Oh, Iâm so tired, what a trip homeâ.
These were not the kind of words I wanted to hear as she walked into the house.
âThere was stop and go traffic through the construction area, then some asshole cut me off and gave me the finger. Whatâs for dinner babeâ?
I decided to try and help the situation out.
âLook, get into the whirlpool, have a glass of wine and relax. Youâve earned it. Iâm making chicken and walnutsâ
She agreed to my plan, went upstairs and I heard the bedroom door close. I had been hoping for a quiet romantic evening, not one that was fucked up by the outside world before she even got home.
I hate when that happens. I can create a relaxing sensuous environment, but youâve got to be open to it. The bottom line is, we hadnât made love in weeks and I was getting weird about it. I thought about her during the day, I had an erection five times today just from thinking about her. She is still so hot to look at. I agree, my imagination can get carried away, but Iâm nuts about her. She likes sex sometimes, but can also live without it. I canât.
I put the chicken in the oven, and the water for the pasta on low. I filled a glass with her favorite white Zin, and headed for the bathroom. I heard the whirlpool and knocked on the door.
â Room serviceâ I called out.
âEntreâ â she said, and I entered. The room was warm and steamy from the bath. All the jets were on full blast and she was lying back on the inflatable pillow. She extended a wet hand for the wine, smiled and took a sip.
â Mmmm thanks babeâ she said and laid back into the pillow, water jetting and bubbling all around her. Her breasts were submerged, but her nipples poked above the water. Her eyes were closed as she lay back and enjoyed the pulsing of the jets. I felt the familiar swelling in my penis, for the sixth time today, and turned to tend to my chicken and pasta.. âThanksâ she called after me.
âYouâre welcome maâamâ I said and left her there to soak the day away.
Later on, as I was clearing the dishes she said again, âthat was good babe, thanksâ.
âIâm glad you liked itâ I said âI know you had a long day, but I hope you feel better nowâ.
âI do, but I want to get to sleep early. Iâm sorry babe; I know you had other plans but Iâm just so tired. I wouldnât be any funâ
I figured that the hot bath, the wine and food might all work against my self-interest, but she deserved it and I was glad to be a part of her recovery. She went upstairs and after turning the dishwasher on, I followed. I had been fantasizing all day, I needed relief, but it looked like it wasnât going to be with her. I put on pajama shorts, slid into bed next to her and turned out the light. She smelled fresh from her bath; her skin was soft and smooth as I touched her arm.
âGood nightâ she said without turning to me and was quickly asleep.