Steady Progress

Things have continued along at this same pace.  I think not having a set of rules (the “Arrangement”) is just right for now.  There are expectations, but no rules.  My wife seems to also be learning more about herself, her wants, needs, desires and limitations.  We were speaking last night about the difficulty she is having deciding whether or not to start a side business or even possibly two.  When I told her I would be more than willing to help her out she seemed a little more at ease and even a little excited at the possibilities.  But she also realized that she is terrible at making big decisions like these.  I pointed out several other instances over the years where she froze up the same way not to be negative, but to point out that her careful consideration is a good trait, but we have missed opportunities because of her hesitation.  It’s time to take a chance.  I told her that in the Art of War there is a saying that making the wrong decision is better than making no decision.  You can not win if you don’t try, essentially.  If you make the wrong move you can make another move to fix it.  She saw the logic and I think we are going forward on at least one of the two options (of course this could change any minute depending on her getting cold feet again).

For the most part I’ve continued to keep up with my usual chores and my wife has prioritized some of my tasks to her liking.  I guess that has replaced my old “Assignments”.  She also seems to be more willing to point out her displeasure when she thinks I haven’t been doing enough.

As well as things are going, and despite the fact that I’m trying to take it slow this time, I found myself once again in a selfish head space.  Last week my wife just wasn’t feeling great and all sexual advances were spurned.  I don’t believe I showed any negative reactions in front of her, but once again I let my feelings of neglect get the better of me one night.  Of course I felt guilty the next day and did my best to make up for it by doing extra jobs around the house.

But I wasn’t the only one left completely horny and ready for action.  This week my wife felt much better and told me to join her in bed Tuesday night.  I got her toys and while I got undressed she used her vibe on herself.  I laid next to her and she spread her legs, one thigh covering my growing erection preventing me from touching it.  I then went down on her and it soon became clear she was feeling more frisky than normal.  She began grinding on my tongue and soon was raising her hips until I was licking her bottom.  She pushed me away and told me she need a big cock inside her and grabbed her dildo.  I then licked her  and the dildo which sent her over the edge.  I knelt back between her legs and slowly stroke myself as she then used the vibrator and dildo together, all the time telling me how much she loved her big cock and how good it felt to get fucked by such a big cock.  She compared it to mine and told me mine was nice, but nowhere near as big.  She came multiple times all while talking about her big cock as I slowly masturbated.  When she was done she told me I could cum.  I was surprised as I hadn’t had a chance to enter her and I can’t remember the last time she allowed me to cum when I wasn’t inside her.

I asked if I could enter her and she considered it a moment.  She decided it would be ok and I moved above her.  As I entered her she continued to talk about the “big cock” and how it stretched her out and how she could barely feel me.  She continued to taunt me and asked me how it felt.  I told her I never felt her so loose and wet and she responded that it’s because the “big cock” made her cum so many times. The teasing continued until I came and she giggled.  She told me to take care of her big cock and let her get some rest.  She never referenced the dildo so many times and used to refer to it as the Purple Monster.  Now, apparently, it’s her “Big Cock”.

As I left the room my head was spinning.  She really blew my mind.  The humiliation was intense and obvious and I loved it.  I also realized she had originally not intended to let me fuck her at all.  She used my tongue, but the only cock she had was the dildo.  Although the feeling of being inside her was amazing I suddenly wished I had done as she intended and just masturbated to completion in front of her.

The next morning my tongue was so sore I could barely speak.  I was pleasantly surprised that even though we had amazing sex the night before I was again summoned to the bed room.  As usual she started with her vibe and then moved on to my already sore tongue.  When she was satisfied with my licking she told me that the “Big Cock” had worn her out the night before and that she was ready for my smaller cock.  I told her how sore my tongue was from the workout she had given it and she replied, “good”.  I made love to her slowly at first until she encouraged me to fuck her harder.  Of course I couldn’t last very long at that pace so she had me stop and had several more orgasms with her vibrator while I held still inside her.  She told me she was done for the night and I rolled off her.  She allowed me to masturbate a few minutes with the stipulation that I couldn’t shake the bed.  Knowing the futility of that I thanked her but left her to get her rest.

