Sometimes vanilla IS kinky!

Well, it ended up being a pretty great weekend.  Of course, it was nothing like I imagined, which it never is.  I said at the end of my last post, “I’m really having a hard time keeping my mind from thinking about all sorts of deviant things, lol.  Oh, the possibilities!”.  Of course this was after explaining that I now understand that it’s best to try not to expect anything, that way you are less likely to be disappointed.  Well, I wasn’t disappointed, even if it would have been fun to do all the deviant things I was fantasizing about.

It turned out to be fairly vanilla, well aside from being told to clean the master suite so that it “felt like a hotel room”, and the pre-party orally induced orgasm my wife enjoyed while I remained in the device.  The device remained off the rest of the weekend, although the cock ring stayed on most of the time.

We had a good time at the party and got to know some new friends a little better.  I guess it’s not completely uncommon, but I was actually a bit surprised to see the two other husbands in our little circle we had formed serving their wives.  I usually don’t see too much of that at the few parties or events we attend.  We all sat around a table, but whenever a wife needed a drink the husband got up and got it.  Did a wife want something else?  Her husband attended to it.  It was nice to see.  I’m not implying this means anything, other than the husbands aren’t jerks.

Eventually we left and headed home.  Her toys had been left on my pillow, but as she had told me earlier in the evening while I went down on her, she would not be needing the dildo that night.  She told me she needed a “good, long, hard fucking”.  She did use her vibe a bit to get warmed up, then had me go down on her again for another orgasm.  Finally she told me she wanted me inside her and it was just good old fashioned sex.  It honestly was very much like the sex we used to have years ago.  I held her in the same ways and made the same moves.  After she came she told me I was allowed to cum and soon did.

The next morning we did something we haven’t been able to do for a long time.  We slept in and woke up and had morning sex.  It was very much like the night before, old fashioned sex.  The same pattern we’d had for years.  I go down on her, then we have sex, then she cums, and just like old times, she allowed me to orgasm again.

WOW!

I hadn’t had two orgasms in consecutive days since… when did I say I started doing this?  It was incredible!  As I lay next to her all I could think was, man, I could enjoy that feeling every day!  I mean, I used to enjoy that feeling multiple times a day!  I mean… Oh… My… God!  What have I done?

It was actually a very enjoyable self inflicted (well, I guess her telling me to cum a second time really induced it) mind fuck.  Yes, I thought about how insane it was to not cum whenever I wanted, but I’m not about to stop what we are doing.  I also know it’s a lot of fun to NOT cum.  Especially for weeks.  You can’t not cum for weeks if you are cumming all the time.

While sitting and watching football last night my wife asked me if I had fun over the weekend.  I assured her I did.  I appreciate that sometimes she just wants to get laid.  I don’t have any problems with that.  I’m sure she was a little worried that I’d be disappointed because she didn’t get all “domme-y” and keep me locked up while she used the dildo.  What is more important to me is that she gets what she wants.  Sometimes she wants it kinkier than other times, and that is great.  This time she wanted it in a very vanilla way.  What’s great about that is that it is so rare for us that it was exciting!  I’m sure she isn’t about to start letting me cum every day, so having that happen in a way could be considered incredibly kinky.  We were doing something “outside the norm”.

As a matter of fact it will probably be a lot more difficult these coming weeks as the memory of how amazing it is to have orgasms only hours apart.  Although I felt incredibly wiped out all yesterday, today I’m horny as hell and ready for more!

Emotional Parodoxes

I’m soooo excited about tonight.  It’s fairly ridiculous, really.  I can’t remember the last time I was this excited about something.  It’s been a few months, at the very least.  We are celebrating the first anniversary of our Arrangement tonight and I really want it to be special, but I don’t want it to seem like a bigger deal than say, oh I don’t know, our wedding anniversary or my wife’s birthday (which is soon).  So, I’ve toned down my original plans but I’m still uncertain about dinner.

