Max was driving home from a hard day at the office, he was so tired and just wanted to get home to a hot shower, a warm meal and a good nights sleep. As he walked in the door, he didn't smell what he had expected. There were no scents of dinner, nothing but that horrid incense his wife burned all the damn time.
Taking his jacket off, Max said, "What's for dinner, honey?"
His wife just sat there on the couch not saying a word to him. He looked over at her and she was starring at him with that look again. "Oh damn, here it comes." He thought.
"What's for dinner? That's the first thing you say to me after I haven't seen you all day?" She said in a flat voice.
He went to his wife, leaned down to kiss her but she got up pushing past him.
"Oh, now I guess you want sex?" She asked him sarcastically.
"I was just going to kiss you." He said, sighing.
"Well go get something nice on. You are taking me out to eat." She told him.
"Honey, but I'm exhausted. Can't we just order something?" He asked her.
She turned back around giving him, the look. He knew he'd better just go get dressed to go out. At least he would get a nice meal. They took her car since she said his car was a mess and she didn't want to be seen in it. When they arrived at the restaurant, they ordered without saying a word to one another. When the food came they ate in silence. He paid the check and walked his wife back out to the car. All the way home he thought about how his marriage had gotten to this point. When had he become such a wimp? He thought. All his friends thought he had such a wonderful marriage, a gorgeous wife and a house anyone would be proud of. If they only knew how unhappy he was.
When they got home, he parked in the driveway and started to get out.
"You aren't leaving my car in the driveway are you? Put it in the garage, I don't want any birds crapping on it, I just had it waxed." She told him as she went in the house.
Even though his car was now in the garage and he would have to get back in her car, pull it out of the driveway, then open the garage get in his car, pull it out of the driveway, then pull his wife's car in the garage and lastly put his car back in the driveway. He did so just so he wouldn't have a confrontation with her. After he was done, he walked back up to the house and went in. He listened for a moment but heard nothing. He shrugged out of his dinner jacket, and walked up the stairs to their bedroom. When he walked in, he heard the water running in the bathroom.
"Damn it." He thought. "Guess I'll take a shower in the morning." He mumbled to himself.
When Mandy came to bed after her bath, she saw the mischievous look in his eyes. "I just took a bath. Don't touch me. I don't want to get all sweaty."
Max looked at her silently, then turned over and tried to sleep. All night he tossed and turned as he smelled his wife fresh from the bath. Sometime during the night she backed her ass up right into his groin. His cock already hard got harder if that was possible. He slowly put his arm around her and tried to snuggle with her.
"What are you doing? I told you, Not tonight!" She said as she flipped over.
He laid there the rest of the night thinking about what a farce his marriage had become before finally getting up and getting ready for work. As he left, he looked as his wife who was still sleeping. All through the day he snapped at people. Even his friend knew something was wrong. He usually wasn't like this. "I know something is wrong, what's the matter?" His friend asked.
"Nothing, just had a bad morning is all." He told his friend.
His friend left it at that but knew something more was up. He watched as he snapped at the little mousy woman in the company library, then slammed the door to the restroom. When max came out Mike was waiting for him.
"Okay, what's wrong?" Mike stopped him from going back to his office.
"The secretaries said they were going to quit if you didn't stop yelling at them today." He told Max.
Max looked at Mike like he didn't know what he was talking about then it donned on him that he had been snapping at everyone today and he knew why.
"My wife and I had a small argument last night." He finally told Mike.
"And..?" he asked.
He looked at the floor, not knowing where to start or if he even should. He didn't want his best friend to know what a wimp he was around his wife.
"It's not something I really want to talk about." He finally said.
"Look, you are my best friend and I tell you just about everything that happens in my life. The good, the bad and the embarrassing, but you never tell me anything that's bothering you. We all need someone to talk to once in a while. That's all I'm saying."
Max looked at Mike then started walking toward his office.
"Okay look, maybe there are some things I need to work out. I just don't know what to do about them or how to go about changing them." He tried to explain.
He patted Max on the back. "That's what I'm here for my friend. Tell me what's bothering you and let me give you an outsiders advise."
Max thought about it for a minute then shook his head. "It's hard to talk about but Sheila and I don't really get along. That is unless I do what she tells me to." Max looked up to see what Mikes expression was, but couldn't tell what he was thinking. So he went on.
" I feel like such a wimp around her, I can never do anything right and she's always saying things to me to make me feel bad. Even in the bedroom she tells me what to do, but lately she doesn't even want me to touch her and I'm afraid she's seeing someone else, or if she's not....she will. Things are getting worst and I don't know what to do about it, or if there is anything I can do about it at this point without really pissing her off. " He finally stopped talking. Thinking his friend would make fun of him now he kept looking at the floor.