She never ceases to amaze me.

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Being set straight

It’s been a long time since the last post.

As the title of the post announced, break time was over… or was it?

The stress and strain of real life continued and although I kept up with a lot of our arrangement rules I felt that I should let up a little as I felt that the arrangement only added to the stress on my wife.  It wasn’t entirely gone, but it seemed to be pushed to the back burner.

Yesterday i was informed that I was severely mistaken.

I asked if my wife would like some “us” time yesterday as the kids watched a movie.  I showered and waited for my wife.  I brought out the toys and put on my cock ring.  When my wife was ready she had me go down on her.  After her first orgasm she took a break and I told her I had put fresh batteries in her vibe.

“Good”, she replied.

She then brought herself to another orgasm with the vibe.

After that I asked if she wanted the Purple Monster.  She did.  She slid it all the way in.  My God that thing is huge.  She took it all with pleasure.  She told me to show her my cock so I got on my knees near her head and presented myself.  She then did what I had fantasized about for years.  She slowly stroked me to the edge while bringing herself to another orgasm.  As I shuddered in agony/ecstasy she told me to slowly fuck her with the dildo.

After several orgasms I asked if I enter her.  She let me and I lasted a few minutes before having to pull out.  She used the vibe a little longer and got herself off a few more times.  She then allowed me to masturbate for a few minutes.

While I masturbated she let me know she was disappointed in my service.  Not only that, but disappointed that I had apparently given up on the arrangement.

That is how deep we are into the arrangement.  Things that were once special are now normal, so to say that I had given up on it means that she expects more.

To be honest, though, I had let things go a bit.  As I said I felt like it was added stress to my wife’s life and also I was just feeling selfish and lazy.

My wife cleared this all up and told me how I have been disappointing her by not catering to her needs more.  In her times of stress with work and life I should be offering myself to her more, not less.  I should be asking how I can help her more and not relying on her asking me to do/get things for her.  I should be anticipating her needs and finding ways to surprise her or finding ways to please her.

Duh.  I can be very ignorant at times.  And selfish.  And lazy.

She continued on to tell me that she has seen a drop off  in service between orgasms and that I she thinks she has let me cum too often.

This is where this blog is going to start sounding like fantasy fodder.

Really?  I cum too often?  I’ve had 14 orgasms this year and one of those wasn’t really an orgasm, just an ejaculation.  I think this may be where she thinks I cum too often.  A few weeks ago while we made love she told me I could cum.  I felt the build up and told her I was going to cum and right before orgasm I told her it was gone.  I was baffled.  I didn’t know what had happened.  I told her I didn’t cum and she told me I had.  I pulled out and it was obvious I had ejaculated.  If it wasn’t for my obvious worry she probably wouldn’t have believed me.  It had been six weeks since my previous release.  To make up for it she let me orgasm a week later and asked, “was that  better”?

Anyway, I asked her what letting me cum too much meant (I’m guessing I’m done for the year) and she listed all the things she expects from me, including the fact that I missed our 4 year arrangement anniversary.

Aaaaahhhhh!

How is it that I missed it and she remembered?!?!

All this time I worried that she felt this was more about me and my kinks than her and her needs.  Instead this has become such an ingrained part of our life that she knows it’s about her and her needs and wants and not about what I think.

This post has been a bit of a ramble but my mind is just racing right now and I wanted to catch everyone up.  I’ll probably be posting more regularly.  Hopefully I’ll have interesting things to say and not just repeating what I’ve posted over the years.

Huh.  How about that.  This blog has been going for several years.

Break Time Is Over

Well, the summer break is over.  The kids have been back in school over a week now.  Yesterday my wife seemed to take a little bit of control over the situation and began to re-establish our arrangement.

