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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.
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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!
Best Friend is going through some hell where she is having a medical procedure done and her husband is all of the sudden too busy to care for her. He’s such an asshole. How hard would it be to actually man-up and take some responsibility and show some caring for a day? I talk to my wife and see if it’s okay if BF stays at our place to recoup. My wife likes BF so there was no problem there.
I let BF know that the opportunity is there for her – a place where someone responsible will take care of her and it would be one less thing for her to worry about.
She was very happy for the offer, but I could tell that she wasn’t really going to go through with it. I can’t blame her. How do you tell your husband that if HE’S not going to take care of her, that she’ll go to her friends’ house? It doesn’t work. I made her laugh that my wife expressed reservations at first, but that I talked her into that it would be okay for the three of us in one bed.
Deep – WAY DEEP in the back of my head, I wasn’t joking about the situation. That’s a strange feeling to have. It’s not that I want to have sex with BF – I just want to feel loved sometimes. Would that come from sharing a bed? I at least feel that BF would touch me.
I came back to town knowing that my wife would be at the tail-end of her cycle. Sometimes that makes her horny as well. We had been fighting over the phone a bit and I suggested that we go out to dinner together. It really was not an excuse to get naked and I really hadn’t thought of the dinner as anything more than that.
When I asked you about it, you thought it was a good idea and didn’t care where we went to eat. BUT – you made a point of telling me that your cycle had just started that morning and it was a heavy one. I found that a bit odd – since you told me on Sunday that your cycle was the excuse why we weren’t having sex then. I foolhardily mentioned this and you got pissed! Your excuse was something about ’spotting first’ and then the cycle – like if I don’t have a clue about YOUR cycle. Hell, I schedule vacations around it so that we can have non-bloody, booting banging!
I decide on a place for dinner that you agreed to. We start driving and you pretty much tell me that you want to go somewhere else – a place that you HAD mentioned to me. Yes, you mentioned the food genre but did not go as far as naming a place as I had asked. I changed course and went to that restaurant for you – which you got mad at me for changing the plans. I can’t win.
Three glasses of wine later and you are Chatty Cathy and telling people the same story twice or even three times. Welcome back to my hell. We get home and you magically have to go to bed – without me.
So, I catch you in a MAJOR LIE, take you to dinner, and I am the bad person? I wasn’t asking for sex or even anything sexual but yet you make me feel like the bad guy.
I scoured the internet for masturbation videos to see if it was something that I had maybe seen – nope.
I get back in town and think that I feel little, hints of affection from the wife. She seems a bit in-tune with me as well. She starts drinking – I think it’s her first glass. I even have a glass because – dammit – I want one.
She went to bed early last night and I put the kids to bed and closed up the house. I crawled into bed and she was asleep. I need to stop paying attention to her breathing as apparently it means nothing.
I slid in next to her and started carressing her leg. She stirred a bit and kind of rolled over onto her back from her side. I moved in closer and started carressing the small of her back. She started stirring a bit more and then stuck her hand in my face and tried to push me away. I HAD just woken her up so a little bit of ’startle’ could be expected. She kept pushing me away. I asked her if she wanted to have sex with her husband. She would not answer, just kept putting her hand in my face. I had had a glass of wine and was a bit pissy at this point. I asked her again to say “yes” or “no” and kept getting the hand. I got pissed at her lack of a verbal answer and rolled back to my side of the bed.
I don’t understand why she’s being like this. Is it all that bad to engage in a sexual act with me? Do I suck that much? It kind of plays on your psyche.
When I got up this morning, I noticed that the wine bottle was empty. I had one glass, that means that she had three? I really am not liking the way this is going.
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After a week of being frustrated with the lack of sex – and pretty much lack of anything else between us – I woke up this morning horny. I tried to get her to come back into bed but she ignored me. I drifted back to sleep and had dreams of us doing all sorts of things to our bodies. Once awake, I tried to find her but she was already in a mood. We continued to fight – she left to go do things – I had things to do. That held up my plans but it was easier to let her go and not have to deal with her. I went to do things that she was supposed to do and returned to work in the yard. I did not know what she was doing while I was working but saw her get a glass of wine through the window.
When I was done, I went to go pick up something and the whole family kept calling me on my way back. I could tell something was up. I drive up to be greeted with champagne for the adults and sparkling cider for the kids. Another toast was in order – obviously she didnt’ remember the other toast from Friday. I could tell that she was tipsy.
I made another command decision that I was going to drink champagne and pretty much, come hell or not – would be fucking my drunk wife by the end of the night. Of course she had no idea about this but I knew what I had to do. I had three glasses of champagne with dinner. She was just bitchy all night. Rude comments. Argumentative towards everyone. She got up from dinner and informed me that I was to do the dishes and went to our room. I finished her glass of champagne while doing the dishes. She came in at one point from behind me and tried kissing me – but missed. She told me that when I was ready for bed that she would be kissing me – and left. At this point, I knew that she was already drunk and that I was right behind her. I was going to wake her up or do whatever was necessary, but I would sticking my dick into whatever orrifices I thought needed some penis.
