The next six months were interesting. I was adjusting to not working and also navigating this new situation with Marcus, and waves of mixed emotions. Yet, after awhile Mike and I settled into a very nice routine. I saw Marcus only once a month. It was extremely discreet and aside from a few intense kisses when he fucked me, I felt free of any emotional attachment. This allowed me to continue with my family and home life without a hitch. And except for a few texts telling Mike how things went, we didn't talk about it - there was no reason to.
And, to my surprise, Mike and I grew closer. We cuddled more often, which we never used to do, and we talked more about how we felt about each other and parenting, and many other things. We also settled into a nice sexual routine that didn't need any intercourse - only small bits of teasing and occasional touching. I found that a once a week "session" worked perfectly. He didn't get frustrated and he didn't expect too much from me.
The sexual time with him - the "sessions" we started calling them -- were easy, but also where I gained new control over decisions that he typically made, especially since he was our sole income earner. For the most part I actually enjoyed having him control the budget and major decisions that impacted our finances. But when there were things I wanted and he said no, I could always get my way during the sessions.
We had our sessions when the kids were not home, naturally, although occasionally if I needed something urgent I would meet him some place private like our guest room. Sometimes I would dress sexy on the day I knew we'd be having a session. It almost always entailed him stroking his own dick, but I would let him suck on my nipples or sometimes I would stroke him for a short time. I'm not a "dirty talker" so usually I would tell him matter of factly about a previous encounter with Marcus, or I would matter of factly tell him about a decision I wanted a "yes" on.