Now, I know I said I was taking a bit of a break because of the kids being out of school, etc., but my wife has also been under a great amount of stress and the arrangement hasn’t been her highest priority.  So we’ve both kinda let things slip, and the break was probably timely.

Now, it’s not like all the rules were thrown out the window.  I wasn’t sitting around masturbating and letting the house get trashed.  No, I’m still at nine orgasms for the year.  The house did get a bit messier, but in general all the rules were still in place.

Anyway, I recently purchased a new dildo for my wife.  Her old one is 16 years old and was a jelly dildo with a vibrator part on the end.  The vibrator broke years ago so the last third of the dildo was just an empty battery housing inside the dildo that often fell out.  So she really deserved a new dildo.  I had gotten a coupon for 1/2 off from Adam & Eve so I went for it (actually after checking with her).  She let me choose what to get her, however.

I remembered the look in her eyes when we were “window shopping” on the internet and she saw some of the bigger models.  I know I posted about it in the past, but I can’t find it now (here it is).  Anyway, at the time I asked her what size she would want if I got her a new one and she said, “Your size”… then continued, “nothing smaller”.

Right.  Nothing smaller, but bigger is OK I guess?

Long story short, she now has a purple jelly dildo that is 8″ long from the base of the balls and 6 1/2″ in circumference.  She has dubbed it the “Purple Monster“.

Yesterday we had some private time together.  I put on my cock ring and took out her toys.  Having a small collection we have been keeping them in an old Crown Royal bag.  It was just right for the old collection.  Now it has a large set of dildo balls hanging out of it.  Anyway, I spread the toys on my pillow for her and we kissed and held each other for a bit.  Then she pushed me down and put me to work.  After her first orgasm she asked if I could fuck her.  I asked if I could try and she let me.  I didn’t last very long and she had me stop.  She then contemplated her choice of toys.  She grabbed the new dildo and inserted it.  “I don’t think I can get it all in… yet…”, she sighed.  She then grabbed the larger of her two bullet vibes and a look of pure bliss was on her face as it did it’s job.

I trembled as I watched her.  I tried to control myself from thrusting against her leg, I wanted to cum so badly.

When she was finished she allowed me to enter her again.  I was in heaven as I slowly made love to her, but again only lasted a minute or so before telling her I was ready to cum.  I had foolishly assumed that I would be allowed to orgasm as it had been three weeks since my last and it seems like she had been letting me orgasm whenever we made love lately, which sadly has not been often.

“You’re going to have to wait”, she told me as she gave me the tap letting me know she was done.  I asked if I could go down on her again and she replied, “No, thanks.  I came on your face once and on the Purple Monster two times.  I’m good”.

Wow.  She has never put it that way before, “I came on your face”.  It sent shivers down my spine hearing her talk to me like that.  She then told me that she liked the new dildo, but that it would take some time to get used to the size, since she was only used to my size.  I don’t think she intended any kind of slight, but it was just enough to give my humiliation kink a tweak.  She also suggested I find a new home for her toys and suggested that I give the “A team” (Purple Monster and large bullet vibe) a separate home from the “B team” (old dildo and small bullet vibe).  The B team has served her well over the years, but she now has a nice big new fake cock and a bullet vibe that puts out some strong vibrations.  The B team isn’t being retired, just being benched for a bit.  They are the back-up.

The rest of the day was very relaxing and fun.  We had a family movie night before getting the kids ready for bed.  As my wife put away the leftovers from dinner and I cleaned up she asked, “When are you going to bleach the sink?  And the floor needs to be mopped… you are slipping”.

Clearly the summer break is over.  Time to get back to being a good house husband.

Selfish and Lazy

I haven’t been posting very much these last few months, but I have been following other blogs and I’ve been commenting more lately.

There has been a conversation conducted through several blogs that I find very interesting.  The conversation started with the idea that the longer we blog the less we post about kinky things.  In my own experience I think I post less about kinky things because what was once kinky (being told to mop the floor, clean the toilet, etc.) become routine after a while.  Sure, when I first started doing it I couldn’t wait to blog about how I mopped the floor and had an erection the entire time thinking about how I was cleaning and my wife was relaxing.

