Since starting our arrangement football season has been a little strange. On Sunday’s, or whatever day my favorite team ends up playing, things get all turned around. My wife enjoys letting me sit and relax and watch football while I do a minimum of jobs around the house and she generally takes care of business around the house. Usually it will involve grocery shopping and or cooking up a nice brunch and then a Sunday dinner.
Well, yesterday was no different, except that I also had a sore back and was distracted by some other thoughts. As my wife got dinner ready I was researching something on the computer while trying to also keep an eye on whatever game was on. She told me she was going to need my help finishing dinner to which I made some grunting noise apparently. She let me know that my answer was far less enthusiastic than she expected from me.
“Yes, my love. How can I help you”, she prompted.
I repeated the words back trying to focus on her and not pay attention to that amazing run happening on the TV.
She wanted me to finish the mashed potatoes. Hmmm. I’m a pretty darn good cook, but I don’t make mashed potatoes. She does. Always. So I get some stuff out and then stand there looking stupid while she stops what she is doing and tells me what to do. I do this wondering why she just doesn’t do it since there are probably ten other things I could be doing instead. When I finish I return to the family room and watch more football.
This was apparently the wrong thing to do. My wife let me know that when I had finished I should have asked her what else she wanted me to do. At this point I did my best to REALLY focus and helped her finish with everything and get dinner on the table.
As I was setting the table she made a joke about how my service went to hell a day after she had let me “cum in her sweet pussy”. She then spent the next few minutes teasing me and getting me all hot and bothered before having to sit and eat dinner.
Now, perhaps it is true that my orgasm the day before had something to do with it. Personally I think it was more the mindset that had been over the last couple of years during football Sunday’s. I basically have been allowed to act like any other random hubby instead of her househusband who caters to her needs. Plus my back hurt. Mostly I think it was the “alpha” male football thing, though.
Of course her comment/joke to me about my service going to hell after she let me cum flipped my switch and I was in a better mindset for her the rest of the night. It also sent me into a little fantasy world. ”Yes, my love. Three weeks is far too soon to be allowed an orgasm. I think six weeks would be more appropriate.” To be honest the look in her eye is what really set me off. Although she was joking there seemed to be something behind her comment. It seemed to be a calculated joke, not something she had just thought of.
I guess only time will tell.
Filed under: chastity, female led relationship, housework, kink, life, orgasm control, wife led marriage
Oh, you poor fool! If you ever think that you can figure her out, you are out in the sticks.
I have spent a life time, well, at least, it seems like a life time, to guess what my wife wants. Lately, I just give up. I get punished no matter what I try, and sometimes in a way that I did not prefer.
Hey, I love it. Anything coming from her in my direction is a gift from her to me. It’s called, “Wisdom with age,” son, live with it!