She was, well I certainly wasn't expecting this. She had on a black push-up bra, black thigh high stockings, a pair of black stiletto heels (the ones I had been asking her to wear but never would) and was standing there with her arms folded. A rather stern expression crossed her face.
I'm thinking what the hell? Have I done something wrong? (I know, typical husband reaction, because usually we have done something wrong."
"Well! I see I have your attention. Now that you're here, you can stand there and listen to what I have to say."
I nodded and gestured with my hand to proceed.
Jenny took a deep breath to compose herself and said, "for some time now things have been just... so-so between us. We've not really been connecting and acting like a couple. Yes, that's both of our failings, and no, I'm not blaming you. But! I didn't want things to continue to slide, and us end up feeling like we had nothing in common."
"I realized all this a few days ago. So, I decided to shake things up in our marriage and help us to reconnect. Maybe even break out of my comfort zone; try to be a little more daring."
"Are you paying attention? You may nod now! Yes, good. And I see at least part of you seems to be paying attention."
I squirmed a little.
"This is what today is about. I've been feeling a little...ah, frisky, and yet, frustrated. I can only do so much by myself. You have always wanted me to be more aggressive in bed. Well, that's what you're going to get. You are going to kneel here on this cushion, and you're going to satisfy me how you know best. And yes, you usually do a very good job."
Usually? Wow, talk about making a guy feel small.