This doesn’t mean I’m unhappy, just that it’s not really news any more.

Lady Grey has taken the conversation to the next level in her latest post and having thought about this for a while I’ve discovered something about myself.  I’m being very lazy.

I know some of the agreements made in our Arrangement are not being lived up to and my wife, being busy with her career and being a mother and a wife, is not enforcing the rules.  I recognize this and I’m OK with it… for now.

Lady Grey points out that the staleness that sets in is mostly the result of the wife being lazy and not changing things up or enforcing the rules.  This is true.  But I am VERY guilty of letting her do this.  Why?  Well, as I said, I’m being lazy.

If I were to point out to her that she is letting me get away with keeping a messier house than she is used to she might make me work harder.  Right now I don’t really want that.  So I’m being lazy AND selfish.  I admit it.

Frankly, hanging out at the pool with the kids is more important to me right now than making sure the house is spotless.  And with the kids out of school keeping the house clean with them in it is nearly impossible.  While I clean one room they are usually destroying another.  The first couple of weeks of summer break nearly gave me a breakdown.  That’s when I just accepted I couldn’t keep up with the work and embraced the laziness.

At some point my wife saw how much stress I was under and made some suggestions as to what might help.  Unfortunately the only thing that seemed to work was to just accept that I was beaten and to not stress out that the house is messy.  My wife told me that I needed to figure something out because that wasn’t really acceptable.  My reaction to this is to get her to the pool with us as often as possible, preferably with a margarita in her hand.  If she isn’t in the house she doesn’t have to see it’s messy.

Too soon the pool will be closed, but with that the children will be back in school.  Then my wife and I can have one of our chats about our arrangement and we can get back on track.

Until then I’m going to be lazy and selfish.  I’m going to enjoy playing computer games at night instead of mopping the kitchen floor.  I’m going to enjoy watching cartoons with the kids.  I’m going to enjoy hanging out with friends and family at the pool.  I’m going to enjoy my wife sending me to the bar to get her drinks in front of our friends.  I’m going to enjoy the chastity and orgasm control she has over me.  I’m going to enjoy the knowledge that I’ve only had seven orgasms this year.  I’m going to enjoy giving her countless orgasms whenever she wants….

Whoa!

There I go getting kinky again!

Yeah.  I’m just selfish and lazy.  But the summer is halfway over.

Where I’m at

When I started this blog it was to help me work through all the new feelings I was discovering and to relate to people with similar inclinations.  I had realized that I didn’t like when my wife had sex with me because she felt like it was her “wifely duty” and that I much preferred to just give her an orgasm and be left without one myself, than to give her an orgasm and then have her feel like she is obligated to return the favor, even when she would prefer to just roll over and go to sleep.  In the process I also realized that we had been living in a vanilla, but very real Wife Led Marriage.

As my wife came to accept this fact and later embrace her roll as leader of the household we ventured into some kinkier territories.  This was a boon to our sex life, which at that point, after 14 years together, had become pretty routine.  Now it is ANYTHING but routine.  Unfortunately, over the last six months or more it has hardly existed at all.

In the midst of all the kink and hoopla of living a WLM I firmly believed that it was “all for her”.  As my wife and I worked through the many paradoxes of power exchange kink and other issues involved in the WLM we came to understand that while she may be the prime focus it just won’t work unless we are both getting something out of it.  This understanding has led me to where I am today.

Where is that?  Well, it’s led me to feel pretty selfish about a lot of things.  It’s led me to do a lot less for my wife than I have over the past few years.  It’s led me to nearly telling my wife that it just wasn’t working any more.

There is a catch, however.  My wife has made it clear that this is the way things are now.

I have to admit that there are probably two main reasons for my change of attitude.  First would be the lack of sex.  Sexual power exchange is clearly important to me in our WLM and when it’s lacking I feel like something is missing from my life, which I guess it is.