Cleaning up her mess from the kitchen took unusually long and once finished, I downed the last big gulp of champagne. The effect alcohol has on you is pretty unique. It’s hot, but cool. The taste gives you strength even though you know that the overall aftertaste is pretty bad. I went into our room and stripped off all my clothes while climbing into bed. I went straight to her and she was unusally receptive to wrapping our bodies together. She was avoiding my mouth and really was doing whatever she could to keep her head turned away even though we were in a tight embrace.
She would say things but deny them minutes later. I mentioned something about how much clothing she had on and she didn’t bite as to her needing to remove it. It was too drunk people with two different agendas. She was trying to be coy, and not really wanting to do anything – yet she was tugging on my penis almost to the point of being uncomfortable. I was pretty much going do fuck her anyway but was trying for it to be a mutual thing. I gave her two options – option ‘A’ was that I give her sexual pleasure with my fingers. Option ‘B’ was my giving her sexual pleasure with my tongue. She didn’t want either one – I insisted those were the only choices. She wanted one more. Option ‘C’ was her giving me sexual pleasure with her mouth. She continued to waver between things and really was refusing to kiss me. My roaming hands went everywhere from nipples, to back to neck, to hips to between her legs. After what seemed like ten minutes, I finally maneuvered her to spread her legs and slipped my fingers into her. She was so wet. When she drinks, it’s very difficult to get her to come. I was working her over very well – but again, I was light headed at this point and cannot ascertain that I was being consistent either. She relented finally and took off her clothes.
I gave her the options again A, B, or C – and I made up D which was my screwing her breasts and cumming on her chin. I also let her know that ‘E’ would come after that – just our having sex. She wanted a taste of ‘E’. My penis entered her from on top and between the slippery state she was in and the frustrated pounding I was wanting to give her – I damn near pushed her up into the headboard. She was ecstatic! I told her that we had to stick to the schedule – we finished A – needed to move on to B. She tasted so sweet. Wine in general – and especially champagne – goes so well with wet pussy. We have enjoyed champagne (much in the past) where I have poured it into her and lapped it out with zeal. Someone should bottle that essence. Again, not knowing if who’s alcohol level was preventing my licking her to orgasm – my tongue was getting tired. I was really thinking that she was ready for ‘C’ and I was more than willing to let her. After some more maneuvering in the bed, she wanted to skip back to ‘E’. She directed my penis into her and started going at it. I insisted that she needed to come first and she insisted that it was about me this evening. More evidence of her drinking but I was not complaining!
I got into a good rhythm of pounding into her and before I knew it her left leg was up by my head. The sheets were damp with sweat and together we were having that raw kind of sex that you wish you had a camera for. I warned her that I was getting dangerously close and urged her to let me lick her before I came. She wasn’t going to have any of that and I finally exploded. I wouldn’t let her get out of bed and rolled her to the side and started working on her with my fingers again. I just couldn’t get her there and offered to let her show me what she needed. She wanted me screw her from behind and she would work herself from the front – like we used to do. I reminded her that she hasn’t done that in probably five or six years but she said she remembered it. She tried all she could to get me hard again and between her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, her hips and her talking dirty – I got just hard enough. She climbed on top of me and tried. I knew this was a lost cause as she was trying to ride me with long strokes – something a not 100% hard penis can accommodate. I tried talking her into letting me roll her over but she refused. She rolled off of me we held and kissed longer. She didn’t run to the bathroom or try to get dressed immediately.
Eventually she put on some panties and a shirt and crawled next to me again. I got her to promise that tomorrow night I would make her come and she could compare how she slept between the two nights. She promised even though I knew she wouldn’t remember. I asked, as I often do during this time why she doesn’t enjoy making love like that more often. She mumbled something about no time and drifted to sleep.
I could not got to sleep. The mixture of the smell of the room, the damp sheets, and the wet spots make my mind race more. Was I just feeding the monster by giving her what she wanted while she’s drunk and even more so by going there myself? I was supposed to have ‘the talk’ about her NOT drinking. Maybe I’ll have to do that this week. . .
After a morning of wife and I mostly not speaking to each other and my making comments about what she ‘remembered’ about last night’s dinner – we pretty much were just not talking to each other. She worked on her stuff, I worked on mine.
Best friend called me this morning and was strangely calm on the phone. She asked how I was and what was going on.
Then she told me. She asked her husband – or the guy she married that sort of shares a house with her – for a divorce last night. Apparently after we had talked on the phone, she found him gambling online again and she hit the roof! That started the process whereby she would ask questions and he would just sit there or reply with ‘what do you want me to say’. For all guys out there – NEVER say that. All in all, she presented the facts to him – he didn’t reply or refused to answer anything and she asked for a divorce. She went to bed, woke up and went to work.
Holy crap.
I am so happy for her in that she made the decision but scared for her in that he’s truly not ‘normal’ and I fear for her and her kids for what I feel he’s capable of – not so much physically but emotionally. I hope that it can be a quick, clean break so that she can move on and normalize her life again.
All week long I have been begging for sex with my wife. She has looked incredibly sexy when she’s come home. I’ve offered to help her out of her work clothes. I’ve offered to help her change into her jammies. I’ve tried going to bed at the same time. Nothing worked.