Anyway, I’m really looking forward to an exciting night.  My wife seemed fairly excited about it to, but almost in a curious way, like she is excited to see what I’m going to do about it more than happy/amazed a year has past where we were actively in a WLM.

Of course, my excitement has lead to fantasizing over the last two days.  As much as I look forward to having a good talk about our Arrangement, which we haven’t really done in a while, I’ve been fantasizing about what happens later.  I’m sure you get my drift.

But as I fantasize I get conflicting emotions.  It’s been three weeks since my last orgasm so I’m very excited about the fact I may be allowed to cum tonight.  That’s counter balanced by the desire to be made to wait longer, as would seem appropriate on a night celebrating my devotion to my wife and how her needs are put first.  Part of me wants the sex to be entirely about her and wants to keep my bits locked up in the device.

Then I fantasize about being given a special gift, a good old fashioned blow job.  I think about these a lot.  Back when I started this blog I said I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had one, but now I know for a fact it’s been over a year.  How do I know?  Well, when we agreed to our arrangement it was stated by my wife that it was unlikely I’d be getting oral from her very often, if ever.  So the idea of a complete bj is so very exciting to me.   This is, of course, balanced by my desire to be reminded of my place and not receive a bj.  Getting oral from my wife on the night celebrating our WLM isn’t really appropriate, is it.

Part of me wants the sex to be really romantic, even if it’s all about her.  Part of me wants it to be raunchy and part of me desires to be humiliated a little.

Really, I haven’t had this many confusing emotions since early on in our arrangement.  I guess that’s appropriate seeing as it’s our anniversary.

A long post about not that much…

Last week my wife told me that she realised she was a week late but quickly realised it was because she’d messed up with her birth control.  Since her period had started she could look back and laugh.  One of the things she thought was funny is that she uses her current form of birth control because she only has to think about it twice a month so it’s harder to screw up – yet she screwed it up.  Another thing she found funny was the irony of the possibility of getting pregnant by letting me have an orgasm at precisely the time she messed up with her birth control.  She found that hilarious.  “Imagine the odds of me getting pregnant when you only get to cum once a month!”, she said.

As funny as the conversation was, especially when she considered suggesting to the Catholic Church orgasm denial as birth control (I told her it probably wouldn’t go over well with the men), what was telling was her comment about letting me cum only once a month.  Is that what she thinks?  Is that how she’s trying to time it in her head?  As I’ve said before I’m actually averaging once every two weeks, but the idea that in her head she’s making me wait much longer is… sexy.  I wonder if it’s a conscious effort to keep me to about once a month or if it’s her calculation of how long she usually keeps me waiting?  It works for me either way… as long as she doesn’t start making me wait a month in between, that is!

One of the points of this conversation we were having Wednesday night was that she had started her period, as I’d previously mentioned.  Because of this I wasn’t expecting any action for the next few nights, although the waiting period (no pun intended) has been shortened by her current contraception (another plus for her).  When Friday night rolled around I got a surprise call from work telling me that I didn’t need to come in.  Shortly after I got a call from one of my friends/business partners telling me he wanted to talk about some things he was working on.  I told him that I would most likely be able to go out and have a drink with him a little later in the night and we could talk about it.  I was of course assuming my wife would want to go to bed early and wouldn’t be interested in sex due to the “time of month”.

I was wrong, of course.

As I went to kiss her goodnight she started ripping my shirt off.  I was able to extricate my self from her clutches and remove the rest of my clothes.  A strange thought went through my head as I got undressed.  It wasn’t that I didn’t want to have sex, it was just that I had been so certain that there wasn’t any chance for it that I’d put it completely out of my mind.  Now that I was being put on the spot it felt strange.  Again, it’s not that I didn’t want to have sex, but for the first time I felt like I was being called on to do a job.  Usually when she goes to bed I’m hoping that she is going to want to fool around, but for some reason it was the last thing on my mind and as I stood naked I felt strange, although in a good way.  It didn’t last long, though.  Soon enough I was in the “hell, yeah!” mind set and feeling very lucky.