The other reason is that the company my partner and I have been working so hard at becoming self sustaining and profitable requires me to be an Alpha male and it’s hard for me to switch back to a submissive mode when I get home.   Perhaps that works for some high powered executives (if we are to believe the stories) but it doesn’t work to well for me.  Submissive in sex, sure, but it hard to go from running a company and being in charge to scrubbing a kitchen floor and cleaning out the bathroom.

The stress of my wife’s work and the financial stress on both of us also led to my wife being less “dominant” as well, and she recognized this.  But that didn’t mean she doesn’t fully put herself first, unless it is her desire to put me first, which on occasion does happen.  She did try, however.  There have been too many instances where I would catch her saying, “damn, I missed a good opportunity to use my power over you”, or other things of that nature.

The last month or so has been a little different.  She really seems to have stepped it up.  She has been much more demanding of me and has once again used her ability to relax and have me cater to her.  A month or so ago she used me for some hot sex and had multiple orgasms while leaving me wanting.  This past Thursday night she used be for some sex, but kept telling me how she wanted to get a “good, hard fucking”.  She kept teasing me asking if I could do it knowing that I just can’t anymore.  Instead she used my mouth and her dildo to get off.  Eventually she climbed on top of me and verbally teased me until she told me to ask her for permission to cum.  I did and she thought about it before telling me I could (once again waiting nearly 5 weeks between orgasms).

Saturday before I left for work she stopped me and told me I hadn’t sufficiently thanked her my orgasm Thursday night.  She wanted me to give her several more before I left for work to show proper appreciation.  She again reiterated her desire for a “good, hard fucking” and asked me if I could do that for her.  She of course knows the answer and after a few strokes I have to withdraw and orally please her.  She then told me to watch while she brought herself several more orgasms with her toys.  I’m sure she really does want a good hard fuck like I used to give her, but she seems to find it amusing as well that I’ve become a “two pump chump”.  It is a nice erotic humiliation, but frankly I miss the days of feeling like a stud as I would bring my wife multiple orgasms with just my cock.  I think that would take regular masturbation again and since I’ve broken that habit I just don’t really think about it anymore, except the occasions where my wife will tell me to edge myself a few times before bed.  Even then I don’t last very long.  After our Saturday fling she asked me if I thought edging myself a few times that night would improve my stamina for Sunday.  I told her it would likely make no difference at all, and at this point may even decrease my stamina.  She again informed me of her desire to be fucked hard.  All I could offer was to use the dildo on her.  Her reaction could be summed up with, “if that’s what it takes”.

As I left for work I kissed her and thanked her for my orgasm on Thursday.  I also told her it was my seventh for the year.  She gave me her wicked little smile and said I was lucky to have a wife who gave me what I wanted (fewer orgasms).

Yes, it was a “careful what you wish for” moment.  As I’ve said, lately the WLM is not really doing it for me.  Kinky sex?  Sure.  All the rest… hmmm… not so sure any more.  I guess if the kinky sex keeps up it will help me get back into the right frame of mind.  But as I left for work Saturday with an erection that wouldn’t go away I really wanted an orgasm.  I can’t remember the last time I wanted an orgasm more than that.  But my wife left me with the reminder that it would be many weeks before I got another opportunity, and in that time she was planning on having many more herself.

I certainly hope so.

Still so busy, but things looking up

Well, it’s been a while between posts again.

Mostly life has just been hectic.  My wife and I are making a greater effort to not let it get us down, though.  There have been a couple of times where she has stopped and made comments about how rough a week was going to be on both of us and how we should try to not get to upset about it.  Basically I think she is just acknowledging that life can be just as hectic for me as for her, and that’s nice.

My partners and I are again working on a project that will take a few months and it’s taking up most of what would be my “free time”, meaning my time I would normally be cleaning the house, etc.  Because of this things are slowly (or maybe not so slowly) falling apart around the house.  This would usually stress out my wife even more but this time she understands that I am working myself very hard right now and unfortunately sacrifices have to be made.  I would rather be spending my time catering to her needs, but if my partners and I can ever get this ongoing project to succeeded it will be a much bigger boon to her than my vacuuming, and she knows that.