She informed me that there we were all going out to eat at a relatively fancy restaurant tonight and that she was going to spend Saturday night with the girls. Friday night restaurant was to be a celebration of her new job – something that guess I wasn’t making a big enough deal over. I suggested that the sleepover occur on Saturday so that after the celebratory dinner, we could engage in celebratory sex. That did not go over well either. Making a command decision – I insisted that the sleepover occur on Friday (along with dinner). She let me know that my decision meant “I was not getting any all weekend”. Using my poor communication skills of not shutting up at the right moment – I responded with the “I wasn’t planning on it”. I have been feeling under the weather – like something coming on so I really didn’t think I would be much up for it anyway. There was a little bit of method to my madness.
Dinner comes to be and I went home to take everyone there – the whole family plus an extra for the sleepover. Wife was odd but I just wasn’t opening my eyes I think. I saw her get a glass for wine but didn’t think anything of it. She wore a sweater that has laces – like shoestrings – up the front. It’s very flattering and her cleavage was quite striking. I let her out early to go get our name on the list and proceeded to the valet parking – free for this restaurant. We had a table immediately and started the ordering process. She opted for a glass of wine – again, me not noticing anything strange about it.
Her ordering was unlike her normal self. She didn’t want appetizers, but she wanted appetizers. She kept wavering and was not making any sense. We moved past that and when she ordered for the kids, she became very confused with the whole process. Again – I was not looking at the big picture now either. While we waited, I tried holding her hands. I told her how nice she looked. I tried sitting close to her. I tried to have a conversation. It was not working. The kids were all busy with electronic games and I tried to bring them into conversations. It was at this point that I really thought that she was just ‘wanting’ to be celebrated.
I broke down and ordered a beer – once I had a drink we all toasted which seemed to liven her up a bit. The food arrived and her meat was unusually rare – rarer than I have ever seen her eat. I asked if it was too red for her and she just smiled in a crappy manner to me. She sort of ate it. Mine was delicious and we usually share bites from each other’s plates. I shared mine – it was not reciprocal. I had told everyone how wonderful the deserts were and tried to get everyone excited. I asked wife which one she wanted and she didn’t want one. I insisted and then she decided to argue with the kids over the whole thing. I just ordered two deserts anyway. She was VERY quiet at this point and would sort of make sounds but no real words came from her mouth – just smart ass mouthings of things. It was very irritable to witness.
The deserts finally came and looked great! They had brought extra spoons for all of us and some extra napkins. She started reaching across the table – dipping her sleeves in the food. I tried to save them but she pulled away rudely. She stopped the kids from grabbing spoons before she did and started arguing with them – but just not coherently. She ended up trying to stuff her face – all the while slopping food all over the table and herself. I handed her the first clean napkin and she threw it on the floor. I handed her a second one and she slammed it on the table. I tried to keep the mess from going everywhere and the kids at this point were just laughing at her.
We paid the bill and got up to leave – I had to get her out of the booth and she almost brought me down trying to get her up. Once up, she had two napkins stuck in her lap – one in the creases of her sweater, the other in between her legs. I had to get them off of her and she thought I was being grabby, I guess. I offered her my arm as she was a bit wobbly. We went outside and waited for the car to be brought around. There was a light rain and I offered to help her with her jacket but she refused. She was standing in the rain and then decided she wanted her coat on. I tried assisting her which pissed her off even more. I gave up on the process and barely got her into the car.
She got home and had to use the walls to navigate to our room. She made it to the bathroom, stripped, washed and was in bed without saying another word.
I got the kids settled and doing fun things and in my travels through the house I came upon the almost empty bottle of wine. I am pretty astute to things and I do not think that she had time to have more than one glass – but she obviously did. She was freakin’ drunk again!
I had thought that this chapter of our lives was done. Little did I know…
My body-clock is still set to ahead so I was awake at 4 am. When I heard her start to stir, I figured it was worth another try.
Wife informed me that she was ‘hours’ from starting her period so it would be messy.
That really irked me in that she was hinting that this weekend would be a better time – knowing that she was going to start? WTF!
I went and got a towel to put under her and she was in a more receptive mood. At first she was very responsive and very playful. We suckled on each other’s nipples and let our hands roam across our bodies. The second I put my penis up past her lips – that iron-rich smell (and the already wetness) let me know that this was going to be messy. I tried very hard to get her to cum. My perfect Valentine’s Day would have been my licking her to orgasm – at least twice – finishing up with some multi-positional fucking and my eventual cumming. That would have been nice. Now I was sloppily going at it with her sort of into the whole thing but again, I could tell that she wasn’t ‘there’ with me. She was just letting me get my rocks off and was looking forward to a hot shower to clean herself off. I made it to orgasm and she quickly ran to the shower – the towel quite red with the mix of blood and jizz.
I went ahead and got up to start working. I washed the towels. I looked in the bed and noticed that we missed quite a bit off of the towel and stripped the bed. Stripping the bed showed that we had leaked all the way through the pad as well. It was going to take me all morning to clean up after this.
It was really not worth the trouble and since I didn’t get to taste her, was a bit of a let down as for me as well.
