Since I started working in the company, my wife showed changes in her treatment of me. This started when she saw the pictures I took of my office colleagues, included therein were some office hotties that could make a man drool, but for me, their physical sensuality had no effect on an oversexed man like me. But for wifey, I suspect they posed as a threat, in a manner of speaking.
Her reaction manifested in the most familiar territory we’ve been in and out for nine years: the bedroom. She has been overdoing herself, riding me hard, working me like a woman in a very fiery state of arousal. I don’t really mind her doing me like an experienced porn star, but, I’m a guy who is pretty easy to please really. Yeah, I go for the kinky stuff once in a while, but basically, I would want to do them on my woman, not the other way around. I’m not into S & M, but if ever I would delve in that world, I think I’ll take the M role. Dunno, it’s just how I am. I can go on an erection for hours without really thinking of coming for myself, because really, the fun ends when I cum. Sorry, I rambled, violating the rules of paragraph unity.
Going back to my wife, yes, I began to notice she was overdoing the act, that was already making me feel so much pleasure, I almost came sooner than I wanted, if I hadn’t pulled it out in time. She had been meeting my thrusts, she’s moaning really loud, and kissing me all over like I was ice cream. Again, this was all good, but I could really sense, deeply, that she was only doing this to keep me, and me not going for those hotties at the office. It hurt me a bit, because, for a sec, I thought she thought, mildly, I couldn’t be trusted not to thrust a hottie who happened to fancy my moustached red lips and dark, going-down-on-ya-sweetie eyes. So I thought, I have to assure her.
I couldn’t really discuss it with her, because I know, you know, you’re women too, she wouldn’t admit it, right? Fishing it out of her, my suspicion of her jealousy would just be like tackling blue fin tuna in the middle of the bay, with the fishing rod line screeching. Made me uncomfortable, too, trying to deny the nothing that was there. Am I making any sense? Well, what I did was, I sent her a text message, here it is, verbatim: “Babes, you need not worry about me at the office. The girls there don’t care about me like you do, and I don’t care about them like I do for you. You don’t need to do much to please me. Don’t worry, I won’t spend a single cent on them.” This may sound a little obnoxious, but of course, affairs usually involve cents, and more, so, this was like a self-ultimatum to prevent complications in the future. Here’s her reply: “I trust you, Babes (Whew, a sigh of relief from me.), but I can’t avoid feeling jealous of them (Aha! Told you, my hunch was correct.), it just is natural for me to feel. But I trust you (read: Don’t make a wrong move or you won’t see your kids ever.).
So, all I can say, is, in relationships, anticipation is very valuable, especially in sensing your partner’s unsaid obviousness. It pays to pre-empt a problem, although that too, involves emotional risks.
As for her going back to her usual lying down on her back and me humping her soft creamy white spread legs and sinking my ever-reliable hard-head into her heavenly wet-hot red panty lips, I’m set on to discover that tonight. See yah.