On top of this it seems like we haven’t been able to go a week without somebody, or all of us, getting sick.  I’m sure you all know how frustrating that can be.  When you get illness after illness it not only physically beats you down, it mentally beats you down as well.  I start to feel like I just can’t catch a break.  At least today I feel like I’m mostly over a sinus infection.

So, knowing all this I have been wondering about the infrequency of sex lately.  I know I’ve talked about this plenty of times before, but I would say that it really sets the tone for so many other things in our life, kink related or not.  Sex isn’t always just sex.  I’m sure part of the feeling of distance between us that my wife felt in December was due to a lack of sex.  Not that she “just needed to get laid”, but we were missing the intimate connection between lovers.  There is far more to it than that, but that intimate connection is a very fundamental part of sex, and if that is missing (no sex) than I think you feel disconnected.

Of course looking back I think that having more sex also created the desire for more sex in my wife.  And wanting more sex generally led to my wife being actively more dominant and I more submissive.  I’m not sure that my wife sees this, and perhaps we’ll talk about it, but the times where our WLM has been more exciting have been the times where we were having sex a few times a week as opposed to a few times a month.

Last month we had sex on New Years Day.  I was allowed my first orgasm of the year, but having just been allowed an orgasm on Christmas I was again starting to wonder about the orgasm control situation.  After that we didn’t have sex for over three weeks.  After bringing her to several orgasms she pointed out that it had been a long time since I’d cum.  She asked me if I would like to and I took the opportunity to request that she keep me waiting until our anniversary that was coming up.  She pointed out that it would be a long time between orgasms and I told her that I thought I could do it.  I actually expected her to possibly protest a little, or just tell me that she wanted me to cum, which she has in the past.  Instead she seemed almost relieved.  Her response was basically, “good, then we are done here”.  She rolled over to go to sleep and I left to do some work.

Then it hit me.  I was thinking I was asking to be able to wait for essentially six weeks, but I had forgotten one very important thing.  We had been talking that night about our anniversary plans and had decided to put off celebrating our anniversary for a few weeks to make it easier on us (thus more enjoyable).  If my wife chose to she might be able to keep me chaste for up to 9 weeks.  As exciting as that seems in my fantasy world, I was hoping for the closer to six weeks.

Perhaps things are turning around, though, as my wife and I had some kinky fun yesterday.  The kids were occupied with a movie and I had just gotten out of the shower.  She came in as I was just about to get dressed and started locking doors.  I understood her intentions and had to race against time to get my cock ring on.  I was barely able to get it on in time as my cock wasted no time getting erect.

She got into bed and I got her toys.  As we lay together kissing and cuddling she asked if I would be able to fuck her without cumming.  It was a nice bit of teasing on her part and I told her that the pressure from her leg against my cock had me close to the edge already.  She then reminded me that she really likes fucking a cock and at this point I was pretty sure that she intended to use me for as long as she could, and that if I came before her it was too bad for me.  On the one hand I understand that since this is about her that it is power exchange, but on the other I just really wished she would make me wait.

I wasn’t disappointed.  First she took out her mini vibe and started working on her first orgasm.  As she did so she rubbed her leg against my erection and seemed to take pleasure in seeing the reactions it got from me.  After she came she relaxed for a few minutes then asked if I thought I could give her the fucking she needed.  I told her I didn’t know that I could and she asked again, “are you sure” as she reached into the bag of toys to get the dildo.  Realizing I had been wrong and my wife was indeed being wicked I saw I was about to lose out on what has been a rare opportunity… fucking my wife.  I almost begged at this point, “I think I can last a few minutes.  Please…”.  My wife paused to consider, the dildo firmly in hand.  “Well, OK”, she told me.  She then spread her legs and gave me another wicked look that said, “this won’t take long”.  Sadly it didn’t.  Not that I was watching the clock, but it was right there for me to see and I lasted less than two minutes before I had to stop.