She put me through my paces and when I had to take a break she used her vibe.  At one point I thought I was going to lose it for sure and told my wife I was close.  She didn’t tell me to stop which meant she was probably close as well.  I didn’t think I’d be able to hold out so I started apologizing.  She told me not to apologize and I was able to pull myself together a bit and somehow found the fortitude to last a bit longer.  It was just long enough, apparently.  As soon as I started cumming I could feel her start as well.  It was wonderful and only eight days since my previous orgasm.  I was in heaven.  As I rolled to my side of the bed I realised that she hadn’t intended for me to cum.  If she had she would have been on my side of the bed.  Oh, well.  She lay next to me wriggling around, rolling back and forth, sometimes putting her legs over me and sometimes rolling away from me.  Finally she lay on her back and started using her vibe again.  After a few minutes she seemed frustrated and in a very Veruca Salt kind of way whined/commanded, “I want more”!  With that I was awakened from my post-orgasmic bliss and I went down on her.  It wasn’t so much oral sex as her using my whole face.

After she had regained her composure from her last orgasm she addressed me again.  She pointed out that my unscheduled orgasm had left a nasty (and rather large) wet spot on her side of the bed.  She told me to clean it up and make it comfortable for her to sleep.  I cleaned it up as best I could and put a towel over it so she could sleep.  When she had returned to bed she told me to bring her water and her allergy medicine (as I do every night).  When I returned I knelt beside her bed as she took her pill and drank some water (as I always do).  When she was done she handed me the water and I placed it on her night stand next to the bed.  She then laid into me a bit.  She told me how lucky I was to cum and that it was far too soon since my last orgasm.  She implied that it would be a while until my next one to compensate.  She also told me how lucky I was because she thought that I had been slacking in my duties lately and that she was going to correct that.  That was actually a surprise to me, and disappointing.  I’d felt earlier in the week that I’d been doing a great job and felt like the house was in better shape than it had been in a while.

I awoke Saturday morning to a large list of chores.

Saturday night we attended a party for parents of my sons classmates, a “get to know you” kind of affair, although most of them already knew each other.  The host and hostess were fairly wealthy and had a beautiful house full of big screen TVs.  As we were greeted at the door we were informed that the men were upstairs watching football and the women were gathered in another room talking.  That made me uncomfortable, but I wasn’t too worried.  Of course, about 15 minutes into the party, as I stood next to my wife alongside a counter full of appetizers, a woman approached me and asked if I knew that all the husbands were upstairs watching football.  “But the food is here”, I replied.  That seemed to satisfy her.  “And I’m here”, my wife added matter-of-factly.  Touche.

I spent most of the night getting my wife drinks or holding her plate while we chatted with people.  At one point I even took a dirty plate from another woman while she talked with my wife.  Part of it was from my years in the service industry and working private parties, but part of it was me wanting to show off.  I wanted them to see what a good husband my wife had.  We also met a great couple that were clearly wife led, although I’m sure in a more traditional way (but you never know).  My wife actually seemed to get defensive at one point as this other woman talked about how her husband did all the cleaning and how when he goes out of town the house falls apart and she just can’t function.  If it had been two men talking I’d describe it as a pissing contest at one point as they both went on about how little they do around the house and how much they have to do at their jobs.  It was interesting, really.  I look forward to seeing them again.

Sunday, after watching football, I started on more chores my wife had given me.  While I was working in the garage my wife and kids were playing in the back yard.  At one point I heard my wife tell them that she would be back in a few minutes because she had to “go supervise your father”.  It made me laugh.  She came and checked on my progress and satisfied, she left.  Soon one of my boys came to me with a bottle of nice, cold water.  “Mom said you have to drink that”, he told me before leaving.  What would I do without her?  Dehydrate, for sure.

