We intterupt this blog…

The Giants win the Superbowl!!!!!!


 Now, back to our regularly scheduled blog.

Everything is running along pretty smoothly.  My wife enjoyed my services Friday night once again denying me.  She had told me she was looking forward to more fun Saturday night, but ended up being too tired.  I tried not to show my disappointment, but didn’t do that great of a job.  My wife, however, wasn’t upset or pressured.  She is confidant in her feelings and wasn’t worried about me.  She told me that she had some kind of surprise in store for me, though.  I’m curious as to what that is.  She knows I hate that.  Knowing that you’ve got a surprise coming bothers the hell out of me.  I’ve told her in the past that a surprise is something that you don’t know is coming.  She doesn’t care.  She loves to torture me by telling me about it first, leaving me trying to figure out what the hell it could be.  Very frustrating.  It always entertains her, though.

Just out of curiosity I asked her if I could masturbate to orgasm on Saturday night.  Of course I could not.  Just checking…

Sunday my day was pretty full.  My wife had a list of chores for me to accomplish before game time.  I got them all done in plenty of time and was showered and ready to go by kick-off.

We are both really happy.  I think the main reason for this is because I’ve become very relaxed and accepting about it.  Clearly this isn’t the easiest thing for a lot of people.  I’m glad that I’ve been able to “get over” being punished or wanting to do more for my wife or wanting my wife to “dominate” me more.  I mean, sure, I’ve still got fantasies, but it seems like I’m just pretty happy with what we’ve got, and if this is going to be it, well, that’s fine with me.

The only thing I’m find myself getting caught up with is going out at night by myself.  I’m supposed to meet up with a buddy of mine tonight to go over a bit of business.  To be honest, I’ve kind of blown him off a lot over the last few months.  Why?  Because I hate going out and not being with my wife, especially if there is an opportunity for sex.

When I’m actually out I enjoy myself.  But it’s so tough for me to want to go out.  Hell, my wife has encouraged me to go out more.  But I would rather sit and watch TV or talk with her.

I’ve always been that way, though.  I used to feel so horribly guilty if I went out for drinks after work and I knew she was at home.  I would end up calling her every hour to let her know I was OK or when I would be home.  She would basically tell me to stop calling and enjoy myself.

Now, this isn’t too big of a deal.  It’s definitely not as bad as it used to be.  And although part of me would rather stay home I’m actually kind of looking forward to talking about this bit of business tonight and getting the ball rolling on it.

As I’ve pointed out in recent posts my wife is very happy with our arrangement.  She has come home from work at times just beaming after being able to brag to her friends and co-workers about me.  Those poor people, lol.  I’m sure nobody will complain about their husbands around her anymore if every time they do she tells them how nice it is to come home to a clean house, etc.  She told me that recently her boss was complaining about her husband and my wife told her that the day before she washed a couple of things she had used while cooking and realised that she couldn’t remember the last time she had done the dishes.  She went on to tell her how I did all the vacuuming and mopping and cleaned the bath, and on and on.  I’m sure that made her boss feel better.

OK.  It’s time to get to work and get prepared for my meeting tonight.