“OK, you’re done”, she teased as she picked the dildo up again.

“May I be allowed to go down on you, please”, I was again near begging.

She allowed me to, but her tone let me know that she was just being nice and doing it for me.  What she really wanted was a cock that wasn’t going to cum until she was done with it, and that was in her hand.  Knowing this I did my best to please her and was rewarded by her legs locking my head in place as she came again.

At this point I was done.  She had her fill of me.  Now she could finally get the cock she needed.  She spread her legs and pinned my cock underneath on of them so I couldn’t touch it.  She looked me in the eyes as she fucked herself with her dildo.  It was that amazing look she gives me when she gets off on the power exchange.  The look that says, I get to cum and you don’t, and I like it that way.  I hadn’t seen that look for a while, and perhaps part of the look she gave me was an, “oh, yeah.  Now I remember why we do this”.

As we lay together afterward, her completely relaxed and me shaking with desire, I decided to bring up our anniversary date.  After beating around the bush for a while (insert sexual pun here) I finally admitted that when I requested be required to wait until our anniversary for my next orgasm I hadn’t considered that we were putting it off for a few weeks and that I hadn’t really intended to wait that long.  She, of course, laughed at my dilemma but was kind.  She pointed out that the day of our anniversary was still the same so I wouldn’t have to wait.  Then she continued and pointed out that I wasn’t actually guaranteed to be allowed to orgasm that day any way.  As a matter of fact we weren’t going to see each other that day and we aren’t likely to have much time the following days.  So, she thinks my earliest opportunity will be at seven weeks.  She made sure to stress OPPORTUNITY.  Nothing is written in stone.  She seems to have rediscovered a little bit of her pleasure of power.

I hope she hold on to it for a while.

Latest talk

Well, the wife did something yesterday that she hasn’t done much of in the previous few months… use me for sex.  It was very nice, to say the least.  Afterwards I mentioned to her that when I wished her a “happy anniversary” last week she had mentioned we that we needed to talk about our arrangement.  I could tell at the time it was nothing too serious.  It just sounded like a “we haven’t talked about it in a while” type of thing, but we have both been sooooo busy (for a couple of months now it feels) that yesterday was the first time I could bring it up.

Basically she ended up apologizing for not being more proactive.  I, of course, told her it’s not about her having to do things for me, but she is far smarter than that.  She understands that the Arrangement has to be a two way street.  As she said, “lately you’ve been doing all the cleaning and working around the house and not having sex… if we didn’t have the arrangement it would be the same thing”.  Her point wasn’t that the arrangement is pointless, but if she isn’t involving herself in doing things than it is no different than not having the arrangement.  She of course brought up giving me assignments again, which she hasn’t been doing.  I again explained that it wasn’t supposed to be a chore for her, but her point of view is that it personalizes my regular cleaning routine, plus the things she sees that she wants me to clean I may not see.  The problem is she doesn’t seem to have time to give me the assignments any more.  Not that I’m not cleaning, etc.  She acknowledged my cleaning.  Her point is about her involvement.

She seemed to get a little down at times during the conversation, but pointed out, without any prompting from me, that she didn’t want to take a break or end the Arrangement.  She did say she was going to make more of an effort to be involved, which is a wonderful thing, and the conversation ended on a good note.

To lighten the mood a bit at the end I gave her some orgasm statistics.  For me to have the same number of orgasms this year as I did last year I’ll need to have one every four days for the rest of the year.  She laughed and assured me that wasn’t happening.  She did throw me for a loop when she asked what her stats were for the year.  I was caught off guard and pointed out that it was easy to count my few orgasms to her many, but (I’m a dork) she knows that I track both.  I commented that she is probably off her pace from last year a bit as we’ve had a couple of slow months this fall.  However, when I went back and counted she is actually right on track with last year (of course that’s a rough estimate as I never know exactly how many times she cums).

All in all it’s been a very good week.  Anniversary, her birthday, Thanksgiving, using me for sex… good times!