After dinner I put on the gates of hell and started cleaning.  I find that sometimes when I’m just not in the mood to do one of my chores, like washing dishes, if I put on the gates of hell it will put me in the right mindset.  Actually, last night it just really felt good to wear, as well.  It felt comfortable and… well… right.  The way a watch feels “right” on your wrist.  Anyway, we watched a bit of tv after I’d finished cleaning and then my wife announced that she was going to bed early.  I followed her a few minutes later to bring her some things she’d left in the other room and that I knew she’d want.  I also checked to see if there was anything else she needed (like I always do… sometimes I feel this blog is getting redundant).  Anyway, I asked her what else I could get for her and she replied, “when I said ‘I’ was going to bed early, it meant ‘we’ were going to bed early… now get undressed”!  Now, I don’t want to get all “porny” again, but I did want to point out that it feels weird, in a sexy way I guess, to get naked and then have to take off your unlocked chastity device that your wife didn’t ask you to put on but watches as you take it off.  I wonder what she thinks about that…  I’m also still hoping that she will have me keep it on one night and have me take care of her in other ways, or just watch as she uses her dildo, but that’s for another blog entry I think.

A quick note before I’m off on my trip

Things continue to be hectic as I prepare to leave in two days.  Without going into to many details, things are not going as smoothly as I’d like.  Oh, well.  Not much I can do about it now.

I jokingly appologized to my wife for the housework she was going to have to do while I was gone.  She replied that she wasn’t looking forward to it, and she wasn’t joking.  She made it clear she was dreading it.  The thought of doing dishes was stressing her out.  Knowing that I wasn’t going to be there to pamper her and pick up after her definitely has her down.  She told me that I was going to have a lot to do to make up for it when I get back.  Oddly, I’m looking forward to that.

My wife and I had our first date night in a long time last night.  We went out for dinner where I work and just relaxed and had a few drinks.  I got to introduce my wife to many of my co-workers, so she now knows who I’m talking about as I tell stories.  She got to experience it all and now sees why I love the job so much.  She’s now in love with the place too.

She did seem to get a little possessive, however.  After introducing her to some of my female co-workers she was much more “hands on” with me, openly groping me, kissing me every few minutes, making it clear to everyone that I was hers.  She was also a little more openly dominant.  We happened to see a commercial come on the big screen TV that was showing the Olympics that showed a handsome and fit young man ironing women’s clothes without a shirt on.  At the end of the commercial (I still have no idea what they were selling) it shows him on his knees scrubbing out a toilet, again shirtless.  My wife looked at me after we saw the commercial and she commented a loud enough for a few to overhear that the commercial was directed at me. 

She also had me give her tastes of my food before I ate any as well as tasting the wine I chose to accompany it.  After dinner she handed me her glasses and told me to clean them for her.  After her third drink I could tell she was a bit tipsy and was close to being over the top with all the kissing and touching and bossiness.  Almost.  She managed to keep it out of the “get a room” area, thankfully.

Overall we had a great time.  We talked about my upcoming trip and how she believed I could make it a very successful trip as well.  We didn’t talk about our arrangement at all.  I still haven’t brought up the issue of orgasm control.  Tomorrow it will be five weeks.  If there is no release tomorrow then my next chance won’t be until the six week mark.  Frankly, the idea of being in a hotel room for 5 nights and not having an orgasm is a little hard to imagine.  I equate hotels with sex, I guess, even if it’s just masturbation.  I’m not sure I could control myself.  Just thinking about the hotel room makes me want to masturbate. 

Weird.

Oh, well.  I’m hoping for some super hot goodbye and good luck sex tonight.  Wish me luck!

The State of Our Union…

Is freaking AWESOME!  OK, that’s a bit cheesy, but I’m glad to know that my worries were mostly unwarranted.

We went out Friday night for a low-budget, but delicious dinner of burgers and fried things with a couple of adult beverages.  We talked a bit about our jobs and what-not.  It was nice and relaxing and the burgers were really good.

