My wife and I have been in a bedroom rut for a long time. Unfortunately, life gets in the way and things happen that have made regular bedroom escapades and timing very difficult on our marriage. I wrote this story a couple of months ago when we hadn't had sex in several weeks. I was angry and hurt, and it definitely comes through in the story (and in real life sometimes).
My wife is my best friend! We have an amazing marriage and family. However, the frequency of sex in our lives has been a sticking point for almost ten years. I know many couples have experienced the same thing we are going through.
When we get together, I can't complain. The sex is amazing and it is everything I could want and ask for in the bedroom. Well, I'm sure I can ask for more, but I really need to commit to the frequency issue before anything else. Enjoy our story.
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Finally, we were alone! This was the first time in ages. There were no kids around and we had nothing to do at the moment. It was Friday night and we just walked in from the cold after dropping them off at their friend's house.
When I took my coat off, Cara grabbed it and placed it on the hook in the mudroom. She did the same with hers. As I walked through the kitchen to the living room, she asked what I wanted to do.
I figured we'd watch a movie or binge watch something while the kids were out with their friends.
Cara was directly behind me as I passed through the kitchen on my way to the living room. She reached out with her hand, grabbed at my shirt, and stopped me in front of the stairs. She looked into my eyes and hinted at going up to our bedroom.
We had been in a rut for so long, sex wasn't on my mind. Least of all did I think it would be on my wife's at that moment. I can't lie, I knew the kids would be gone tonight, but I've been so beat down by my wife saying no to sex, I didn't even want to ask.
In typical fashion, I made a wise ass comment to completely ruin the mood.
When she became annoyed, I did as well, probably more so. She stormed back into the kitchen where I chased after her. I grabbed my wife by the arm, and raised my voice. I bordered on yelling, but not quite. I went on about how we never make love or have sex on a regular basis.
I didn't let her speak. I pinned her back to the kitchen island in the center of the room with the front of her body facing the refrigerator. There was maybe a small four foot tight gap between the two structures.
I didn't shut up. I kept going and going. She stood there numb and emotionless with a blank stare on her face. She wasn't looking at me; it was like she was looking through me. Eventually, she grew tired of listening and pushed me a little to walk away.
As she tried to pass me, I grabbed her arm. That's when I woke the sleeping giant and she erupted!
She pulled her arm away and grabbed my nuts, squeezing them through my jeans. For a tiny five-foot-two inch woman that weighs barely one hundred pounds, she has quite a grip!
Cara told me "I know everything you are saying is true."
"But, I'm tired at night before bed."
"I'm stressed."
"I would love to have sex with you more, but our busy lives and reality doesn't allow that."
"Now, I can stand here and squeeze your nuts till they explode, or you can realize we have a few hours to be alone and you and I can fuck each other six ways to Sunday."
"It's your, choice!"
Cara looked me dead in the eyes, finally and almost reluctantly, she released her grip on my balls. Part of me liked this side of her and as much as she was squeezing my peaches through my jeans, it was quite arousing.
She pushed me aside lightly, causing me to lose my balance and bump gently into the refrigerator. She headed towards the stairs where she removed her dark red turtle neck sweater. This revealed a sexy black lace Victoria Secret bra. It was actually one of my favorites and one she often wore when she wanted to feel sexy.