the three of us in bed. Nothing more. Best friend cuddled up next to me and wife didn’t seem to mind at all.
I woke up happy that I was touched but a bit weirded out by the whole crazy dream.
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Today we had planned on a couple of meetings. One was a formal signing of some official paperwork, the other was something to help us get some things done around the house. We had purposely planned on our meeting after lunch.
I purposely had dressed up. I don’t get the occasion to dress up enough. I like dressing up – I think guys have it easier in that a nice pair of pants and a crisp shirt and we pretty much look good. Women have so many things to have ‘put together’ that it takes too long…
I looked good. My intentions were that after the meetings that she would not object to our going home for a quick ‘nooner. My problem is that I do not think so clearly sometimes as had I checked a little bit – I would have noticed that it was a half-day for the kids at school and they would be in tow. Oh well.
She did at least mention to me that I ‘matched’ – which put me in a bit of a foul mood as I really think that I ‘match’ more than most men. She really didn’t say anything more than that. Not a ‘wow’, or a ‘you look nice’, or something more like ‘i want you in me now’. I just get that i ‘matched’.
After signing everything and our parting ways I was really feeling a bit crappy and wanted to go out and have someone tell me that I looked good. I also REALLY wanted a drink – I had had a bad day at work and really wanted one.
I texted Best Friend – she was having a bad day as well but could not go out as she does have a family to take care of.
I called another friend – one that I like talking to more often than we do. We have great conversations and I like to spend time with her. She’s a bit older than I am with an adult son. We’ve known eachother for almost ten years(?!). Sadly, we only get together to eat or drink. I wasn’t ready to eat and a drink was just timely! We met at a hotel bar that used to be a busy place – it wasn’t. It has big comfy couches and we parked ourselves in the corner. It was right next to the entrance to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city so we got to see everyone as they entered.
She had just got off from work. She said I looked AWESOME! She noticed that I was thinner. Talk about an ego boost – it was exactly what I needed. As we sort of caught up, talked about current events, talked about work and people that we both used to work with – we watched the people filing into the restaurant. I couldn’t help but notice that probably everyone who was waiting to be seating would look at us and wonder what OUR story was. Older lady with younger guy – meeting on a Friday night. It was kind of funny.
Wife called and wondered where I was – which was strange as she hasn’t called in quite a few months. I told her where I was and who I was with and she acted kind of pissed at me. We shared one drink together and I picked up dinner on the way home.
I can tell if there’s going to be any ‘bedroom action’ later in a day depending on what food she eats or orders. Mexican food? Not on my life. Crab Legs? Pretty good bet. She asked me to pick up Mexican.
She was such a bitch when I came home and was very argumentative. I don’t know if she was upset that I had stopped off for a drink or the fact that I had left work early to in order to go have a drink. Whatever it was – she wasn’t talking about it.
Oh well. It was worth it. Someone noticed that I looked good and said it out loud to me.
I felt much better.
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All night long I kept thinking of sex. I pretty much just wanted to have sex.
Wife had gone to bed early and I was busy doing something. When I crawled into bed I playfully touched her while she was sleeping. Just casually moving my foot next to hers, touching her hips gently. Nothing. Not even a stir.
I tried going to sleep but everything was about sex. Dreams has sex. I would wake up and think about sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.
I woke up in the middle of the night and pretty much decided that I was going to have some sex. With her not having to get up as early for work, I knew that she would be waking up around 6:30. My internal clock – pretty much my erection – woke up at six and I waited for her to start to stir.
I moved in closer and hugged onto her from the side. I put my hand on her hip and started stroking her. She started waking up and was reciprocal in the petting.
The only thing that I don’t like about waking sex is that she has an ‘issue’ with morning breath. She is very vocal about not liking mine, and she believes that I don’t like hers. I don’t ever mind/know about hers. Note to self: next time I wake up early – go brush my teeth so she has one less thing to complain about! Her ‘issue’ causes her not to want to kiss and not to want to be kissed on the mouth. That sucks for me as I really like kissing.
After mutual stroking and my slyly removing her panties, I rolled her on top of me. She was very moist from the petting and I could tell that she was awake enough to add purpose for her for the sex. When she is on top, she is controlling the contact and almost always cums. If I concentrate hard enough, I can time it close so that we orgasm together. I was REALLY concentrating this morning! While she was grinding into me, I was holding onto her butt insuring that we were getting full contact on each thrust. Once she had started, the sounds she makes – the change in breathing pretty much put me over the edge. She rolled off of me and started cleaning up while putting on her panties again.
She crawled back into bed and we hugged for bit – I could tell she wanted to get up and get her day started so I let her. I fell back asleep for another hour or so – very content.
I was so happy that we had actually had THREE sexual encounters in one month – twice in one week! This was almost like old days. I had a smile the rest of the day!
I am wondering – to myself, of course – why the change to the once a month sex?
If it is her work – I think that we will discuss her retirement. If given the choice of happy sex and a return to our pleasuring each other several times a week – I’m all for that. The money she makes barely covers the gas and clothing for her work so it would not be a financial burden…
Maybe it’s just me ‘taking’ it more. Sometimes she has said in the past how she wants me to be more agressive – something I’m more than willing to do. It’s just that when you try to be more agressive and she cock-blocks me – it really does get discouraging. Almost Pavlovian – in that I’m afraid to be more agressive because I don’t like the let down and it just makes me want to masturbate more – which I prefer not to HAVE to do…
I’m obviously putting too much thought into this – I need to enjoy it while I have it and see how much more sex we can have during the work break!
An ex-employee came by to see about my helping her with a project. She’s 24, cute, and flirty. The only history we have is that she worked for me for six years and the basic communication that goes on during a workplace. I know the names of her friends, boyfriends, etc – and have some background on her through these talks. She usually dresses like a younger person, showing a bit more skin than I’m accustomed to, but she looked nice so we always allowed it.
She came by and she’s been talking to me about building some pieces for her house and I had some ideas. I showed her some things that I had found on the internet and in showing her, she had to be right to my side while looking at the monitor. I have not had this happen with her – let alone anyone else – but I started sweating profusely! My body was aware that she was close although we weren’t touching. When she would move to point at something on the screen, I could feel her arm move without actually seeing it. It was very strange.
My sweating was becoming noticeable and I let her sit in my chair while I did other things – mostly moving to try to air out.
Between this and my erection while receiving a hug a few weeks ago – I really feel like my body is feeling and reacting to the fact that I’m not getting ‘any’ from my wife. This week she is on her period as well. It’s very frustrating.
So after all the over-thinking that I was doing over this – I finally told B.F. about my hard-on while getting a hug from her. She was more worried that I had murdered someone. She made me feel better in that she said that it made her feel better since her husband always says it’s her fault that they don’t have sex anymore (or as much). But NOW, when I see her, if I don’t get a hard-on, what does that mean? I feel better that I said something, but feel like an idiot for making such a big deal over it.
B.F. called tonight and her hubby actually took her out to dinner and brought her home for ten minutes of sex that left her frustrated again. Girls have the short end of the proverbial stick on sex – you lay there and take our abuse while we spill ourselves into you. You get the sticky, wet mess – we wipe off. Unless you orgasmed, I don’t think that it could be considered ’successful’. We get successful – quite easily. Unless you take the situation in control and make it happen, or if we actually try really, really hard to last until you can get there too – it’s pretty one-sided. Guys could never be disappointed – girls put up with a lot more.
I almost told B.F. more about the hard-on but instead I may meet her for lunch tomorrow.