Afterwards we headed out to a bar we hadn’t been too in a long time.  On the way there we passed a different bar we hadn’t been to in a long time.  This wasn’t too amazing as we don’t really go out to bars anymore except occasionally on date nights, but those are usually restaurant bars for dinner and drinks.

Anyway, we stopped at the other bar for a drink instead.  Inside it was fairly empty and we found a table off by ourselves where we could talk.  I asked my wife how she thought our arrangement was going and she told me she was very happy with it.  She did admit, however, that much like me, she felt like over the last couple of weeks she wasn’t really giving it her all.

We talked about how it shouldn’t be “work” for her, but she explained that there were things she wanted out of it that were things that required a bit of effort on her part and she hadn’t been doing that lately, for various reasons.

One of these things is the assignments.  She enjoys sending me my assignments via email because it gives her a chance to exercise her dominance that doesn’t come naturally, but that she enjoys.  By writing to me she has time to phrase things exactly as she wants and set the tone she wants, which still requires effort on her part, but it’s something she has found that she enjoys. 

She told me she knew I was being lax as well, however not in the house cleaning department.  She was happy about my work there.  I guess I’m just used to this amount of work now, and without the assignments I felt like I wasn’t doing enough.  Anyway, she said she wasn’t sure, but was willing to bet that there was a certain part of our original agreement that I wasn’t following. 

I wasn’t sure what she meant and looked at her quizzically.  She explained that she didn’t think I was keeping up with my one hour of work a day towards my career goal.  This is actually true.  I started out making an effort, but have found that with the constant distractions from the children it really just wasn’t practical, and in fact frustrating.  This was good for neither me or the children (who wants a cranky dad?).  I didn’t make excuses, and she told me that she felt like she should have been more encouraging.  Not demanding or punishing, encouraging.  This is something she wants me to work harder on and she felt like our arrangement might help out in that department.  Instead, after the first week of frustration I actually forgot all about it.

We also talked a bit about the differences between how we started out and where we are now.  She mentioned the things that I said I wanted in the beginning and I explained that those were just fantasy things and I didn’t really know what I had wanted, and now we understand that it’s only about what she wants.  Any fear I had of her only being interested in the housecleaning was way off base.  She made it clear to me that her favorite thing is the sexual aspect of the arrangement. 

She, like me, was a bit bummed out at the lack of opportunity for intimacy over the previous couple of weeks.  She has grown accustomed to being able to use me for her pleasure whenever she wants and relishes the un-reciprocated orgasms.  As she put it, “I love that I can have as many orgasms as I want, and if I’m done and your not, well, sucks to be you”!  Of course it doesn’t suck to be me.  It pleases me immensely, and she knows it.

She did surprise me a bit, though.  When we talked about what else she might want out of the arrangement she told me that she would love to be bossy with me and sit around giving me orders.  The problem is that by the time the kids are in bed and we’re settling down she doesn’t feel able to shift gears.  She feels like she needs time to get into “bossy” mode.  I can understand that.  Once again, it not something that comes naturally, but something she thinks she can have fun with.

I suggested that perhaps we choose a weekend or a specific day to “play” and that way she can slowly build up to it and be ready when the opportunity arises.  She agreed that might be a good way to start.

We also talked about my orgasm control.  I had requested not to have to endure the dart game again and my wife wasn’t sure she wanted to try using the merit system again either.  She isn’t sure what she wants to do to determine when I should be allowed release.  I suggested some other game of chance where there isn’t the possibility of going so long, but she told me she had to think about it.  She is enjoying it, but she isn’t sure how to proceed.  I told her that in the end it should be something that she is most comfortable with regardless of what I say or feel.  I’ve been able to embrace leaving all other aspects of the arrangement to her, but it’s hard not to give my two cents about the orgasm control.  I really don’t want to have to wait that long again.

