Oh, I’m so tired, what a trip home”.
These were not the kind of words I wanted to hear as she walked into the house.
“There was stop and go traffic through the construction area, then some asshole cut me off and gave me the finger. What’s for dinner babe”?
I decided to try and help the situation out.
“Look, get into the whirlpool, have a glass of wine and relax. You’ve earned it. I’m making chicken and walnuts”
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 you’ve got to be open to it. The bottom line is, we hadn’t 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 I’m nuts about her. She likes sex sometimes, but can also live without it. I can’t.
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.
” Room service” I called out.
“Entre’ ” 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.
“ Mmmm thanks babe” 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.. “Thanks” she called after me.