After our drink we decided to head home.  We hadn’t been out long, but we figured the kids should be asleep by the time we got home, and that would allow us to have our date at home.  Unfortunately we were wrong.  The oldest was still up.  We got him back to bed and sent the baby sitter home.  We then relaxed and talked a little while until we were sure our son was asleep.  Then it was time.

My wife took me to bed and asked if I was ready.  I didn’t need to answer.  It was pretty obvious.  My wife had me start out by going down on her.  I didn’t expect to be down there very long.  It seems like on nights where I’ve been allowed release the oral is just to get her ready.  This was not one of those nights.  She kept me down there for quite a while, and after her first orgasm I was worried that I wasn’t going to be getting any intercourse that night.  Normally after an orgasm she is too sensitive for my mouth any more.  But, again, not that night.  I continued to please her with my mouth and she writhed in pleasure.  She began to have a second orgasm, and at this point she wanted me to enter her.  She was so wet I could barely feel her.  I’d never felt her that way before.  She had me hold still and “rode” me until she came again.  I continued to be amazed at the lack of friction.  I told her that I’d never felt her so wet and she looked me in the eye lustily and told me “it’s because you just made me cum three times”!  With that look it didn’t take me long and I came within moments.   I asked her if she’d like me to make her cum again with my mouth.  She thought about it and said “not tonight”. 

I rolled off her and laid back feeling relieved that everything still worked.  It wasn’t the best orgasm ever, but it was over.  Maybe it was a great orgasm.  It was hard to tell.  I was feeling pretty fantastic about the clearly amazing three orgasms I’d given my wife.  My orgasm has a hard time competing with that.

I didn’t have long to rest before my wife told me to get her a glass of water and a towel.  “You made quite a mess”.  I can only imagine. 

Saturday and Sunday were great days.  Saturday night my wife was tired so went to bed early.  Sunday night my wife asked me to meet her in bed.  I gave her some time to get ready before joining her.  She asked me if I’d like to help her cum.  I stripped and got in bed.  We kissed and touched for a while before she pushed me down.  After a few minutes she pulled me back up and I entered her.  I followed her lead and made love to her how she wanted.  I was losing myself in her and hoping for another orgasm until she said “OK, I’m done.”

Oooooh!  Used again!  Just what I love.

Anxious

So tonight’s the big night.  For the first time since new years eve I’ll be allowed an orgasm.  I’ve got to be honest, I’m a little nervous.  I don’t know why, but I am. 

We don’t really have anything planned for our date night.  I want to keep it pretty low key.  Maybe an inexpensive dinner somewhere and then a couple of drinks staying out just late enough for the sitter to get the kids in bed and asleep.  Then, back home for some fun!  I don’t know if my wife has anything special planned or not.  I kind of hope she does.  Maybe that’s where the nervousness is coming from.

No, I think it’s more performance anxiety… no… maybe it’s that I’m worried it will be a let down.  All the anticipation and agony and wanting and then, pfff, it’s over.’

I don’t know.  It’s got my head all messed up.  I think much of the reason that it was so hard to go so long without an orgasm was because I knew from the beginning how long it would be.  Now that the day has arrived I almost feel like I could go on. 

Oh, jeez!  I just had the thought of asking to go the rest of the month without and it gave me a rush and now my heart is pounding and I’m all excited (if you know what I mean).

Well, that didn’t last long.  I looked at the calender and gave it a bit of thought and all of a sudden a feeling of dread came over me and kind of killed the mood. 

I think it’s that knowledge of the time that does it.  On the other hand I think part of the reason it has been so difficult was because we didn’t have many opportunities for intimacy much of the month.  It wasn’t that I was ignored, just that sometimes things happen that interfere with potential opportunities.  The end result, though, is essential being ignored and that is more difficult than being denied, which is exciting.

We haven’t talked about our arrangement lately.  I’d like to talk tonight about it.  I think we are getting a bit lax, or I am.  I know I’ve been slacking off and doing pretty much just enough to get by.  Why?  Well, probably because right now my wife is letting me.  I don’t want her to have to force me to do more.  That wouldn’t make her life easier.  But I’m just feeling lazy.  If she were to say something to me about it I’d probably go out of my way to do better, but for now I’m just cruising and that is making me feel a bit guilty.  I think I’ll have to tell my wife this tonight.  Admit to her that I’m not doing everything I can (or very much, at least) to help out around the house.  Mostly I’m just sitting around, looking at the time to see when I have to start working in order to have what needs to be done completed before she gets home from work. 

She has also never really told me what she really wants out of this arrangement other than me cleaning the house.  I know she has come to enjoy the “wife-centric” sex aspect, but I’m pretty sure that’s not what is doing it for her.  I really think it’s all about the house cleaning for her.  Sometimes I think if I told her I would continue to clean the house, but other than that we could go back to how things used to be, she would choose that option.

Wow, this post is all over the place.  And, looking at the time, I’ve got to get going or I won’t be able to do just enough…

Vanilla Swirl weekend

Well, it was a pretty uneventful weekend.  That’s not exactly true, but for the most part it was a plain ol’ vanilla weekend.  Oh, there were wisps of D/s, but apparently they went unnoticed.

 

I was a bit nervous the first day after they arrived.  Right off the bat my wife, while standing in the kitchen with her sister and brother-in-law, called to me in the other room to offer our guests drinks.  I was a bit embarrassed as it seemed pretty over the top Dominant to me.  But, the in-laws didn’t even bat an eye.  This happened several other times as well.  We’d all be sitting in the family room talking and my wife would ask me to get her another drink.  As I got up she wouldn’t ask anyone else if they wanted a drink, she would tell me to check and see if they wanted another drink.  Still, no odd looks or anything else.

During dinner the first night they asked about one of my old jobs, not realising I had quit.  When I told them I only worked two nights a week now they wanted to know what else I was doing.  I told them I was concentrating on being a good househusband.  My wife added “that’s why the house is so nice and clean these days”.

Now, they might not think this strange.  They are a very compromising couple.  They split the workload at home fairly and help out wherever they can, even while visiting.  Several times one of my in-laws would clear the table and clean up before I even had a chance.  That’s just the way they are.

They also apparently didn’t notice the Mama Gena’s book in our bedroom either.  That’s probably a good thing since I don’t think my wife has even looked at it yet.  It would be pretty difficult to explain.  I think overall they were pretty preoccupied with their nine month old baby and their nephews. 

Historically speaking, my wife has always been a little “domineering” during visits from her family.  I’ve gotten very irritated in the past as decisions start getting made without my consideration, etc.  This weekend was no different in that respect, only at first I didn’t get irritated.  By the Sunday I started to lose my cool a bit.  We were going to go to the park early in the day before football started to fly a kite and lets the kids work off some energy on the playground.  Well, things went a bit long and we didn’t leave until the first game of the day started.  No problem.  That wasn’t the game that I really wanted to see and I was sure we’d be back by the second half.  So, as we leave my son says he wants to go to a certain park.  I wanted to go to a different park.  My wife decided we should go to the park my son suggested because it had a nicer baby play area.  I had no problem with that.  It also had lots of open space for flying a kite.  So my wife, who was driving, heads out.  Only, she doesn’t head out to the park my son suggested.  She goes the opposite direction.  She ends up taking us to a third park.  She thought it would be best for everyone.  It was filled with trees and had the oldest equipment and the playground was smaller than the other two.  This is when I started to get aggravated.  I tried not to, but I couldn’t help it.  On top of that my wife had apparently broken the handle to flip the seat up in the truck to get people in and out of the 3rd row.

I put on a happy face and played with the kids.  My wife could tell that I was a bit peeved and clearly saw that she had chosen the lesser of the three parks.  She apologized and told me she remembered it as having more open space for kite flying.  She suggested that once the kids were done playing we take a walk to find a better place for flying the kite.  I told her it was pretty cold and windy and that we should probably just go home, but deferred to her decision take the “nature hike”.  In the end I’m glad we did because I’m a dork who likes to fly kites, but it just would have been sooooo much easier if we’d gone to either of the other parks.

I mentioned a friend of mine in a post last month.  He was clearly a bit “whipped”.  Well, they soon moved in together and got a joint bank account and she had him working more and on a budget.  She had him staying in and doing work around the house and yard.  It seemed like she had put an end to his party days and had domesticated him.  Unfortunately it seems there were plenty of rough times as well.  He came over on Friday with a broken heart as she had asked for a “break” for a week or two.  He would be staying at a motel during that time.

He poured his heart out to me.  He told me he’s never loved anyone as much as her and has let her know it.  He told me he’s happy to be “whipped” by her.  He says she wants to compromise with him, but it’s him that makes all the compromises, and he says that’s fine with him too.  But it never seems to be enough.  She continues to find things to yell at him about.  He was a complete wreck and started drinking in the afternoon despite having to work that night.

Anyway, we are both fans of the same football team and because he was down and kicked out of his house I invited him over for the football game on Sunday.  I figured my wife would be OK with this as he had invited me over to his house the previous Sunday to watch the game and my wife was upset because she wanted to watch it too and enjoys it more when I’m home.  Well, I got out of that one because he ended up having to work.  So, I thought inviting him over would be what my wife would want.

I was horribly wrong. 

Sunday, after getting home from the park I called my friend to find out when he was coming over.  I hadn’t previously thought about the fact that this would effect our dinner plans, what with the in-laws visiting and all.  He told me he’d be over in a little bit after he picked up his brother.

Uh, oh.

I mentioned this to my wife and she went ballistic!  She told me that neither one of them was going to come over.  I hadn’t asked her and she hadn’t planned for it and it was the last night her sister was in town, etc.  I asked her what she wanted me to do and she told me to call him back and tell him he couldn’t come over.  I said “OK” and called him and backed out of the deal.  Now, I was fairly honest with him.  I told him I was embarrassed, but my wife had made other plans and was pissed that I hadn’t checked with her and that he wouldn’t be able to come over.

My wife later apologized for putting her foot down and checked to make sure I wasn’t mad at her.  I assured her that she should never be afraid to “put her foot down” as I would always respect her decisions.

This brings up another issue.  My wife has been a bit contradictory lately.  For example, when we talked about how she felt I was pressuring her for sex she told me that I needed to go out more with the guys and I admitted that I hadn’t been going out as much because it took away from my time with her, as well a potential night of sex.  So, when the opportunity to go out and watch football with my best friend came up, she said she’d rather he come over to our house so we could all watch together.  So, when I did that she was upset because of her sister visiting and my not checking with her first.

She also said she’d like me to pick up an occasional extra shift at work for a bit of extra money.  Only, she doesn’t want it to interfere with family time.  What does that mean?

There are other instances of this happening lately as well.  It’s very confusing.  After apologizing to me on Sunday she told me, again, that I should go out and do something with him soon.  I pointed out that he had already mentioned a party for the Super Bowl, since our favorite team is in it.  She, of course, stated that she wanted to watch the Super Bowl with me.  Bah!  Sooo confusing!!!

To top everything off I’m just sooooooo sexually frustrated right now.  My wife and I haven’t even been intimate in the last ten days other than some hugs and snuggles on the couch.  She’s apologized about that as well, and I told her I understand, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m aching and ready to explode!  Twenty-two days and counting since that last orgasm.  I don’t know how I’ve made it this long.  I hope I don’t have to ever wait this long again.

I guess that’s it for now.  I’m sure not much will happen around here until Friday night, which is a “date night”.  I haven’t even received an “assignment” email in a couple of weeks.  So, don’t be surprised if there isn’t another post until next Monday.